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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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In memory of Alan Rickman…
“Your father’s going to do something stupid.”
Draco peeked out from under the blanket he’d just snuggled into and watched with avid eyes as Severus stripped off his trousers. “What?” He asked, only halfway interested in hearing what Severus had to say. He was far more interested in watching Severus get naked.
“Lucius,” Severus stripped off his boxers and slid into bed beside Draco, “is going to do something unutterably stupid and end up nullifying the magic of the courtship in the process. I just know it. And then the Dark Lord will kill him when the marriage doesn’t take.” He said, then gathered the blond up and kissed him.
Draco moaned, melting into the kiss. “I’m sure there’re plenty of things he can do besides kissing Harry. They’ll be fine, Sev.” He murmured against Severus’ lips. “Mm, kiss me again.”
Severus smirked. “Just kiss? Or…” He purred, sliding down Draco’s body to suckle at a nipple.
“Or works!” Draco agreed, sliding his hands into Severus’ hair to hold the man in place.
Severus chuckled, trailing his tongue across Draco’s chest and taking the other nipple into his mouth. He bit down gently, hearing the blond’s quick intake of breath, and the soft moan that followed it.
Draco pushed the covers down so that he could see Severus better and groaned as the man’s hand snaked down to wrap around his cock. “Merlin, Sev, you have no idea how sexy you look!” He told the man.
Severus nipped at the nipple in his mouth one last time, then slid further down Draco’s body, dipping his tongue into the small well of his navel, watching the muscles of Draco’s abdomen rippling under his mouth in anticipation.
Draco let his head fall back, closing his eyes as the sight of Severus so close to where Draco most wanted him threatened to end things prematurely. “Fuck, stop teasing me!” He choked out, opening his eyes when he heard a soft ‘accio’ being spoken.
Severus caught the vial that sped toward him and locked eyes with Draco, who was looking on in delight.
“Ooh, is that the lube I brewed Sunday?” The blond asked eagerly.
Severus hummed in assent, swirling his tongue around the head of Draco’s cock.
Draco grinned. “I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this.”
“As opposed to all the other times we’ve made love, which you hated so very much.” Severus deadpanned, opening the vial and coating one finger with the liquid.
“More than usual, I meant.” Draco corrected, as the finger teased his entrance.
The lube Severus had chosen to use contained a nerve enhancer that would intensify pleasure for both parties, which was an intriguing thought, but Severus and Draco were both well aware that their stamina would probably not be quite what they were used to under its influence.
Severus finally pushed the finger into Draco, and Draco pushed back against him, taking the finger in as deep as it would go. “More.” He told the man impatiently. “You know I can take more, Sev.”
Severus pulled out the finger to lube it up again, along with another, and pushed them both into Draco.
Draco arched. “Mm, Merlin, yes!” He breathed, eyes barely open as he watched Severus mouth at his prick while he fingered him. Then, the fingers crooked, and Draco’s eyes flew open wide. “Merlin! Oh, fuck, again!” He demanded, burying his fingers in Severus’ hair.
Severus chuckled, adding a third finger and twisting, and Draco cried out as his cock twitched. “Fuck, that’s, unh!”
“Indeed.” Severus said, laughter in his voice. “Tell me more.”
“Seeev…” Draco rolled his hips, riding the fingers buried inside him. “More.” He whispered, then licked his lips. “Get in me.”
Severus’ eyes flared at the demand, and he slid his fingers out of Draco, then slicked his cock. “You’re on top tonight.” He said, lying down beside Draco. “Climb on and ride me, my little Seeker.” He purred.
Draco grinned and straddled him, guiding his lover’s length into himself and pausing to savour the burn and stretch. “Mm, you always feel so good inside me.” He breathed, bracing his hands on Severus’ chest.
Severus licked his lips. “You feel equally as exquisite, Draco. Wings.” He demanded.
Draco let his wings come out and flared them behind him, happy to display for the pleasure of his mate. “You like my wings.” He said happily.
“No, My Brat.” Severus grabbed the back of Draco’s neck and drew him into a fiery kiss that left them both gasping, then whispered into his ear, “I love them.” He gripped Draco’s hips and helped him to move. “They are mine,” He continued, panting, “just as—you are—mine.” He finished, closing his eyes. “Merlin help me, I hope you’re close. We are never using that particular lubricant again.”
Draco chuckled and began moving faster, bouncing on Severus’ cock energetically. “I rather like it, actually. And yes, I’m embarrassingly close.” He agreed. “It’s good for when we need to get to sleep quickly. We should use it every weeknight.” He decided.
Severus growled. “I thought you enjoyed it when I took my time with you, teasing you until you begged for me.”
“Well, I do, but this—“ Draco gasped as Severus’ hand closed over his cock, stroking him, “this is nice, too.”
Severus hummed and grabbed the back of Draco’s neck, pulling him closer and nuzzling at his neck.
Draco realized what he was doing, and closed his eyes as he prepared for what he was sure was going to be an intense orgasm. Severus hadn’t bitten his claiming mark during sex since their first night together, when he’d left the mark.
Draco braced himself for the pleasure and whimpered as Severus found the spot and licked over it. It felt more than he’d been expecting, even that small swipe of tongue.
Severus tightened his hand, stroking Draco more quickly and opened his mouth, resting his teeth over the mark.
Draco’s hips stuttered, and as he cried out in orgasm, Severus bit down, and Draco’s voice rose on a wordless wail of pleasure.
Severus licked up the small trickle of blood oozing from the reopened mark, and smirked as the blond collapsed against him, delirious with pleasure. He held Draco’s hips and thrust up into him, once, twice, thrice and came, groaning as he filled his mate with his seed.
Draco hummed, writhing weakly against him.
Severus turned to the side, arranging Draco face-down on the bed, one wing still thrown over Severus like a blanket. Severus ran a hand through the feathers with a smile. “Good night, My Beautiful Brat.” He said softly, pulling the blanket up to cover their lower bodies. Draco’s wings would keep their upper bodies warm on their own.
Draco mumbled something unintelligible, then nuzzled into the pillow and began lightly snoring.
Severus smiled. He knew that if he told Draco he snored, however endearing Severus found the trait, Draco would flush hotly and deny doing something so undignified, so he kept the knowledge to himself.
He knew, and that was all that mattered to him.
He closed his eyes, tangled his legs with Draco’s, and let himself drift into dreamland.
*****
Harry was nearly falling asleep in his eggs, but he was determined to make it to class today, regardless of how tired he was. He’d spent the night awake, after a vision of Voldemort calling Lucius to ask him about his progress with Harry.
The man had gotten a few rounds of cruciatus for not having taken Harry on their first date yet, but when Harry looked up at the Head Table, he looked as cool and unruffled as ever. And he also looked as though he had gotten a full night’s sleep.
Harry sighed. Lucius deserved better than that, and Harry was more determined than ever to get rid of the evil bastard as soon as he was able. He began eating again, knowing he’d need his strength to get through what would be a difficult morning.
“Harry, what happened last night? You look like you haven’t slept a wink.” Hermione’s concerned voice brought him out of his stupor.
“Vision.” He replied succinctly.
“Ah. What happened?” She asked quietly.
Harry glanced up at the Head Table again. “Professor Malfoy was called. He was tortured for not taking me out yet. Which is mostly my fault, because I didn’t have dress robes, and he gave me time to get some. I feel bad about it. I want to make sure he’s okay, so I need to go to class today.”
Ron looked at Lucius, then looked at Harry. “He looks better than you do.” He said unhelpfully.
Harry glared at him. “I have a feeling that’s just what he wants you to see. He got tortured for me. The least I can do is prove that I care after something like that.” He snapped.
“Alright, geez! Don’t bite my head off over it!” Ron said.
Harry finished his breakfast, then stood up and headed toward the classroom. He got there and waited for a few moments until Draco, Pansy and Blaise showed up. “Friend trouble?” Draco asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall. “What were you arguing about?”
Harry rubbed at his scar. “I saw your dad being tortured last night, in a vision.”
Draco looked surprised. “Do things like that usually happen?” He asked.
Harry shrugged. “I occasionally get visions of what Voldemort’s doing, or I feel it when he gets really happy or angry about something. We have a connection, and I’ve tried to block it with Occlumency, but I’ve never been very good at it.” He explained.
Draco nodded. “I see. Who taught you?”
“Tried to teach me.” Harry corrected. “Snape—Or rather, Prince, I suppose is the proper name now.”
“Professor Prince.” Draco corrected. “Show my husband some respect. But there’s the problem: you don’t respond well to his teaching style at the best of times, and Occlumency needs to be taught by someone you trust.” He said. “You don’t trust him at all, do you?”
Harry shrugged. “Well, no. But he was the only viable option at the time.” He told the blond.
Draco examined his fingernails. “I could teach you. I’m not very good myself, but it’s better than nothing. Or Father could teach you. If you asked him to, I’m sure he would.” He suggested, looking back up at Harry.
Harry considered it. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to ask him. The worst he could do is say no.”
Hermione, Ron and Neville showed up, along with Lucius.
Harry looked at Lucius critically as he took down the Wards on the classroom door and opened it.
His hands weren’t shaking, his voice was calm and controlled, just like always, and he didn’t seem to be feeling any residual aches from the night he’d been through.
Harry was the first one in the classroom once Lucius opened the door. “Sir, could I talk to you after class?” He asked quietly.
Lucius turned around and gifted him with a smile. “Of course, Mr. Potter.” He said.
Harry returned the smile and took his seat.
*****
Harry put his things away as the rest of the class filed out for break. He walked up to Lucius and bit his lip. “I… I saw what happened last night.”
Lucius frowned. “What happened?” His face cleared. “Oh, yes, the Dark Lord did mention that the two of you had a connection. It’s how he led you to the Ministry, is it not?”
Harry nodded. “Yes. And I saw you, last night. Are you okay?” He asked.
Lucius smiled and brought his hand up to cup Harry’s cheek. “Mr. Potter, I have suffered far worse at his hands. The Dark Lord will hardly damage me beyond repair. Despite how long this courtship is being dragged out, I am still his most trusted Death Eater, and he wants you badly enough to wait so long as it looks like I have a chance of succeeding. However, I have no desire to lose my life if he finds out from you that I am a spy for Dumbledore. Hasn’t the Headmaster taught you Occlumency?”
Harry snorted. “He knows too much. He tried to have Prince teach me.”
Lucius frowned. “Severus? He is far too harsh to gain the trust needed for Occlumency training to be effective, except, perhaps, in Draco’s case. He is certainly not the right man to teach you the art.”
“He was what we had to work with.” Harry said pragmatically.
“Could you trust me, if I were to take over in his place?” Lucius asked. “I am, after all, an Occlumens, and I know Legilimency, since to learn one it is recommended that you become familiar with both.”
Harry smiled. “I think you can’t do any worse than Prince did.” He said wryly.
“Don’t let him catch you being disrespectful to him. It’s Professor Prince.” Lucius said gently.
Harry nodded. “Right. Well, I think I’d probably learn a lot better from you than I ever did from him.” He said.
Lucius chuckled. “I would certainly hope so. We’ll start tomorrow, since Fridays are the one day we won’t be meeting with the Elves.” He told Harry.
“Alright, that sounds fine.”
“Now you should go. I have another class starting, and you definitely need to get started on some homework.” Lucius told Harry, guiding him toward the door.
Harry chuckled. “Have you memorized my schedule?” He asked.
Lucius simply smiled. “Go.” He said.
Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m going, I’m going!” He said, leaving the room.
Draco was waiting outside the door. “So?” He asked.
Harry just smiled and shook his head. “Come on, then.” He said, walking away from the classroom.
“Where are we going?” Draco asked, keeping pace with him.
“Room of Requirement.” Harry answered. “I don’t want to have this conversation where anyone else can overhear.”
Draco grinned. “Oh, really? Have some juicy news for me, then?”
Harry shook his head. “Nothing you haven’t already guessed, but I’d rather not confirm your theories where just anyone could come across us.”
Draco nodded. “Good idea.”
They got to the room and went in, sitting on the couch. Harry pulled out his Potions essay and Draco dug into his bag, emerging with his Charms work.
“So?” The blond prompted, searching for his book. “Is he going to teach you?” He asked.
Harry snorted. “Yes, like that was ever in question. On Fridays.” He told Draco.
Draco smirked. “Oh, good. No kissing, remember.” He warned. “But that still leaves a lot you can do.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “We’re not going to do anything but practice Occlumency.” He insisted.
“I don’t know about that.” Draco said lightly. “Father believes in positive reinforcement, after all.”
Harry flushed.
“Well, I can see that you have an idea of what he might use to achieve the results he wants.” Draco said smugly, picking up his quill. “My work here is done.”
Harry sighed heavily. “You’re a real prat sometimes, you know that?” He asked the blond.
“It’s my job. And an inborn talent.” Draco confirmed.

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