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Dream-Pedlary	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3404 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Dream-Pedlary, Part One
- 2-Dream-Pedlary, Part Two
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Lucius’s next gift to him was a scroll that he actually left on the front stoop of the house, protected by a spell to make sure no one could steal it. Harry saw it, blinked, and leaned over to pick it up, staring at it.
It was a pure white scroll with a golden seal that Harry recognized as the Malfoy one. When he broke it, a soft waft of scent came up to him, vanilla and some kind of flower. Harry blinked again. Lucius didn’t use scent. Had this come from a witch who intended to court him and ignore his public announcement that he only wanted men?
But no, it was a letter. From Draco, who Lucius had asked Harry not to ask about. Harry had obeyed even though part of him had raged in curiosity as to what Draco thought of his father courting someone his own age.
Dear Potter,
I never thought I would approve of anyone but my mother courting my father. But she wanted to live a different kind of life after the war. She never fully forgave him for taking the Dark Mark when it put me in danger. They’ve reconciled as much as they can, but it’s time to let go of the fantasy that they’ll marry again.
I want my father to be happy. And as strange as it seems, you make him that way. He always comes home from the dinners he eats with you smiling. He’s talking about building additions to the house and looking forward to Ministry parties in a way he never did before. I can’t pretend to understand the attraction, but I know it’s there. And I know that if you can make him this happy now, you might continue doing it.
The only thing I ask is that you never ask me to call you “Father.” Well, and that you break off the courtship if you do decide that you want to be with Snape. I don’t know why you decided to allow the two of them to court you at once in the first place, or why they agreed to it, but that’s none of my business. Looking after my father’s happiness is.
Draco’s signature was at the bottom, elegant and curled in much the same way the scroll had been. Harry put it away with a smile.
Lucius had offered him happiness in future, past, and now present. Harry had to admit he was excited to see what the next courtship gift could possibly be.
*
“I want to keep you safe.”
Harry looked up at Severus with a faint smile. “You’ve already renewed the wards around the house,” he said, nodding out the window at the powerful magical shimmers that would never have happened if Severus hadn’t sincerely wanted to do something that would help him. “You’ve secured the Floo in a way that I never would have thought of. Not to mention the killer plants that you’ve sown in the gardens. What else can you possibly do to keep me safer than that?”
Severus picked up his hand and fervently kissed the back of it. His eyes were so much alight that Harry felt uneasiness stir in his own stomach, but he kept smiling.
“Potions that will make this house your home as long as you choose.”
Harry studied him. They were in the back room where Harry had collected books from the Black library and some he’d rediscovered in a vault belonging to his parents, and the fire was dim and the smell of leather from the shelves strong. “It’s already my home.”
Severus took a heavy crystal flask of a purple potion from his pocket. “But with this, the house itself will rise in rebellion against anyone else who tries to enter it and see it as their home.”
Alarmed, Harry shook his head. “I don’t want that! Someone who moves in with me or someone I bring here to care for couldn’t be keyed into the potion, right?”
Severus paused and lowered his face. He’d never done that before during the courtship. Harry touched his shoulder. “Severus?”
“No.”
Harry cocked his head. “Could you brew another potion that would make the house consider that other person a rightful resident?”
“Yes,” Severus said, the reluctance so palpable that Harry would have looked for some cause of it he didn’t think he already knew. “But I would need their hair, their blood, and their permission.”
“Why didn’t you need those things for this potion?”
“I already took your hair and blood during the nights that you slept beside me. What I need now is your permission.”
Harry clenched his hands in his lap. He supposed he should be relieved that Severus was asking his permission instead of going ahead and using the potion. But he also thought, from the shadow in Severus’s eyes, that the man was only doing that because it was a requirement. If not, he would have used the potion and left anyone else who intruded into the house later and thought of it as their home to suffer the consequences.
“I’m sorry. But I can’t accept it.”
Severus stood, threw the potion into the fire, and stalked out.
The acrid smell of what seemed like burning moss lingered for hours, but Harry remained strong and calm. In a way, Severus’s potion had been useful, although not for protecting his house. He was fairly sure it would guide him on the road to his decision.
*
Harry had slept with Severus. They’d both enjoyed it and wanted it, so why not? Now and then it was strange to wake in the same bed and see Severus watching him—or, as Harry suspected now, taking some of his hair and blood while he slept—but it wasn’t any stranger than having two people courting you at the same time.
Harry had never slept with Lucius. Lucius was adamant he didn’t want that unless Harry was serious. Harry had asked why.
Lucius had looked him right in the eye and said simply, “It would bind me too closely to you.”
Once Harry figured out that he didn’t mean magical bindings or think Harry was about to indulge in some of the same slavery that Voldemort had practiced, he’d asked what that meant. Lucius had looked at him thoughtfully. They were standing in the doorway of Harry’s house at the time, after another meal, with Lucius getting ready to leave and go back to the Manor Harry still couldn’t bring himself to enter.
“You are an overwhelming presence, and you would overwhelm mine. I do not think you knew that, and I do not mean to hold it against you. But I will still not compete with such a thing.” And Lucius had bowed and left.
Now, standing in front of the window in his library where he had refused Severus’s potion and looking out the window at the rain and frost, Harry thought he knew what Lucius had meant better than ever.
And so he chose.
*
“You will tell me why.”
“Because I want the future, and you’re too focused on the past.”
Severus paused. Harry waited. He knew that he’d spoken nothing but the truth, but that was exactly why it had daunted Severus. He was used to the lies and deceptions that they had used around each other when they didn’t know where they stood in the war, when they hated each other, when they had both wanted to please Dumbledore. And from the way Severus stood hunched over the cauldron, he still found comfort in his potions.
And only there, Harry thought with a pang of sadness. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. But he had finally learned that he couldn’t go through life without irritating some people, and he had to make the best choices he could. He didn’t cause unnecessary pain, but someone would have been hurt no matter what choice he made.
Severus wanted things of him that Harry couldn’t give. His life was permanently scarred by those wars. Harry could understand. But his own scars had healed, and he was ready to move on.
If he’d stayed with Severus, he never would have been sure that the man was seeing him as the grown man Harry was becoming, instead of the shadow of the boy he’d labored to protect or the shadow of his mother. There had been times that he looked at Harry’s eyes in a way that…
Well. Harry was just as glad that he would never need to confront that.
“Get out!” Severus bellowed abruptly, and grabbed an empty cauldron and flung it at him.
Harry had been prepared for that, and he raised a shield without blinking. After several months around the man, he really did understand Severus well. He inclined his head to him, sighed, and then left, hearing the crash and snap of glass and steel and possibly even one of the sturdy tables behind him.
Severus would repair them. He would return to brewing. He was brilliant at that. He would never, perhaps, be really all right, and he might never forgive Harry, but Harry hadn’t done this in the hope of being forgiven.
He had done it because it was what his heart needed.
In time, he could hope Severus would understand that, as well.
*
“You have come at last.”
Lucius’s voice was an exclamation, so low with wonder that Harry found himself flushing. I can only hope to be worthy of that, he thought, as Lucius opened the door fully and took Harry into his arms.
“Yes,” Harry said. He was going to say something else, but Lucius kissed him.
And Harry knew from that kiss, without anyone else saying anything, that Lucius didn’t want or need an explanation. What had happened between him and Severus wasn’t a secret he needed to expose. Harry leaned against Lucius and took a deep breath of gladness, then drew him towards the bedroom at the back of Lucius’s house that he had seen only once, in one of the memories Lucius had shown him. Being in Malfoy Manor still made him a touch uneasy, but with Lucius here, the past was truly becoming past.
“You are eager,” Lucius said, but his voice was threaded with a chuckle, and Harry kissed him back for that, and nudged the door of silver birch wood open with his foot. Inside, Lucius had a bed made of the same material, and a chair as well, and he placed Harry on the one while undressing and folding his robes neatly on the other.
Harry had to smile. Just as in some ways Severus would always be Severus, so Lucius would always be Lucius.
But then he let comparisons go, because Lucius was stalking towards him, naked and shining, and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off him, couldn’t think about anything but the long expanse of pale skin in front of him, couldn’t do anything but reach out and let his fingers skim gently along Lucius’s collarbone and down the expanse of his chest.
“Your turn,” Lucius said, and reached out and sucked on Harry’s fingers before he moved them to the front of Harry’s robes. He made no attempt to help Harry, only stood there and watched in appreciative silence as he shed the clothes.
Harry was blushing fiercely by the time he shrugged his shirt off and removed his pants, but Lucius’s gaze was silent and fierce with admiration. He drew Harry to him the way Harry had dreamed of doing to him, and kissed him into silence.
Well, silence except for his groans and the other sounds Harry couldn’t help when Lucius took him into his mouth, stirred his fingers along Harry’s hips, arched above him and entered him with fingers and tongue and cock, and watched his face as they made love together, with what felt like waves of pleasure crashing through Harry, a rising tide that never withdrew.
Lucius spoke only once, with the words seemingly torn out of him as he curved his back and thrust into Harry. “Told you—it would be—” And then he couldn’t finish.
Harry did it for him, panting the word into Lucius’s ear as if he bent down as if to search for it.
“Overwhelming.”
Lucius came at once in response, in a flood, and Harry sighed and held him, his hands trembling a little on Lucius’s back. His lover lay next to him, never taking his eyes from Harry’s face until the trembling eased.
“You are here,” Lucius said, running his thumb over Harry’s lip. “Nothing else matters.”
And at that moment, when Harry was joyful in his choice, nothing did.
The End.
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