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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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First off, I’m sorry for the wait, I know it’s longer than the usual, but things have been crazy lately. I think things have finally calmed back down, so I should be able to update in a timely manner once again. On another note, I have an appointment to get my psych meds refilled on April 25^th, so after that, I should be able to get back to writing more. I have two chapters pre-written at this point, so there may be a bit of a hiatus while my body re-acclimates to the meds, I’m not sure. If I need more time, I will warn you all, so please just keep in mind that I may need a bit of understanding in a few weeks’ time.

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Lucius sighed, closing the book, and drained his glass of Firewhiskey.

He’d known after their shared dream that there was something strange about his connection with Harry. After all, how often did that kind of thing happen, especially to virtual strangers?

But still, something like this…

He ran his fingers over the title of the book thoughtfully. ‘Dreamwork and Soul-bonds’ was a rare book, and the Malfoy family was lucky enough to have one of only ten in existence.

According to the book, the only way he and Harry could possibly have shared that dream was if they had some kind of bond already in place, something much stronger than a simple courtship. Either their creature sides had already somehow begun to bond to each other, or they had a soul-bond coming into play.

Lucius licked his lips, considering the possibility. It was entirely possible that they were, in fact, soul mates that had found each other again. In fact, that would explain why he’d felt so unenthused over marriage to Narcissa, and why he was so very drawn to Harry, more than he had been to anyone in the past.

But why would fate make it so hard to find each other again? Normally, soul mates were of the same age, or at least the same age range, rather than born twenty-five years apart.

Of course, fate didn’t always make it easy to find your soul mate. Perhaps they weren’t supposed to come together this time? Or maybe their destiny had been for this exact set of circumstances to play out exactly as it had, leading them to each other despite all the odds against them.

Lucius took a deep breath. He was far too old to be trying to figure out the intricacies of fate and the way things happened for a reason.

Perhaps he’d simply have to accept things as they were.

If he could fall in love with Harry, which he felt he was fast on his way to doing, maybe he’d be able to find out for sure if they truly were meant for each other.

After all, who better to soul-bond to than the one you let into your heart, when no one else had been allowed in?

Lucius got up and headed for dinner.

*****

Harry sat on the ground heavily, sighing.

Revyn looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, then shrugged, and sat down next to him. “Done for the day?” He asked lightly.

Harry groaned and nodded. “Sorry. I just can’t anymore. I’m totally drained.” He explained.

Revyn smiled and patted his hand. “It’s fine. You’re getting faster, and we still have tomorrow to work on it. We might even have another week past that, we aren’t sure exactly when the Fae will be arriving. Matriona is excited to have them over. She rarely gets to see the Queen, but they have met before, and I get the feeling they get along.” He said conversationally.

Harry grinned. “Glad I could facilitate a reunion, then.” He said wearily.

Revyn smiled and looked up at the sky. “You know, the others are progressing nicely in their studies, as well. Severus is learning to bind with vines and roots, and he’s getting quite quick about it, from what Hadrian says, and Draco is very close to being able to conjure Fire on his own, which is the last lesson Kilton teaches. It’s tough, but he’s almost got it, which means he has a surprising grasp of his Elven magic. Considering it’s something he didn’t use, or even have access to, growing up, I’m suitably impressed.” He said lightly.

Harry chuckled. “Draco’s always been a good student. He’s almost the top in our year, if it weren’t for Hermione. He’s very driven.”

Revyn nodded. “Your mate, though, is something special.” He said softly.

Harry looked at him in surprise. “How so?” He asked.

Revyn grinned at him. “He’s moved on to learning how to wield Air as a weapon, and he’s good at it, according to Trystan. But more than that, he’s gotten Trystan to talk. The man’s not one for idle chatter, but Lucius has made him open up a bit, and we can all see that Trystan is doing better than he was. He’s had some tough times, but now he’s not quite so downtrodden over it all. He’s bearing up considerably better than he was, and I think we have Lucius to thank for that. Something he said, or reminded Trystan of, has turned his mood around. That’s not easy to do. Trystan, I think, has found a friend in him, and it’s good to see.”

Harry returned the grin. “I’m glad. I don’t know Trystan, but everyone deserves friends.”

Revyn nodded. “I agree. Well, now, why don’t we head to the fire and watch Kilton and Draco practicing for a while?” He asked, standing.

Harry pushed himself to his feet and they headed over to sit on the logs around the fire pit.

Draco’s face was a mask of concentration, and he was holding out one hand, palm up, staring intently at it. After a few seconds, a small spark appeared, hovering over his hand, and he smiled brightly. “There.” He said smugly.

Kilton nodded. “Good, but it took you too long. Here, I’ll show you again.” He said, holding out his own hand. In a moment, there was a bright ball of flame resting on his upturned palm. “Focus your magic, and let it out. Don’t be afraid of it.” He urged.

Draco sighed and closed his hand over the spark, snuffing it. He opened his hand again and focused on it. It still took some time, but after a few minutes, a spark appeared, this one a bit bigger than the last. Draco groaned. “I’m never going to be as good as you.” He admitted to Kilton.

Kilton smiled. “You’ll get better.” He assured the blond. “Just keep practicing.”

Draco closed his hand again, snuffing the spark he held, then opened it again and focused on his hand again.

Tyrell turned to face Harry and smiled. “Get too tired to continue?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. It’s draining, but I think I’m on the right track. I’ll manage to get it eventually, I’m sure.” He said.

“You’re at the last stage of training, from what I hear. Revyn says he’s taught you pretty much everything he can. All that’s left is for you to refine your skills, which you can do on your own.” He said encouragingly.

Harry smiled. “That’s good news. I have been giving this a lot of effort.”

Revyn chuckled. “It shows. You’ve made great strides so far. He’s impressed me several times.” The elf said to Tyrell. “He’s got amazing talent, and he’s a pretty quick learner, at least in this.”

“That’s good.” Tyrell said. “When the royals get here, he might not have much time left to work with Water, after all.”

Revyn snorted, then turned to Harry. “Well, even if you stop meeting with me, keep up on practicing on your own time. You don’t want to get rusty, and you need to work on flash-boiling some more before you’ll manage it.”

Harry nodded. “I can do that. I understand that it’s important. Thank you for teaching me so much.”

Revyn smiled widely. “Of course, it was no trouble at all! You’re a great student, and I really enjoyed getting to know you.”

A hand landed on Harry’s shoulder, and Harry turned around, looking up to see Lucius standing behind him. “Is everything alright? Why aren’t you still practicing? You’re rarely done before Trystan and me.”

Harry smiled up at him. “I got tired early this time. We’re working on a new skill that drains me pretty quick.” He explained.

“Ah.” Lucius said softly, then looked at Draco for a few moments. “He’s getting rather talented, isn’t he?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “It looks that way.”

Severus emerged from behind Hadrian’s house and joined them, watching Draco with one eyebrow cocked. “What is he doing?” He asked.

Harry turned to look at Draco who was staring at his hand, brow furrowed. “Just watch.” He said quietly.

After a few moments, a small flame sat in his palm. He looked at Kilton and grinned. “That one was bigger than the last ones!” He said proudly.

Severus looked on in shock. “Did he just conjure a flame without using a spell?!” He asked, dumbfounded.

Harry grinned and nodded. “That’s what he’s been working on. He’s getting pretty good at it, though he’s nowhere near as good as Kilton, yet.”

“Hmm. Impressive. We’re ready to go back whenever you two are.” Severus said in slight amusement.

Draco threw the small flame into the fire and smiled widely at Severus. “Did you see what I can do now?” He asked excitedly.

Severus nodded. “I saw, and was suitably impressed by it. Well done.” He responded.

Draco beamed. “We can go now.” He said lightly.

Kilton nodded. “Right. Let’s go, then.” He led them to the portal and saw them off.

Lucius took Harry’s hand as they passed through the portal and urged Harry to slow his steps so that they fell behind Draco and Severus.

Harry looked at him inquiringly.

Lucius smiled down at him. “I want to take you out Saturday night, but before I do, I wanted to ask: how deep is the enmity between yourself and Severus? I was thinking of taking you to a dance club, and I’d like to invite Severus and Draco, as well. I know that Draco likes to go, and he will convince Severus to come as well, if I mention it to him.”

Harry licked his lips nervously, then blew out a breath. “Well, see, I’m pretty sure he hates me. We’ve never gotten on well, and I don’t see that changing any time soon.”

Lucius hummed. “Would you like me to invite them, or should it just be you and I?” He asked.

“I’d prefer it be just us, actually. We can all go out as a group another time. When Severus doesn’t have to see me every day. And when he can’t take points anymore.” He finished in a mutter.

Lucius chuckled. “A valid point. Well, then, what do you say to going to a dance club on Saturday?”

Harry smiled. “I think I’d like that.” He answered.

Lucius nodded. “Good. Then it’s settled.” He said in approval. “We’ll meet in my room, as usual, at nine o’clock. Be sure to eat a good dinner. I don’t want you getting tired out too fast, and alcohol in best imbibed on a full stomach. There’s less chance of hangovers if you eat beforehand.”

Harry nodded. “I can do that.” He said.

Lucius smiled. “I can’t wait to have you in my arms, pressed up against me, moving in time to the pounding bass. It’s sure to be quite the experience, don’t you think so?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “I suppose so. I have to say, I’m pretty excited to see you dance to modern music. You don’t really strike me as the type, you know?”

“I’m full of surprises, Harry.” Lucius reminded him.

“Mm, you are at that.” He agreed as they approached the Fat Lady.

Lucius raised Harry’s hand to his lips and brushed a kiss against the knuckles. “Dream of me.” He purred.

Harry smiled. “I’m sure I will. Promise me the same.”

Lucius cupped Harry’s cheek. “Oh, I always do.” He said lowly, then turned and walked away.

Harry went up to his dormitory and changed, then slipped into bed.

*****

Harry glanced up at the Head Table, then quickly turned back to his plate, flushing hotly.

Ginny tapped his hand and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “That’s the third time you’ve looked at him, then looked away blushing. What exactly did you dream about last night?” She asked.

Harry flushed further. “Um… That’s private, Gin.” He mumbled into his eggs. He thought of the vivid dream he’d had where Lucius had tied him up and gone down on him, keeping him on the edge of orgasm for so long he had nearly cried, begging to come the entire time. He’d awoken hard and aching, in such a state of arousal that not even the entire Quidditch team coming into the bathroom would have stopped him from wanking as he replayed the feeling of those soft lips and warm tongue playing over his hard length.

Ginny giggled. “It was a good dream, though, wasn’t it?” She asked, leering at him.

Harry sighed. “Yes, and that’s all I’m going to say about it.” He replied.

Ron leaned over across Hermione and whispered, “Thank you.”

Harry smiled wryly, nodding. “Anytime.” He replied.

“That’s fine.” Ginny said airily. “I can imagine.” She said lasciviously. “And, oh, the things I’m imagining.”

Harry shook his head. “I’m sure it wasn’t quite as dirty as you’re thinking, Ginny.” He said in amusement. “But go ahead and think what you will.” He allowed.

Ginny grinned. “Oh, I intend to, don’t worry.” She replied happily.

Harry met Neville’s eyes and shared a small smile with him.

Neville had told him just a few days ago that Ginny thinking and talking about Harry and Lucius’ exploits made her rather amorous, and Neville and she would go off looking for a place to be together, since Ron would obviously be against them using the boys’ dormitory. They’d been using the Room of Requirement when they could find it (when Draco wasn’t in it), and finding closets to snog and engage in heavy petting in when it was occupied.

Neville had also thanked Harry for getting her into the mood so very often with his courtship. He was enjoying the regular sex and almost-sex as much as any teenage boy would.

He was fairly certain Ginny was enjoying it, as well, as she seemed eager to instigate it quite often for repeat performances.

Neville had confided to Harry that he was thinking of asking Ron for permission, as he’d already Owled Mr. Weasley and gotten his blessing, and giving Ginny a promise ring on Valentine’s day.

Harry had a feeling Ginny would be more than happy to promise herself to Neville, and Neville would make a wonderful husband for her. They’d likely be very happy with each other, as they seemed a match made in heaven.

Neville had gotten a ring made over the summer, though he hadn’t had a girl in mind at the time, but his Grandmother had insisted that seventeen was the proper age to get a promise ring made, just in preparation. It was a ruby with the Longbottom crest inlaid under it, just visible through the gem under bright lighting.

It was a pretty ring, and Harry was sure Ginny would be more than pleased with it, the bright ruby on gold suiting her house pride well.

Harry looked up toward Lucius and—met the man’s eyes. He flushed bright red and turned his eyes back to his plate with a soft groan.

Ginny snickered.

Hermione turned to Harry. “Really, Harry, this is getting ridiculous. It’s just a dream. I’m pretty sure he has no idea what you dreamt last night, so meeting his eyes is nothing to be worried about.”

Harry sighed. “He might find out.” He pointed out. “I have Occlumency with him tonight.”

Hermione smiled. “Then you’d best learn to shield your mind.” She told him lightly.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one whose mind he’s going to be digging around in.” Harry groused.

“No, I’m not.” Hermione agreed. “I’m actually rather glad for that. There are some things that should remain private.”

“I get no privacy.” Harry shrugged. “All in the name of training for Voldemort.”

Hermione eyed him. “You don’t sound as upset over it as you usually do. What’s changed?”

Harry grinned. “I get to spend time with him,” He nodded toward Lucius, talking lowly so no one would overhear, “and he’s courting me on Voldemort’s orders. I’m actually kind of starting to like the guy.” He joked.

“Oh, you!” Hermione hit him gently, laughing. “Don’t let anyone else hear you saying that.”

Harry snorted. “God, can you imagine? They’d think I was next in line to become a Dark Lord!”

Hermione grinned. “Dark Lord Harry Potter. You know, it has kind of a nice ring to it.”

Harry shook his head with a chuckle. “Let’s just get to class.” He said.
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