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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 walked out of Trystan’s house and glanced over toward the pond, then did a double-take.

Harry and Revyn were in the water, laughing and being pulled along by a rather strong whirlpool.

He walked over and stood at the edge of the water. “Having fun?” He asked in mild amusement.

“Lucius! Hey! Yeah, this is great, you should really try it sometime!” Harry shouted as the water carried him further away from Lucius.

Lucius cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sure. Well, it’s about time to meet up with the others, so you should probably get out and dried off.” He advised.

Harry sighed. “Fine. Revyn?” He looked toward the Elf and Revyn smiled, the motion of the water stilling almost immediately.

“Show-off.” Harry muttered with a smile, pulling himself out of the water.

Lucius took the opportunity to ogle Harry’s lithe, wet form, enjoying the view greatly.

“Merely practiced, that’s all. Spend enough time working with Water and you’ll get that good, too.” Revyn assured Harry, following him out.

Harry gave Revyn a dry stare. “And just how long have you been practicing?” He asked.

Revyn grinned. “Two hundred and thirty-seven years.” He said lightly.

Harry sighed. “My point exactly.” Harry dried off with a quick spell.

Revyn chuckled. “What? Elves are long-lived, that’s all. So are Fae. You’ll probably live to be at least five hundred, with both bloodlines in you.” He told Harry. “You’ll stop aging at thirty and stay looking that age for several hundred years. That’s why he still looks so damn good.” Revyn added, leering at Lucius.

Lucius curled his lip. “Please. You’re far too forward for me. I like a partner that can still be shocked, and the blushing is a nice bonus.” He added, pulling Harry against his side.

Harry smiled, cuddling into the man. He noticed Draco and Severus heading over with Kilton. “Time to go back to your house and get changed, I suppose.” He said to Revyn.

Revyn nodded. “Alright, let’s go.”

They headed toward Revyn’s house, Draco and Severus joining them as they passed.

Draco frowned. “How come you got to go swimming?” He asked, falling into step at Harry’s side, opposite Lucius.

Harry grinned. “Perks of working with Water.” He said lightly.

Draco huffed. “Prat.”

“Takes one to know one.” Harry shot back. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” He stepped into the bathroom and shut the door.

“You mean I can’t help? Harry, I’m hurt.” Lucius’ voice said through the door.

Harry laughed as he peeled off his swim trunks. “Lucius, all you wanted was a peep show.” He teased.

“Well, yes, but I’m going to get one eventually, so why not let me see you a bit early?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “No. Maybe later.” He offered.

Lucius’ hum was considering. “I’ll hold you to that, then.” The man purred.

Harry pulled his clothes on quickly and stepped out of the bathroom to find the rest of his group standing in the living room chatting amongst themselves. “Alright, let’s get back to Hogwarts. Bye, Rev!” Harry shouted towards the closed bedroom door.

The door opened and Revyn’s head peeked out. “Bye, Harry! See you tomorrow!” He said happily before closing the door again.

Harry grabbed Lucius’ hand and the group set off for the portal.

“So, why exactly were you swimming today?” Lucius asked as they re-entered the forest.

Harry shivered. “Because it’s warmer in there than it is out here.” He deadpanned. “Seriously? I think it’s because today was a bit gruelling at first, so Revyn gives his students some free time after that lesson. It’s a good idea, I was really worn out, and letting a whirlpool carry me around was revitalizing.” He grinned. “Jealous that you didn’t get to play?” He teased.

Lucius sniffed. “Not at all. I’m not one to play anymore. I’m afraid I left my youth behind some time ago.”

Harry frowned. “Oh, come on! Everyone has an inner child, whether they like to admit it or not.” He said emphatically.

“Except me.” Lucius denied. “Slytherins are good at figuring out when it’s time to grow up.”

Severus and Draco headed down to the dungeons.

“I’ll find your inner child for you.” Harry decided. “I know it’s there somewhere.”

“You’ll be disappointed.” Lucius told him. “You are, however, welcome to try.” He allowed.

“Why, thank you.” Harry said, rolling his eyes. “Even without your permission, I still would have done it. You know that, right?”

Lucius smirked. “That’s why I gave you permission. Why fight over it when I know you’re going to do so either way? It wastes needless effort.”

Harry snorted. “You’re so pompous.”

Lucius gaped at him for a moment. “I beg your pardon?!” He asked, aghast.

“It’s okay.” Harry assured him, patting his arm. “Somehow, you make it work.”

Lucius huffed. “You are an incorrigible brat, you know that?”

Harry laughed. “Yes, I know. But somehow, I make that work.”

They came to the Fat Lady’s portrait.

Harry went up on tiptoe and brushed a kiss over Lucius’ cheek. “See you tomorrow.” He chirped, then gave the Fat Lady the password and went in.

Lucius stood there for a few moments, stunned. He brought his hand up to cup the spot that still buzzed from the brush of Harry’s lips. He could have sworn he’d felt the silken glide of Harry’s magic in that kiss. But… Surely the boy was not getting that good at controlling where it pooled.

“He’s not going to come back out, Lucius. You’d best get to your rooms now.” The Fat Lady said in amusement.

Lucius flushed and spun on his heel, heading back toward his own rooms.

*****

Harry woke up and rolled over—only to find that his dream the night before had left its mark inside his pyjama bottoms. He grimaced and cast a cleaning spell. “Well, I’ve woken in more pleasant ways, but at least it’s better than having nightmares.” He muttered to himself, getting out of bed and padding to the bathroom.

He quickly showered and headed back out, digging through his trunk for a clean uniform. He found one and removed the wrinkles, then began dressing.

Ron groaned and tossed his head.

‘Speaking of nightmares…’ Harry thought, wondering if he should wake him up.

“No!” The redhead cried out, sitting up and opening his eyes. “Oh, good, it was just a dream.” He said sleepily.

Harry grinned at him. “Fred and George?” He asked.

Ron nodded, then shuddered. “Covered me in spiders while I was sleeping. It was horrible.” He got up and stretched.

Harry snorted. “I hope they’ve never done that in real life.” He teased Ron. “You’d probably scream like a little girl.”

Ron flushed. “Oh, shut up. We can’t all be afraid of fear itself.” He muttered, then stomped into the bathroom with a rude gesture at Harry.

Harry laughed, then got back to dressing. He was tightening his tie when Neville woke up.

“Mm. Morning, everybody.” Neville said, then yawned. “Ron’s already up?” He asked, seeing the empty bed.

Harry chuckled. “He was having a nightmare. Woke him right up.” He explained.

“Oh.” Neville slid out of bed and followed Ron’s path to the bathroom. “Be out in a bit.” He called to Harry as he slipped inside.

Harry waited on his bed as Ron emerged, looking more awake. “I’m ready for breakfast.” The redhead declared.

“You’re always ready for breakfast.” Harry told him with a smile.

“Not always.” Ron denied. “Sometimes I’m ready for lunch. Or dinner.”

Harry laughed. “Let me rephrase that, then: you’re always ready for food.” He corrected.

Ron shrugged. “I’m a growing boy.” He defended, pulling out his uniform.

“You won’t be able to use that excuse forever, you know.” Harry pointed out.

“Maybe not.” Ron agreed. “But for now, it works.”

Harry just rolled his eyes. “I’ll be waiting downstairs. Meet you and Neville down there.”

Ron waved as he pulled on his trousers.

*****

“So, what are we working on today?” Harry asked Revyn.

Revyn bit his lip, looking unsure. After staring at Harry for a few minutes in thought, he nodded decisively. “I’m going to make an exception for you. I’m going to teach you something I’ve never taught anyone else before, because its only use is as a weapon. I’m only teaching you because you have that pesky Dark-Lord-after-you problem, got it?” He asked, his tone all business.

Harry straightened and nodded. “Yeah. I promise I won’t abuse it.” He swore.

Revyn sighed and gestured to a big bowl on the ground, filled with water. “This bowl holds about the same amount of water that a body does, in the form of blood and other fluids. I’m going to teach you how to flash-boil that amount.”

“Flash-boil?” Harry asked.

Revyn sighed and shook his head. “Turn to the pond really quick.” He instructed.

Harry turned and Revyn took a deep breath. Within moments, the pond was boiling.

Revyn stopped it and Harry stared in fascination as it continued to steam, looking like a hot spring. “Flash-boil.” He repeated.

Harry nodded, turning back to Revyn. “Right. But since it’s harder to cool water than it is to boil it, this is only a weapon. It’s only use is to kill someone quickly.” He surmised.

Revyn nodded, his look serious. “Exactly. I discovered the skill when I was trying to find out just how quickly water could be boiled, but once I discovered it, I realized it was too dangerous to teach to others. I’m a pretty easy-going guy, so I haven’t gotten mad enough to use it against someone, but take someone with a quicker temper, and hand them this skill, and, well, it wouldn’t be pretty.”

“I can imagine.” Harry said. “You think you can teach me that?” He asked. “How long did it take you to learn?”

Revyn smiled. “A few days. I think you can get it in about a week. Hopefully, you can get it before our guests arrive.”

“Guests?” Harry frowned.

Revyn looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Tyrell said he told you. The Fae Royal herself?”

“Oh. Right.” Harry muttered.

Revyn rolled his eyes. “Tyrell wouldn’t say why, but he said you’d probably be busy with them once they arrive. He seems to think I need to get through everything I’m trying to teach you before they get here, so I’m going to teach you this now.”

Harry sighed. “Alright. He’s probably right, anyway.”

Revyn shrugged. “Anyway, flash-boiling is just like boiling, only you need to do it quicker. Call up as much magic as you can hold, then pour it all directly into the water in one big stream, as fast as you can. The more you practice it, the faster you’ll be able to go.” He said.

Harry nodded, and focused on the bowl of water.

*****

“You seem to be in better spirits today than usual.” Trystan commented, then shook his head as the gust of wind Lucius had sent merely buffeted the dummy, making its head tilt backward, then forward again. “No, make the stream of air thinner.” He said, then grinned. “Sharp enough to cut. Like a knife’s edge.”

Lucius nodded. “Well, I thought long and hard about what you said, what love feels like…” He sent another burst of air, grinning when it cut the dummy’s cheek open and sand leaked from the tear. “And I believe I’m starting to fall in love.” He finished.

Trystan hummed, eyeing the dummy. “Good work.” He turned inquisitive eyes on Lucius. “I take it this is a good thing?” He asked mildly.

Lucius smiled. “It could be. Harry is… He’s a singular young man, and I would be lucky to call him mine forever. He’ll make whomever he ends up with very happy, and if I can feel for him the emotions he deserves to engender in someone, that someone could be me. I refuse to keep him to myself if I cannot give him the love he deserves. He’d waste away without it, I can already tell.” He said.

Trystan nodded. “It’s good that you care enough about him to realize that you must step back if you cannot give him what he needs. So few people are willing to take that road, even when it is necessary. They instead choose to cling to someone they cannot fulfil. That you’re willing to let him go if you must, for his own sake, proves that you are worthy of him.” He told the blond. “It does my heart good to see someone willing to put another first.”

Lucius closed his eyes. “I… I do care for the boy. He’s got more on his shoulders than he should have to bear, but he bears it willingly, because he feels he must. He’s stronger than I can put into words, but he has yet to ask for any of the things he rightly deserves for all he’s done so far. My hope is that he’ll let me give him what luxuries I can, that he’ll allow me to pamper him for a while, so that even if we do not stay together, he’ll be able to look back on our limited time together as a happy interlude in his life. And if we stay together in the end, all the better. Perhaps he’ll get to enjoy the rest of his life, living in comfort and tranquillity, building something wonderful with me. I’d give him anything he could want. Up to and including my very soul, tarnished thought it is.”

Trystan smiled. “You will be good for him. In the long run, or the short. Either way, the two of you have much to give each other. Be sure you accept all that he offers you freely, even if you feel you don’t deserve it. Freely given affection is always a gift, and Revyn tells me the boy has much to give. Revyn can see these things in people, as he has much to give himself, and like calls to like.”

Lucius blinked in surprise. “Revyn… How can he tell?”

Trystan shook his head. “It’s a gift he’s always had. He’s the second son of our clan’s Seer. Traditionally, the Seer limits themselves to one child, to keep the vision strong, but Reynard said he had to have two. That the second had an important role to play in our future. And he’s right, Revyn has been a boon to us, and no one is quite as skilled in Waterwork as he is. He’s always been a bit different, but with his father, it’s to be expected. We don’t question his abilities any more, he’s been proven right too many times for that. We listen to him when he has something to say, and he has quite a lot to say about Harry. Just be sure that you take whatever he gives you, because you deserve to receive his affections just as much as he deserves someone to give them to.”

Lucius nodded, thoughtfully.

Trystan smiled. “Now, back to eviscerating this dummy…” He prodded, and Lucius smirked, preparing a fresh volley of wind-blades.
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