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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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“So, what was up with your man yesterday?” Revyn asked, glancing over toward Trystan’s house, where Lucius and Trystan were standing, a small cyclone between them that Lucius was entirely focused on.

Harry continued working with his dagger, noticing that the work, while still painstaking, was going faster than it had yesterday, though not by much. “Well,” He began, slowly freezing the middle of the blade, “he’s a spy in the ranks of that Dark Lord that’s after me.” He explained. “He feeds us information he gets from the man so that we know his plans. This also means when the Dark Lord calls him, he has to go to him.”

Revyn made a face. “So, you’re basically sleeping with the enemy? Isn’t that dangerous?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “Danger is my middle name, I’m afraid. And we’re not sleeping together.” He licked his lips. “Not yet, at least.” He corrected himself.

Revyn snorted. “But you want to be.”

Harry flushed. “Of course I do!” He said, then rolled his eyes. “Who wouldn’t want to?! But anyway, he’s not dangerous. Not to me. He’d never hurt me.”

“Let me guess, he gets all soft and tender with you?” Revyn asked.

Harry’s blush didn’t abate in the least. “Kind of. He hasn’t used the L-word, and I don’t know if he ever will, but I’m already a little bit in love with him, so I hope that he’ll start to feel the same, in time. He’s told me that if he starts to fall for me, he’ll let it happen.”

Revyn frowned. “If you don’t love each other, why are you together?”

Harry grinned as the last bit of the blade solidified. “Well, said Dark Lord told him to formally court me and marry me, then when I trust him enough, he’s supposed to deliver me into the Dark Lord’s waiting hands. Hopefully by that time, I’ll be too much of a handful for the Dark Lord to handle.”

“So what’s this Dark Lord’s name?” Revyn asked. “You’ve been avoiding saying it completely.”

“Sorry. Most people fear the name, so I’m used to avoiding it. He’s called Voldemort.” Harry said.

“Voldemort?” Revyn asked, making a face. “Sounds made-up to me.”

Harry laughed. “It is, I think. Anyway, he wants me dead since there’s a prophecy that says I’ll be the only one capable of killing him. That’s what we’ve been training for. All the work I’m putting into this? It’s all for the sake of killing myself a Dark Lord.”

Revyn shook his head. “Don’t let that be the be-all-end-all of your life. Work with the Water because you like to, don’t do it because it’s an extra weapon to use. You’ve been given a gift, appreciate it as such. Water is all about life and creation, though it can be used to kill, as well. Don’t focus too much on making it a weapon, just enjoy learning the limits of what it can and cannot do.” He suggested.

The hilt of the dagger was about halfway frozen now. Harry grinned. “I’m enjoying it, don’t worry. And I promise I’ll still work with it once Voldemort’s dead, but I’m ready to just be done with the whole thing already. Since I learned about the Wizarding World, he’s been this weight hanging over my head, and I just want him gone, already.” He said.

Revyn nodded. “I see. That’s perfectly understandable. You’re doing really well. Most people don’t fully form their dagger on the second try. You’re just about there.” He said evenly.

Harry grinned. “I have good inspiration to get this part accomplished.” He said.

A breeze blew by Harry and Revyn. Revyn looked past Harry to where the breeze had originated from and smiled. “Just keep working on that; I’ll be right back.” He told Harry, then jogged by him.

Harry ignored his curiosity and continued focusing on the dagger. Just as he finished freezing it, Revyn came back, holding two brown roots.

“Good work! Here, Nathaniel got us both some raw Hircut root. It tastes better raw, but too much of it will give you a stomach ache, so it’s usually served cooked.” Revyn said, handing the smaller root to Harry.

Harry tried the root. It was sweet, but had a hint of spice to it. “Mm, that’s pretty good.” Harry decided.

Revyn grinned, chewing on the root. “It is.” He agreed, picking up the dagger Harry’d made. “Hm, good work. It’s sturdy, but not too bulky, and you even made it sharp enough to really cut. Not many students remember to make it serviceable on the first try. I’m impressed.”

Harry shrugged. “Well, I need to be more focused on making a useable weapon, all things considered.”

“True. Ah, and when you see the one that’s training with Hadrian, don’t tell him I shared Hircut with you, alright?” Revyn asked. “Strictly speaking, we’re not supposed to share it with non-Elves, as we don’t produce much of it and there’s a high demand, but I like you.” He said lightly.

Harry finished his portion and chuckled. “It’ll be our and Nathan’s secret, then.”

Revyn beamed and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You’re a doll!” He chirped.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past Harry, forcing Revyn back a few feet.

Harry turned to see Lucius striding toward them, glowering at Revyn. “Mine!” He growled, stepping up to Harry and wrapping an arm tightly around his waist.

Revyn gulped. “Oops. Sorry. I tend to get a little carried away, but honestly, I’m a sub! What do you think I’m going to do with him?! Really.” He added, rolling his eyes.

Lucius took a deep breath and let it out slowly, eyes narrowed and trained on Revyn. “Don’t kiss him again.” He said firmly.

“Fine.” Revyn shrugged. “I didn’t mean anything by it.” He rolled his eyes again. “A man can’t even flirt without being growled at nowadays. What’s the world coming to?!”

“You really shouldn’t be flirting with a sub that’s already been verbally claimed, sub or not, Rev.” Trystan said, coming up to stand next to Lucius. “He’s not going to try it again, at least not today, and I’ll have his mate talk to him after you’ve left. Come on, we were close to a breakthrough, let’s get back to work.” He coaxed Lucius, who shot one last glare at Revyn, then left with him.

Harry smiled at Revyn and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. He’s a tad possessive.”

Revyn huffed. “Must be the Fae in you guys. In Elves, it’s the subs that defend their territory, mates included. The dominants don’t really get very possessive, in all honesty.” He admitted.

Harry chuckled. “Well, Faurae seem to operate differently, I guess.”

“I suppose so. Well, anyway, back to work.” Revyn grinned. “Now I’ll teach you how to make ice that won’t melt.”

*****

“I don’t like that Revyn.” Lucius grumped as they headed back toward the castle.

“He’s harmless, really.” Harry said evenly. “Don’t get so worked up over it.”

Lucius stared at him for a few moments, then frowned. “He kissed you.” He pointed out needlessly.

Harry rolled his eyes. “On the cheek.” He shot back. “And it’s not like he meant anything by it. For God’s sake, the man’s a sub, plus he’s already mated. He’s hardly going to try and steal me away from you. Not that he could. Even if I wasn’t interested in you, I’m certainly not interested in him.” He finished.

Lucius growled. “Knowing that does little to appease my inner Faurae.” He said lowly, taking Harry’s hand as Draco and Severus separated from them, heading down to the dungeons.

Harry sighed. “What can I do to fix this?” He asked.

Lucius licked his lips as hundreds of options were thought up and discarded in rapid succession. “I want to mark you.” He finally decided on.

“You want to… What?!” Harry asked. “But I thought… What if I’m not ready to take a step like that? That’s rather permanent, isn’t it?”

Lucius chuckled and shook his head. “Not that kind of mark. Neither of us are ready to make a decision like that just yet. I mean a temporary mark.”

Harry blinked. “You want to give me a hickey? To warn off Revyn?”

“Among others.” Lucius replied.

Harry sighed. “Let’s go to your room for this, then.” He said.

Lucius smiled. “You’re going to let me?” He asked.

Harry chuckled. “Probably not one of my brightest ideas, but yes.” He told the man.

Lucius hummed happily in anticipation. “Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

Harry spent the rest of the walk to Lucius’ rooms debating whether this was really a good idea. Yes, he liked the feeling he’d gotten from wearing Lucius’ blatant claim with the courting gloves, and he supposed this would be more of the same, but was he really ready to wear such a claim for as long as it would be on him, clearly visible? He bit his lip. If he decided he didn’t want it later, he could always cast a glamour on it, so really, what was the harm?

Lucius led harry into his rooms and shut the door, then pressed Harry against the door. “If we weren’t under the constrictions of a formal courtship, I’d be kissing you stupid right now.” He growled, gripping Harry’s hips.

Harry licked his lips. “But we are.” He whispered.

Lucius lowered his mouth to Harry’s neck, kissing the skin there, flicking his tongue out every so often to taste the skin. He bit down gently, where neck met shoulder and breathed against Harry’s skin, “I’m going to leave a mark here. It that alright with you?”

Harry’s hands came up to grip Lucius’ shoulders and he nodded. “Yes.” He breathed.

Lucius opened his mouth and closed it over the skin, sucking gently.

Harry gasped and clung to him. It felt amazing, and whether that was because it was similar to getting a mating mark or because it was Lucius that was doing it was irrelevant. Harry just wanted more. He whimpered, and his knees gave out.

Lucius wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, holding him up, cradled against his chest as his teeth closed gently over the flesh he was suckling on. He increased the suction a bit, growling low in his throat as he imagined marking the teen in his arms as his own forever.

He froze as the realization that he was very nearly doing just that crashed over him. He pulled his mouth away gently, licking over the deep red mark before admiring it. “That should keep his lips away from you.” He murmured, brushing his lips over the mark, noting the faint indents surrounding it. They’d fade within hours, but still, he’d come very close to marking Harry.

Harry took a shuddering breath. “Um…” He flushed and steadied himself, shifting as he got his legs back under his control. “Wow. That was… Intense.”

Lucius smirked. “It certainly was.” He traced the flush staining Harry’s cheek with his thumb. “Have I mentioned how delightful I find your tendency to blush, Harry?”

Harry flushed further. “You have now.” He said softly. “Are we done here? I think I need to get to bed.”

“Of course. I’ll escort you to Gryffindor Tower.” Lucius said evenly, holding out his arm for Harry to take as he opened the door.

Harry smiled and took the arm, still feeling the man’s lips and teeth against the soft skin of his neck.

*****

Harry woke and stretched. He rolled out of bed and walked to his trunk to get his clothes.

He was looking for a tie when he heard Ron get up.

Ron’s voice broke through his concentration. “Bloody hell, Harry! Where’d you get that?!”

Harry whipped around to see Ron staring at him through a gap in his hangings. His hand came up to cover his hickey. “Right. Ron, Nev, family meeting.” He announced, beckoning them toward his bed.

Ron and Neville climbed onto his bed, sitting cross-legged at one end while Harry took the other. He drew the hangings closed and cast a silencing charm on them. “Alright, Ron, don’t freak out. See, there’s this Elf, the one who’s been training me to use Water, and he’s been flirting with me. Lucius doesn’t like it, so he did this,” he gestured to his neck, “to warn him off. It’s not a permanent mark, so it’s nothing life-altering, and I don’t think it’s against the rules…” He glanced at Neville, who had been silent up until that point, just taking it in. “Is it?” He asked.

Neville shook his head. “As long as he didn’t kiss your lips, you’re still good.” He told Harry.

Harry flushed. “Um, nope, just my neck.”

Neville grinned. “Harry, that’s a bit more than a kiss.” He said, then chuckled as Harry’s face flamed.

“Er, well, yeah, but you know what I mean!” Harry stammered.

“Ginny’s going to have a fit when she sees that.” Neville pointed out.

Ron snorted. “Hermione’s going to have your bollocks on a platter.” He added.

Harry sighed. “I suppose so. There’s really no avoiding them, though, so I’ll just have to deal with it.” He said heavily.

Ron shook his head. “Well, I guess I can live with it. Let’s just take our showers and get down to the girls.” He said.

Harry and Neville agreed, and they all gathered their clothes and toiletries and headed into the showers.

Once they were out and dried, Harry had been properly teased by Dean and Seamus, who’d noticed the mark and made jokes about his ‘wedded bliss’ until Neville had reminded them that a formal courtship was not something to mock. Rather the opposite, it was very strict and proper, and if Harry and Lucius were already that close, things looked very good for their future, indeed.

Dean and Seamus had calmed down after that, agreeing that Harry and Lucius would probably make a good couple, after all. Seamus seemed the most surprised at the idea, but he warmed up to it quickly, asking how many kids Harry thought they’d have.

Harry blushed at that. “I’ve no idea.” He said honestly.

The boys all went downstairs in a group, and Ginny’s eyes lit up when she saw Neville, then her eyes landed on Harry and nearly bugged out of her head.

“Oh, Merlin, Harry!” She ran over and examined the mark up close. “When did he do that? Was it last night? How did it feel? Did you like it? I bet you did! Did he leave any other marks?” She asked in a rush.

Harry flushed. “He did it last night, and no, that’s the only one. I’ll explain it at breakfast.” He muttered.

Hermione was staring at the mark, arms crossed over her chest. “Harry James Potter, I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules.” She stated.

Neville shook his head. “It’s not.” He answered.

“It is against the spirit of the rules, if not the words of it.” She said sternly.

“Can we just go to breakfast?” Harry asked. “I’ll talk to you all once we get there, but I’m hungry.” He said.

Hermione pursed her lips. “This isn’t over.” She said, then led the way to the portrait hole.

The rest of the group followed her.

When they sat down, Hermione was the one to cast the muffliato, and glared at Harry. “Explain.” She said firmly.

Harry sighed. “The Elf that’s teaching me to work with Water is a flirt. He keeps flirting with me, and last night he kissed me on the cheek. Lucius decided to do this to warn him off.” Harry said, gesturing to his neck. “He wants him to leave me alone, and this was the only way he could think of to get him to do so.”

“Ooh, a rival for Harry’s affections! I’m liking this more and more!” Ginny said happily, leaning forward.

Harry rolled his eyes. “He’s not a rival, Ginny. He’s a sub, and he’s mated!” He told her.

Ginny deflated. “Oh. Well, that’s no fun.” She declared.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Well, you’re going to cover that before class, right?” She asked archly.

Harry gaped at her. “No, Hermione, I’m not!” He snapped.

Hermione’s eyes widened. “You’re really going to—“

“Bear his mark proudly while I have it?” Harry interrupted. “Why, yes, Hermione, that’s exactly what I’m going to do! I want him to know that I’m not ashamed of what’s growing between us, that I’m proud to be his, and even prouder that he’s willing to stake his claim on me! I want to be his, Hermione, now and forever, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to try and cover up the proof that he wants me as his own exclusively. I’m already his, Hermione, and this is who I want to be. Take it or leave it.” He finished.

Hermione blinked at him in shock for a few moments, then sucked in a breath. “Alright, fine.” She said calmly. “I guess… I’m happy for you, then. If you really want him that badly, I’m just going to watch and hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. If you ever feel that he’s pushing you into something you don’t want, or aren’t ready for, you can come to me.” She said. “But for now, I just wish you all the best. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Harry smiled in relief. “Thank you, Hermione. That means a lot to me.”

Hermione glanced up at the Head Table. “I think Professor Prince has noticed the mark, too.” She told Harry.

Harry looked up to see Lucius and Severus having a very vehement conversation behind a muffliato of their own.

His heart sunk. Great, he’d gotten Lucius in trouble with his closest friend.
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