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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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Since Harry had remembered to ask for the name of the restaurant they’d been at the night before—which happened to be called “The VIP Lounge”—Ginny, Hermione and Neville were not surprised to see the picture of Lucius and Harry on the second page of the Prophet the next morning.

The picture showed Lucius, arm securely wrapped around Harry’s waist, leading him toward the doors as Harry stared at the ground before him, a small smile playing on his lips.

Ginny huffed. “You could have at least looked toward the camera, you know. This picture is cute, but it’s not a very good shot of you.” She pointed out.

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Lucius told me not to make eye contact. Apparently, they take that as permission to start asking questions, and I had no desire to spend most of our date giving interviews.” He told her.

Ginny frowned and cocked her head. “You know, you have a point.” She relented.

Hermione smiled. “I think the picture is quite good. It shows that Lucius is more than willing to protect you when needed, and that you’ll let him, which will make him feel fulfilled, as a dominant Faurae.”

Harry flushed. “Yes, Lucius is quite protective. I actually kind of like it.”

Hermione smiled and nodded, setting her paper aside as she picked up her fork and began to eat. “That’s not surprising.” She paused to take a bite of fruit, then continued, “Most submissive Faurae like being cared for, but they are most happy when they feel needed. Since Lucius needs someone to protect to feel fulfilled, and you can give him that, it makes both of you feel more at peace. It’s a sort of symbiotic relationship, but that’s just how Faurae work, really. I don’t think there’s anything unhealthy about it. So long as it keeps you both happy, we’ll be happy for you.”

Ginny smirked. “If a bit jealous.” She added.

“Don’t get too jealous.” Harry warned her. “He’s mine.”

Ginny just waved him off with a smile. “I know, I know. I’m only allowed to look, not touch.”

Harry and Ginny both looked toward the Head Table. Lucius met Harry’s eyes and raised a brow.

Harry smiled at him, and Lucius returned the smile with an incline of his head.

Ginny sighed. “Look at him, sitting there all regal and collected. You somehow managed to get the most put-together man in the world, you know that, Harry? How you managed it is beyond me.”

Harry’s smile widened and he took a sip of his pumpkin juice, then replied, “I guess I’m just lucky.”

“You can say that again. The Potter Luck is legendary by now.” Ron muttered.

Harry snorted. “Voldemort certainly seems to think so.” He agreed. “He can’t fathom that I’m just that good at Defence.”

“It’s his life on the line. We’ll all be better off for his assumptions.” Neville said with a shrug.

After a round of agreements, Draco came over and sat next to Harry. “So I see Father took you to The VIP Lounge yesterday.” He said mildly.

Harry nodded. “Yes. I liked it quite a bit.” He said with a smile.

Draco grinned. “Did you try the Tiramisu?” He asked. “That’s my favourite.”

“Yes, he suggested that I try it. It’s really good.” Harry said.

“Wait a second, you’ve been there?!” Ginny hissed, leaning halfway over the table. “How come you’ve been there?!”

Draco looked at her with an eyebrow cocked. He pointed to himself. “Malfoy. Need I say more? The name gets you in pretty much anywhere you want to go. Twenty-eight generations of Blood Purity and money opens doors everywhere, Weaslette.”

Ginny visibly bristled at his dismissive tone.

“I mean no disrespect, of course. It’s just how the world works. I kind of take it for granted now.” He added lightly.

Ginny huffed and sat down heavily. “Not fair at all.” She muttered, glaring at him.

Draco just shook his head and turned back to Harry. “So, a word of warning before your Press Conference: let Father handle Rita Skeeter. He’s dealt with her many times, and the two of them have an… Ah, understanding, of sorts.” He said softly. “I won’t explain, Father can if he wants, but suffice to say, he’s your best bet to get out of this without her twisting every little thing you say into knots.”

Harry nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Draco smirked. “Just let Father take care of her, and you’ll be fine.” He assured the brunet. “Well, Severus looks about ready to leave, so I’m going to go spend the day with my husband.” He said, clapping a hand down on Harry’s shoulder with a smile as he got up. “Ta!” He chirped, then left the Great Hall.

Severus, sure enough, had gotten up and was heading in the same direction.

Harry waited for the rest of his group to finish breakfast, and they left the Great Hall together, chatting quietly on their way back to the Gryffindor common room.

*****

Lucius pulled out Harry’s chair for him and took the seat beside him at the Head Table. “Dumbledore has told me that he trusts me to keep things under control, as I’ve handled the press numerous times already, so let me open things for you, and then all you have to do is answer the questions from reporters. Remember, show them no fear and choose your words carefully. You may have to lie, at times. Don’t elaborate if you do, it can be a tell. If they have additional questions pertaining to your answer, they can always ask for clarification.” He told Harry, who nodded.

Lucius poured them both a glass of water from the pitcher on the table, then sat next to him.

They watched the reporters come in.

Even though Harry was expecting it, he tensed when Rita Skeeter entered. Her quill was a hot pink this time, and Harry was a little heartened that it wasn’t the acid-green Quick Quotes model he’d come to hate so much.

Lucius laid a hand on his arm, and whispered, “Don’t let them get to you. I’ll make sure they behave. If they get out of line, I can rein them in.” He assured the brunet.

Once all the reporters were seated and gazing up at them expectantly, Lucius stood up.

“Welcome to Hogwarts. I’m sure all of you recognize Harry, if not personally, then surely from the numerous articles about him that have been circulating throughout the years. He’s expressed to me a desire to be out of the limelight for the rest of his education, and so we’ve called this Press Conference today. You will all get your chance to ask any questions you may have, and in return, all we are asking is that you give him some privacy to complete his education in peace, without being on the front page every time he does something new.” He held up a hand as a few of the reporters shifted and muttered. “Of course, should he do anything truly newsworthy, allowances will be made, but surely his day-to-day life can remain his business, and his alone, can it not?” Lucius asked mildly. He sat down beside Harry. “Questions will be taken now.”

Several hands went up.

Harry looked over the expectant faces, and pointed to a slim, Asian witch who looked fit to burst if he chose someone else.

She stood up. “Maisy Nguyen, Witch Weekly.” She introduced herself. “Mr. Potter, over the years you’ve been seen in the company of two young women, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley, numerous times. Are either of them a love interest, or has there ever been anything more than friendship between you?” She asked eagerly.

Harry flushed and smiled. “Well, Hermione’s always been just a friend, and she’s with Ron Weasley right now. I think they’re going to go the distance. She’s always been Ron’s girl, I had no interest in her, not even in Fourth Year, when we were allegedly together. That was all a load of tripe. Ginny and I are close, yes, and I did kiss her once, but it was just to see if there was a spark between us, and we discovered that there was no interest there. Neither of us were blown away by the kiss, and she’s since been placed firmly in the ‘little sister’ category in my mind. We’re close, but not like that, no.” He answered.

Maisy nodded, writing furiously.

Harry watched the hands fly up again, and licked his lips, deciding to bite the bullet this time. He pointed to Rita Skeeter, who stood up eagerly.

Before she even opened her mouth, Lucius caught her eyes and said softly: “I take it you remember our agreement regarding Narcissa?” He asked silkily.

Rita shut her mouth and nodded, hesitantly.

Lucius smiled coldly. “That goes double for Harry.” He said even softer, his tone turning icy.

Rita paled and nodded, then turned her eyes to Harry. “Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet. How serious is your relationship with Mr. Malfoy? Is there any hope for the young ladies out there, or have we lost you for good?”

Harry reached over and linked his fingers with Lucius’, turning to the man and sharing a smile with him, then turned back to her. “It’s pretty serious, actually. I think this is for life.”

Lucius squeezed his hand. “Possibly longer.” He added quietly, as Rita sat down and began writing.

Several of the women sighed, and a few of the men smiled at the assertion.

Harry looked out over the reporters again, and a few hands went up. He picked another one, and the man stood up. “Raymond Brooks, the Shooting Star.” He introduced himself. “Mr. Potter, what are your plans after Hogwarts? Do you have a career in mind yet?” He asked.

Harry blinked in surprise. “I thought I did.” He admitted. “Although I’ve recently began to change my mind on what I wanted to do. I was going to try and join the Aurors, like my Dad, but lately I’ve realized that’s not really something I have a passion for anymore. I’m still trying to determine what I really want to do with my life, and I haven’t quite decided yet.”

The man sat down and began to write, and Harry relaxed a bit. This wasn’t going so bad. It was nothing he couldn’t handle so far.

He picked another woman, who stood up. “Tricia Bensley, Who’s Who magazine.” She introduced herself. “Mr. Potter, you’ve been hailed as the Chosen One and the Boy-Who-Lived. Do you have any plans in place to defeat You-Know-Who?”

Harry gulped at the question and covered it by taking a sip of his water as he thought. Oh, yes, he had plans, but he couldn’t tell anyone what they were before he faced him, or they’d lose the element of surprise. “Well,” He finally began, Lucius squeezing his hand quickly in support, “I know that pretty much everyone expects me to, of course. I’m not going to lie, it’s pretty much been luck that’s kept me alive so far.” He said, knowing that that was what Voldemort believed, so it was best to give him a false sense of security. “Of course, I’m going to do all that I can to defeat him, but even if I am the one that defeats him, it’ll be because I’ve had help. There are a lot of brave men and women fighting against him behind the scenes, and they deserve recognition for their deeds just as much, if not more, than me. I’ll likely be the one to strike the final blow, but it will truly be a group effort that hopefully brings him down. It’s everyone’s fight, not just mine.” He finished.

She sat back down and began writing furiously, as many other reporters did the same.

Harry let out a soft, shaky sigh, and Lucius raised his hand to his lips and kissed the back of his knuckles. “Well-said, Harry.” He whispered.

Harry smiled at him.

This wasn’t so hard.

*****

“We will let you take a few pictures, but Harry and I are ready to call this Conference to a close.” Lucius said, taking Harry’s hand and guiding him to stand in front of the Head Table.

He dropped Harry’s hand and stepped away. Harry smiled, and several flash bulbs went off.

Maisy pulled a photographer closer and asked, “Could we get a picture of the two of you together?”

Lucius smiled. “It would be our pleasure.” He answered, stepping closer to Harry and pulling the younger man close to his side. “I’d be more than willing to kiss him for a photo, but as we are courting and haven’t reached that point in the courtship, it’s simply not proper yet, so this will have to do.”

Maisy smiled. “Of course, I understand. Perhaps I can get a better picture sometime in the future?”

Lucius inclined his head. “It’s entirely possible, Miss Nguyen.” He answered smoothly.

Another set of blinding flashes went off, and the crowd of reporters began to disburse, chatting amongst themselves.

Harry and Lucius watched them go, and Harry sighed loudly as the last one left the Hall, sagging against Lucius’ side.

Lucius chuckled. “Blood-sucking parasites, all of them.” He muttered.

Harry laughed weakly. “Oh, you think so, too? I thought it was just me.”

“No, the feeling is prevalent in those that are plagued by them for all their lives.” The man assured him.

“So, what happens now?” Harry asked.

Lucius smiled. “They will write their articles, and you will get to enjoy a modicum of privacy for the first time ever. That will enable you to enjoy the rest of our courtship in the process, without being hounded by the press every step of the way.”

Harry smiled in relief. “That sounds really good.” He said.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Lucius agreed. “Would you like to come to my rooms for a celebratory drink? I think the situation calls for one.”

Harry took his hand. “Yes, I’d like that.”

*****

“So, you’ve decided not to join the Aurors, after all?” Lucius asked, handing a tumbler of Firewhiskey to Harry.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. Hunting down Dark Wizards used to sound like something I wanted to do, but after I kill Voldemort, I think I’d rather just live a quiet, normal life, without all the inherent danger of being an Auror.” He answered, then took a sip of the amber liquid.

Lucius hummed, taking a seat in his chair as he watched Harry. “Have you any idea of what you’d really like to do?”

Harry shrugged. “Like I said, I haven’t decided yet. It would be nice to help people, I suppose. Or to create something new. Something I could be remembered for, something good.” He said softly.

“You could try your hand at spell creation. Not everyone is good at it, and it takes a great deal of knowledge of Latin, but it could be a viable option. Or, if you really want to help people, you could become a Healer. You can go quite far in the medical profession.” Lucius suggested.

“I could look into that. I’m still not quite sure. What were you talking about when you said our relationship could possibly be longer than for life?” He asked curiously.

Lucius smiled. “I wondered if you’d bring that up. I won’t lie; as of yet, I do not love you. I do, however, feel a great deal of affection for you. In time, that could very well grow into love, I’m sure. If it does, I would be willing to soul-bond with you. Such a bond will allow us to find each other in the next life, and each subsequent life thereafter. Whether or not we cleave to each other is dependent on many factors, but we will be predisposed toward doing so, no matter what else happens in life.” He told Harry.

Harry nodded thoughtfully. “So we’d be soul mates.” He said.

Lucius smiled. “We very well already may be. If I grow to care for you enough, we could soul-bond and find out for certain. It is a deep bond, but it will not bring love about, so I want to be sure that I can feel such an emotion for you first.” He said pragmatically.

Harry smiled. “I think I’d like that. The idea of soul-mates kind of boggles my mind right now, but that may just be the stress of the Press Conference talking.”

Lucius chuckled. “It is quite stressful to handle the press, but we cannot choose our lot in life. Some of us are forced to bear the limelight regardless of what we do, so we do what we must to retain our dignity and we present a good public image. What we do in the privacy of our own homes is our own business, however.” He stated slyly.

“I like the way you think.” Harry agreed. “I bet Malfoy Manor is plenty private.”

“No reporters can get onto our grounds. Draco is fond of taking advantage of the privacy by skinny-dipping in the small pool in the East garden.” Lucius smiled and shook his head. “I cannot fault him for that. I used to do the same when I was younger. Who knows, you may enjoy the freedom to do as you please behind the Wards, as well.” Lucius’ eyes darkened. “I know I’d enjoy watching you.” He purred.

Harry flushed. “We’ll see how the future turns out.” He said evenly.
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