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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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Harry walked to the Headmaster’s office and gave the password to the gargoyle, walking up the stairs and entering the office. 
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Dumbledore was there already, and Lucius Malfoy was sitting in one of the chairs opposite him. 
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Harry took the other chair. “What’s going on?” He asked curiously. 
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Dumbledore smiled at him. “Well, My Boy, it would seem that the story that ran in the Daily Prophet a few days ago has caused somewhat of a situation.” He explained.
Harry frowned. “What do you mean by that?”
Dumbledore folded his hands in front of him. “It would seem that Voldemort reads the Daily Prophet, or has someone read it for him. He knows now that you are a Faurae.”
Harry bit his lip. “Oh.”
“He wants me to court you and once we are married, I am to deliver you to him.” Lucius said abruptly.
Harry looked at him in shock. “He wants you to... Court me? And marry me?” He asked incredulously.
Lucius flushed. “Of course, if we are to marry, we will need to consummate the union. A marriage is not legal until it has been consummated.” He explained. “We can always get a divorce after the war has ended.”
Harry frowned. “You’d go through with courting and marriage just to divorce me first chance you get?” He asked, sounding a bit put-out.
Lucius looked at him impassively for a moment, then asked, “Why do I get the feeling that this bothers you?”
Harry flushed. “Well, what if we decide that we suit? What if, when all is said and done, I don’t want a divorce after all?” He asked.
Lucius shook his head. “We can discuss it more as the courtship progresses, I suppose. I simply thought you’d want an out, as this is something we are being forced into.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting to know you. Maybe we could be good together. I’m willing to give it a try.” Harry said evenly.
“Then I suppose the only thing left is to discuss the matter of the claiming bite. Both submissive and dominant Faurae bite their mates to claim them, and once that is done there is no way to undo it; the two are bound to each other for life. I will do my best not to mark you in case we decide to part ways; I simply ask that you refrain from doing so as well. Neither of us wants to part with a partial bond, as the one that claimed the other will need to be in their presence for some time every week, and the other party will likely begin to resent the imposition. If we can avoid that coming to pass, it is best to do so.” Lucius told Harry calmly.
Harry nodded. “So no biting unless we decide to stay together. I can do that.”
“Then it seems we have everything figured out.” Lucius said in obvious relief. “I will send you courting gloves on the day after the students come back from Christmas Holidays, so that you have time before then to explain things to your friends. The last thing I want to do is cause the deaths of several Gryffindors from shock.” He said in an amused tone.
Harry laughed. “Yeah, that would probably be bad form for a former Death Eater.” He agreed.
Dumbledore clapped his hands. “Excellent! So, it seems we have everything figured out. I will see you both later, then.” He said.
Harry and Lucius said their goodbyes and left the office together.
“I look forward to getting to know you better.” Lucius said once they’d reached the gargoyle. “Perhaps this can be an enjoyable endeavor for us both.” He took Harry’s hand in his own and kissed the back of it. “Until later, Mr. Potter.” He said, then left.
Harry let out a breath when the man was out of earshot. ‘What have I gotten myself into this time?’ He thought to himself. Then, he smiled. ‘On second thought, I just basically got a proposal from the hottest teacher in this school! Go me!’ He walked back to Gryffindor Tower in high spirits.
*****
Harry smiled as Ron sat beside him, Hermione sitting beside her boyfriend. Ginny took the seat on Harry’s other side, and Neville sat across from him.
“You look happy.” Neville commented to Harry, smiling. “Did something good happen over break? Oh, and I noticed you dancing with Malfoy the elder at Draco’s wedding. You seemed to like it.”
Harry flushed. “He’s a good dancer.” He said. “On a similar note, something kind of good happened over break.” He cast a muffliato and told the small group, “Voldemort told Lucius to court me and marry me, then bring me to him. So we’re going to be courting. I got him to agree to see if we suit for real, so keep your fingers crossed that I can convince him he wants to be with me for the long haul.” He said excitedly.
Ron paled. “Really? Mate, if you marry a Malfoy, you’ll end up being a Malfoy, and you know my family doesn’t get along well with his!”
Harry bristled. “Don’t call me that, Ron, you know it rubs me the wrong way! It sounds all wrong coming from you! And besides, maybe all you really needed to get over the bad blood between you is a merger of Weasley and Malfoy. Your mum considers me one of her own, so maybe this will be a way for both families to put the past behind them and try again to get along.” Harry suggested.
Ron closed his mouth and thought for a second. “Maybe you’re right. Well, we can try to get along, I guess. For you.”
Ginny smiled. “We got along well enough at Draco’s wedding, I don’t see why the rest of the family can’t follow our example.”
“He’ll be sending me the courting gloves tomorrow, so don’t be too shocked, alright?” Harry asked.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be able to handle it.” Neville assured him. “We’ll be expecting it.”
Harry nodded. “Good. Now we’d better eat before it’s too late.” He said, turning his attention to his food.
*****
“Draco, honestly—“
“If you don’t like it, I can move them all back into the box they were in, but you know they’ll find their way onto the counter again at some point, right, husband mine?” Draco asked, a brow raised.
Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose—hard. “Draco, I did not marry you to have my bathroom turned into a beauty salon, as I’m sure you know.”
Draco pulled his hand away from his face and kissed him sweetly. “You’ll get used to it in time.” He assured the somber man. “At least I haven’t moved any of your potions. The space behind the mirror is still yours, everything is where it should be. I’m merely adding my things to yours, not replacing anything.” He finished, then walked back to the counter and opened up his jar of expensive face cream.
Severus watched Draco apply the cream. “Draco, I love you dearly—“
“As you should.” Draco replied, not taking his eyes off his reflection.
“However, you are slowly taking over my rooms and we haven’t even been back for a full day yet!” Severus’ ire at the situation was apparent.
Draco finished applying the cream and turned around to face his husband. “I am a bit high-maintenance, and you knew this going into the marriage.” He leaned against the sink counter and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “If this is going to be a problem, we need to discuss it now, because I’m fairly certain I don’t want to change how I am. The way I am now works for me. I thought it worked for you, too.”
Severus had the urge to roll his eyes, but manfully resisted. “I do love you just as you are, Draco, but you have to understand that I am a man that is unaccustomed to change. You moving in is going to change my rooms rather a lot. This is going to be a period of much upheaval for me.” He said heavily.
Draco smirked and pushed himself away from the counter to walk forward the few feet separating him from Severus. “When it all seems to be too much for you, just remember that the end result of all the change is getting me in your bed every night.” He pressed himself against Severus’ chest, smirking up at the man.
Severus growled, wrapping his arms around Draco and bending down to suck and nibble at his neck, where the claiming mark rested. “Mine.” He growled.
Draco’s knees gave out at the possessive growl, and the only thing keeping him upright was Severus’ arms around him. “Mm, yes, yours!” He breathed in agreement, eyelids drooping as his body responded to his dominant’s claim by surrendering to his every wish. “Um, I can’t seem to hold myself up anymore, Sev.” Draco said in embarrassment.
Severus chuckled, scooping Draco up in his arms. “Perfect. Then we’re leaving the rest of this for tomorrow, and we’re going to bed.” He purred, carrying him into the bedroom.
Draco squirmed. “But, Sev, I haven’t even got all of my clothes out of my trunk yet!” He protested.
Severus dropped him onto the bed, watching in satisfaction as the blond bounced once before stilling. “You’ve got your uniforms sorted, that’s enough for tomorrow. I’ll wake you early so you can go and get your books. Why you left them in the dorm is beyond me.” He said, climbing onto the bed and moving to unbutton Draco’s shirt.
“Because I was going to bring them here—Oh, yes!—later. I didn’t need to bring them first.” His breath caught as Severus leaned down and fastened his mouth around a nipple, pulling Draco’s shirt off completely and dropping it off the side of the bed.
“Less talking, more disrobing.” Severus growled, and Draco rolled his eyes with a heartfelt sigh.
“Fine, then.” He said, undoing his trousers and pushing them off as he wiggled his hips to ease them off his legs.
Severus watched, fingers quickly undoing the many buttons holding his teaching robe closed as his eyes lit with a fire only Draco could bring to life within him. He shucked his robe and began working on the shirt buttons, leaning forward to kiss Draco, who was finally naked and had wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking himself at a torturously slow pace, shamelessly putting on a show. Severus finally got his shirt off and grabbed Draco’s hand in his own, pulling it away from the blond’s cock and pinning it above his head. “Don’t move that until I tell you that you can. Understand?” He growled.
Draco nodded, licking his lips, pupils blown wide with lust, only a sliver of blue remaining around them. “Yes, Sir.” He replied breathlessly. They’d spent the last nine days exploring their sexuality together, but neither one of them had reopened the topic of dominance and submission games yet. Their current situation was the closest they had gotten to anything beyond normal, vanilla sex.
Severus quickly worked his trousers off and moved to kneel in between Draco’s legs, smoothing his hands up his legs, slowly tracing over calves, then knees, then thighs, stopping when his thumbs were scant centimeters from Draco’s hard cock.
Draco’s hand, still resting above his head, was fisted tightly, and the blond’s breathing was a harsh rasp of barely-restrained need. “Sev...” Draco’s voice was desperate. “Please, let me move or touch me!” He begged, arching his back to try and force Severus’ hand into more immediately gratifying contact, his other hand holding a fistful of bunched-up sheet.
Severus chuckled darkly, then let one hand slide up to cover Draco’s cock before it curled around the organ, drawing a sharp cry from Draco as his head fell back. “Is this what you want?” He asked, stroking it slowly, twisting at the top and watching as Draco’s throat worked, and his mouth opened on a silent scream.
Severus stilled and watched as Draco melted into the bed, panting harshly.
“Want you in me, now!” Draco demanded, legs hooking behind Severus’ back and drawing him forward until he was leaning over Draco. “Fuck me, Sev.”
Severus growled and leaned back, summoning a vial of lubricant he’d brewed a few weeks ago, slicking the fingers of one hand and bringing them to Draco’s entrance. He teased at the ring, applying just the barest hint of pressure, then retreating before pressing slowly forward again, opening him up, but not penetrating him just yet.
Draco growled and pressed back, forcing the finger to slide into him and sighed happily, riding the single finger eagerly as it slid in fully. “More!” He pleaded.
Severus chuckled and added a second finger, hooking them to rub against Draco’s prostate, and Draco howled, making Severus very glad he’d reinforced the silencing charms around his quarters. If he hadn’t, the entire school would have known what a greedy little bottom Draco was by breakfast time the next morning.
Draco moaned in regret when the fingers were removed, before biting his lip as three pushed in. He gasped when they twisted, rubbing over his prostate. “Mm, yes, Sev!”
Severus chuckled. “Yes?”
Draco arched as Severus teased him with quick thrusts of his fingers. “Yes!” He repeated, eyes fluttering closed, then opening again as Severus’ free hand wrapped around his cock.
Severus drew his fingers from Draco’s body, then slicked his erection. “Is this what you want, Draco? My greedy little sub.” He purred, rubbing his hard cock over the ring of muscles.
Draco rocked his hips, trying in vain to get Severus to slide inside him. “Yes, that’s what I want, now give it to me!” He shouted, eyes flashing.
Severus chuckled. “Not like this. Hands and knees, Draco.” He ordered.
Draco rolled over, coming up onto all fours, looking at Severus over his shoulder. “Like this?” He asked cheekily.
Severus growled and slid in, then paused. “Wings.” He prompted the blond, who let his wings out, unfurling them for his mate.
Severus grabbed onto the wings, right where they met the shoulders, pulling Draco back against his thrusts.

Draco moaned lowly, head falling forward. “Harder, Sev! Faster!” He panted.
“Harder and faster? Are you sure?” Severus asked, smoothing his hands over Draco’s wings, tracing the swirling markings.
“Mm, yes, I want it hard and fast and now, Sev!” Draco told him, pushing back to meet every thrust.
Severus growled. “Then that’s what you’ll get, Love.” He promised, before setting a brutal pace, pulling nearly all the way out of Draco’s body before slamming back in.
Draco’s cries got louder and more high-pitched as the deeper, harder thrusts mercilessly teased his prostate. Draco fell face-first into the pillows, turning his head just enough to breathe, and the new position put his body in a better angle. He moaned at the added depth Severus was now achieving. “Oh, Merlin!” He whimpered, both hands clenching in the sheets.
Severus chuckled. “Not quite. Just Severus.” He assured the blond, then grabbed his hips and helped the blond move with his thrusts. Once Draco had gotten the message of how Severus wanted him to move and took over the motions on his own, Severus reached down and closed his fingers over Draco’s cock, stroking him.
“Oh, fuck!” Draco panted.
Severus leaned down so that Draco could clearly see him, then purred, “Indeed, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco came, crying out loudly and setting Severus off with him.
The blond collapsed onto the bed, wincing as he landed in the wet spot. “Eurgh. Wand?” He asked, raising his head.
Severus held out a hand, nonverbally summoning his, and cast a cleaning charm on the bed before letting himself fall beside Draco, still panting. “Well, that was quite a work-out.”
Draco hummed in agreement.
“And suddenly, I do not mind the extra bottles taking up space in my bathroom anymore.”
Draco chuckled tiredly. “Thought you might not.” He said happily. “So I can get more?” He asked hopefully.
Severus reached over and smacked his bare bum, making him yelp. “No.” The man replied.
Draco snorted. “If that’s all I’m going to get for it, I might do just that. That wasn’t so bad.” He teased.
Severus glared at him. “If you bring any more products into my bathroom than the ones you have already, I will take you over my knee and paddle your bum until it has firmly sunk in that you are not to buy any more.” He warned Draco.
Draco sighed. “Fine, but when one of the ones I already have runs out, I can still replace it, right?” He checked.
Severus snorted. “Yes, but only when it is truly gone.”
Draco smiled. “Deal.” He turned over to face Severus. “And, for the record, it’s Mr. Prince, now.”
Severus chuckled. “Yes, but me calling you Mr. Malfoy sends your thoughts straight into the gutter.” He replied, tracing Draco’s cheek. “And I find I quite like it.”
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