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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 10: Slowly Going Insane
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Harry pushed back against the wet muscle that was teasingly licking his quivering hole. His body was trembling all over with anticipation and his cock was hanging painfully beneath him, swollen and throbbing, as he kneeled on all fours on his bed.
"Please!" He begged, his voice somewhere between a whine and a mewl.
"Please what, Harry?" Lucius purred; his hot breath ghosting over Harry's sensitive pucker, which the man had been abusing with his wonderful tongue for the last half an hour.
"I need...to feel you...inside of me, please!" he gasped desperately.
"Then I shall grant you your wish," his mate's husky voice nearly drove him over the edge on its own, but it was not quite enough.
At the next moment he cried out when Lucius’ hot tongue finally entered him, stroking his passage from the inside. He wanted to try and press more firmly onto the muscle, fucking himself on it, but his dominant held him in place.
"Harry?" a voice suddenly asked behind him, but his mind was too clouded to spare it any thought.
A sharp nail brushed the throbbing vein on the underside of his penis and as he hung his head he could see blood dripping from his pleasantly tingling member.
"Harry?"
Someone shook his shoulder and his eyes flew open. Above him the concerned face of his best friend, Ronald Weasley, hovered.
"Everything alright, man? You had a nightmare. It must have been really horrible, you've been moaning and screaming for the last twenty or thirty minutes and you wouldn't wake up."
Flushing heavily, and thanking Merlin or whoever was listening for his invisible vampire flush, he sat up and looked around. It was still dark outside and the clock next to his bed showed that it was only three in the morning. Hermione was awake as well, but in contrast to Ron she had caught on to the nature of his dream and was flushing quite violently, giving off a strong scent of embarrassment and... arousal?
...well, he mused, he probably would have gotten aroused as well if he had been the one listening to that kind of dream. Especially if he had been as vocal as Ron had said.
"Man, are you alright?" Ron asked, pulling him from his shocking revelation.
"Yeah, I am. Sorry for waking you," he mumbled and shifted. Only then, when his blanket brushed against his nether regions, did he notice that he was still painfully hard. He gasped and Ron's face darkened even further.
"Your scar?" he asked in concern and Harry quickly nodded, thankful for the excuse. The smell of embarrassment from Hermione grew stronger, and he wished that he would just drop dead right there and then.
"Yes, but it’s getting better already," he hissed in suppressed pleasure.
"Shall I get someone? Mum or one of your guardians?"
"No!" he exclaimed, only realizing that his reaction was a bit too violent, when Ron looked even more worried. Clearing his throat he mumbled, "I mean... I will be fine. I wasn't even able to see anything in my dream, just feelings; you know how it is sometimes."
He lay back down carefully, so as not to brush his cock against his blanket once more.
"Okay... if you say so," with one last look Ron went back to his bed, and was once again asleep minutes later. Hermione had lain back down as well, but her breathing told Harry that she was still awake, but to his relief she was too embarrassed to say anything.
Folding his arms under his head he tried to calm himself down, but it was impossible. His cock was still throbbing and begging for attention, but he could not give in to his desperate desire right now.
The last three days following his trip to Diagon Alley had been horrible. After his second night at Grimmauld Place, when he had dreamed about him and Lucius exchanging blood and Lucius' talented fingers stroking him to completion, he had dreamed about his mate every night. The dreams had mostly been of the naughty variety, but this one had by far been the worst, or best, depending on how someone would view an arousing dream about his lover tongue-fucking him whilst sharing a room with his two best friends.
It had started with missing Lucius' companionship and simple touches, but it had rapidly evolved from there, and soon he had found himself aroused on numerous occasions, or more precisely, whenever he thought about his mate… and he thought about Lucius a lot. That had been bad enough, but since yesterday it had gotten worse. He had been standing in the kitchen and Molly had asked him if he wanted anything specific for dinner, when he almost shouted that his dominant had to decide what they would eat.
After that incident, he had found himself yearning for Lucius' commanding voice, giving him orders and making decisions for him, which his vampire side considered the duty of a dominant and not of a submissive. Only then had he realized how many small orders Lucius had been giving him, taking up the duties of a dominant instinctively.
It didn't have to be big orders, small ones like: "Get dressed, and then meet me downstairs," had been enough to stabilize his submissive side. Without them he felt increasingly overburdened by smallest decisions. Now it was clear that he would never be able to lead the Order without Lucius balancing the extra burdens he would have to carry. He needed to go to Dumbledore soon, and if this day turned out as torturous as the previous one, he would go this evening.
Closing his eyes, a picture of Lucius pressing him into the nearest wall, growling dominantly and gripping his pink member sprung to the forefront of his mind, and he quickly opened his eyes again. Fantasies like this would not help him get rid of his problem.
The next five hours he lay in the darkness trying not to think about Lucius so that his erection would go down, but of course it didn't. Hermione had fallen back to sleep an hour after Ron, while he had tried to lay as still as possible, because every time something brushed against his cock it would get harder and more painful.
Normally he liked this kind of pain, but not if Lucius was not there to give him relief. He wished that he could take care of it himself, but with his friends just across the room, that wasn't an option.
Finally, Ron and Hermione woke up. He didn't move, and they decided to let him sleep some more; Ron because he was sure that Harry had a hard time getting back to sleep, and Hermione because she wanted to avoid him right now.
As soon as his friends were gone, he sighed in relief and kicked the blanket off of his body. Hesitating just a second, he carefully brushed his right hand over the bulge beneath Lucius' button-down, which he still wore as a night shirt.
Gasping, he closed his eyes, not sure how to proceed. Until now he had never touched himself. Before Lucius he had not even had the urge to do so, and after his mating he had no need to touch himself, and to be honest, he didn't want to. It was his dominant's right to give him pleasure and to relish in his writhing body, but at this point he was sure that his arousal would not go down until he had handled it himself.
Biting his bottom lip, he pulled his shirt up to reveal his throbbing flesh. His cock really looked painfully aroused. Sure, he was still small due to his physical high, but Harry had never seen his prick as large as it was right now. It nearly stood straight from his body and had gained a very dark red, nearly lilac tint. Maybe he should have gone to the bathroom to take care of himself earlier.
But now it was too late. Closing his eyes again, he wrapped his fingers around his penis and drew in a sharp breath at the first contact. Trying to remember how Lucius had stroked him and imagining it was his mate's fingers on him, he began to slowly stroke up and down his length. His free hand wandered downwards to tease his hole with one of his sharp nails, the dream of Lucius tongue-fucking him had left him needy in two places.
He quickened his pace around his cock and his pucker was clenching down on his finger. It only took a couple of strokes and a brush to his tip to send him over the edge. White light blinded him momentarily and his hot semen erupted from his prick, coating his hand, lower stomach, and even his chin.
Sighing in relief, he lay still for a moment, before propping himself up and searching for an old shirt to clean himself with. When he was clean enough, he gathered his toiletries and went into the bathroom to shower. Everyone else was already in the kitchen, so he would have some time to collect himself under the hot water, which, sadly, would not warm his cold body, but would at least wash away the scent of his semen.
He was surprised when he found Nagini curled up under the washbasin. His snake lifted her head when she heard him closing the door:
"Do you feel better little Master?" she hissed, and Harry froze in mid-step.
"Yeah, I guess," he said, feeling mortified. How much had she witnessed? Had she left before he had taken care of himself?
"No need to be ashamed, it was bound to happen. Every submissive needs the touch of his mate to balance his body and to be reassured," she said, but that didn't make Harry feel any better. He was still more human than snake after all, and humans didn't live in big nests where everybody watched everyone fucking as they wish.
"Well..." he said, not knowing what to reply and stepped under the spray.
He nearly started to cry when the warm water droplets sent shivers and tingles down his body. His cock sprang to life once more, and the unbearable need to be dominated was back full force. Whimpering pitifully, he looked down at himself, not knowing what he should do.
Nagini must have smelled something, because she had risen from her spot and was now eyeing his erect member.
"You need to go to your mate, or this will not end," she hissed, and Harry believed her. Thinking quickly, he forewent the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, dashing back to his room with vampire speed and opening his new, extended wardrobe.
Hastily he pulled out a white button-down, the black waistcoat with the silver laces in the front, fitting black boots, black shorts, a pair of dark green stockings, and the short green jacket before quickly pulling everything on. When he was finished, he looked himself up and down in the mirror, deciding that Lucius would like him in his green ensemble and tightly strapped waist, and left the room.
He was careful not to make any noise as he crept down the staircase and tiptoed into the living room. What he least needed right now, was for Sirius or someone else to catch him in his attempt to sneak away. Once he had closed the door behind him he ran over to the fireplace, grabbed some Floo Powder, and called out, "Malfoy Manor!" Only after he had stepped into the flames did he consider the possibility that Lucius' fireplace would be heavily warded. Well, he just had to hope that the wards would recognize him as their Lord's mate.
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Lucius sat in his private office, chewing distractedly on a blood drop and trying to concentrate on his work as a ministry official. He had to get this paperwork done soon. It had lain on his desk for much too long, and he was not known as someone who slacked off.
However, concentrating had recently become very difficult. His thoughts wandered back to his little mate every so often and he found himself unable to concentrate.
How was Harry dealing with their separation? It was not easy for him, but he was older, had always had a huge amount of self-control, and more importantly, he was not the submissive. Even though both mates were dependent upon each other, this was even truer for the submissive. Although, he had not found any books on vampires, aside from the standard ones - the creatures were highly secretive after all - he had researched many different kinds of submissives in the last couple of days, and they all had one thing in common: They all needed their dominants to stabilize their emotions. Some would get frightened, others overstrained, and then there were those whose bodies needed their dominant's touch to be reassured of their relationship and their mate's power, authority, and expertise.
Their need for their dominant was probably connected to their weaker bodies. Even a submissive magical creature was more powerful than most wizards and witches, but within their own kind it was something else and their instincts couldn't differentiate between these two. Furthermore, it was often a part of their character that they liked to be protected and hated to use violence themselves. Lucius knew at least that the last part was true for Harry.
And truth to be told, while he did not necessarily need his mate right now, this did not mean that he did not miss Harry. He had not only gotten used to the fierce Gryffindor, but had also grown very fond of him. Lucius knew that Harry was still slightly unsure about their relationship due to his inexperience, but after sixteen years of marriage and many, many lovers he knew that what he felt for the boy was far more than companionship. So it wasn't too difficult to wait for his little submissive to be ready to take their relationship to the next level. He knew that there was no way Harry would not realize that there was love between them, because the possibility of love and being perfect for each other was the foundation of being soulmates.
Thinking back over the last days, he must admit that they had not been bad entirely. They had even been rather successful. After his departure from Privet Drive, he and Severus had gone directly to the Dark Lord, who was at first more than slightly unhappy with his visit. However, with his old friend’s help they had convinced their former master that Harry had kept Lucius captive within the blood wards of his family's home, which were far stronger than they had ever imagined.
It worked in their favour that the Dark Lord could not verify their story, because the man himself could not even find the house. Dumbledore had done good work with the wards on Privet Drive, even so, he still believed that Harry had paid too high of a price for his protection.
Their master had believed them when told that Severus had only just succeeded in freeing him, but Harry Potter had been able to flee.
Still, as punishment, he had to endure the Cruciatus Curse for quite some time, and the Dark Lord had searched his mind and body for any lies. But the glamours had held and kept his change a secret, and he was too good of an Occlumens to let anything of the last two weeks show in his mind. After all, Severus had taught him the art of mind magic, and as a vampire the curse had not been as painful. That Harry had been hurt so much during his vision had probably been because of his mental connection to the wizard, the amount of curses he had had to endure at the same time, and maybe even his status as a submissive. But Lucius was a dominant, and had gained a higher pain tolerance.
After he had left Riddle Manor he had gone back to his own home to dress himself once again in proper clothing, and then gone swiftly to the Ministry, where he had collected his pile of paperwork, and had set another plan of his into action. After all, he didn't want to be separated from his beautiful mate for too long. The rest of the day had been spent by doing paperwork, but the next day he had gone to Diagon Alley and bought Harry his new sets of clothes. Chuckling silently, he wondered if the boy had found out the significance of the style of the garments, and if so, what his reaction had been. Would he even wear them? After all, the clothes were quite eye-catching, and the boy probably had to explain a lot of things because of them. He would understand if Harry did not wear them, but his dominant side would be slightly... unhappy to say the least. After all, it was his first present to his mate, and the petite child would surely look beautiful in them.
His mate's beauty sent his wandering thoughts down a different track. As a Pureblood, he had been taught that the establishment of a relationship had to follow a strict order:
First of all, he had to gain his love interest's attention though a formal courtship, to which Harry's guardians must agree. After that, a time of giving presents and taking Harry out on dates should have followed, then he should have asked for the boys hand in marriage, again with the approval of his guardians, and only after they had gotten married should he have consummated their bond.
Their sudden and unpredictable change had thrown all of those courting steps right out of the window; but he still wanted to court his mate, as Harry more than deserved to be properly courted.
At the very least, some more presents were in order, as they still had to be secretive.
Speaking of secretive, he had not yet heard anything more of Harry's plans, but he hoped that his mate would challenge the old fool of a headmaster soon, because then he would at least be able to see his mate on a regular basis at the headquarters.
But at least he had gotten a note that Harry had visited their vault. His inexperienced mate had nearly fainted, if one was to believe Griphtug, which he did. The goblin had worked for the Malfoy family for decades and was quite trustworthy. He would have liked to see the expression on his little mate’s face when he realized how rich he had become. Lucius still had to check how much Harry had brought into the marriage. Sure, he didn't need the extra money, but as Lord Malfoy he had to be informed.
Swirling his glass of Firewhiskey, he swallowed the last gulp. Like everything else, with the exception of Harry's blood, it had lost its taste and allure, but alcohol still had the power to relax him, if he drank three times as much as he had needed in the past. He was not sad about the tastelessness of food or drink; in Harry's blood he had gained such a fine taste and evoked more in him in exchange than even the most expensive meal at the finest restaurant.
He was just about to pour himself another glass, when he felt a tingling sensation in his mind. Frowning, he put the glass down and concentrated on the wards which had alerted him to a guest at Malfoy Manor. Normally, the wards instantly told him who the newcomer was; they had recognized his late son and wife, and alarmed him when an intruder tried to breach them, but right now they felt strange. Concentrating even more, he could feel that whoever it was, was not an intruder, but in turn was not familiar to the wards. This should have been impossible. Sighing, he took his snake cane with his wand, and made his way downstairs to the large pageantry fireplace, where all visitors were received. His steps were silent and predatory as he glided down the grand marble staircase, but he stopped mid-step when he recognized the small figure that was brushing soot off of his clothes.
Never before had he seen anything that could be compared to Harry in this moment. His beautiful mate wore the green outfit he had sent him a few days ago. The dark green colour made his breathtaking eyes shine preternaturally. His eyes roaming the small body from a distance, they landed on the bare patch of skin between the high stockings and the very short trousers. When the boy turned to the side, looking around curiously, before he bent down once more to wipe off his boots, the shorts rose even further and gave him an enticing view of Harry's perfect, round buttocks. His eyes were glued there for a moment, taking in the pale and soft flesh, before wandering up again. Harry had turned once more and now stood facing him, and for the first time Lucius could see how truly gorgeous his submissive looked in this short waist coat. Licking his lips, his body started to show his interest in his intoxicating mate. Harry looked so beautiful, so innocent, so very fragile, and so young. A forbidden youth. All of his vampiric senses were singing with pleasure. It had been far too long since he had seen Harry, and his body was yearning to touch his mate, to hold him, to caress him, and to hear his voice.
Why had Harry come by so suddenly? Would it not be safer to give Severus a message as to when he was expected at the headquarters? Eyeing the child once more, for the first time he noticed his heavy flush. Of course, to a human it was still barely noticeable, but to a vampire it was extraordinary. Taking a deep lungful of air, he instantly understood why Harry was so flushed. The scent of arousal was heavy in the air and as he looked down, he could see the protruding bulge in his mate's pants. How had he missed that?
Taking a step forwards, he called: "Harry? What are you..." he would never finish his sentence, as in the next moment Harry had flung himself into Lucius' arms, whimpering and mewing in distress and blatant submission. The days of their separation had clearly taken a toll on his submissive mate.
He lifted Harry up, who instantly started to lick along his carotid, sending waves of pleasure directly to his cock. Groaning, he tried to concentrate. He had promised himself that he would only take Harry when the boy was ready and that Harry would get a proper first time. He would not shove him against the next wall, even though his little mate's mind was too clouded to realize it right now. As nice as it was to have Harry rub himself against his body, he needed to find out what Harry needed right now to get his mind back.
"Harry, stop!" He commanded with an authoritative voice, and the boy in his arms stilled instantly.
"Harry, what do you need?" he asked in the same voice, hoping for an answer.
"I need you my dominant!" Harry gasped, and the way he said the word dominant gave him enough of an indication as to what had happened to his little submissive. He pushed Harry’s head gently but firmly down against his shoulder and commanded: "Hold on tight, and stay still" before turning and striding back up the broad staircase, setting a quick pace. He knew the long corridors and sinuous hallways of his home by heart and didn't even need to concentrate on where he was heading. Arriving in front of a huge, double door, he pressed it open with one elbow, and then used his feet to open it further. His bedroom was dark, but his sharp eyes could make out the huge four-poster bed with silver hangings and the green sheets easily.
Harry was still motionless in his arms, frozen by the command he had given his little submissive, only his rapidly beating heart was an indication that he was still alive. He sat the small raven down and thought over what command he could give his little submissive to stabilize him again. Smirking wickedly, he sat down on his bed and commanded: "Strip for me, but do it slowly and neatly."
Harry blinked dazedly up at him, his huge green and red ringed eyes sparkling like emeralds, making his cock harden even further. His mate was so beautiful. The boy clearly needed a moment to process the order, but then started slowly. Harry took off his short jacked before his small hands wandered to the laces of his waistcoat, whilst he gave him one of those incredibly arousing, innocent looks from under his bangs. It was amazing how much sex appeal the vampire genes had gifted Harry, Lucius thought. The waistcoat fell to the ground, and Harry proceeded to open his crisp white button down shirt. His eyes immediately fixed themselves on the patch of revealed skin beneath his mate's collarbone.
"Take of your glamour," he commanded and he gasped when Harry's skin became even paler, gaining a translucent glow whilst faint blue lines appeared on his body, where the boy's arteries and veins lay deliciously hidden beneath his skin.
His cock twitched in his trousers and his fangs itched with the wish to sink into one of the bluish arteries.
When they had separated, Harry's change had not been this advanced; his mate’s veins had certainly not been visible back then. Lucius licked his lips unconsciously. Oh how beautiful his little submissive had become; even more beautiful!
But that wasn't the only changes he noticed on the Gryffindor. His instincts had been right: Harry had not been through with his transformation, but now he was.
Harry had become even thinner, and his already small shoulders seemed to have narrowed even further, as had his rib cage, giving him a clearly inhuman look. But it didn't bother him; on the contrary, his dominant side was purring and humming in appreciation.
His little mate would not appreciate the fact, but Lucius knew that Harry's beauty alone would gain him access to the highest vampire circles and admission among their kind. In the vampire world, a beautiful submissive was more valuable to a dominant than any diamond could ever be.
Another button was opened and Lucius took his time to let his eyes roam the petite body.
His eyes settled back on Harry’s face. Harry was chewing on his bottom lip in agitation, making it swollen and redden. His eyes were dilated in barely restrained lust and Lucius noticed that they had become larger once again.
Finally his little mate pushed his button down shirt from his slim shoulders and it accompanied the green jacket on the floor.
Harry bent down and unlaced his boots, before carefully stepping out of them. When the Gryffindor opened the button on his shorts next, Lucius nearly groaned in torturous pleasure as he saw that there still was no second layer of fabric between the trousers and Harry's flesh.
Why had he commanded Harry to strip? Why would he torture himself like this? Having so much time to soak in the sight of every inch of his submissive's body nearly drove him insane with lust. He wanted to push his pulsing cock into Harry, stretching him, bruising him, ripping him apart; the thought was nearly overpowering him. Lucius barely remembered the feeling of Harry surrounding him. The night of their mating was a wonderful blur of sensations; too muddled to remember specific details, but he still knew very well how tight the boy had been, how hard he had squeezed his cock and he wanted to feel it again - no, he needed to feel it again!
It cost him all of his Malfoy restraint to not go over to Harry then and just take him, instead he just watched when the shorts fell as well, and his mates cock was finally revealed. Harry's flesh was swollen and a dark red, nearly lilac with need. Lucius could see the vein on the underside of the small shaft pulsating with every throb of the appendage.
Biting on his tongue to reinforce his self-restraint once more, he took in Harry's whole figure. The only garments he now wore were the green stockings which went up to his thighs and what looked like suspenders. He motioned Harry to come over and the boy obliged dutifully. When Harry stood between his legs, he laid his hands down softly on his mate's buttocks, caressing them for a moment, before his fingers went beneath the stockings. Harry mewled at his touch, unable to be more coherent at the moment with all of these new sensations.
Lucius pushed the stockings down slowly, until Harry could easily step out of them, before lifting the boy up and laying him down on the bed. He couldn't just stand there and watch his mate any longer, he needed to touch the boy and give his heated body all of the pleasure it craved and deserved.
Standing up, Lucius kneeled down on the floor between Harry’s spread legs, which were dangling over the edge. He took a deep breath, and his lungs filled with the alluring scent of Harry's heavy arousal. Quickly deciding that what he wanted to do was to take the worst of the tension from Harry, he lifted a hand. He would not do anything they had not yet done as long as his mate was not coherent enough to fully enjoy and remember it afterwards, as Harry clearly wasn't right now.
As his fingers closed around the hot cock of his submissive, Harry whimpered in agonized pleasure, his flesh highly sensitive from his extreme erection, but he did not move an inch.
Remembering how passive vampire submissives were without permission to take part in their physical encounters, Lucius purred to his mate, "You may move as much as you would like to Harry,"
Harry responded by gasping and arching into his hand.
Smirking delightedly, Lucius started to stroke at a not too slow pace, scraping a claw above the head of Harry’s prick at every downwards motion, just as the child liked it. Harry started to thrust into his hand, moaning and whimpering loudly and needed only three more strokes to come. His submissive's hot semen exploded from his cock and covered Lucius' hand. Purring, he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the release off, fixing his eyes on Harry's as he did so.
A smirk spread on his face when his inexperienced mate blushed heavily, his mind had clearly come back.
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Harry lay still in the aftermath, staring into Lucius' silver-red eyes and slowly coming back to himself. His thoughts had been so clouded with lust and the need for his mate's touch, that he had not even realized where his dominant had brought him. But now he noticed that he was lying on a bed that was as soft as a cloud. He turned his gaze away from the gorgeous aristocrat who was smirking very smugly at him, and took in his surroundings.
The room was furnished with dark, wooden furniture and the main colour was silver with green patterns. A huge mirror hung on the wall next to the right side of the bed, and heavy velvet curtains blocked out the sunlight. Taking a deep breath, Lucius' scent filled his nostrils; this had to be his private bedroom. Harry flushed darkly; he was in his mate's bedroom, somehow it felt like he was doing something forbidden, lying spread and exposed in the room of the much older aristocrat.
"Are you feeling better?" Lucius’ deep voice pulled him from his thoughts; and as he looked back at his mate and his roaming eyes, he knew that their time together was not over yet. He gulped in nervousness and excitement and nodded.
"Good," Lucius all but purred and rose to his feet, only to climb, catlike. onto the mattress. Harry scooted backwards, giving the man more space on the bed, as he watched his mate approach like a dangerous predator, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Are you fleeing from me?" Lucius asked; one eyebrow lifted.
"No... Of course not... I just...wanted to give you some more space," Harry stammered.
"How nice of you," Lucius smirked before diving down and claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss. His mate's tongue pushed in forcefully and Harry gave a mewling sound at his dominant's possessiveness, his cock stirring again.
Lucius explored his mouth for a minute longer, stroking every inch of it thoroughly and leaving the aristocrat’s unique taste behind as he broke their kiss, only to trace soft kisses and harsh nips down Harry's throat, his hands roaming the fragile body. Harry gasped; Lucius had never done that to him before. Until now, they had only kissed, and sure, Lucius had already stroked him to completion three times, but this felt different; intimate on a whole new level. It felt as if Lucius was worshipping his body.
Another gasp tore from his throat at a particularly harsh nip, and he pressed the whole length of his small body against Lucius, only to cry out in pleasure as his mate’s sharp claws brushed over his nipples. The small buds hardened immediately, and sent shivers of pleasure right down to his penis, which started throbbing again. Harry had never known that his nipples could be this sensitive.
"You like this?" Lucius asked; his breath ghosting over Harry's neck.
Harry wanted to give an answer but he was not able to, too caught up in the multiple sensations.
"Tell me Harry, do you like it?" Lucius demanded and Harry forced himself to actually speak:
"I...yes..." He could feel Lucius smiling against his neck before the man trailed a path of kisses downwards, directly to his right nipple. Harry started to squirm as his mate kissed the tiny bud, licking it, and sucking it into his mouth. The sensation was so strange, so new, but so good. He gasped, pleading: "More, Lucius!"
His cock was throbbing painfully again.
His dominant obliged without any more questions, taking his nipple between his teeth, before biting down harshly. With a loud cry he came for the second time in ten minutes, his vision momentarily blanking, as his orgasm was ripped from his body without warning. As his vision focused again, he could see his own surprise mirrored in Lucius' face, but the arrogant aristocrat also looked very satisfied.
"So needy today?" The noble man purred.
Harry blushed, but nodded. How embarrassing; to come from his mate just biting down on his nipple. Lucius had not even touched his cock this time around; he really was acting like a virgin.
"Then be happy, that I am not done with you yet," Lucius drawled seductively, and scooted lower.
"What do you...Ah!" Harry gasped as Lucius hot tongue suddenly licked a hot path down his loins, making his cock rise again.
"I could pleasure you the whole day and night, just to hear your little noises," Lucius breathed, cooling the wet trail and sending shivers across Harry’s sensitive body.
"Yes," Harry agreed nonsensically, all he could think about was how good Lucius was making him feel.
"You are so incredibly beautiful, Harry. Your body..." Lucius whispered and kissed a spot right next to Harry’s cock, making him moan in denied satisfaction.
"...and your fiery Gryffindor spirit."
Lucius mouth went on again, following a trail he could not see on his skin.
"You have changed again, have you noticed?"
No, Harry hadn't. He had not taken off his glamours since his arrival at Grimmauld Place. He gasped in shock when he looked down at himself, seeing all of the pale blue lines on his flesh. He was just asking himself whether he still was beautiful or not, distracted for the moment by Lucius’ tongue pressing down on one of the visible veins, sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body.
"Ah!" He gasped, instinctively pressing himself into his mate's wet muscle.
"Hm..." Lucius purred. "And I thought that it was only so that I could find places to drink from you more easily," his mate chuckled and started to nip carefully with his sharp fangs over the vein.
Gliding one of his own hands over another artery, Harry could feel the thin organ, as if his skin was no more than a thin piece of paper, it felt strange, but oh so good.
"The possibilities..." Lucius hummed, giving the vein one last nip, before sliding downwards again.
And then Harry was enveloped in heat when Lucius took his length all of the way in. He moaned loudly, buckling into that wet cavern, but Lucius grabbed onto his hips and forced him back down, only to swallow him again as far as Harry had just driven his penis into his delicious mouth. He felt the head of his member hitting the back of Lucius’ throat and he mewled at the friction. His voice broke when his dominant's tongue flicked around the pulsing flesh. Cold precum leaked from his slit, but Lucius gathered it on his tongue with the next upwards motion, and then he started to glide up and down Harry's length in a rhythmic pace.
"So good!" Harry moaned; his eyes tightly shut.
"So...ah!" One of Lucius’ fangs had scraped over his heated member, making it jolt in the blonde’s mouth.
"More...please...more!"
Lucius shifted a bit, and at the next moment the sensation of his dominant's fangs along with the swirling of the talented tongue was nearly driving Harry insane. The tingling in his lower stomach grew stronger, but after two orgasms, he was not able to come again so quickly, making him able to enjoy his mate's treatment much longer this time.
Harry forced his eyes open and propped himself up a bit, needing to see his mate taking care of him. Lucius always knew what he needed; be it in their daily life or closed off in their bedroom. He could never wish for a better mate, and the rush of a warm, unknown feeling shortly overwhelmed him, before his eyes landed on the aristocrat, spread out between his legs, his blonde hair like a halo, and his head bobbing up and down on Harry's length. The sight of this strong, powerful man taking care of his needs, going down on his knees for him, taking his penis into his mouth to give him pleasure, was overwhelming.
The muscles in his lower stomach tightened and he entwined his fingers in Lucius’ hair. It was the first time that he dared to touch the long, silver-blond strands, and he moaned in surprise at the softness. Lucius' teeth gave the head of his prick a demanding nip and Harry arched his hips in answer.
"Hmm..." his mate purred, sending small shivers down his length, increasing the tingling feeling in his lower stomach. One of Lucius' elegant, long-fingered hands came down and gently stroked the inner sides of his thighs. Harry's legs started to tremble at the caring touch, but it was the tentative single finger that slowly stroked down his balls that pushed him over the edge. Harry threw his head back, groaning deeply in his throat as his third orgasm was ripped from his body. Lucius swallowed every drop of him, sucking him all the way through his climax, extending his release until his balls felt utterly empty and relaxed.
He fell back onto the mattress, confident that he would have blacked out if he had still been human. Lucius gave his spent penis one last kiss before he came back up and lay down next to him. With a silly smile and a very satisfied expression, Harry shuffled closer until he could rest his head onto the aristocrat's chest.
Looking downwards and placing his hand on Lucius’ flat stomach, he wished he could trace his skin and feel it under his fingers, but the older man was still fully dressed. He chewed his bottom lip nervously, thinking about asking him if he would take his shirt off. Lucius always said he could and should ask anything that was on his mind, but maybe this question was too bold? Would he have already undressed if he wanted to, or had it just not crossed his mind? Then again, his mate had slept nearly naked next to him when they had stayed together at Privet Drive. Deciding that he would just ask, he cleared his throat, "Uhm...Lucius?"
"Yes, Harry?" his mate answered back calmly.
"Would you...would you take off your shirt? I mean, if it's okay for you...I just...I want to feel your skin."
Lucius sat up and started to unbutton his shirt: "You do not have to justify your requests Harry. If you wish to feel my skin, then I will take it off. I will even do it gladly, because there is nothing in the world that makes me happier than to hear that you want to touch me and be closer to me."
Harry flushed, but he didn't take his eyes away from the growing patch of exposed skin.
"If you continue to flush so...endearingly, I may have to ravish you again," Lucius purred, and Harry’s flush instantly spread over his whole body. The aristocrat chuckled deeply and then asked,
"Just my shirt? Or my trousers as well?"
Harry's eyes trailed down to Lucius' long and sinful legs, it would be nice to see them without the covering of the black fabric, and it would mean that he could snuggle against even more warm skin, "Leave your boxers on?"
Lucius smiled gently and stood up, unzipping his trousers and pushing them down over his hips, exposing the large bulge that had been hidden within.
Harry's eyes widened comically and he stuttered: "Shall I...? Do you want me to...?" He felt as if he was neglecting his mate, even though Lucius had made it clear that Harry didn't have to do anything he didn't want to, but that erection looked painful.
Lucius brows furrowed together into a frown, "What have I told you concerning this particular topic?"
Harry fidgeted nervously, "That I should not do anything that I am not ready for," he said, repeating his previous thoughts.
"And if you ask me to leave my boxers on for cuddling, does that mean that you are ready to touch me there?"
Harry shook his head: "No...but...", still thinking that his mate must feel desperate for release.
"No buts," Lucius interrupted him firmly.
"But...it looks painful," Harry continued, telling Lucius what he thought, and ignoring his mate's command.
Lucius frown deepened: "I said no buts, and whether it is painful or not is none of your concern. You are still very young and the fact that we are having this type of relationship alone is worrisome. I will not risk your mental health by exposing you to something you do not yet feel ready for."
Harry lowered his lashes, feeling silly for having asked. A warm hand settled on his head and ruffled his hair: "Do not feel ashamed about this. I appreciate your offer, but I am your dominant, and my first priority is to protect you, not to use you for my physical pleasure."
Harry felt the pleasantly warm feeling rising in his chest again. He had felt it a few times already, but still could not say what it meant.
Lucius stepped out of his trousers and then and laid back down, pulling Harry onto his chest before starting to trace patterns on his back.
"Do you think you have changed as well?" Harry asked suddenly.
"Shall I take my glamours off?" Lucius asked, tracing a line down his spine.
Harry nodded and sat back up. His mate's glamours flickered around the edges before disappearing completely. Lucius' skin had become more translucent as well, but not as much as his own. The aristocrat's veins were only barely visible; even he, as a vampire, had problems seeing them. They looked more like blue shadows. Lowering his head and taking a sniff, Harry happily realized that he could smell exactly where every vein lay.
Sighing in contentment, Harry lay back down on the man's chest and closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the closeness with Lucius. They had been separated for far too long, and he had missed this feeling of being protected and cared for. The aristocrat's scent was already so familiar and it lulled him into a calm state where he was barely awake. The body beneath him felt strong and hard with all of his muscles, but softer than even Lucius' mattress at the same time. This was impossible, but then again, his mate was Lucius Malfoy, and Malfoy’s excelled at everything.
He had nearly fallen asleep when Lucius’ deep voice drew him back to consciousness,
"Tell me Harry, how have your last few days been?"
Harry wrinkled his nose, his last few days had not been bad, he had seen Ron and Hermione again, but that was the only good that had happened. Remembering Sirius and Snape's constant bickering, Ginny and everything else, he sighed heavily.
"Well?" Lucius pressed.
Harry sighed: "Hedwig was badly injured during the King's Cross attack."
Lucius winced, but didn't say anything.
"She is still alive, but she cannot work as a post owl any longer. You know, she was one of my very first friends and the first present I ever received. Hagrid gave her to me before my first year. It really makes me angry, and kind of depressed to see her like that. On top of that, I need a new post owl, but I don't want to replace her so soon." Harry dwelled on the matter for a moment, "Maybe I should get another bird? I mean, you have a falcon, and maybe Hedwig wouldn't feel as bad if I don't get another owl?"
"I think that is a good idea," Lucius pressed a kiss on top of Harry's messy locks, and added, "You have a great heart."
Harry smiled softly; that was a compliment he really liked. He appreciated compliments about his body as well, but this one seemed even more personal.
"Thank you," he mumbled sheepishly.
"Have I missed more?" Lucius inquired and Harry went on with his story,
"Sirius and Snape's bickering has been really bad these last few days, and four days ago, Sirius told everyone in the kitchen what Sirius, Remus and my father had done to Severus during their school days."
Lucius winced, "I can imagine the outcome of that particular breakfast."
Harry nodded in affirmation, "Snape was really angry. He even refused to talk to me for a whole day."
"One of his biggest fears is that you will turn out like your father, making his life a living hell once again. I think, the thought that you might get an idea from your godfather's story frightened him more than he will ever admit," Lucius explained, while combing through his mate's hair.
Nodding, Harry thought that his mate's explanation sounded logical. He would probably have reacted in a similar manner if he had been in Snape's place.
Sadly, that was still not everything he had to tell Lucius, and the last point was the hardest. Snuggling even closer to Lucius, he prepared himself inwardly.
"And..." Harry started, but broke off because he was a bit unsure if he really should tell the man. The aristocrat would surely be upset, maybe even furious if he told him, but the man was his mate; he had the right to know and Harry really didn't want to keep any secrets from him.
"Harry?" Lucius asked when he had chewed on his bottom lip for too long without saying anything. Harry nuzzled his head into Lucius chest, before mumbling:
"Ginny has a huge crush on me and she has been flirting with me the entire time."
Lucius started to growl and the claws of the hand that had laid calmly on his back suddenly pressed possessively into his flesh, and his eyes glazed over with rage. Harry gave an irritated mewl, before propping himself up and pressing a soft kiss against Lucius' lips, and added a second mewl; this one with a soothing undertone, his instincts taking over.
He had expected Lucius to not react very calmly, and his mate held himself well, but a bit of reassurance could never hurt. The kiss and the small sound did their job, and Lucius' eyes focused once more, "Does she know that you have a mate?"
"Yes, I told everybody. Not who my mate is, and not that we are already mated - they all think that I have found either the boy or girl, depending on whom you ask, I will mate with when 17- but they know."
Lucius' growl intensified again.
"I didn't respond to her attempts," He whispered, giving Lucius' neck a small nip.
"Good," Lucius growled. "I wish I could put a collar around your neck with my name on it so that even every stupid human could see that you are already claimed."
Harry purred, the sound of a collar with his mate's name on it sounded more intriguing than it probably should have. He immediately blushed at his thoughts, hoping that Lucius had not caught on to his thoughts, but it was, of course, too late.
His ever observant dominant had propped himself up on one elbow, a very hungry expression on his face, "Would you allow me to put a collar on you, or at least a substitute in a place where nobody would see it easily?"
"What... do you mean by a substitute in a place, where nobody would see it so easily?" he asked unsurely. He honestly didn't mind, but with Sirius, Remus, his friend and everybody else, it would be a bad idea to wear a collar with the Malfoy Lord's name on it.
"Just tell me if you would let me," Lucius purred, his face close to Harry's, licking a short trail behind his ears.
Harry shuddered, he had liked that idea from the beginning, and Lucius' seduction method really didn't help him deny his mate anything.
"Yes," he gasped, his cheeks heating.
"Thank you," Lucius whispered, and Harry watched quietly as his mate took his wand from the bedside table, looking around in the dark room. He then pointed it at a neatly folded tie that lay on a chair, and summoned the garment, before muttering a spell, transfiguring it.
Harry looked down at Lucius' outstretched hand, where now a green silk band with a small, silver bell lay. He picked it up curiously and eyed it more closely. There were small versions of the Malfoy family crest stitched on the ends, and the fabric was incredibly soft. Lifting it, he shook the bell, its sound clear and so quiet that only vampire ears would be able to catch it. Harry even doubted that Remus would be able to hear the faint sound.
"Where shall I put it? Around my wrist?" he asked.
"I said where no one would be able to see it easily, that contradicts a place as obvious as your wrists," Lucius smirked, and Harry only noticed that his mate's free hand had sneaked south when long fingers wrapped around his flaccid cock, gently stroking it in a caressing gesture.
"Why are you...?" Harry gasped in surprise, but Lucius interrupted his question.
"Shh, Harry. You will see."
Harry watched the elegant fingers working his prick to a half-erected state, still wondering what his possessive mate had planned, but unable and unwilling to stop him. When his cock had hardened significantly, Lucius let go of it and wrapped the green silk band around the base of his cock twice so that the silver bell was hanging on the underside of it, before fastening it in a bow.
Harry stared at his decorated cock; not comprehending what the kinky aristocrat had done, until it finally sank in, and his whole body heated with a whole-body flush. It really looked very kinky; the green of the silk-band, which was the exact colour of his eyes, stood out against his creamy-white skin. Lucius had tied the band with the perfect tightness around his shaft; it was noticeable, but not suffocating or uncomfortable, and it looked kind of beautiful on him, but what aroused him even more was the fact that Lucius had placed his personal crest on such an intimate part of his body.
The aristocrat chuckled, and tapped against the small bell with one finger, which jingled silently.
"I do not think that you would ever betray me, but if the Weaselette ever sneaks in whilst you shower, she will see that you are taken, and if she has any brains at all, she will recognize from whom she is trying to steal a mate, and hopefully never dare to approach you again," he said darkly.
Harry turned in Lucius' lap feeling immensely touched by the small gesture and pressed his lips to his mate's once more, "Thank you. I love it."
Lucius kissed him back, gently but deeply. Their tongues danced with each other for a long moment before Lucius broke the kiss, provoking a protesting sound from Harry, and asking:
"What did you mean when you said that they think that you have found either the boy or the girl that you will mate?"
Harry snickered: "Molly, Arthur, Fred and George recognized the clothes you gave me and know that I am a submissive. Hermione didn't know the clothing or their meaning, but picked up on it anyway - she is clever after all. But Ron thinks that I found my girl and only laughed when Hermione asked me about being the submissive. I told her that Ron was right, because he would have had a heart attack otherwise, but I could see that she knew that I was lying."
"And the mutt and the wolf?" Lucius inquired.
Harry scowled. "Sirius and Remus, or Black and Lupin," he corrected his mate, who only huffed without agreeing to his corrections.
"They didn't even recognize the significance of my new wardrobe, and I think they assume the same as Ron. By the way," he added, "Thank you for the clothes, they are beautiful."
"No need to thank me, I am your dominant after all and I will provide for you. Besides, you look very alluring in your new attire," Lucius drawled.
Harry smiled happily, he had assumed that Lucius would like him in the garments; the man had bought them for Harry after all, but to hear it was still nice.
"But you should have warned me that you are so important!" Harry accused with a scowl that he really didn’t mean.
"I did," Lucius replied smoothly.
"No, you didn't" Harry frowned.
"Of course I did," Lucius repeated.
"When?" Harry asked, irritated and trying to remember anything that could have indicated Lucius' extraordinary social position.
"I told you a few times that I am the most rich and noble Pureblood," Lucius huffed.
"And that should have meant something to me? You know that I was raised by muggles; besides, it sounded as if you were just being your usual, arrogant self," Harry muttered.
"I was," Lucius agreed. "Maybe I just wanted to surprise you."
Harry scoffed: "And you didn't warn me about Gringotts either."
"That, I really did not do. I wanted it to be a surprise," Lucius smirked and kissed his neck tenderly.
"Well, it was," Harry answered, closing his eyes at the soft sensation.
"So, when will you go to Dumbledore?" his mate asked after he had separated from his neck again.
Harry needed a second to process the question, but then answered, "This evening. I won't live without you any longer than necessary. Even if we cannot display our relationship openly, it will be better than not seeing you at all."
"Good," Lucius purred. "I really didn't appreciate the last few days either."
"How time is it?" Harry asked, wondering how long he had been gone from Grimmauld Place.
"It is 2:00 PM. What did you tell the others about where you were going?"
Harry started to squirm uncomfortably. He had left in a rush and knew that it hadn't been a wise thing to do, but why did his mate have to remind him of it? As far as he knew, Lucius would send him back soon to avoid a confrontation with the order.
"Well?" Lucius prompted.
"I might have forgotten to tell anybody?" Harry mumbled, his answer coming out more like a question.
"You just left?" Lucius asked, his voice getting stern.
"Yeah, kind of..." Harry admitted; shrinking under his mate's disapproving look.
"Harry, I know you do not like it very much, but you are Harry Potter; many people place their hopes in you, especially the order, and they will be very worried when they notice that you have just disappeared, and so will your friends and guardians," Lucius rebuked him.
"I know, but I couldn't bear the separation any longer. I felt lonely, my body was yearning for you, and I even woke Ron and Hermione with..." he quickly slapped his hands over his mouth; he had not wanted to tell this little tale.
"How did you wake your friends?" Lucius voice had dropped to a very seductive growl, his eyes shining hungrily.
"Nothing...I didn't wake them...nothing happened...really," Harry lied pathetically. If he could at least have stopped his stutter, then maybe his denial could have been more believable, but Lucius’ voice made him all flustered.
"Has my little innocent submissive experienced his first wet dream?" Lucius whispered into his ears, hot breath ghosting over the appendage.
Harry flushed, he was so mortified. How could he tell his mate that he had nearly cum in his pants because of a dream? Lucius would surely laugh. Harry would even bet that Lucius had never had a wet dream; the man seemed far too controlled for such undignified teenage behaviour.
Sliding from his mate's chest, he mumbled, "I...need to go, before everybody gets worried," but a strong hand held him back.
"Not so hasty. I am very interested in whatever you are trying to hide from me," Lucius smirked evilly and pulled Harry back against his strong body, trapping him with his arms.
"But it's so embarrassing!" he whined, squirming in his mates unyielding grip.
"Oh, I do not believe that. I think it will be a very arousing story." Lucius nipped at his ear, sending tingles down his body.
"Tell me Harry," he commanded, and that was the breaking point for Harry's inner submissive, which had yearned for his dominant's commands the last couple of days.
"I...dreamed about you..." he gasped.
Lucius stopped his nibbling and loosened his grip. Turning around, he buried his face into his mate's chest, too ashamed to look Lucius in the eyes whilst retelling his dream.
"And what was I doing? Or should I ask, what were we doing?" Lucius purred.
"First, you were just licking me..."
"Where?" Lucius interrupted him.
Harry's cheeks caught fire, and he squeaked out, "You were licking my... my... hole and then...you started to fuck me with..." Harry could not say it, he was too mortified.
"With my tongue?" Lucius asked.
"Yes," Harry admitted, searching blindly for the pillow and pulling it over his head to hide himself, but he could still hear Lucius as he spoke again:
"I would have liked to be there and witness you dreaming. I can imagine all your cute little noises, so arousing... and I could have woken you up to make your dream a reality."
Harry mewled in exasperation, his mate’s words sounded far too good, but after his three orgasms, he was too exhausted for his body to get aroused again; but that didn't mean that his mind wasn't able.
Chuckling, Lucius pulled the pillow from his head, "Do not be so embarrassed, there is no need to be. It is a compliment to hear that you are dreaming about me. That only means that I am not the only one who is fantasizing over my mate."
Harry blinked, his face was still buried in Lucius’ chest, but at his mate's words, he lifted his head, "You dreamed about me as well?"
"Of course I have. In fact, I dream about you every night," Lucius chuckled.
"Why? I mean, you are already so old..." Harry bit his lips as he realized how that must have sounded. It really had not been what he wanted to say.
Lucius lifted his trademark eyebrow, "That does not mean that I do not dream about you. It is true that mostly young wizards experience such dreams, but when the desire is strong enough they can even occur at an older age. I am not as vocal during my dreams as you are anymore, but I have had my fair share of them since our mating."
"I never noticed," Harry wondered.
"I hid it well, after all, I did not want to scare my innocent submissive away," Lucius smirked.
"I am sorry that I am so inexperienced," Harry mumbled, feeling that this was the right time to apologize for his clumsiness.
"Do not be sorry, it is quite endearing. Besides, your inexperience only means that no one besides me has ever touched you and that is the dream of every dominant mate, especially me," Lucius winked.
"Really?" Harry asked curiously.
"You should already know how possessive I am," Lucius drawled.
His mate sighed then, and Harry knew what he would say next.
"You should leave now, they will be worried already."
"I know, but I have missed you for so long," Harry mumbled, sadness rising in his chest.
"I have missed you too, Harry," Lucius said softly, and cupped his cheek.
Harry stared up into his mate's silver-red eyes, which were shining and filled with warmth that no one before him had ever seen. Pulling himself up, he pressed his lips to Lucius', giving his mate a chaste kiss. Their lips and tongues danced for a moment in an innocent kiss, before Harry sat up with a sigh. "I really don't want to leave you," he said, but climbed out of bed anyway. His heart felt heavy, and only the thought that he would see his mate again soon, made him pick up his clothes and start to get dressed.
Lucius watched him intently as he pulled on his green stockings, then his shorts, and especially when he fastened the waistcoat.
"I presume that it is no problem to tighten the coat as a vampire?" Lucius asked.
Harry shrugged: "No, not really. I only have to be careful that I don't tie them too tight or my guardians and friends will freak out, but really, my ribs adapt perfectly to the waistcoat."
Lucius nodded in understanding, and then stood up and moved closer.
"You really look delicious in the new clothing," he whispered, gripping his mate's slim waist. Harry squeaked in surprise when he was pulled flush against Lucius' body. Recovering quickly, he laid his cheek against his mate's muscled chest, sighing in contentment.
"I hope we will be able to find time to ourselves when you are at Grimmauld Place," Harry mumbled. This was a topic that really concerned him. With his ever protective guardians and Ginny, it would not be easy to meet secretly.
"But if there is no other way, we can still meet in Snape's lab. No one ever goes in there," Harry added as an afterthought.
Lucius smirked: "I think that my dearest friend would not appreciate us snogging on his couch."
Harry mused that Lucius was definitely right. Lucius took a step back, his eyes looking as unhappy as his own.
"You can use the fireplace in here," his mate said, and took his wand to light the hearth.
Harry nodded and stopped in front of the mirror quickly to check if his glamours were back in place. This thing with the glamours was difficult. Apparently, Lucius did not see through the glamours completely, but instead he was only able to see through the parts Harry consciously showed him... which explained why the arteries had been hidden until now; Harry had not been aware of them. So this time he made sure that his dominant would still be able to see his veins as well, but for everybody else they would be invisible, even for Snape. He did not like the man enough to let him see how much of a creature he had become.
Checking the mirror a second time, he happily noticed that at least his face was not littered with the blue lines. They didn't bother him, but it would look strange.
"Do you have some Floo Powder?" Harry asked, and followed his mate to the huge fireplace. He saw the famous snake cane leaning next to it and smiled; somehow it had been strange to see his mate without it all of those days. You just don't imagine Lucius Malfoy without his cane. Hopefully, the aristocrat would bring the item to Grimmauld Place.
"In the silver box," Lucius answered and pointed to a small box that was decorated with emeralds.
Harry still didn't want to go, but he took a hand-full knowing that there was no way he could delay his departure any longer.
"One last kiss?" he asked, very obviously reluctant to depart. The aristocrat chuckled, but stepped closer to him. Harry got to his toes to reach his mate better, even though it did not make much of a difference. Their lips met again, and Harry lost himself in Lucius' warm embrace. They kissed for a long moment, but finally there really was no delaying the unavoidable any longer.
Taking the powder, he tossed it into the flames and shouted, "Number 12 Grimmauld Place!" before stepping into the flames with one last backwards glance. The last thing he saw before the flames took him away was Lucius softly smiling at him; lovingly, he thought. That thought shocked him for a fraction of a second. Could Lucius Malfoy already be in love with him? But then again, it was only logical that they would reach that point in their relationship, they were blood mates after all.
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HP
Harry was spat out by the fireplace in the living room of Grimmauld Place, and noticed instantly that his second arrival was even more chaotic than his first.
Sirius was talking franticly to Remus, shaking his werewolf friend by the shoulders. Arthur sat in a corner beside a small and shaky table, hastily writing a note. Through the door he could see Molly sitting in front of the fireplace in the library, whilst Charlie was just pulling on his cloak, as if he was about to leave, a worried look in his brown eyes. Snape was there as well with a facial expression that told everyone how useless he thought whatever he was supposed to do was.
Only Ron and Hermione, along with Nagini next to them, sat calmly and quietly chatting on the sofa, looking slightly annoyed.
Hermione looked up when he was just getting to his feet after his rough landing, and a smile stretched across her face.
"I told you that he was probably only visiting his mate and would be back soon," She said loudly and the chaos in the room instantly came to a halt.
Ron gave him a lopsided grin, as if congratulating Harry on his snogging session, but everybody else didn't respond as generously.
Harry backed a step away as Sirius' worried face transformed into a mask of anger. Maybe he should have told somebody after all before he left.
"Harry! Where have you been?" the man bellowed and Harry flinched at the loud sound. He had never liked shouting people, but being a submissive now it was nearly impossible to suppress the urge to just turn around and run away or hide.
Snape, who must have seen his reaction, drew attention away from him:
"Don't blame your godson, stupid mutt! Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley as well as I told you where Potter had probably disappeared to. It was your decision to make a fuss."
"We couldn't have been sure. And some Death Eater could have caught him on his way there!" Sirius protested, now glaring daggers at Snape.
"What did you expect Black? Mates have to see each other regularly, even before their mating, and Potter has not seen his for nearly a week. It was only to be expected that he would break soon and run off."
"Still," Sirius snapped, turning back to Harry. "You should have at least told us where you were going. We were worried."
Harry felt a pang of guilt, but stood his ground and glared back despite all of his instincts telling him to get the hell out of the situation and back to his dominant: "Would you have let me leave?"
His godfather opened his mouth in affirmation, but Remus placed a hand on his shoulder and cut him off. "You wouldn't have Padfoot, be honest."
Sirius now glared at his best friend.
"As a werewolf, I can understand the need to be close to one's mate, even if you are not yet mated."
Harry looked from Remus to Sirius and back to Remus and suddenly it hit him. Sirius was Remus' mate, he was sure of it, but the man was obviously not brave enough to do anything about the issue. Closing his eyes and taking a sniff in Remus’ direction, he had hoped that his instincts would tell him something, and they did.
Harry didn't know how he was able to determine things like this, but it was clear to him that Remus was the submissive. Being a submissive himself, he knew how impossible it would have been for Remus to make the first move. A submissive must be courted, or whatever the werewolf rituals were, but they were never able to take the first step.
Sirius seemed to have caught on to something as well, but to Harry's utter horror he said:
"Why haven't you told me? You should have introduced your mate to me! We are best friends!" Harry could see the hurt and pain in both of his guardians' eyes. They were both obviously in love with each other, but now Remus thought that Sirius wasn't interested in him and Sirius thought that Remus had someone else; leaving him without a chance.
"Merlin's ruffled beard! You are so stupid, Sirius!" Harry exploded, and took the moment of surprise to get out of the living room and stamp up the stairs; Ron, Hermione and Nagini hot on his heels.
"Wait, Harry! We are not finished yet!" Sirius shouted behind him, but he ignored his thick-headed godfather.
Up in his room he flung himself onto his bed, silently seething. Why did a perfect day have to be ruined like this? Sure, it was mostly his fault, but still...
The door opened and his friends came in.
"Oh Harry," Hermione sighed. "They really are thick headed."
"Yeah, they are," Harry grumbled; his face buried in his pillow.
"I don't get it. What just happened downstairs?" Ron asked, sounding irritated. The silence that followed told Harry that Hermione was currently giving Ron her ‘are you really so stupid’ look.
Sitting up again, he explained: "Sirius is Remus' mate."
"What?" Ron sounded incredulous. "But why aren't they a couple then?"
Hermione chewed on her upper lip, obviously having an idea, but not being sure if she was right. Creatures and their mates were not her area of expertise.
"Remus is the submissive and as a...creature myself," Harry cleared his throat, he had nearly said: as a submissive. "...I know that it is impossible for him to make the first move."
Ron frowned; the concept was clearly far from logical to him. How his friend could know so much about creatures on the one topic, and so little on the others, was a mystery to Harry.
"Why?" Ron asked finally.
"I think..." Hermione started hesitantly, giving Harry a look that asked him to interrupt her if she was wrong. "...that submissives need to be courted, as well as protected, even though they are often very strong themselves, at least in comparison to wizards. Their instincts demand it and it probably is a personality trait as well."
"But girls sometimes take the first step as well," Ron argued.
"You forget that magical creatures have very strong instincts. Am I right?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Yeah," Harry said uncomfortably. Some of his instincts were almost animalistic.
"Besides, girls like to be asked out on a date as well. We do ask ourselves if we have to, but we don't like it," Hermione added, huffing.
This seemed to be the day of unsuccessful hints. Harry sighed and let himself fall back onto the mattress.
"That really sounds stupid," Ron huffed.
"Well, we can only hope that Sirius will realize it soon," Hermione shrugged.
Harry decided then that he would help the werewolf if his godfather did not do something soon. It must be torture for Remus to not be recognized by his dominant mate for so long. How long had Remus known already? Harry shuddered at the thought of standing year after year by Lucius' side without being touched once, without being seen as Lucius' mate. It was horrifying to ponder.
Suddenly, their bedroom door burst open, and said godfather rushed in. He still looked furious, and Harry's eyes darted over to Nagini who lay in front of Ron's bed. He wanted his mate, he needed his protective presence. Shoving his fingers under his blanket, Harry tried to hide their shaking. Nagini slithered up to him and hissed threateningly, and even Hermione came over, sitting down next to him, calming him just a bit.
"I said, we are not finished yet," Sirius repeated his words from earlier, but sighed then and rubbed his eyes.
"Harry, I really was worried sick about you," Sirius said in a much calmer voice.
"I know," Harry mumbled; the guilt was still there, but he also knew that he had needed Lucius, and so he would not apologize.
"At least tell me who your mate is so that I know where you are the next time," Sirius asked and sat down on Hermione's bed.
"No," Harry replied softly, knowing that his answer was the wrong one for Sirius.
Sirius frowned, but he did not blow up again.
"Harry, if there wasn't a mad man after you, I would leave you alone, but sadly you are in constant danger. I know I come off as laid-back, but even I am not that careless."
Harry wished that he could tell Sirius, but the argument that would occur if he told Sirius about Lucius would be even worse than this one.
Sirius sighed when he realized that he would not get an answer.
"Fine. Then at least tell us next time," Sirius gave in and stood up again.
"I will," Harry promised, thinking that he would not need to go and visit his mate after this evening anymore.
Nodding, his godfather got up and left the room.
Hermione looked as if she wanted to say more about the matter, or probably about Harry's mysterious mate, but shut her mouth with a glance at Ron.
"What a mess," Ron sighed, lying down on his bed as well. The redhead picked up the Quidditch magazine that was next to his bed and started reading.
Harry was thankful for the silence right now. His arrival had been a nightmare and he still had to think about what he would say to Dumbledore later, and how he would reach Dumbledore. The last point was probably easiest; Grimmauld Place was connected to the Floo Network of Hogwarts, but that left him with the issue of how to formulate his demands. Should he do it like the Gryffindor he was as usual? Blunt and straight-forward? Or should he try a more polite approach; after all, he would be dealing with Dumbledore, not only a powerful wizard, but also one that he had considered akin to a grandfather for many years.
Sighing, he realized that no one would buy into his subtle attempt and that he would most likely not be able to pull it off anyway. So the direct approach it would be.
Was there anything else besides the leadership that he should demand? Thinking about it, he realized that it would be wise to demand his own room as well. Even if Lucius wasn't able to visit him at Hogwarts, he still had other things his roommates in Gryffindor Tower didn't need to know. Like the fact that he did not breathe anymore, and maybe he would want to take his glamours off at least every once in a while.
He would also use the opportunity and tell the headmaster what he thought about his actions. Maybe that was childish, but he needed to get it off of his chest. Realizing that the man he had trusted so deeply had kept so many secrets from him had hurt, and it left him pained and irritated, because he still loved the man in some way. Still, he would not back off. He had promised Lucius, Snape, and himself, that he would end the war, and especially end the useless slaughtering. Besides, he really had no intention of killing anybody, or of being sent into a battlefield practically unprepared, and he had to do something if he wanted to avoid that future.
Going over to the pile of Quidditch magazines, he took the top one and settled down to read as well; he needed something to distract himself with until it was evening and his friends were asleep.
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