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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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And finally, the date you’ve all been waiting for!
Harry knocked on Lucius’ door, feeling a little uncomfortable in the green silk robe. Hermione had really liked the way it looked on him, though, so he supposed Draco had been right to insist he buy it.
Lucius opened the door, looking more handsome than usual in his deep purple robes. They made his eyes glow like liquid mercury.
“Hello, Harry.” He purred. “Come in.” He opened the door and Harry stepped into his rooms. Lucius closed the door behind him and picked up a card from his desk. “You look wonderful tonight.”
Harry gulped. “So do you.” He said nervously.
“Are you ready to go?” Lucius asked, holding the card out toward Harry.
Harry eyed the card Lucius was holding mistrustfully, his cheeks heating a bit at hearing Lucius call him by his first name. “It’s a Portkey, isn’t it?” He asked.
Lucius inclined his head. “It is. Is this a problem?”
Harry sighed. “I really don’t like Portkeys.”
Lucius’ lips thinned. “Ah. The Triwizard Tournament?” He guessed.
Harry nodded. “That, and the fact that I can’t seem to keep on my feet after using one. You remember the fitting for Draco’s wedding robes, right?” He reminded the man.
Lucius smiled slightly. “Well, the best cure for that is practice, I’m afraid, and as the restaurant I’m taking you to caters only to Purebloods, they do not have another method of travel available. This is the only way in. I can, however, hold you close as we travel, like so,” He wrapped an arm snugly around Harry’s waist, causing the teen to gasp as his cheeks flushed further, “and you will be able to stay on your feet when we land, by using me as a support.” He offered.
Harry nodded. “Alright, we can do that.” He said.
Lucius inclined his head. “Are you ready?” He asked.
“Yeah.” Harry said nervously.
Lucius activated the Portkey, and they were hurtling through space.
They arrived in the receiving room of the restaurant, which was a large room with black marble floors, Harry able to barely keep his feet, thanks to Lucius’ tight grip on his waist.
A waiter appeared in the doorway. “Mr. Malfoy, we are pleased to have you.” He said, bowing. “If you will come with me, your table is free, of course.”
“Your table?” Harry whispered to the man.
Lucius simply smiled. “I’ll explain shortly.” He promised.
The waiter led them to a table, then handed them both menus and Lucius ordered wine, an Elven-made one that would change to whatever vintage best suited the food on the plate it was closest to, and the waiter bowed and hurried away to get the wine.
“This establishment caters only to those pure of blood, and the Malfoys are Pureblood for twenty-eight generations now, counting Draco. Since he is marrying Severus, his children will not be Old Blood, so they will not have a table of their own, and will have to make reservations should they wish to dine here.” Lucius explained.
Harry frowned. “But what about Sn- Er, Prince?” He asked.
Lucius shook his head. “He is a half-blood, and as such, cannot be brought here, even if Draco wanted to bring him. Draco understands the restrictions of pursuing a relationship with him, and wishes to do so anyway.” He said evenly.
Harry visibly bristled. “But that’s awful!” He hissed.
Lucius shrugged. “It is our way of life, Harry. Some doors are open to the Purebloods that are closed to others, no matter how talented they prove to be. For example, your friend Miss Granger will never hold a spot on the Wizengamot, no matter how well-suited for one she is, because her family has not been Wizarding for at least five generations, as is the requirement for members.”
They both fell silent as the waiter appeared and poured their wine, then set the bottle in the bucket of ice next to the table.
Lucius picked up his glass and took a sip. “I’m surprised you haven’t covered these laws in History. What does Binns teach these days?”
Harry flushed. “Well, to be honest, I think Hermione’s the only Gryffindor that pays attention in that class.” He admitted. He frowned. “So, if Prince’s not pure enough to come here, how were you able to bring me?” He asked. “After all, I’m a half-blood, too, aren’t I?”
Lucius smirked. “No.” He answered. “Despite your mother’s muggle parents, you are actually what is called a first-generation Pureblood, meaning that both of your parents are magical. You would not be able to claim the Potter table as your father could have in his lifetime, but you are more than able to make reservations here, provided that the person you are accompanying is also at least Pureblood for one generation as well.”
Harry perked up. “So, I could bring Ginny!” He declared.
Lucius’ eyes narrowed just the tiniest fraction. “You could; however, I was under the impression that you and Miss Weasley were merely friends.” He remarked calmly, taking a measured sip of his wine.
Harry nodded. “We are, but friends can go out with friends.”
Lucius smiled. “Not to a place such as this. This restaurant is known as a place for romantic rendezvous. Lovers and spouses come here to be together. If you were to bring someone here, the press would be all over it.” He told Harry.
Harry flushed. “Aren’t they going to say something about me being here with you, then?” He asked.
Lucius sighed. “Pick out your food so that we can order. We will talk more once you have done that. For now, don’t worry about it.” He advised.
Once they had both ordered, Lucius met Harry’s eyes. “If the press were to comment on our being here together, would that be such a bad thing? It would only serve to prove to the Dark Lord that I am doing his bidding.” He said softly. “I must at least appear to be doing so if I wish to remain alive.”
Harry swallowed, thinking. “Well, I suppose you’re right. They are going to, then?” He asked, resigned.
Lucius smiled thinly. “They will know better than to put me on the front page, at any rate. They learned their lesson on that score long ago. I would assume, however, that we will make the second page. We are both newsworthy.”
Harry sighed. “I suppose it could be worse.” He allowed.
Lucius raised a brow. “Are you ashamed of being with me?” He asked mildly. “Have I done something wrong, perhaps?”
“Nothing like that, no. I just don’t like being in the papers, full stop.” Harry explained.
“Hmm…” Lucius’ attention was diverted from the topic when their food arrived. After a few minutes of eating, he took a sip of his wine and cleared his throat. “Harry.”
Harry met his eyes again. “Yeah?” He asked.
Lucius smiled. “If I told you that I could get your name out of the papers, at least for the duration of your remaining schooling, would you be willing to hold a small Press Conference in Hogwarts to accomplish that goal?” He asked. “This kind of situation is not without precedent, and those that wished for privacy during their school years have had to resort to such means before. A small group of reporters would easily fit within the Great Hall.” He explained.
Harry stopped eating at the thought, then smiled brightly. “If you think that it would get them to leave me alone for a while, yeah, that’d be great!” He said enthusiastically.
Lucius nodded. “I will go to Dumbledore and suggest it. It will be his decision, but as he seems to care deeply for you, I believe he will say yes.” He told the teen. “I will help you to deal with the press once the Conference starts. I have quite a bit of experience with them, and it will be worth it, to see you happy.” He said.
Harry flushed. “Thanks. I’m horrible at dealing with reporters. I always say the wrong thing, and they twist my words every chance they get.”
“They will do that, if you leave room for interpretation, I’ve found.” Lucius agreed. “On another note,” Lucius leaned forward and spoke quietly, “I confess to being curious, and I must ask, though you do not need to answer if it discomfits you, exactly how experienced are you in matters of the flesh?”
Harry’s flush flared even brighter. “I—um—“ He stammered.
Lucius shook his head. “I apologize. That was a rather rude question, seeing as how we hardly know each other.”
“No.” Harry said, finding his tongue. “You do have a right to know, and it’s better if you do. I’ve, er, I’ve kissed a girl. Well, two, but the second one was just to confirm that I didn’t have any feelings for her, and I was right; it was like kissing a sister.” He confessed, remembering the kiss with Ginny. No, he had absolutely no interest in her.
Lucius nodded. “And the first?” He asked, picking up his wine.
Harry smiled wryly. “It was a singularly uncomfortable experience. We never made it very far.” He told the man.
Lucius took a sip of his wine, hiding his smile behind the glass. When he set it down, his features had been schooled back into their usual mask of polite interest. “So, you’ve done nothing past kissing?” He asked.
Harry shook his head. “No, nothing.” He confirmed.
“And if—when—this courtship progresses to its conclusion, will you be willing and able to consummate the marriage?” Lucius asked calmly, mentally rejoicing. He’d hoped, but finding out that Harry truly was a virgin… The thoughts of what he’d get to teach the teen were beyond delicious.
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem, Sir.” Harry answered, flushing again.
Lucius’ brow rose. “I think, given the circumstances, that you are more than entitled to use my name by now, Harry. Let me hear you say it, hm?” He cajoled.
“Lucius.” Harry mumbled, dropping his eyes to his plate.
“Ah, I was right.” Lucius said simply.
“What?” Harry asked, meeting his eyes again.
Lucius smiled. “My name has never sounded as pleasing to me as it does falling from your lips.” He answered.
“Oh.” Harry said, a light dusting of pink still on his cheeks.
Lucius figured he had prodded and teased the boy enough for one night. It was time to turn the conversation to inconsequential things, and let the boy get over his embarrassment. “So, Harry, how are you doing in your classes? You excel in Defence, but how are you holding up in your other subjects?” He asked, and settled back with his wine, content to listen to the boy talking.
*****
“If you are finished eating, would you care to dance with me?” Lucius asked, holding out a hand.
Harry flushed, but nodded. “I’d like that.” He said softly, taking the proffered hand and letting Lucius draw him to his feet. “Keep in mind, I’m not that good at it. I learned how to dance for Draco’s wedding, but I’m by no means an expert.”
Lucius smiled. “I’ll lead you true, have no fear.” He assured Harry, leading him to the dance floor. He pulled Harry close, resting his hand at the small of his back rather than his hip, and leaned close to whisper, “And here we go,” before he began to lead them around the floor.
The song was faster than Harry was used to, but Harry followed Lucius and managed to keep his feet, though he came close to stumbling once, when Lucius’ magic flared, and Harry felt it through their joined hands. His eyes widened a bit, and he looked at their hands, then back to Lucius’ eyes.
Lucius’ smile widened. “Well, I cannot be expected to hold my magic back all night long, can I? I happen to rather like the feeling. Don’t you?”
Harry nodded. “Yes. It’s just that I’ve never…”
“Felt it before? That compatibility?” Lucius supplied helpfully.
“Exactly. It’s still surprising to me, that feeling.” Harry told him.
Lucius smiled. “I have had two lovers in the past that I could boast of this level of magical compatibility with.” He said quietly, leaning in close to Harry.
Harry stiffened. “You do know that when we marry, I won’t stand for that, right?” He asked, still quietly. “You’ll be faithful while you’re with me. I won’t accept infidelity.” He finished firmly.
Lucius’ quiet chuckle reached his ears. “Of course, Harry. Why would I want another while I had you in my bed? Who would want another?” He asked.
Harry relaxed again. “I’m just making sure, that’s all.”
The song ended and Lucius pulled back enough to bow and kiss the back of Harry’s hand before leading him back to the table. “Harry, our marriage, mine and Narcissa’s, was not a love match. We had an arranged marriage, and as such, it was subject to certain provisions. We had a contract drawn up between us before we married that stipulated that she was to provide one male heir, and, if I desired it, one spare, a second male child in case something happened to Draco. I took great pains, however, to assure his safety. I have never cared overmuch for gender, I am drawn more to wit and power, but I am slightly more inclined toward males, to be honest. It was written into that contract that once I had my child or children, we could both seek outside of our marriage for bed partners. Fidelity was only needed while we were trying to conceive, and afterward I turned a blind eye to her infidelity, while she did the same for me. Neither of us begrudged the other our happiness, and we went out together as needed to give the illusion of a happy marriage.” He told the brunet, keeping his voice low so that no one would overhear.
Harry leaned back, thinking things over. After a few minutes of thought, he nodded. “Alright. I can accept that that’s just the way things were for you two. Just know that it will be different with me.” He told the man.
Lucius picked up his wine to hide a smirk. “Oh, it will be different with you. I am very much attracted to you.” He purred, and watched as the most delightful blush consumed the teen’s face as Lucius sipped at his wine.
“Well, that’s good, I suppose.” Harry said, his voice a bit higher-pitched than normal.
Lucius chuckled, setting his glass down again. “I will not ask of you anything you are unwilling to give, I promise you that. Aside from the need to consummate the union between us, you will be able to have as much or as little freedom in our marriage as you want. I will, of course, provide for you while you are mine, but if we are to make this work, we will both need to be open and honest. It may very well be difficult, at first, but I am sure we can handle issues as they arise.”
Harry cleared his throat. “I can certainly promise honesty; I’m a terrible liar anyway, and I’m not one to make a habit of it.”
“I am glad to hear it. No one enjoys being lied to. I may well find it hard to be completely open with you, but I am willing to try my best. If there is ever something you want to know, feel free to ask me. While we are together, since we are to be married, I will keep nothing from you that I am free to divulge.” Lucius told Harry.
“Good. You know, you seem really possessive over me.” Harry mused, taking a small sip of his wine before continuing the thought. “How did you ever keep that reined in enough to let Narcissa have lovers?”
Lucius chuckled. “It’s really quite simple, Harry. The possessiveness is a part of my nature as a dominant Faurae. She never had the proper inheritance to bring it out, since she is not a Faurae as well. You are. Your scent calls to me, and I have already accepted the one who bears that scent as mine, at least for now. That is all it takes for my inner Faurae to see you as my intended mate. We may not stay together in the end, but for now, we belong to each other. Or, more correctly, you belong to me. That is the way my instincts see things.” He told Harry smugly.
Harry felt a small thrill as Lucius claimed ownership of him. He licked his lips. “What if I don’t want to belong to you?” He asked softly, testing the man.
Lucius smiled. “You do. I’m not planning to lock you away from your friends, or constrain you with edicts on where you can or cannot go; quite the opposite, in fact. I intend to open your eyes to a world you’ve never known before, show you a side of the Wizarding World that you will never want to leave. Wouldn’t you like to know what it’s like to be pampered for a while?” He asked, one brow arched. “I can give you that.”
Harry sighed and took another sip of his wine. “Not that that doesn’t sound good, it does, but for me, feelings are more important. I’d give up every bit of wealth I had for just one person that truly loved me.” He said softly, staring into his wineglass.
Lucius’ smile faded. He reached across the table and grabbed Harry’s free hand. “Harry, believe me when I say that I will not quash those feelings within myself if they begin to stir in regards to you. I would happily let myself fall for you, but I have pushed those feelings down for so long that I cannot be sure I can feel them for anyone but my own flesh and blood. If the feelings come, they come, but if not, please just enjoy the time we will have together anyway. We can have a good time with each other without being in love, can’t we?”
Harry gave him a small smile, turning his hand over and linking their fingers together. “Yes, Lucius, I suppose we can.” He agreed. ‘But that won’t stop me from hoping that someday, those feelings do come to you.’ He added mentally.
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