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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 was aware of Harry the second he walked into the Great Hall. His eyes zeroed in on the dark red mark on the golden skin of his neck, a small, smug smirk curving his lips. His mark looked good on the teen, and he was pleased that Harry was bearing it proudly, not a hint of shame or embarrassment to be seen.

Unfortunately, he was also aware of Severus’ disapproval as his eyes landed on the boy. A muffliato snapped into place around the two of them, and Severus hissed: “Lucius!”

Lucius raised a brow and turned toward Severus. “Yes?” He asked calmly.

Severus’ eyes narrowed. “Just what, pray tell, is that on Potter’s neck?” He snapped.

Lucius face slipped back into its blank mask. “I do believe it’s called a hickey, Severus.” He answered.

“You know what I mean, Lucius! Why is it there?” Severus pressed.

“That Elf teaching him to work with his affinity keeps flirting with him. Hopefully, Harry bearing a clear mark from me will dissuade him.” Lucius told Severus.

“Lucius, if you don’t keep to the rules—“

“My lips never once touched his, Severus.” Lucius interrupted smoothly. “The rules are being followed.” He finished.

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I do believe I’m getting a headache. Lucius, if you slip, just once, the bonding magic will not take properly—“

“And the Dark Lord will kill me for it. I understand that, Severus. The rules are very clear on what we can and cannot do.” Lucius pointed out. “Just because you didn’t take advantage of the opportunities the courtship leaves open does not mean I cannot.” He said firmly. “This discussion is closed, and I am going to enjoy my remaining breakfast.”

Severus sighed loudly and lifted the spell. “I hope for your sake that this does not come back to haunt you later.” He said.

Lucius smirked. “It won’t, don’t worry.”

*****

Kilton gazed at Harry for a few moments when they met up with him, then his eyes landed on Lucius. “Just bite him and be done with it, why don’t you?” He asked in amusement, then led them through the portal as Harry flushed.

Harry walked over to Revyn and glared at the man.

Revyn blinked at him. “Why are you so mad at me today?” He asked.

“This,” Harry gestured to his neck, “is your fault. Lucius decided that this was the only way to warn you off.” He told the Elf.

“Ah.” Revyn smiled. “Sorry about that.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll just bet you are. Anyway, what are we doing today?”

Revyn grinned and shouted: “Alright, Nathaniel, bring it over!”

Harry turned to see Nathan dragging a life-sized dummy over.

“You’re going to kill it.” Revyn told him. “With ice blades.” He added.

“I had already assumed as much, thanks.” Harry told him drolly. He set to work getting small bubbles of water out of the pond and shaping them into serviceable blades.

“Nice mark.” Nathan commented, seeing the hickey on Harry’s neck. “What’s the occasion?” He asked.

Harry sighed. “Lucius didn’t like Revyn laying lips on his sub, so he gave me this.” He said, showing off the mark. “While I like it, he’s already gotten snarked at by the Snarkmaster himself, so I hope he doesn’t have to do this again any time soon.”

Revyn looked chagrined at that. “Yeah, Trystan had a talk with Nathaniel, and then Nathaniel had… Ah, words with me. It won’t happen again. And I’m sorry for any trouble I may have caused.” He said.

Harry shrugged. “Well, it’s not like I can’t just cover this with a glamour if I want to, so it’s fine.”

Revyn’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Friendly word of advice: don’t. If he’s like any Elf, covering his mark will drive him to be insanely jealous and possessive over you. You don’t want that. Wear it proudly, and he’ll not be so overbearing.”

Harry groaned. “Really?” He asked.

“It’s all instinct. If our mate is ashamed of us, they must be cheating. Or looking to. The only ones who can go around with a covered-up mark are those that have a full bond that has matured to the point where thoughts can come through freely. They usually have enough trust built up to overcome the jealousy.” Revyn told him.

“Well, how long does that take?” Harry asked.

“Years.” Nathan answered. “Or an act of God.”

Harry groaned again. “So it probably won’t take me and him that long, but I’ll end up wishing it had. Great.”

“Anyway, time to get to work! Aim at the dummy, and please don’t hit my erstwhile mate while he gets the hell out of the way!” Revyn hissed at Nathan, who grinned and moved away from the dummy.

*****

“I noticed that the Elf didn’t kiss you again today.” Lucius commented as they headed toward Gryffindor Tower.

Harry flushed. “Uh, yeah. He also apologized for doing it before. He promises it won’t happen again.” He told Lucius.

Lucius smiled. “Good. I don’t want anyone else’s lips on you, even if I can’t have mine on you yet. For right now, you’re mine, and I will guard you jealously, if I must.” He said firmly.

“You really don’t have to. I’m not interested in anyone else.” Harry said, his face bright red.

“Others may be interested in you, though. You are a very attractive young man, you know.” Lucius pointed out.

Harry laughed. “Really? I’m skinny and awkward, and I have horrible hair—“

Lucius pushed Harry up against the wall and leaned in to breathe in his scent. “You’re lithe, not skinny. And I, for one, find your awkwardness endearing. As for your hair, it may be messy,” Lucius buried a hand in it and massaged Harry’s scalp for a moment, “but it is wonderfully soft and thick. Neither of those is a bad thing.” He said.

Harry closed his eyes and hummed in pleasure.

Lucius removed his hand and cupped Harry’s face. “I’ve decided I’m going to take you out again on Saturday. I want this silly no-kissing rule out of the way as soon as possible.” He said lightly.

Harry opened his eyes. “Okay.” He said in a slightly dazed voice.

Lucius smiled and ran his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip. “Let’s get you back to Gryffindor Tower before I forget about the courtship and damn us both.” He muttered, stepping away from Harry and offering his arm.

Harry took it and they continued on.

*****

Harry opened his eyes and smiled. While sleeping, he’d had a brainwave: if he turned into a gun during his Occlumency lesson, that should be powerful enough to punch a hole in Lucius’ mental defences, and it would probably be unfamiliar enough that Lucius wouldn’t know how to combat it. It would be enough to get him into the man’s mind, levelling the playing field a bit.

He slipped out of bed and headed into the showers, looking at himself as he passed the mirror, admiring the mark on his neck. It was starting to fade around the edges, but it was still bright and vibrant, standing out against his skin. He ran his fingers over it, smiling.

He tore himself away from the mirror and walked into a shower stall, turning on the water and beginning to wash.

After he was clean he got out and dressed, trying in vain to flatten his hair.

It refused to be subdued, however, and he left the bathroom with a sigh.

Ron and Neville were already up and pulling their uniforms out of their trunks, yawning.

“I’ll be waiting downstairs.” He told them, then headed down the stairs.

Ginny and Hermione were already waiting.

“So, how did last night go?” Ginny asked with a smirk.

Harry flushed. “I’ll tell you at breakfast.” He told her. There were enough people milling around by that point that he didn’t feel it was a good idea to talk freely.

Ginny glanced around, then nodded. “Good idea.” She agreed.

The three of them chatted about class work while they waited for Ron and Neville to come down, then they headed to breakfast.

Once they were seated, Harry cast a muffliato and grinned. “Well, the hickey idea was a resounding success!” He declared happily.

Ginny giggled. “I’ll bet Lucius was happy.”

“He did seem to be in slightly better spirits afterward.” Harry confirmed.

The post came in, and Harry blinked in surprise as Archimedes landed on his shoulder. He took the letter from the owl and opened it.

The note was short and simple:

“I like the look of my mark on your skin.”

It wasn’t signed, but it was blatantly obvious to anyone who it was from.

Harry flushed hotly and glanced toward Lucius, who smirked at him and raised his glass in a silent toast.

Ginny was already out of her seat, trying to snatch the parchment from Harry’s hands. “Ooh, what’s that say?!” She asked eagerly.

Harry glared at her as she plucked it from his fingers and read it.

She smirked and handed it back with a giggle. “Oh, Luscious Malfoy’s got it bad for you.” She declared happily.

Harry folded the note and stuck it in his pocket. “It’s encouraging, I’m not going to lie.” Archimedes nibbled at his hair and flew off. “I also like having the mark, so at least we agree on that.” He admitted.

Hermione sighed. “You two are sickeningly sweet, you know that? I’m going to get cavities watching you two.” She said with a smile, elbowing Harry in the side lightly.

Harry chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, you did say you wanted me to be happy, didn’t you? This—he—makes me happy.” He told her.

Ron pretended to gag while Hermione just rolled her eyes with a fond smile. “I’m glad things are working out for you, for once. Just try to remember, in between all the dates and lessons with Elves, that you have to find time to study, too. You don’t want to fail all your N.E.W.T.s this year. If you did—“

“I’d just have to end up being Lucius’ kept boy.” Harry said with a smirk. “And I don’t think I’d mind it much.” He added teasingly.

Ginny laughed gleefully. “He’s got you there, Hermione! Even if he fails all his N.E.W.T.s, he’ll be fine.” She pointed out. “All he’s got to do is kill off You-Know-Who, and he can spend the rest of his life just laying back and basking in the accolades.”

Harry nodded. “Exactly. Thank you, Ginny.”

Hermione sighed in mock disgust. “I don’t know why I try. All I want is the best for you. And I don’t think you’d be content to rest on your laurels, if it came to that.” She pointed out.

Harry smiled at her. “I appreciate it. I’m sure I’ll pass everything. If I don’t, I’ll just study harder and pass them later. After all, this is a busy year for me. I think a few failed tests could easily be excused.”

*****

“I found the leak!” Hermione announced, setting down a stack of books on the table beside Harry with a thump.

Harry looked up from the Charms essay he was working on. He had to get it done before dinner, because after dinner he had his Occlumency lesson with Lucius. “I’m sorry, you found what?” He asked blankly.

“The leak!” Hermione repeated insistently. “The person who let slip that you’re a Faurae, the reason Voldemort knows…” She rolled her eyes. “The reason you’re courting Lucius.” She said in a lower tone.

Harry smiled. “Oh, right. To whom do I send the gift basket, then?” He asked cheekily.

Hermione snorted, rolling her eyes. “Cute. Turns out, Colin Creevey showed his picture to Parvati, who told Padma, who told Luna, who told Cho, who went to the papers, not knowing that it was supposed to be a secret.” She finished.

Harry groaned. “Remind me next time I think of doing something so public of how efficiently the Hogwarts gossip line runs, will you?” He asked.

Hermione smiled. “For me to do that, you’ll have to tell me when you plan on doing something like that before you do it.” She pointed out.

“Good point.” Harry said in realization. “I’ll try to consult you from now on.”

“Good idea.” Hermione said. “Now, you did say not to tell anyone who wasn’t in the room, and Colin told Parvati, who hadn’t been in the room when you pulled your ill-advised stunt. Something needs to be done about that.”

Harry nodded. “You’re right. I suppose talking to him and taking away the picture he took of me with my wings out would be harsh enough for him. I know I’d get the point, in his place.”

Hermione sighed. “Yeah. It’s not going to be fun, but we can’t just let him get away with that. It’s a breach of your trust, and he needs to have some kind of repercussions for it.”

Harry gathered up his books. “Looks like I’ll be finishing this essay tomorrow.” He muttered.

“I’m sorry I had to interrupt, but I couldn’t wait, and Colin’s in the common room right now, so it’s the best time to talk to him.” Hermione said. “You’re the one that’s going to have to talk to him. I can’t do this for you, and since we’re older than him, it’d probably be best if you talked to him alone. Two of us would feel too much like we’re ganging up on him. I’m sure he didn’t mean for the news to get out, so one of us is all it’ll take.”

Harry nodded and they left the library for the common room. Harry went in first, finding Colin at one of the tables, working on an essay. He walked up to the other teen. “Colin.” He said softly.

The boy jumped and turned to face him. “Yeah?” He asked.

Harry sighed and sat down next to him. “Listen, we need to talk.”

Colin blinked and nodded. “Okay. About what?”

“I know you told Parvati about my being a Faurae. And she wasn’t in the room when I showed you all my wings. I asked you all to not tell anyone who wasn’t in the room at the time, and you broke my trust, Colin.” Harry said firmly.

Colin bit his lip and his eyes fell to his lap. “I know. And then it got into the papers. I’m really sorry, Harry! I never meant it to go very far! I told her not to tell anyone!” He explained.

Harry shook his head. “I understand that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you told someone after I asked you not to. There are consequences for that. I’m going to need the picture that you took of me with my wings out. You haven’t lost my trust entirely, but I can’t take the chance of that picture falling into the wrong hands. I hope you understand.”

Colin’s face fell, and he nodded. “I’ll go get it.” He said heavily, then headed into his dormitory. He came out again, holding the picture against his chest to ensure it didn’t get seen. He also held a little square. He brought them both over to Harry.

Harry slipped the picture into his pocket, then held up the little square. “What’s this?” He asked, looking at it.

“The negative.” Colin explained. “Without it, I can’t develop that picture again. I figured you’d want it.” He told Harry.

Harry smiled and slipped in into his pocket as well. “Thank you, Colin. I wouldn’t have thought to ask for that. I promise, once all this is over, we can set up a real photo shoot for you to take more pictures of me with my wings out, but for now, it’s just not a good idea. Do you understand?” He asked.

Colin nodded. “I understand, Harry. I really am sorry.” He said earnestly.

“I forgive you. It did take away the element of surprise, but I’m sure I can still kick Voldemort’s scaly arse anyway.” Harry said with a grin.

Colin smiled back at him. “I know you’ll beat him, Harry. You’re excellent at Defence, after all.” He said.

Harry chuckled. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I’m going to get these put away somewhere safe. Once this war’s over with, I’ll probably let you have them back, who knows?”

Colin watched Harry walk up the stairs to his dormitory, then sighed and turned back to his essay.
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