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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 Lucius’ door, blinking in surprise when it was immediately opened. “Hi.”

Lucius smiled. He was wearing a deep blue robe several shades darker than Harry’s. “Hello. You’re right on time. Severus seemed to think you were incapable of being on time, but you’ve never left me waiting. Why is that?” The man asked, holding out an arm and beginning to lead Harry toward the Entrance Hall.

Harry flushed and visibly bristled. “I can be on time.” He muttered sullenly. “When it’s important to me. Detentions don’t fall under that category.” He told Lucius.

Lucius chuckled. “But I do?” He pressed.

Harry glanced up at him and gave him a small smile. “This courtship does. I like you. I’d like for you to like me, too.”

“Oh, I do, Harry. You should have an idea by now exactly how much I like you.” Lucius purred as they headed toward the gates. “By the way, where we’re going today, be prepared. There may be paparazzi outside the restaurant. A lot of famous faces and high-ranking Ministry officials frequent the place, so there is usually at least one paparazzo looking to snap a photo of someone outside it.”

Harry sighed and shook his head. “So, they’re likely going to get the picture they want of us together?” He checked.

Lucius inclined his head. “It’s highly likely. But once we are inside, no one will pay us the slightest mind. It’s one of the few places you won’t have to worry about anyone being star-struck over you.” He promised.

Harry smiled in relief. “Oh, that’s good. I hate hero-worship.” He said.

“Well, unfortunately, I think you’ll continue to receive it forever. Once you defeat the Dark Lord again you will become even more of a household name than you already are.” Lucius warned.

Harry sighed. “Don’t you mean if I defeat him?” He asked.

Lucius’ eyes narrowed and he stopped, turning Harry to face him. “You will defeat him, and you’ll come out of the war alive and intact. I refuse to entertain any other notion. Only one outcome is acceptable to me.” He stated surely.

Harry gave him a small smile. “Of course I hope for that, too.” He said. “But there’s still the possibility—“

“No, there is not. Severus and I trained you well, you will be ready when the time comes.” Lucius cut him off. “I am sure of it.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Alright, if you say so.” He said, not wanting to argue when they were supposed to be out on a date.

They walked to the edge of the Wards and Lucius wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist. “I am going to Apparate us to an alley next to the restaurant. We’ll walk directly to the doors and go in. Don’t make eye contact with the paparazzi, they will take that as an invitation to start firing questions.” He instructed.

Harry took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s get this part over with, then.” He muttered.

Lucius tightened his arm around Harry and Apparated them. They walked briskly and surely out of the alleyway and Harry kept his eyes trained on the ground in front of himself as Lucius hurried him toward the door, arm still firmly around his waist, holding him close. They got to the door and Lucius opened it, ushering Harry inside quickly.

Harry sagged with relief as soon as the door closed behind him, sighing heavily.

Lucius chuckled. “Well, we got in without incident. That’s an encouraging start to our night.” He turned to the man who was calmly watching them. “Reservations for Malfoy.” He said.

The man inclined his head and grabbed two menus. “Right this way, Sir.” He said, leading them to a table in a secluded corner.

Lucius made sure to pull out Harry’s seat for him, and Harry flushed, but accepted the move calmly.

Once they were both seated, Lucius ordered the same wine they’d had last time.

Harry cocked an eyebrow as the waiter hurried away to get the wine. “Why do you always get the same wine?” He asked.

Lucius chuckled. “That way, we don’t have to worry about matching it to what we choose to eat. It will do that itself.” He told the brunet with a smirk.

“Ah.” Harry nodded. “I guess it makes sense, then.” He allowed.

“Plus, when it’s time for dessert, it will change itself again. There’s no need to buy a second bottle of something else. Cost-efficiency.” Lucius added.

Harry chuckled, opening his menu. “Somehow, I doubt that’s a big issue for you.” He commented wryly.

Lucius hummed. “Perhaps not, but it never hurts to be frugal.”

After a few minutes, the waiter returned and poured their wine, then they ordered their food. When the waiter left again, Harry took a sip of the wine and looked around. “There’s no dance floor here.” He commented.

Lucius cocked an eyebrow. “Did you want to dance with me again?” He asked mildly.

Harry smiled. “I thought dancing was all part of the Lucius Malfoy experience.” He teased.

Lucius’ eyes darkened and he smirked, then purred, “Oh, Harry, you have no idea what the true Lucius Malfoy experience is. But you’ll learn. On our wedding night.” He promised.

Harry gulped. “I can’t wait.” He said, sounding a bit flustered.

“Sadly, you’ll have to. I promise you, however, that it will be worth the wait.” Lucius told him, then took a sip of his wine.

Harry cleared his throat. “Lucius, did you… Do you… Would you want more children? I mean, I know you have Draco already, but—“

Lucius held up a hand, cutting Harry off. “I do have Draco, that much is true. However, the thought of children with you is an appealing one. I suppose, should we stay together, the answer would be yes. I would want a child or two from your body.”

Harry bit his lip. “Is that all? Because I’ve always wanted a big family.” He admitted. “I’d want more than one or two.”

Lucius’ brow rose. “And just how many would you like?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “Would five be too many?” He asked in a small voice.

Lucius leaned back in his seat, considering that. “Five.” He said softly, obviously considering the notion. “Well, we wouldn’t have any trouble providing for as many as we want, and the Malfoy wealth is a bit excessive, spreading it between more than one heir would still leave a sizable sum to each child…” He mused.

“Don’t forget we have the Potter and Black vaults to consider, from me. Neither of those is exactly small.” Harry told him.

Lucius’ eyes snapped to his. “You inherited the Black vault? That’s quite a bit of money. The Blacks are worth even more than the Malfoys, all told.” He smiled. “Merlin, marrying you makes us the richest family in Britain!” He said in amusement. “That’s quite the coup to pull off on our part!”

Harry chuckled. “I suppose it is.” He agreed. “Well, what do you say? Five children, yes or no?”

Lucius nodded. “I will agree. If we decide to stay together, we’ll have five children, provided you can safely carry them all. I won’t risk you, however. But there is little possibility of you being unable to carry so many. It’s mostly the Pureblood women who are so delicate they cannot carry more than one or two. We should have no problems, given your mother.”

Their food came, and both men were silent for long moments as they ate.

Harry had a thought, and paused, looking up at Lucius. “In the Muggle world, when two wealthy people marry, they usually sign a prenuptial agreement; does the Wizarding world have anything like that?” He asked.

Lucius frowned. “I don’t know. What is that?” He asked.

“It’s a contract that states what happens with our combined assets should we divorce or dissolve the marriage. Basically a contract that states what’s mine remains mine and what’s yours remains yours, and dictates what we’ll do with things we buy together. It also usually states that the less wealthy party will get no payments from the other should they split up. No alimony.” Harry told him.

Lucius pursed his lips. “No, the Wizarding world has no such agreements. Usually, if a partnership such as a marriage ends, the assets that originally belonged to either person are returned to their sole control, and the woman’s dowry is returned to her, if there was one. The woman can ask for an allowance to continue, but that is at the discretion of the man who was paying it to her in the first place; her husband. When Narcissa and I divorced, I had to return one hundred thousand Galleons and several Black heirlooms to her, but I no longer owe her anything. She left without pressing for an allowance, so great was her disgust with mine and Draco’s ‘taint.’ The Black family does not take kindly to creature blood.” He told Harry.

Harry made a face. “That’s ridiculous.” He said. “Don’t most Pureblood families have some kind of creature blood in their background?”

“They do.” Lucius confirmed. “But then again, try explaining that to a Black woman. The Blacks always were a little bit mad. Narcissa was the sanest of the lot, and even she had a touch of madness about her.”

“Sirius wasn’t so bad. He didn’t seem mad to me.” Harry protested mildly.

Lucius’ eyebrow rose again. “Oh, but even he had the Black madness. It manifested itself early, while he was in school. I saw it myself. He was reckless, wild, and no one could rein him in. It was that same reckless nature that landed him in Azkaban. If he had left Pettigrew’s capture to the authorities instead of chasing after him half-cocked, like a madman, he would have stayed a free man.” The blond asserted.

Harry paused and thought about it. “You’re right.” He said softly. “He was a bit mad, wasn’t he?” He smiled softly. “I still love him, though.”

Lucius nodded. “He was your Godfather, wasn’t he?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes. I only had him for a short time, but he was important to me.” His eyes started to mist over, and he blinked a few times, willing the tears away.

Lucius smiled sadly. “I’m sorry; I should have realized the pain would still be fresh. It’s only been two years, after all. He was a good man, if a bit on the rash side.” He told Harry.

Harry nodded, and the tears fell.

Lucius pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and reached over to wipe the tears away. “Go ahead and let the tears come, we can always cast a glamour to hide the evidence of tears later. No one here will talk.” Lucius promised, passing the handkerchief to Harry.

Harry shook his head, taking the small scrap of cloth and wiping away his tears. “I’ll be fine, I’ve done my mourning, it’s just… It’s still a little too soon to talk about him without feeling the loss.”

He tried to pass the handkerchief back, but Lucius shook his head. “Keep it. I have plenty.” He assured Harry.

Harry sniffed once, then put the handkerchief in his pocket. It smelled strongly of Lucius’ cinnamon scent, and Harry knew he’d likely fall asleep with it pressed against his nose that night. Lucius’ scent calmed him.

“So, if we’re to have five children, what shall we do for names? I’d like to stay away from Black tradition, as I already have a son named after a constellation, and one is enough for me. I let Narcissa name him, since she wanted to so badly. What would you like to name our future children?” Lucius asked, beginning to eat again.

Harry cocked his head as he thought. “Well, I’d of course want to name one after Sirius, and maybe after my father, too.” He said hesitantly.

Lucius nodded. “James is a good, strong name, and Sirius could always be used as a middle name, rather than a first.” He suggested.

“Yeah.” Harry smiled. “James Sirius; I like it.”

“Let me guess: Lily for a girl?” Lucius asked with a smile.

Harry flushed. “It’s stupidly sentimental, isn’t it?” He asked.

“Not at all. I think it would be a lovely name.” Lucius told him. “What about a middle name?”

Harry paused and considered it while he ate. “I’m not sure. Let me think about it.”

Lucius chuckled. “There’s no rush. We have plenty of time.” He said.

*****

After dessert, Lucius held his arm out to Harry. “If you didn’t have the press conference tomorrow, I’d offer to take you to a club nearby for some dancing of a different sort—“ He smiled at the look of surprise Harry shot him. “Oh, yes, I dance like that, too—but since we have plans tomorrow morning, perhaps we’ll just save that for another time.”

Harry sighed. “I’d really like to see you dance to modern music, though.” He mourned. “I bet you look really sexy.”

Lucius chuckled. “I like to think I do. You’ll see it soon enough. For now, let’s brave the outside again. Remember, don’t make eye contact.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Right. Let’s go.”

They ducked out of the restaurant and Lucius pulled Harry close and Disapparated.

Harry laughed a bit when they landed before Hogwarts’ gates. “Didn’t want to duck into the alley to Disapparate?” He asked.

Lucius snorted. “Well, there hardly seemed to be a point; they knew we were there already.” He drawled.

Harry chuckled and pressed himself close to Lucius. “You’ll protect me from the big, bad reporters, won’t you?” He teased, fluttering his eyelashes at Lucius.

Lucius looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll bring down the wrath of the Malfoy family on their heads if they displease you. Trust me, it’s a valid threat that will scare them right into submission.” He promised. “Now, let’s get you into bed, before you tempt me into things we aren’t allowed to do yet. I’d kiss you if it weren’t for that bloody rule.”

Harry smiled. “Mm, and if it weren’t for the courtship, I’d let you. But you’re right. Take me back to Gryffindor Tower so I can regale my friends with all the details of our date, and then I’ll go to bed.”

Lucius blinked in surprise. “You’re really going to gossip about the date? When I have no one to gossip to about you? Because, I assure you, Severus is hardly the type I can talk to about you.”

“Restraint is good for the soul.” Harry quipped.

“Mm, restraints… That’s a good idea.” Lucius leered at Harry as he started walking toward the school.

Harry frowned. “I didn’t mean to give you ideas. I think we’ve got quite some time before I’m interested in ‘spicing up’ our love life, thanks.”

Lucius chuckled. “But when you are ready to try new things, you’ll tell me, right?” He checked.

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Yes, you’ll be the first to know.” He said dryly.

They walked into the school and started toward the tower.

“Don’t stay up gossiping too late. You need to be at the top of your game tomorrow. The press demands no less. I’ll be there to help, but it’s you they’re most interested in, make no mistake.” Lucius warned.

Harry nodded. “I know. I’ll be ready for them.” He assured the man.

They walked for a while in a companionable silence, both reflecting on the date they’d just shared, and thinking about how tomorrow would play out. If all went well, Harry would have the privacy he deserved, at least until he was out of school.

They got to the portrait, and Lucius bent to place a kiss on Harry’s pulse point, inhaling his scent. “Get some sleep tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He promised. “Sweet dreams, Harry.”

“You, too, Lucius.” Harry told the man.

He gave the Fat Lady the password and went through.
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