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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Tyrell led Harry into the kitchen and waved a hand at the table. “Sit. We’re going to need tea for this.” He explained, putting a kettle on to heat and grabbing two earthenware mugs.
Harry watched in mild curiosity as Tyrell put some kind of herbal mixture in both cups, then turned around to gaze at him while the kettle heated.
“How much do you know about the Fae?” Tyrell asked.
Harry shrugged. “That they have fangs, wings, and claim with a bite. And they they’re related to Faurae. That’s about it.” He said.
Tyrell nodded. “Alright, I can work with that. We only have about an hour before you go back, so I’ll explain some things.” He said. “Fae are ruled by Lords and Ladies, much like the human world used to be run. The Lords of each village run their villages, and they answer to the King and Queen. Unlike with Elves, the dominant mate is always the one in charge, except in certain cases. Our Queen is the one bloodline-linked to the throne, and so she has more power than the King, and she holds the right to cut the association should the King displease her. If at any time, he does something that she does not like, she can leave him and cast him out of the Palace, and she will not be criticized for it.”
The kettle screeched and Tyrell took it off the heat, pouring hot water into both mugs and setting one down in front of Harry before he sat across from the young man.
“So, let me see if I’ve got this right:”
Tyrell nodded.
“Since the Queen is the one born into Royalty,”
Tyrell nodded again.
“She can leave her husband—“
“Mate.” Tyrell corrected.
Harry nodded. “Right. Her mate, and walk away without recriminations. What about children between them?” He asked.
Tyrell smiled. “She’d retain all the rights of childrearing. The children are next in line for the throne, and it is the Queen who knows what they will need to learn to rule well.”
Harry shook his head. “Alright, I suppose that makes sense. Why tell me all this, though?” He asked.
“I’m getting to that.” Tyrell assured him. “See, the Royal Family has a tradition of sending the next in line for the throne on a sole pilgrimage to all the villages of Fae before they ascend to the throne. Only, one time, after waiting for two years, well past the six months the pilgrimage usually takes, the Royal Family had to come to a saddening and unexpected realization: the Prince who had left for the journey was not coming back. No one knew why, or where exactly he had gone—“
Harry held up a hand. “No, I think I get it. You think I’m related to this Prince.” He said heavily.
Tyrell looked a bit shocked, but nodded.
Harry sighed and shook his head. “Why does the weird shit always happen to me?!” He asked in a harassed tone. He took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay, first things first: What makes you think that?” He asked.
Tyrell stood up. “Spread your wings out.” He said.
Harry spread them and Tyrell walked behind him. “I’m going to spread mine out and put myself back-to-back with you to do a comparison, okay?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “Fine.” He said.
Tyrell spread his wings and backed against Harry.
Harry felt that Tyrell’s wings ended several inches short of his own.
“Can you feel that your wings are larger than mine?” Tyrell asked.
“Yeah.” Harry answered.
Tyrell stepped away and came back to Harry’s front. “The Royals always have the largest wings, since they’re the most powerful Fae there are, and wing size is tied to magical strength. Secondly, and most importantly: you have the markings of the Royals. The markings pass through the line, never changing, and the Royals are the only ones that don’t undergo any change in markings when they mate. They will still moult when they mate, especially if it’s their first time, but the markings will stay exactly the same.” He said.
Harry frowned. “So there’s really no way to know for sure until I mate with someone?” He asked.
Tyrell made a face. “Not exactly. As I said, the markings are the same for every member of the Royal family. I met the Queen once, when she came to our village. I’d never forget those markings, and yours are exactly the same.” He told Harry, taking his seat. “They’re not going to change when you mate. I’m sure of it.”
Harry sighed, sitting back down, running a hand through his hair. “So what does this mean for me?” He asked.
Tyrell shrugged. “I’m not sure. You’re a Faurae, which means he must have met an Elf and mated, but that also means you can’t inherit the throne, even though you’d be a direct descendant of the Fae that should have inherited it. I do know that the Queen will want to meet you. You’re family, and the Royals always keep an eye on family. I wrote to her already, and I can tell you when I get a reply, now that you know.”
Harry nodded. “Do that.”
Lucius burst through the door, followed by Kilton and Draco.
Lucius grabbed Harry out of his chair and shoved him behind himself, baring his fangs and growling at Tyrell.
Tyrell’s eyes widened and he stayed in his seat, bringing both hands up in front of him.
“Mine.” Lucius snarled, obviously acting on some primal instinct.
“Yours.” Tyrell promptly responded, eyes flicking over to Kilton and sending an obvious signal to stay out of it.
Kilton nodded, clenching his hands into fists as he watched the standoff.
“Sorry.” Harry mouthed at him.
Kilton shook his head and mouthed back, “Not your fault. Stupid dominants,” with an eyeroll to accompany it.
Harry grinned and laid a hand on Lucius’ shoulder.
The man whirled around and wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face in Harry’s neck and breathing deeply. “You’re alright? He didn’t try anything, did he?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Harry’s pulse point.
Harry shivered. “He’s mated, he’s not going to.” He told the man as Lucius’ mouth opened and a tongue slid over his neck.
“Mm, mine.” Lucius growled, nibbling at the skin there.
“I’m not going to touch your sub, Lucius.” Tyrell said, startling Harry and Lucius. “You have prior claim. Anyone in a clan knows that when prior claim in involved, we don’t touch the one claimed, even if the mark isn’t there yet. You’ve verbally claimed him, he’s off the market. Everyone here will respect that.”
Lucius raised his head and took a deep breath, the Malfoy mask sliding back onto his face as he turned to face Tyrell. “Right. I apologize. That was horribly rude of me. I let my instincts get the best of me when I couldn’t find Harry.” He explained.
Tyrell smiled at him. “I understand. You haven’t claimed him yet, so your instinct is to keep him close. I shouldn’t have taken him without telling someone. It won’t happen again.” He promised.
Lucius nodded. “Thank you. Trystan is probably upset that I left him like that.”
Kilton laughed. “I bet he doesn’t care so much. He knows what it’s like to be newly in love. Trust me, he’ll understand when you explain, if he hasn’t figured it out already.”
Lucius reached back to take Harry’s hand in his. “We should find Severus. It’s about time for us to leave.”
They all left the house, to find Severus walking toward it, covered in dirt.
Draco’s eyes lit up as he stared at him. “Oh, you’re so dirty!” He said in delight. “It makes me want to clean you. With my tongue.” He told the man, wrapping his arms around his neck and drawing him down for a kiss.
Severus granted it, wrapping his own arms around Draco’s waist. “What went on here?” He asked after the kiss. “Hadrian and I went looking for you three only to hear that you and Lucius had last been seen running toward Kilton’s house.”
Lucius flushed. “There was… A misunderstanding.” He explained. “Things are sorted now.”
Severus looked down at Harry and Lucius’ clasped hands and then back up to Lucius’ face. “You didn’t break the rules of the courtship, did you?” He asked.
Lucius shook his head. “No.” He said evenly.
Harry flushed. True, their lips hadn’t touched, but while Lucius was keeping to the words of the courtship, the spirit of it was not being followed. At all.
Severus’ eyes lingered for a moment on Harry’s face, and the man sighed. “Right. Well, it’s time to go.” He said.
The four Faurae and Kilton headed toward the area where Kilton would open the portal.
“Harry, how much has Tyrell told you so far?” Kilton asked conversationally.
Harry sighed. “Everything, I think. I figured out who he thinks I am. It’s surprising, but I’ll just wait and see what the Queen intends to do about it.” He said.
Lucius looked at him curiously.
Harry shook his head, mouthing “later” at him.
Lucius’ brow rose, but he nodded and let the matter drop for the moment.
They went back through the portal and headed back to Hogwarts, breaking up again into two pairs as they got inside.
“So what’s this I hear about a Queen?” Lucius asked.
Harry shrugged. “I’m apparently a descendant of the Royal family of the Fae. Tyrell’s written to the Queen, and he says she’ll want to meet me, if only because I’m family.” He explained.
Lucius’ eyes widened. “Really? That is surprising.” He remarked.
Harry sighed. “Yeah, the strange and exciting always happens to me. I’m getting used to it.” He said wryly.
Lucius grabbed his hand and placed it on his own arm again, giving Harry a pointed look.
Harry sighed, realizing the man especially needed this tonight, after the altercation with Tyrell.
His inner Faurae likely thought his claim on Harry had been challenged, so the one thing it needed most was reassurance that Harry wasn’t thinking of leaving.
Harry let Lucius lead him back to Gryffindor Tower.
“Good night, Harry.” Lucius said, bowing and brushing a kiss over his knuckles. “Dream of me.” He purred, then turned and left, heading for his own bed and the dreams of Harry and words of love that seemed to intrude on his sleep almost every night now.
*****
“I need to talk to you after breakfast.” Draco said, sitting down next to Harry.
Harry looked him over, noting the tired eyes and the paleness of his skin—paler than was normal for Draco—and nodded. “Alright. Just let me finish my bacon and we can go.” He said, picking up the last piece he had of the meat and eating it quickly. He wiped his hands on a napkin and stood. “Room of Requirement?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes.” He said, leading the way.
When they got into the room and had gotten settled, Harry cocked his head. “What’s the matter? You look like you didn’t sleep well last night.”
Draco wrung his hands. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to live like this, and I can’t really bring it up with Severus, because I’m sure he has his reasons, but—“
Harry held up a hand. “Whoa. Start at the beginning. I’m already lost.”
Draco nodded. “Right. Well, as you know, Severus and I completed the bond on our wedding night,” He said, gesturing to his claiming mark, “marks and all.”
Harry nodded.
“Well, since then, Severus has been blocking the bond—I think he’s using Occlumency on it—and since I can’t feel him, it’s been driving my Faurae crazy with insecurity! But I’m sure he has a good reason for doing it, and besides that, how do you open a topic like that for discussion with a man as private as Severus? ‘I know you like your privacy, but I need to know your thoughts so I don’t go mad?!’ He’d probably only pull away from me emotionally if I push!” Draco finished in a panicked tone. “And if he did… I wouldn’t be able to take it.” He finished in a whisper, tears pooling in his eyes.
Harry’s eyes widened at the blond’s eyes welled up with tears. “If it bothers you that much, you have to discuss things with him!” He said.
“How, Harry?! How do I tell him I need more from him without sounding like I’m pushing him into a proverbial corner? He treasures his privacy, you know that!” Draco said, burying his face in his hands. “The bond won’t let him hide, even if he wants to.” He finished, voice muffled.
Harry nodded, thinking. “Maybe you just need to ask him why he closed off the bond. Maybe his reason isn’t as good as you think it is. Maybe he’s just as insecure as you are, inside, and he’s trying to hide it from you.”
Draco sniffed and wiped at the stray tear that had escaped, then took a few deep breaths. “You really think that it’ll work? That maybe he’s just trying to save face?” He asked.
Harry smiled. “Probably. Listen, the bond is a big thing, it’s a huge adjustment to make, it probably isn’t easy for him. Just ask why he’s blocking it, and explain why it’s so important to keep it open. I’m sure he’ll understand.” Harry finished, laying a supportive hand on Draco’s shoulder.
Draco flung himself at the other teen, knocking him back onto the arm of the couch and crushing his wings.
“Ooh, ouch, my wings!” Harry cried out, pushing Draco off of him.
Draco backed off, laughing. “Right, sorry. Thank you, Harry, I knew I could come to you with this. Slytherins don’t understand all this tricky emotional stuff, but Gryffindors get it.” He said, smiling brightly. “I’m going to go talk to Severus before his first class starts.”
Harry smiled. “Good luck.” He called out as Draco left the room.
Draco walked into Severus’ office and stopped in front of Severus’ desk, waiting for the man to acknowledge him.
Severus didn’t even look up from his marking before he drawled, “Yes, Mr. Prince?”
Draco took a deep breath, mustering his courage, then spoke: “I want to know why you’re keeping the bond closed off.” He said.
Severus looked up. “I thought it would be easier for both of us if we didn’t have each other’s thoughts and feelings interfering with our own. You cannot honestly want to be subjected to my irritation at the idiocy of students all day long.” He said evenly.
Draco huffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course I want to feel you, what those feeling are doesn’t matter to me! I want the bond open, Sev. My Faurae needs it, I need to feel you, to be able to sense you even when we’re apart. It’s driving me mad not knowing how you’re doing when I’m not with you; it’s like aside from the mark on my neck, we’re not even mates.”
Severus’ eyes softened and he smiled. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m sorry. Come here.” He said, pushing himself away from the desk and holding his arms out.
Draco settled onto his lap and felt Severus’ arms wrap around his waist. Then, the bond opened, and a rush of love and reassurance poured forth.
Draco sucked in a breath, then melted against Severus. “Thank you.” He breathed against the man’s neck.
Severus chuckled. “Don’t wait so long in the future. If something I do bothers you, speak up so I know about it.”
Draco smiled. “I promise I will.”
Severus kissed him lightly, then gently eased him onto his feet again. “Class is about to start. You need to get out of here now.”
Draco huffed, and felt Severus’ amusement at the action.
“I’ll see you after classes, Draco.” Severus assured him.
“Right. Bye, then.” Draco said, leaving with a spring in his step.
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