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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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Lucius tied the small parcel to Archimedes’ leg and stroked the bird, offering him a small field mouse. “Remember, be good to him. I really like this one, Archimedes. There’s something special about him, I’m just not sure what it is yet. But I intend to find out.”
Archimedes ate the offering, then hooted in agreement.
Lucius nodded. “Give it ten minutes, then deliver that to him. It should come in just as dinner starts, and you’ll be the centre of attention, just as you like.” He said, leaving the Owlery to head for the Great Hall.
*****
Harry had just loaded his plate when Archimedes came through the windows of the Great Hall, carrying a small box. He flew to Harry and perched on his shoulder, holding out the leg the box was tied to.
Harry took the box and opened it. Inside were small red candies, and there was a small note on the inside of the lid: “Two can play at this game, Harry.” It was signed simply “Lucius.”
Harry blinked twice before he took one of the candies and popped it into his mouth. He inhaled sharply as the taste of hot cinnamon exploded across his taste buds. He smiled and turned to look toward the Head Table.
Lucius was staring directly at him, a small smirk on his face and one eyebrow cocked.
Harry smiled at him and reached up to stroke Archimedes. “Thank you.” He said to the bird.
Archimedes nuzzled him, then flew off.
Harry put the box in his pocket. He planned to savour the small candies. In private.
Hermione looked at him inquiringly.
“Tell you later.” Harry said quietly.
She nodded and focused on eating.
*****
“So?” Hermione whispered as they sat in front of the fire, doing their homework. “What was that delivery about? Spill.”
Harry smiled. “Well, when Draco and I were shopping, he took me to Honeydukes and tried a bunch of candies until he found one that he claimed tasted like I smell to other Faurae, and he had me buy a bag of them for Lucius.” He explained.
Hermione nodded.
Harry grinned. “I never told you what he smells like, but here.” He opened the box and offered her one of the candies. “This is exactly how he smells.” He said as Hermione popped the candy into her mouth.
“Oh! Yum!”
Harry grinned. “Yes, I think so, too.” He agreed. He showed her the note written on the inside of the box.
Hermione snorted. “He’s either teasing you, flirting with you, or both at once.” She deduced.
Harry nodded, slipping the box back into his pocket. “I guessed that much myself. I kind of like it.” He admitted.
“I would, too. He’s definitely into you.” Hermione said, turning her attention to her work. “Now, what do you say we get some actual work done instead of gossiping like old ladies?” She teased.
Harry grinned. “Fine.” He agreed, reaching into his pocket for another candy as he flipped idly through his defence book.
*****
Lucius woke and sighed heavily. Again, he’d dreamt of Harry, and again, in his dream, he’d told the teen that he loved him. How was he even supposed to know when he was falling in love, provided it did someday happen? He had no experience with romantic love!
He decided that he’d talk to Trystan about it. The man had a mating mark on his neck, he had to have some experience with love and romance.
Lucius knew romance, he knew how to woo someone, but he was woefully ignorant when it came to identifying the feelings that usually accompanied the actions. And if he had to ask someone else about them, so what? Trystan wasn’t the type to gossip. The man hardly even seemed fond of talking at all.
Lucius knew he could trust him.
*****
“You’re tired.” Trystan remarked, watching Lucius calmly.
Lucius took a deep breath, nodding. “A bit. Controlling a mini-cyclone isn’t exactly easy.” He pointed out.
Trystan nodded. “Especially inside, where you have to regulate the force of it.” He added.
Lucius smiled. “Is that why we haven’t left the house today? So I learn control faster?” He asked.
“It’s actually mostly to keep the ambient winds from interfering with what we’re trying to do. Also, I don’t like going outside much.” Trystan shrugged. “I keep to myself a lot.”
Lucius nodded. “I actually had a question to ask you.”
Trystan cocked his head. “Alright.”
Lucius could feel himself flushing. “You’ve been in love with someone, right?” He asked.
Trystan tensed. “I… Yes, both love and… Infatuation.” He said tightly, hands clenching in his lap as he avoided Lucius’ eyes.
Lucius cleared his throat. “How do you know when you’re in love with someone?”
Trystan sighed. “When you love someone, truly love them, they become your everything. They are the highlight of your day, and many of your thoughts always seem to circle back to that person. When you receive good news, they’re the first person you want to share it with. You may find yourself displaying your love in public much more than you used to, simply because you can. You become a fan of everything about them—even their imperfections. Their needs become more important than your own—and that’s the biggest way to tell love from infatuation. Love is truly selfless. Infatuation is smothering and stifling. True love is unconditional, and without limits.” Trystan finished, sounding wistful.
Lucius took all this in and nodded. “I see. Thank you for explaining it. That clears up a few things.” He said.
Trystan’s face became pained. “Don’t do anything you can’t take back unless you’re sure it’s what you want.” He said urgently. “No one should ever act rashly when the choice is important.” He fingered the bite mark on his neck.
Lucius’ eyes widened. “Do you mean..?” He couldn’t finish the sentence, the words sticking in his throat.
Trystan sighed, standing and walking over to the window. “I was young, and foolish, and neither of us were thinking clearly at the time. And now, we have a partial bond that needs to be satisfied every week. Every time Keith touches me, I feel like I’m cheating on the one I really love, but she’s not here, and even if she was, Arianna knows my past. She understands about the partial bond, and she’s accepted it as part of me.” He hung his head. “She’s almost of age now, and she said she’d be coming here when she was old enough to leave her village for good.”
Lucius hummed. “Why does the thought cause you pain, rather than comfort?” He asked.
Trystan turned back around to face him, leaning back against the wall. “She deserves someone better than me. Better than a used-up, half-bonded shell of a man. But I… I truly love her, and she feels the same. She’s never met Keith, we met when I accompanied Matriona to her village. She’s wonderful, though, and I know she’ll win the hearts of everyone here. Keith has made plenty of enemies, and he refuses to take a real mate.” Trystan shrugged. “I suppose that can’t be helped. The bond on his side feels like the real thing, for all that it isn’t reciprocated.”
“I’m sorry for bringing up bad memories.” Lucius said quietly.
Trystan smiled thinly. “It’s fine. The pain isn’t as acute as it used to be. And thinking of Arianna makes it better. I have something good to look forward to.”
“What does she look like? Your Arianna?”
Trystan’s smile warmed. “She’s beautiful. Her hair is red, bright red like a rose, and her eyes are the deepest violet I’ve ever seen, they look almost black until you see her in the sunlight. She’s tiny, my hands can almost wrap around her waist, but she’s strong. She’s mostly muscle, and her wings are gorgeous—“
“Wings?” Lucius asked, surprised.
“Oh, yes. She’s a Fae. A beautiful, strong and independent Fae. She lives in the Fae capital, the same village the royals hail from. Her father is the advisor to the Queen, and her family live in the palace with them. She’s remarkably well-educated, too.” Trystan laughed. “She’ll keep me on my toes, that’s for sure.”
Lucius smiled. “I’m happy for you.”
Trystan walked over and patted his shoulder. “Remember, don’t do anything you can’t take back without careful consideration. I can hear your friends coming this way.” He commented, looking toward the door just as there was a knock.
A breeze swept through the room, opening the door.
Harry poked his head in. “Ready to go?” He asked happily.
Lucius nodded. “Yes, I’m ready.” He said, getting up and nodding toward Trystan. “Thank you.”
Trystan nodded back, waving.
Lucius walked up to Harry and took his hand. “Let’s head back.” He said, and the group headed for the portal.
*****
Lucius finished listing the flowers he needed on the parchment and sealed it with wax. He held it in his hand, trying to decide whether or not he wanted to send it yet.
They had only gone on one date, so he had three more before the bouquet needed to be sent, but he could have it sent now if he wanted. His feelings for Harry were very tentative and unsure at the moment, but they could very well remain so until well after their fourth date.
However, if they were to change over the course of their dating, the flowers he’d want to send would likely be different, to reflect his altered feelings toward the teen.
He sighed, letting his eyes close as he rubbed his forehead, debating what he should do.
So far, the bouquet he’d put together was one that would send the message that they were friends, and Lucius hoped that those feelings could deepen in time. He’d added in a few aphrodisiacs as a tease, but as it was unlikely Harry knew the language of flowers, they’d probably go unnoticed, unless he asked his friend Miss Granger to tell him what the bouquet said. She’d find out easily exactly what message the flowers sent.
Lucius slid the parchment into his desk drawer.
He’d wait before sending it off. Just a little while longer.
*****
“A word, if you please, Mr. Potter.” Lucius’ voice rang out as the students packed up.
There were whispers exchanged at that, and several of his year-mates glanced at Harry as they left the room. Except for Draco, who shot him a knowing smirk.
Harry flushed and remained seated, packing his things up as the last few students filtered out of the room.
Lucius walked up to his desk and leaned his hip against the top, arms crossed over his chest. “I noticed you sneaking those candies when you thought I wasn’t looking, Harry.” He remarked evenly. “They seemed to help your concentration. I wonder why?”
Harry flushed further. “They help in this class. In every other, though, they only serve as a distraction.” He admitted.
Lucius’ smirk was apparent now. “Do they?”
Harry stood up and met Lucius’ eyes boldly. “Oh, they do. Every time the flavour hits my tongue, I can’t stop thinking about the man who sent them to me. He’s either a massive flirt, or an incredible tease.” He said in amusement.
Lucius chuckled. “Guilty, on both counts, I’m afraid.” He confirmed, uncrossing his arms and trailing his fingers over Harry’s arm. “But I think you don’t mind as much as you should.”
“Should I mind? I think you rather like the fact that I don’t. In fact, I think that you like how much the thought intrigues me rather a lot.” Harry challenged. “Lucius.” He added in a saucy tone.
“My, aren’t we the brazen one today?” Lucius replied, his tone approving. “Mind your tongue with the other Professors, I don’t think they’d appreciate your forwardness as much as I do.” He teased.
Harry leaned forward, inhaling Lucius’ scent. “None of the other Professors have earned my forwardness. They aren’t my Suitor.” He pointed out, then licked his lips. “And you might want to take another dampening potion. You smell entirely too delicious.” He added. “May I be excused?”
Lucius brushed his fingers over the curve of Harry’s jaw, and the teen leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “You may go, Harry. I’ll see you after dinner.” He promised.
Harry smiled at him. “See you then.” He said, then left the room.
Lucius watched him go. ‘That boy has learned how to flirt in an incredibly short time. Either he’s practicing with someone, or he’s an avid learner once given the right incentive.’ He thought. He pursed his lips. ‘I could use that kind of mentality when it comes to Occlumency. But how would I draw it out of him?’
*****
Hermione was waiting outside the door for Harry. “Come on, we’ll be late for History of Magic! You’re going to tell me every word that was exchanged between you just now, I hope you know that!” She hissed in his ear as they sped toward their next class, managing to get there just as the bell rang.
Since the only spots open were in the front, they couldn’t exactly get away with a whispered conversation.
Hermione, however, had a solution. She pulled out a piece of parchment, and Harry thought she was going to take notes. Instead of doing so, she wrote one word: Spill. She then slid the paper in front of Harry and faced Professor Binns, feigning interest in what he was saying, while Harry furiously wrote down the conversation he’d just had with Lucius, word-for-word.
When Harry finished, he slid the paper over to Hermione, who read through it, her grin growing with every line she read.
When she was done reading, she wrote down: Brilliant! See, I knew you could flirt! You just needed to gather up your Gryffindor courage and go for it. Didn’t it feel good to give as good as you got for once, instead of just blushing and stammering like a schoolgirl?
She passed the paper over to Harry, who choked back a laugh at the last part.
Come on, Hermione, he wrote down, not all schoolgirls blush and stammer. You don’t.
Hermione grinned and rolled her eyes, then wrote down I’m special. Before handing the paper back.
Harry snorted at that. Yeah, it felt good. He admitted on paper. I’m not so sure I’ll be able to do it all the time, though. He’s still pretty intimidating to me. He makes me really nervous sometimes. He bit his lip at how that sounded, then added, But a good nervous, you know?
Butterflies-in-the-tummy kind of nervous? Hermione helpfully asked.
Harry smiled at her gratefully and wrote down: Exactly!
Hermione smiled at him when he handed the paper back. She covered what she was writing as she wrote, then handed the paper back to him.
Silly. That’s what a crush is supposed to feel like!
Harry flushed and refused to write her back.
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