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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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Lucius opened bleary eyes, rolling over and flinging out an arm—and meeting only empty bed. He sighed. Right. Harry wasn’t yet his, in reality. He was only sharing Lucius’ bed in the man’s dreams.

The blond man sat up and ran his hands through his sleep-mussed hair. ‘I must be going mad.’ He thought to himself. ‘I want the boy more every damn day.’

He got out of bed and headed into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the spray. He grabbed his shampoo and lathered up his hair, then reached for his first conditioner as his hair rinsed. ‘Maybe I really am falling in love.’ He thought as he lathered his hair and let the conditioner work. ‘Maybe that’s why I think of him so often.’ He sighed again and stepped back under the spray, rinsing his hair before using his second conditioner.

He was aware that his thoughts of Harry were becoming steadily more frequent as time went on, and that he was already thinking in terms of ‘forever’ with him, which he hadn’t done with Narcissa even after years of marriage. There was always that doubt in the back of his mind, saying, ‘But if I can get out of it…’

There wasn’t a sliver of that doubt with Harry.

He wanted Harry, and he wanted him to stay. He’d let Harry go if that was what the teen truly wanted, but he had hopes that he’d get to wake up with the brunet in his arms every morning, and fall asleep wrapped around him every night, preferably in a sweaty tangle of limbs, but that wasn’t a necessity.

That, too, was something he was unfamiliar with. When he’d pursued a lover, the sex was always the main attraction, no matter what other attributes drew him to the person in the first place. With Harry, sex wasn’t even a requirement—it would be an added bonus, but Lucius would take him without… Well, taking him if that was the only way he’d get the teen to be his.

Lucius finished and left the shower, glancing in his mirror and hastily casting a shaving charm. He didn’t need one every morning, as he just wasn’t a very hirsute man, truth be told, but he was in need of one today.

He opened his wardrobe and looked over his choices, opting to wear a deep crimson robe today, refusing to admit that it was in deference to Harry’s house. He wasn’t a sappy Hufflepuff, thank you very much.

He looked over his reflection in the mirror on the inner door of the wardrobe and smirked. He knew that eyes would be on him today, and he was quite looking forward to it. He looked especially good.

*****

Lucius sat down with a glass of Firewhiskey and pulled a blank sheet of parchment toward him. After thinking it over all day, he had finally come to a realization of why Harry Potter was consuming his thoughts so very much, and he’d decided it was time to write the poem required of him by the courtship.

If nothing else, getting his feelings out on paper would make him feel better.

He sipped at his drink, carefully writing down verses after deciding on the words he wanted to use to convey his feelings. He’d never been very good at emotional discourse, but when it had to be done, he’d always been known to find a way.

After two hours of thought, he was finally looking down at the finished poem and he smiled.

He had a feeling Harry would like it. Archimedes would have special instructions tomorrow morning, however. No one was going to read his poem but Harry, and he’d take pains to make sure of it.

*****

Harry fell into bed, wearily. Revyn had told him to bring swim trunks tomorrow, as he’d be working on heating water, and to do that properly, he’d need to be in the water to ascertain that he was doing it.

He reached into his bedside table’s drawer and pulled out Lucius’ handkerchief, putting it on the pillow centimetres away from his nose so that he could smell the scent of Lucius as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

*****

Harry looked up as the post came in and smiled as he saw Archimedes.

The owl flew down and settled on his shoulder, holding out his leg imperiously.

Harry took the small scroll and was about to open it when Ginny reached over to pluck it from his fingers.

Before she could touch it, Archimedes let out a loud screech and nipped at her fingers, and she drew her hand back, eyes wide.

“Alright.” She said breathless with shock, “I’m going to assume that’s private.”

Harry snorted. “Stop taking my mail, Gin. I don’t think Lucius appreciates it.”

He opened the scroll and read it.

“What is this feeling,

And why do I care?

This ache in my chest,

How I wish it weren't there.

Every time I look at you,

I feel a sharp pang.

Could it be love?

Why would love cause me pain?

Physically, I want you,

I have for some time.

But my heart wants something more,

Than your body pressed to mine.

My dreams tell a story,

A story of you,

And words of devotion.

But can they come true?

For so long it's lain dormant,

My romantic heart.

For so long I'm uncertain,

How, even, to start.

How do I give you my love,

When before I would hoard,

My most tender emotions,

Which to my blood I'd award?

If I give you my heart,

Would you hold it sacred?

Would you protect it and guard it,

Or would my love be wasted?

I'll trust you with the truth,

I'll lay my soul bare:

On the topic of love,

I fear I'm nearly there.”

Harry’s mouth fell open as he read the words, his eyes widening. He reached up to stroke Archimedes’ wing. “Thank you, Archimedes. I’ll make sure no one else reads it.” He whispered.

The owl nuzzled him and flew off.

Harry sighed. ‘Of course,’ He amended mentally, ‘I have to show it to Draco at some point. He showed me his, so it’s only fair.’

He looked across the Great Hall to Draco, who was staring at him with a cocked eyebrow. The blond’s eyes flicked to the scroll and he mouthed, “poem?”

Harry nodded.

Draco grinned at him, then mouthed, “Free period.”

Harry nodded again, tucking the scroll into his pocket.

*****

Harry ducked into the Room of Requirement and closed the door, then let his wings out and sat on the couch, waiting for Draco.

Draco burst through the door a few minutes later, panting. “So?” He wheezed, then held out a hand. “Let’s see it.”

Harry handed it over.

Draco read through the poem, his look morphing from interest to shock to glee as he read it. He finished and grabbed Harry into a hug. “You’re going to be my stepdad!” He crowed, then handed the poem back.

Harry snorted. “Well, yeah, we have to actually go through with the marriage, so that was already a given.” He said in amusement.

“But that,” Draco pointed to the rolled-up poem Harry was slipping back into his pocket, “says that it’s going to be permanent.” He said surely, then frowned. “Unless you plan on breaking his heart?” He asked sharply.

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “Of course not!” He shouted. “How can you even think that?!”

Draco grinned. “Well, then. Welcome to the family, Dad.”

Harry groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Don’t call me that.”

“Well, Father is already taken, but we could try… Papa?” Draco teased.

Harry laughed, face still covered. “That’s even worse.” He said, voice muffled. He raised his head. “How about we just stick to Harry, yeah?”

Draco shrugged. “Well, if you insist.”

“I do.” Harry said firmly. His smile widened until his cheeks hurt. “So he’s really falling for me.” He said, slightly dazed.

Draco nodded. “It looks like.” He said lightly.

“I love him.” Harry sighed.

“That much is painfully obvious.” Draco drawled, rolling his eyes.

Harry threw his arms around Draco and squeezed him tightly. “He’s just the most wonderful man ever, and he’s mine!” He gushed.

Draco fought against Harry’s tight grip for a few moments, then sighed and wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor, patting his back. “Yes, he’s wonderful, but Sev is better.” He wheezed.

Harry drew back with narrowed eyes. “Blasphemy.” He accused.

Draco shook his head. “Simple truth, my dear.” He said.

“Don’t backtalk me, I’m going to be your stepfather!” Harry snapped at him.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “That may be, but you aren’t yet, so I can do as I wish!” He sneered playfully.

He and Harry glared at each other for a few moments before Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a snort and the two broke out into laughter.

Draco was the first to recover and he shook his head. “We’ll just have to agree to disagree on who’s better. I don’t think that argument will ever be settled.” He said.

Harry nodded. “Alright, I can live with that. Anyway, I need to get started on my potions essay, so if you want to stay and help, that’d be great, and if not, I need peace and quiet to concentrate.” He said, pulling some parchment out of his bag.

Draco sighed. “Oh, alright, what’s the potion, then?”

*****

Harry took Lucius’ hand as soon as they were out of the Entrance Hall and smiled up at the man beatifically.

Lucius cleared his throat and tried to ignore the flush that was heating his cheeks. “You showed it to Draco, didn’t you?” He whispered.

Harry slowed his steps so that he and Lucius would fall behind Draco and Severus a bit and whispered back so that Severus wouldn’t hear: “He showed me his first, it was only fair.” He pulled a face. “He called me Dad.” He added in distaste.

Lucius chuckled loudly. “Well, that’s heartening. At least you two are getting along, I suppose. It could be worse.”

Harry nodded. “Oh, yes, it could be. At least we aren’t at each other’s throats like we were this time last year.”

“Thank Merlin for small mercies.” Lucius agreed.

Harry squeezed his hand. “I don’t expect you to say it back until it’s true, but I want you to know all the same: I love you.” He said softly.

Lucius growled softly, his hand on Harry’s tightening. “If I could, I would be kissing the breath from your lungs right now.” He said lowly.

Harry smiled. “You’ll just have to show me what that feels like when we’re allowed to kiss, then.” He responded cheekily.

“Oh, I will, make no mistake.” Lucius vowed as they spotted Kilton and Tyrell waiting for them.

“I look forward to it.” Harry told him as Kilton opened the portal. They went through and separated, Lucius kissing the back of Harry’s knuckles before leaving him with Revyn.

Harry watched him go with a bright smile on his face.

Revyn watched Harry watching Lucius for a few seconds, then cleared his throat. “Okay, you’re more moony over him than usual, what did I miss?” He asked.

Harry turned to him and flushed. “Oh, sorry. Well, as part of the courtship we’re going through, he had to write me a poem, and he did. I got it today. It was lovely.” He said with a fond smile.

Revyn smiled and nodded. “Ah, love poetry. I see. Well, come on!” He said, then headed toward his house.

Harry cocked his head. “Where are we going?”

“My house, so you can change into your swimming trunks, of course.” Revyn answered.

Harry blinked. “Oh. Right.” He said lamely, following the Elf.

*****

Harry was in the pond, treading warm water. “It’s about the temperature of bath water now.” He announced to Revyn.

Revyn walked over and dipped a hand in. “Good work. Now, get it as hot as you can stand, then you can get out.”

Harry frowned. “I don’t really want to get out. This is nice.” He said indignantly.

Revyn’s eyes narrowed. “You’ll get out, or I’ll freeze you out.” He warned.

Harry made the sudden realization that Revyn was going to be the disciplinarian of the family when his child was born. “I’ll get out.” He said agreeably, then heated the water some more. When it was as hot as he could stand, he climbed out.

Revyn nodded in satisfaction. “Now, boil it.” He instructed.

Harry concentrated, and within moments, it began to boil.

Revyn smiled. “Good work! Now, how quickly can you cool it back down to its normal temperature?” He challenged.

Harry shot him a betrayed look and set to cooling the water as quickly as he could.

Revyn was grinning to himself. No one had managed to beat his record of three minutes yet, and he knew Harry would be no different. He sat down and waited. After two minutes, he dipped his feet into the water and relaxed as he felt the temperature gradually lower.

Five minutes later, the water was back down to its usual temperature, cool and refreshing.

“Impressive. Most of the children I’ve trained take about ten minutes to get it back down to normal.” Revyn remarked.

Harry glared at him. “That was a dirty trick: boil it, then cool it back down. It’s not easy to go the other direction after working on heating it, you know!”

Revyn grinned. “Oh, I know.” He agreed. “I never said it was easy, just that I wanted you to do it.”

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, now that you’re done, fancy a swim?” Revyn asked, stripping down to reveal that he was wearing his own swim trunks under his clothes.

“Sure.” Harry accepted, jumping back into the water.

Revyn laughed and winked at Harry. “Wait until you see what I can do.” He teased, slipping into the pond.
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