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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 and heard Lucius’ voice call out “enter.” He opened the door and walked in. Lucius had the room ready and was already standing at one end of the empty floor space, wand in hand.

His robes were off, and the top three buttons of his shirt were open.

Harry stared at the buttons, enjoying the peek of chest he could see. He licked his lips.

Lucius chuckled lowly. “This isn’t going to be a distraction, is it?” He asked, trailing a finger down the flesh the undone buttons exposed. “I can button them back up again if it’s going to interfere with your concentration.” He offered.

“No!” Harry blurted out, then flushed brightly. “I mean, er, no, it’s fine.” He mumbled, tearing his eyes away to focus on the man’s very amused face. “I can concentrate.”

“Good. I wanted to be comfortable today, since we are going to be in here longer than usual. I am going to keep you as long as it takes to get a good amount of progress made. Severus has lent me a small measure of his rejuvenating potion, and we are going to use it as many times as necessary until you have shown some real progress in this art. We’re nearing the halfway point of the courtship, and I can’t stretch it out too long past the dates, or the Dark Lord will get suspicious as to my loyalties. You need to improve in this quickly.” Lucius said.

Harry nodded. “Alright. Are we still going to trade off using Legilimency?” He asked.

Lucius inclined his head. “We are. Incidentally, what is the thing you have been using to break through my shields? I’ve never seen its like before. How did you come up with it? It is powerful.” He remarked.

Harry smirked. “It’s called a gun. It’s a weapon Muggles created, and yes, it is powerful. Muggles aren’t totally harmless. They have some things even we aren’t immune to. Bullets, the little lead bits the gun shoots, are one of those things. They can probably get through a protego, since that’s only used to block spells, and if you get shot with one, you could still die.” He replied.

Lucius’ brow rose. “Remarkable.” He murmured, clearly appreciative. “Well, it’s effective, so I approve.”

Harry grinned. “Good, because I intend to keep using it. It’s gotten good results so far.”

Lucius simply hummed and raised his wand. “Are you ready?” He asked.

“Hang on.” Harry said, and tried to call up the floaty feeling he was getting used to.

“Legilimens.” Lucius intoned before he was finished, and slipped into his mind.

Harry was pulled into the dream he’d had the night before, and tried to force Lucius back out. He pushed as hard as he could against the intrusion he could feel, but only succeeded in jumping to the end of the conversation with Hermione in the Great Hall.

Memory-Hermione grinned. “Dark Lord Harry Potter. You know, it has kind of a nice ring to it.” She said in amusement.

Harry finally forced Lucius out, and hung his head, panting. “You cheated!” He complained. “I wasn’t done clearing my mind!”

Lucius sniffed. “I gave you a moments’ notice, which is more than you’ll get against the Dark Lord. You need to be able to call up the proper state of mind instantly, or it will be no use. He will get in, and he will not relent until he learns whatever it is he wants to know. Or, he will use the opportunity to damage your mind, which would be something even you might not recover from afterward. You must be prepared at all times. Learn to keep your memories hidden from the very first. Also, you are not thinking of becoming a Dark Lord, are you?” He asked, clearly baffled and just a little worried.

Harry laughed. “No! God, no! We were joking, that’s all. You got that comment totally out-of-context!”

Lucius looked relieved. “I’m glad to hear it.” He said.

Harry sighed. “Alright, give me a second.” He requested, quickly sliding his memories of the dream and the day he’d just had behind his mental shields, cursing the fact that he hadn’t thought to do that before. “Okay. My turn?”

Lucius smirked. “At your leisure.” He purred.

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the man. He cast, and slipped into the man’s mind. He formed a gun and shot at the barrier five times. Nothing happened, so he gritted his teeth and unloaded the full clip at the barrier instead. A huge crack appeared, and he slipped through, looking for one memory in particular. He searched, glancing at passing memories and brushing them aside when they proved not to be what he was looking for.

Finally, he came to one memory that looked promising.

Lucius was young, judging by how much taller the Slytherin in front of him was. He had to be at least sixteen, perhaps even seventeen.

“I’ll be gentle.” The older Slytherin was assuring Lucius, reaching out to comb a hand through his hair, which was cut to his shoulders, much like Severus wore his. “It’ll only hurt a little, but after that, you’ll like it, I promise.”

Lucius’ teeth caught his lower lip. “I guess.” He said hesitantly. “But just this once!” His voice was still high, not yet settled into its lower register. If Harry had to guess, he’d wager that this Lucius was no older than thirteen.

The older Slytherin grinned. “Fine. Just this once. Let’s not waste any time, then. Take off your clothes.” He said, already removing his robes.

Lucius’ hands moved to his own buttons, and Harry was pushed forcefully out of the memory.

Lucius’ face was flushed with effort, and he was panting. “Dear Merlin, you really wanted to see that memory, didn’t you?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “Was it the right one?” He asked, evading the question.

Lucius cleared his throat. “I assume you were looking for my first time? Congratulations. If you seek out that particular memory again, I’ll hand you over to Severus, you impertinent little piece!” He warned, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s not a memory I’m particularly fond of, and I have no wish to revisit it.”

Harry bit his lip. “Because you weren’t on top?” He asked boldly.

Lucius snorted. “No, because he was an ignorant arse and he wasn’t particularly gentle during the act, or after. I don’t mind bottoming once in a while, for a properly considerate lover.” He remarked, brushing hair out of his face and hooking it behind his ear.

Harry’s face flamed, but he forced himself to ask, “Would you ever let me top you? Assuming we stay together, I mean.” He added.

Lucius’ look turned thoughtful. “Most likely. Once you’ve been with me enough to know what you are doing. I daresay you’ll enjoy bottoming more, though. You’re a sub, they generally prefer their partner to be on top, as I prefer mine underneath me. Or atop me, so long as I am in them.” He finished with a wolfish grin.

“I still want to try it. Sometime.” Harry pressed.

Lucius walked over to stand in front of him. “Mm, you’ll get to. Now, since you successfully searched out a particular memory—and found it—I should reward you. Any suggestions?” He asked, grabbing Harry around the waist and pulling him flush against his body.

Harry’s eyes widened at the feeling of Lucius’ body so close, but his attention was suddenly consumed by the realization that Lucius was hard—and so was he. “Um…” He flushed and wriggled, but couldn’t escape the man’s grasp, not that he was trying very hard. “You can’t kiss me on the lips yet, but… I liked it when you… Kissed my neck.” He admitted.

Lucius hummed and leaned down. “Far be it from me to deny you. Especially when it’s something I’ve been wanting to do again, as well.” He purred, and closed his mouth over the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder. He ran his tongue over the skin, then scraped at it lightly with his teeth, just teasing Harry with the promise of a bite that never came.

Harry shivered as Lucius drew back. “Wow.” He breathed, then cleared his throat. “Strictly speaking, that wasn’t exactly a kiss.” He pointed out.

Lucius chuckled. “It felt good, all the same, didn’t it?” He asked, letting Harry go.

“Well, yes, but… Oh, never mind.” Harry decided, shaking his head. “Your turn.”

Lucius walked back to where he’d started and whirled to face Harry, wand out. He cast, and entered Harry’s mind.

*****

Harry dove in through the crack that had just formed, searching out a memory of Lucius with his most previous lover. He found one, and stopped searching as it unfolded.

Lucius was undressing the man, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen (he’d discovered Lucius’ penchant for young men, and wasn’t sure how he felt about it), and peppering his golden-toned skin with gentle kisses.

“Lucius…” The man moaned, gripping handfuls of the man’s hair in his fists, “don’t tease!”

“Careful, Tiberius.” Lucius’ voice purred warningly. “Don’t pull on my hair, you know how I hate it.”

The man let go and arched up, rubbing his hard cock against Lucius’ hip.

Lucius chuckled and reached down to wrap his hand around it, stroking it slowly.

Harry was ushered gently out of the memory to face a smirking, shirtless Lucius. The man was panting, sweat beaded on his skin. “You certainly seem to enjoy watching my bed sport, don’t you?” He asked in amusement.

Harry flushed, but met his eyes boldly. “I have to learn somehow.” He shot back cheekily.

Lucius chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting practical instruction soon enough.” He walked over to stand in front of Harry and traced a finger down his cheek. “I’ll be a most attentive teacher in this, I assure you.”

Harry licked his lips. “How about giving me a preview, then?” He asked, his flush not fading a bit as he issued the bold and teasing question.

Lucius licked his lips and ran his eyes over Harry’s similarly bared torso. “How far would you like it to go? There are so many possibilities, after all.”

Harry felt his face heat further. “Would you be willing to suck me?” He whispered daringly, wondering if the man would really take things that far.

Lucius’ eyes darkened. “My, my, Harry. So bold all of a sudden.” He whispered back. Then, much to Harry’s astonishment, he sunk to his knees in front of him. “Pay attention.” He murmured as his hands began to open Harry’s trousers. “I’ll teach you all you need to know about fellatio.”

Harry watched, hardly breathing, as Lucius pulled his cock out, glad he had forgone boxers that day.

Lucius slowly ran his tongue over Harry’s length, from base to tip, and Harry moaned, reaching down and threading his fingers through Lucius’ hair.

Lucius looked up and Harry nodded. “I know. Don’t pull. I won’t.” He panted.

Lucius hummed in assent and closed his mouth over Harry, taking him deep into his throat, massaging the underside of Harry’s cock with his tongue as his head bobbed slowly, increasing suction with every movement.

Harry let his head fall back and moaned. He tried to keep his hips from bucking, but he couldn’t stop every movement, and he accidentally shoved himself down Lucius’ throat several times.

Lucius didn’t seem to mind, and his throat was relaxed around Harry’s length, so Harry got the feeling he didn’t much care that Harry was thrusting into his throat. He wasn’t gagging or pulling away.

Harry looked down again, and Lucius was watching him. The man’s eyes gleamed for a second, and then he growled around Harry’s cock, and Harry was coming in long, helpless spurts.

Lucius swallowed around his cock as Harry emptied himself into the man’s mouth, then licked him clean and tucked him expertly back into his trousers. “There. How did you like it?” He asked as Harry carefully removed his hands from Lucius’ hair.

“It… Well… Wow.” Harry breathed, grinning widely. “That was amazing!”

Lucius preened at the praise. “I’ve had practice.” He said simply. “And now, it’s my turn.” He kissed Harry gently on the cheek, then turned and strode back across the classroom, turning and pointing his wand at the teen. “Legilimens.”

*****

Harry allowed Lucius to mostly-drag him to Gryffindor Tower. They’d used all of the small amount of rejuvenating potion Severus had given Lucius, but Harry now felt more confident in his abilities to block someone from entering his mind. ‘Who knew?’ He thought fuzzily, ‘Positive reinforcement works!’

Lucius stopped before the picture of the Fat Lady.

“Lion’s pride.” Harry said weakly.

Lucius snorted at the password as the portrait swung open. “Can you make it up to bed? I am, technically, allowed to enter if needed.” He offered.

Harry sighed. “I’ll need help.” He said.

Lucius helped him get to his dormitory, then the man had to help him change into his pyjamas, as he was more asleep than awake at that point. Harry was vaguely aware of being tucked into bed, and as he closed his eyes, he thought he felt lips brushing over his forehead. “Sleep well, Harry,” was whispered before there was the sound of the dormitory door opening, then closing again, softly.

*****

Harry opened his eyes and yawned, reaching down to absently stroke the hard-on he’d woken with. It wasn’t a pressing need this morning, but he decided he might as well enjoy a wank anyway, before getting up for the day.

He thought back to the blow-job he’d gotten the previous evening, and bit back a moan as his cock swelled into life fully. He closed his fist around it and stroked, thinking of the feeling of Lucius’ mouth, tight and hot around him, the man’s throat eagerly swallowing him down and driving his need higher and higher.

His free hand fumbled for his wand, finding it and casting a quick silencing spell before he tossed his head back and moaned out Lucius’ name, imagining that the man was on his knees in front of him again. He cried out as his orgasm claimed him, leaving him a shuddering, panting mess as he came copiously.

He cast a cleaning spell and smiled dopily. He had to tell someone about the previous night, and his options were few. Hermione would be outraged and Ron just didn’t want to hear it, so that left Ginny and Neville.

He was pretty sure that whichever one he told would tell the other, so he’d let Neville do the honours. He got up and woke the other teen. “Get your things and meet me in the bathroom.” He whispered.

Neville nodded and got out of bed, sleepily grabbing his shower stuff and joining Harry in the bathroom. “What’s up?” He asked, throwing his clothes into the hamper in the corner for the elves to clean and return.

Harry grinned, stepping under his stream of water. “Lucius sucked me off last night. Go ahead and tell Ginny, she’ll love it.” He said happily.

Neville’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Really?! How was it, then?” He asked with a wide grin.

Harry sighed happily. “Amazing. He really knows what he’s doing. He took me in all the way into his throat, and he didn’t even gag, and… I’m going to have to return the favour, and I’m going to be horrible at it!” He realized. “What am I going to do?!”

Neville laughed. “Just do your best. He knows you’re a virgin, he’s not going to expect you to be good right out of the gate. Hell, he’ll probably like that he’s the first you’ve ever done it for, so relax.” He assured Harry.

Harry nodded. “Right. I can relax.” He said, trying to convince himself more than Neville.

Neville laughed. “Hey, keep telling yourself that, and maybe you’ll even start to believe it.” He teased.

Harry flushed. “Oh, sod off.”

Neville just laughed some more, shaking his head.

Harry looked down at himself, then looked at Neville, stepping out of the little cubicle he was in so the other teen could see him fully. “Nev, am I good-looking? I mean, my body. Lucius says I’m not skinny, but is he just saying that? Be honest.”

Neville turned to look at Harry and took his time running his eyes from Harry’s feet all the way up his body, giving it a thorough perusal. Finally, he met Harry’s eyes and smiled. “Harry, you’re hot. You’ve got muscle in all the right places, and even soft, your cock is a size I’m sure Lucius will be happy with. He’d be a fool to find you anything less than totally delicious. Don’t worry so much. He says he likes the way you look, right?”

“Well, yeah.” Harry answered.

Neville smiled. “Then trust him. Don’t be so self-conscious. You grew out of that whole skinny, gawky thing you had going the first three years.” He assured Harry.

Harry smiled in relief. “Thanks, Nev. If nothing else, I know you’re honest enough to tell me the truth if I still look all awkward and too-thin.” He said, getting a towel and drying off.

Neville snorted. “If it weren’t for Ginny, I’d go for you.” He said lightly. “Hey, fancy a threesome?” He offered.

Harry laughed. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ve got my hands full with a rather possessive and jealous Pureblood. He wants my first time for himself, so even if I was interested, I can’t accept. But cheers.” He replied.

Neville shrugged. “It was worth a try.”
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