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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 knocked on the door, and heard Lucius’ voice bid him enter. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

Lucius glanced up at him and smiled. “Well, hello, gorgeous.” He purred. “Give me a moment.”

Harry flushed and cleared his throat. “Sure.” He said.

“You can clear a space to work in. You know what needs to be done.” Lucius said as he made marks in the margin of the essay he was reading.

Harry moved several desks out of the way and cast a cushioning charm on the floor.

Lucius sighed and wrote a grade on the essay before setting it aside. “I do so hate to give a Troll, but when you do not take the work seriously, well, I’m left with no recourse.” He said regretfully, then got up and walked to stand in front of Harry. “Are you ready?” He asked, drawing his wand.

Harry called up the floaty feeling he’d been sinking into each night before falling asleep, noting that it was coming easier every time he used it. “Yeah.” He said, looking into Lucius’ eyes.

Lucius raised his wand. “Legilimens.”

Harry felt Lucius slip into his mind and held fast to that floaty feeling, then he felt a tug, and suddenly, he was in the Room of Requirement, kissing Cho Chang. There was another tug, and he was kissing Ginny. He fought against the next tug, and almost won, but just as he thought he had victory, he was pulled into yet another memory, Lucius’ arms tight around him as the man’s mouth closed over his neck. He fought back, and came back to himself, on his knees in the Defence classroom.

Lucius hummed. “Well, that was not an entire failure. I could have called up every sexual situation you’ve been in thus far; in fact, that was my intention. You stopped me before we had gone though them all. You’re getting better at stopping me.” He noted.

Harry growled. “Still not good enough.” He ground out, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself before standing up again.

“Not quite, no.” Lucius agreed mildly. “But it is progress.” He reminded the teen. “Your turn. Let’s see if you can actually get in this time, and get something out of me, hm?”

Harry raised his wand and trained it on Lucius. “Legilimens.” He cast, and slipped into the man’s mind. He drove through the mist until he came up to the barrier, then formed into a gun and fired off three shots into the barrier, rapid-fire.

The barrier cracked and splintered, and Harry dove in. He had no idea what he was looking for, so he just reached out and grabbed at the first thing that he saw.

He was Lucius, holding a squalling infant and feeling a sense of wonder and love fill him. “I’ll always protect you, my son.” He whispered before laying a feather-soft kiss on his downy head.

He felt a sharp jerk, and he was looking down at himself, holding a small bundle wrapped in pale green, a feeling of hope and security filling him up as he felt Lucius’ body lean down to kiss the Harry in his… Fantasy? Fantasy-Harry raised his head to eagerly meet Lucius’ lips. Lucius smiled against his lips and whispered, “I love you, now and forever.”

Lucius finally wrested control back and threw Harry out of his head.

Harry gaped at him for long moments as they both panted, regaining their breath. “What… The hell… Was that?” He asked.

Lucius flushed and cleared his throat. “A dream I’ve had several times lately. It could be nothing, I’m not sure. I think some part of me wants to love you, but as of yet, I have not felt any feelings I’d be comfortable labelling ‘love’ for you. I feel possessive of you, and more than a little jealous, but I cannot surely say I have felt love for you yet.” He admitted.

Harry flushed and licked his lips. “I… Well. Okay. We’ll just pretend that never happened.” He said nervously.

Lucius smiled wryly. “I promise you, if I start to feel love for you, you will be the first person to know.” He told Harry.

Harry cleared his throat. “Right. I… Er, I guess it’s your turn, now.” He said.

“Before I go in, I believe you are ready to learn the second stage of Occluding: the barrier. Envision something strong, and firm. Create a barrier in your mind which you will hide your thoughts behind, and keep your main consciousness outside the barrier. Using this method will give you added security, and will make it harder for someone to access your memories.” Lucius said.

Harry frowned. “Then why didn’t you just have me do this before?” He asked peevishly.

Lucius smirked. “You had to be able to differentiate between keeping your memories hidden and keeping your stream of consciousness aloof from mental probing in order to build the barrier safely. You have progressed far enough now to be able to tell the difference between the two.”

“Oh.” Harry licked his lips. “Well, I suppose that makes sense.” He allowed. He worked on building up a mental barrier for a while, but he couldn’t stop thinking about one of the revelations that had come to light that night. “So…” He peered at Lucius intently. “You want to love me?” He asked.

Lucius flushed, and Harry smiled at the sight. “More than anything, I wish to see you happy.” He said softly. “Am I wrong in believing that that would make you happy?”

It was Harry’s turn to flush, and he dropped his eyes to the floor as he cleared his throat with a small smile. “Not wrong, no. I’d like it, but I don’t want it forced.”

“And I am not the kind of man who will force the emotion to come, so we are safe on that count, at least.” Lucius returned evenly.

Harry continued to smile as he built up his barrier. He straightened. “I think I’m ready now.” He finally said, looking Lucius in the eye.

Lucius raised his wand. “Alright, let’s see if you are. Legilimens.” He slipped in and waded through the mist, not seeing stray memories floating around at the edges. Indeed, now there simply were no edges to the mist, which was encouraging. He met the barrier and pressed against it, finding it hard and solid. He turned into a battering ram and began to slam against it. After three hard hits, the barrier fractured, and he was in.

Harry felt the barrier give, and suddenly, he was on a broom for the first time in his life, chasing after Malfoy and Neville’s remembrall, then he was in his cupboard, crying for parents he’d never know. He managed to throw Lucius out faster than usual, breathing heavily, but still on his feet. “Well.” He said, shaking his head. “How did I do?”

Lucius smirked. “Impressive. Your barrier was sound, but you’ll need to learn to hold it better.” He said. “Incidentally, that second memory, where was it?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “Um, the cupboard under the stairs. That was my bedroom in my aunt and uncle’s house until I got my Hogwarts letter.”

Lucius blinked. “Bedroom? Did they not have ample space for a second child in their home?” He asked.

“They had space for me, they just didn’t care to share it with a freak.” Harry said flatly. “They hated magic, and me by extension. It’s fine, I don’t have to go back there ever again, it’s over and done with.” He assured the man.

Lucius’ eyes narrowed. “That is exactly the kind of Muggles I joined the Dark Lord to eradicate in the first place.” He muttered darkly.

“They’re not all like that!” Harry assured the man.

“No, but enough of them are that we should not leave magical children in their homes to be mistreated and belittled. The ministry could take actions to prevent such things, if only they tried.” Lucius snapped.

Harry sighed. “If you want to make a difference in things like that, get inside the Ministry. Don’t use terror and mayhem to enact changes.” He advised.

Lucius sniffed. “I am inside the Ministry. I have several officials in my pocket, the only problem is that progress is so very slow. I step in on important decisions and throw my money around to get what I want, but it’s never quite enough to make the changes I want made a reality.”

Harry shook his head. “We’re supposed to be focusing on Occlumency, not politics.” He muttered.

Lucius pursed his lips. “Quite. Back to work, then.”

Harry raised his wand and trained it on Lucius. “Ready?”

“At your leisure.” Lucius assured him.

“Legilimens.” Harry swept through the mist and came up to the barrier, forming into a gun again and firing. The first three shots managed to crack the barrier, but it didn’t break, so Harry fired off another two. The crack widened enough for Harry to slip through, and he grabbed onto the first memory he saw.

It was a fantasy of himself under Lucius, panting and flushed, pulling at Lucius’ hair as the man kissed a path down his body.

“Please!” He was begging, tugging at the strands, “Please, stop teasing and touch me!”

Harry watched, enraptured, as fantasy-Lucius kissed a path down to his cock and took it into his mouth, making fantasy-Harry cry out and arch back, pushing his cock further into Lucius’ mouth.

Suddenly, he was gently pushed out of the fantasy and met Lucius’ smug face. “While I don’t truly mind you seeing that, you seemed content to stay in my head for quite some time, and I don’t want you to see every plan I have for you before we get to that point.” The man told him. “You’ll just have to wait. It will be worth it, I promise.”

Harry’s face flamed. “Um…”

“That was all fantasy. When I finally have you under me, I have numerous plans for you. Trust me, you’ll be glad I insisted on them being a surprise.” Lucius said in amusement. “You’re very good at going after things that concern you.” He noted.

Harry cleared his throat. “I just grab whatever’s closest.” He explained.

“Ah.” Lucius chuckled. “And those memories and fantasies that involve you would gravitate to you as soon as you enter my head. That explains rather a lot.”

Harry licked his lips. “Uh, yeah, I guess so.” He agreed.

“I suppose you should go now. My last dampening potion will be wearing off soon, and I have no wish to take another before bed.” Lucius said in regret.

Harry nodded. “Alright. Good night, Lucius.” He said, heading toward the door.

“Sweet dreams, my Harry.” Lucius purred. “Remember, come to my rooms tomorrow at seven. Do not be late.” He advised.

“Of course not.” Harry returned, leaving the room.

*****

Draco sat next to Harry and held out a paper and a quill to him.

“What’s this?” Harry asked, taking the paper out of his hand and ignoring the quill.

“Severus pointed out that I’ll need two parental signatures to get into the apprenticeship program this summer.” Draco muttered, flushing. “Father already signed, but I still need one more signature, so just sign the bloody thing, Dad.”

Harry was reading through it. “You need it signed even though you’re of age?” He asked distractedly.

Draco groaned. “Yes, because it’s a dangerous field to go into. This is just the standard waiver stating that the family will not sue if I should manage to get hurt or something due to my own actions or lack thereof.” He told Harry. “Just sign it, Harry!”

Harry shrugged and held out his hand. “Quill.” He prompted. “Wait, what name should I use? Will I be changing my name if we marry?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Oh, just use ‘Harry Potter,’ you tit! If you change your name later, it’ll reflect that on this, as it’s a legal form. Don’t worry about it.” Draco groused.

“Don’t call me a tit, you prat!” Harry snapped back without any heat as he handed back the quill.

Draco beamed at him. “Sure thing. See you around, Dad.” The blond said, saluting Harry before walking toward the Slytherin table, rolling up the parchment as he went.

Ron looked around Hermione at Harry. “Just so you know, hearing the ferret call you ‘dad’ is going on my list of weirdest things I’ve ever heard.” He said flatly.

Most of the Gryffindor table murmured in agreement.

“I think that’s why he did it.” Harry muttered. “At least, I hope that’s why he did it. Thinking that he might actually mean it would make me a bit uncomfortable. I mean, he’s older than me by almost two months! I hope he doesn’t plan to start calling me that on a regular basis.” He grinned. “I don’t mind being his friend, but I draw the line at being his father-figure. He’s got Lucius for that, and I think the man is doing a bang-up job so far.”

“Speaking of being a father, are you going to wait for a while after school or try to have a family right away?” Hermione asked, then paused and cocked her head before giving Harry a hard stare. “You are going to wait until you’re out of school before trying for your first kid, right?” She asked.

Harry flushed. “Of course! Besides, Lucius and I are both men, don’t we need to take a potion for that?” He asked.

Hermione blinked in shock. “No.” She said as if it were obvious. “You’re Faurae, the submissives get pregnant just like women. There’s no potions required. The only reason you’d be on potions at all would be to prevent an accidental pregnancy.” She pointed out.

Harry’s fork paused on its way to his mouth, and Harry’s bite of egg fell back onto his plate. “Seriously?!” He asked incredulously.

Hermione sighed. “Yes.” She rolled her eyes. “Now answer the question!”

Harry shrugged and continued eating. “I suppose that’s something me and Lucius will have to talk about. I mean, I know I want children, but we haven’t really discussed it with each other yet.” He explained.

“In that case, make sure you start taking Contraceptus or another variant of Contraceptive potion before you have sex with Lucius, even the first time. Faurae are especially fertile soon after fledging, before the age of twenty. If you don’t take the potion before you have sex, once could be all it takes. And don’t eat grapes while you’re on the potion; I don’t know why, but grapes negate the Contraceptus completely.” She rattled off.

Harry groaned. “’Mione, why are you telling me all this now?” He asked.

Hermione looked at him, affronted. “Forewarned is forearmed, Harry, you should know that by now!” She said firmly. “As a matter of fact, you should probably stay away from Elven food entirely while you’re taking it, since there’s very little information on what kind of interactions those foods have with the potions, if any at all.”

Harry shook his head. “No. Not going to happen. Do you have any idea how good Elven food tastes to my poor, overloaded taste buds? Every food I eat seems to be five times more flavourful, and the salt content of some of it actually hurts my tongue. Elven food is wonderful in comparison. It’s not too spicy, has no salt whatsoever, and the tastes are to die for.” He said. “I’m not giving it up, and you can’t make me.”

Hermione sighed. “Harry, be reasonable-“

“I am! Having at least one day of Elven food per week is the only thing keeping me sane, Hermione! Look, I love you to bits—“

“Oi!” Ron shouted, mouth full.

“—you’re the best sister I could ask for, but this is just going too far! No one is taking Elven food away from me, for any reason.” Harry told her. “If we have an accident as a result of that, we have an accident, we’ll deal with it if it comes up. But I’m sure it won’t.”

“Enough with the declarations of love, you’ve got Malfoy, Hermione’s my woman!” Ron said, wrapping an arm around Hermione’s waist and glaring around her at Harry.

Hermione snorted. “Thank you, Ron, but there’s no need to be a chauvinistic pig. I am my own woman, I’ll have you know.” She said primly.

Harry snorted into his eggs at Ron stricken look.

“But I love you, and I appreciate the sentiment.” Hermione added, leaning over to kiss his cheek, which mollified him somewhat.

Harry looked up to the Head Table and met Lucius’ eyes. The man gazed back at him for long moments before winking and smirking.

Harry gave him a shy smile and turned his attention back to his food.

Ginny giggled. “You two are adorable, you know that? You’re lucky your man’s so into you, Harry.” She pointed out.

Neville blinked. “Hey, your man’s into you quite a bit, too.” He told her.

Ginny beamed at him. “Oh, so you’re my man, now? Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind. You’re never getting away from me now.” She declared happily.

Neville flushed. “Didn’t want to, so that’s fine by me.” He mumbled.
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