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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 raised Harry’s hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on the skin of his inner wrist. “I had a wonderful time. I’ll see you tomorrow. If you need to, you should sleep in until lunch time. We were out rather late tonight, after all. Just tell your friends you need more sleep.”

Harry leaned in and brushed a kiss over Lucius’ cheek. “See you tomorrow. Good night, Lucius.” He said, then gave the portrait of the Fat Lady the password and left the man, shooting him a smile as the portrait hole closed behind him.

Lucius smiled fondly, heading back to his rooms. He was ready to send away for the bouquet he had in mind for Harry, and he knew exactly which vase he wanted to put it in, as well.

Harry was more than worthy of the heirloom vase Lucius had brought with him from the Manor. And it would send a clear message to the Gryffindor that Lucius was deeply invested in their blossoming relationship.

He got into his rooms and sat at his desk, drawing a fresh sheet of parchment toward himself to compile the amended list of flowers he had in mind for Harry’s courting bouquet.

He knew what message he wanted to send: one of love growing from friendship, and the fact that he appreciated the gift of innocence Harry was bringing to their union, though he knew that passion burned just beneath the surface. And, of course, he’d add in his promise of fidelity to the teen. Harry deserved no less.

*****

Harry’s eyes widened as he saw Hedwig and Archimedes heading toward him after he sat down to lunch, a vase full of flowers between them, tied to their legs with silver ribbon.

He flushed as they landed and the whole Gryffindor table fell silent for a few moments, taking in the scene. He cleared his throat and freed the birds, feeding Hedwig some ham from his sandwich and stroking Archimedes’ wing absently.

Harry was about to ask Hermione if she could help him to find out what all the flowers meant, when he felt a hand land on his shoulder.

“Potter.” Draco said with a smirk. “You’ll need me. Shove over.”

Harry sighed, but scooted over to let Draco sit beside him as Archimedes flew off. “Going to help me decode these?” He asked, indicating the flowers.

Draco shrugged. “But of course.” The blond said with a smile. “You’re hopeless; I’ve come to offer my assistance.”

Harry licked his lips. “Alright, so what are they, and what do they mean?” He asked, looking over the bouquet and eating while he waited for Draco to explain the flowers.

Draco hummed. “Well, the one that’s represented most heavily,” He pointed to one, “is alstroemeria. It’s the flower of friendship. However,” He pointed to another flower, “white carnations, while indicating purity, which these calla lilies emphasise, by the way, also denotes pure love, indicating that his feelings are moving away from friendship and towards romantic love. You have two types of iris here,” He said, pointing to the one yellow and two white. “The white symbolises purity, while the yellow one speaks of passion.” Draco eyed Harry thoughtfully. “Hmm, curious, that.” He mused.

Harry’s face flamed.

“The ivy symbolises wedded love, fidelity, affection, and friendship. He added in one bird of paradise, telling you that he’s feeling wonderful and excited anticipation.” Draco smirked at Harry. “All in all, not a bad bouquet. Though I still like mine better.” He said smugly.

Harry smiled. “You would.”

Draco shrugged. “Be sure to cast a preservation spell on it. It’ll last as long as you want it to, that way.” He advised.

Harry nodded. “I will.” He said, picking up the vase.

Draco’s eyes widened. “Hang on a sec!” He narrowed his eyes, then they widened. “Holy mother of Merlin!” He breathed, running a finger over the crest on the vase. “He’s given you an heirloom of our family.” He murmured, then met Harry’s eyes. “This vase has been in our family for nineteen generations.”

Harry’s eyebrow rose. “Really?”

Draco nodded. “That he’s trusting you with this indicates that his feelings are closer to love than I realized.” He told the teen. “He never let this out of his bedroom that I can remember, until now. He never trusted mother with it, but he’s trusting you to keep it safe. That’s big, Harry. Don’t let anyone else touch it.” He said seriously.

Harry nodded. “I’ll put the strongest protection charms on it that I know.” He promised.

Draco watched as Harry headed out of the Great Hall with the bouquet.

“He’s really taken with your father, you know.” Hermione told Draco, shaking him out of his thoughts.

Draco turned to her with a smile. “From what I’ve seen thus far, Father feels the same. They’re an unlikely pair, but I’ve always felt that the two of them would suit each other, all the same. They’ll balance each other out nicely, I believe.” He told her.

Hermione nodded. “I think you’re right. Although it seems like Lucius is really pushing the boundaries of the courtship, and it’s not really proper. I mean, he left a hickey on Harry, for goodness’ sake!” She said, scandalized.

Draco smirked. “Ah, Father’s the type to stretch the rules a bit. According to Sev, he’d never take anything that Harry wasn’t willing to give, but he will eagerly accept whatever’s on offer. Severus has already offered to step in if Harry feels pressured, and he meant it. All Harry would have to do is come to him and request his help. I think, however, that Harry is perfectly fine with the rate at which they’re progressing. He seems happy enough.”

“He has seemed pretty happy these past few weeks.” Hermione agreed. “Besides, he’s a boy, and he’s going through the same raging hormones we all are. I suppose it’s only to be expected that there’s a small amount of impropriety going on. I just hope they don’t take things too far.”

Draco chuckled. “I don’t think you need to worry much about that. Father knows exactly how far the rules can be stretched, and I’m sure he’s being careful to not overstep his bounds. Honestly, the rules leave a lot of room for interpretation, and most couples nowadays take full advantage of it. Pansy and Blaise are still all over each other, and they just passed their fourth date. Unfortunately, they’ll be stalled for a while before Blaise can take her out for their weekend get-away, but I believe they’ll be doing that over Easter break.” He said with a shrug. “Don’t worry so much about Harry. I’m sure Father will respect his boundaries. He’s not the pushy type. Sev’s said that he prefers his partners come to him willingly.”

Hermione smiled. “I suppose it’s not really my place to worry over Harry. He’s an adult, and it’s his life, after all.”

Draco nodded. “Just be there if he needs you, that’s all you can do.” He agreed.

*****

Harry checked to make sure no one was around, then leaned forward and whispered the password to Lucius’ rooms.

He entered and closed the door behind him.

“So, is it my son or my intended?” Lucius’ voice asked from the bathroom.

Harry chuckled. “The second one.”

Lucius leaned out of the doorway to grin at him. “And what brings you here?” He purred.

Harry walked over to sit in Lucius’ favourite chair, inhaling the spicy-sweet scent of cinnamon that clung to the upholstery. “Why did you include that yellow iris in the bouquet?” He asked, as Lucius came out of the room, straightening his cuffs. “Draco noticed it, and probably knows that we’ve been pushing the rules. He could let slip to Hermione, and she’ll kill me.”

Lucius chuckled. “It seemed like the thing to do. I made several allusions through my flower choices to your purity, but there is fire there; there is passion. I’ve seen it. I’ve tasted it.” He murmured, walking over and tracing a finger over Harry’s lips. “You’re pure, yes, but not as chaste as your friend probably believes. There’s no shame in sexual exploration with the one you are planning to marry. It is a natural progression of things. I will cleave only to you while we are together, but that means that you will be the focus of all my attentions and appetites. I am a very sexual man, Harry. As long as you are willing, I have no qualms about taking what you offer me. We will not break the rules of the courtship, I cannot afford to do so, but there is still a lot of leeway there.” He took Harry’s hand and pulled him out of the seat, then sat down and pulled the teen onto his lap.

Harry flushed. “What if she finds out—“

“What?” Lucius cut him off. “That you’re a hot-blooded male? This should hardly be surprising to such a clever witch. I’m sure she can figure out that our association is not all hand-holding and covetous looks. We should not have to hold ourselves back for any sake but our own. If she doesn’t like it, she can ignore it, I’m sure. Much like I’m sure Draco will. I know he doesn’t want to think about what we get up to.” Lucius added in amusement.

Harry snorted. “Oh, he certainly doesn’t.” He agreed with a grin.

Lucius pulled him close and pressed a kiss to Harry’s neck. “I’m growing very attached to you, you know.” He murmured.

Harry smiled. “Oh, you are?” He asked happily.

“I am.” Lucius confirmed. “More and more every day. It helps that you are precisely my type, I suppose.” He mused.

Harry chuckled. “I had noticed that. You seem to be drawn to young men with dark hair. You don’t plan to trade me in for a younger model when I get older, do you?” He asked, only half-joking.

Lucius smirked. “I wouldn’t worry about that. I fear I’m already quite hooked by your scent. Having smelled it, no one else could possibly compare. Your scent calls to me in a way I have never before experienced. You’re the only one for me from now on.” He promised.

Harry smiled widely and nuzzled Lucius’ neck, inhaling the spicy scent of cinnamon deeply, then sighing against the skin as the smell soothed something deep inside him that was growing to crave the man’s attention more and more with every second they spent in each other’s company. “I know exactly what you mean.” He breathed against the man’s skin, before nipping at the length of flesh teasingly.

Lucius hummed, hands flexing around Harry’s waist. “Don’t start something you have no intention of finishing.” He murmured.

Harry chuckled. “Fair enough, I won’t.” He promised.

The door opened and Draco walked in. He saw Harry sitting on Lucius’ lap and blinked in surprise. “Alright, this is new.” He said lightly, walking over to sit in the other chair. “Hello, Harry. Father.”

Lucius chuckled. “Dragon. What brings you here?”

Draco shrugged. “Nothing terribly important. I remember you saying you’d brought some of the journals with you from home. The ones the previous Faurae in our family kept?” He clarified.

Lucius nodded. “I did bring them. Whose, in particular, would you like to look over?” He asked.

Draco pursed his lips, thinking. “I’ll need to borrow… Alphard’s, and… Hubert’s? I think.” He said.

Lucius’ eyebrow lifted. “So I’m guessing you want to look up something specific to submissives?”

“Yes.” Draco drew in a deep breath. “I need to know anything they might have said about moulting. Neither Severus nor I can find any mention of why it happens, and I’d like to be ready for it if it’s ever going to happen again.”

Harry frowned. “Again? When did you moult?” He asked, trying to keep the smile off his face at the thought of the blond losing the feathers he was so fond of.

Draco glared at him. “The day after the wedding.” He grumbled. “It was a lovely start to the honeymoon, let me tell you.”

“Alright, that’s enough information on that!” Harry said loudly, raising his hands in front of his face, as if to ward off further news pertaining to Draco and Severus’ honeymoon.

“I have to agree. I have no wish to discuss my son’s honeymoon, thank you.” Lucius said calmly. “The journals are in the bookcase over there,” He nodded to the small bookcase under his window, “in the bottom row, sorted chronologically.”

Draco knelt, looking over the books and selecting two of the leather tomes. He tucked them into the crook of his arm and nodded to Lucius and Harry. “I’ll bring them back as soon as I’m done reading through them, Father. Good-bye, Harry.” He said amiably, then left.

Harry cocked his head. “So, you have journals that the Faurae in your family kept?” He asked in interest.

Lucius smiled. “Yes. Every Malfoy keeps journals starting from the age of ten. They are private for as long as we live, but once we are dead, the journals are kept in the library and they become the property of the Lord of the Manor, and I decide which ones Draco is allowed to read. When he fledged, I allowed him to read the journals of the previous Faurae in our family, so that he may learn more about what he is, as my Father did for me when I became a Faurae. For dominants, we run a fever when we turn seventeen that is resistant to potions. My father had Severus brew the potion to check for the gene, and it came up positive. That is how Severus knew to check himself when he had the same affliction upon reaching his majority.”

“Interesting. Would you let me read those journals?” Harry asked.

Lucius chuckled. “Only once we marry. They contain secrets pertaining to our Manor and family. But once you become a Malfoy as well, there is no reason to keep them from you.”

Harry grinned. “But not until then?” He checked.

Lucius shook his head. “No, not until then.” He confirmed.

Harry chuckled. “Alright.” He slid off of Lucius’ lap, causing the man to suck in a breath as Harry’s arse slid over his cock, which had taken quite an interest in the teen sitting atop it. “Oops. Sorry about that.” Harry said, flushing.

Lucius closed his eyes and groaned softly. “No harm done. I’ll live.” He said tightly.

Harry leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I’m going to go spend some time with ‘Mione and Ron now. Bye.” He said, then left the room, heading back to Gryffindor Tower.

*****

“That actually makes sense.” Neville said as Ginny and Ron nodded.

Harry frowned. “Why?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Harry, most Pureblood families keep journals, and it’s tradition that the journals become the property of the Head of the family once the person that was keeping them has died. But, since they may contain sensitive details, only family are allowed to read them.” She told him.

Harry cocked his head. “Sensitive details?” He asked.

Neville nodded. “Yes. They may talk about secret passages in the Manor, or secrets that only the Malfoy family is supposed to know.” He explained.

“Oh.” Harry said. “Alright, I get it.”

“Actually, it’s kind of strange that he’d be willing to let you read them at all. Most families don’t let married spouses read them. Only blood family can.” Ginny murmured.

“Yeah, he must really like you, Harry.” Neville commented.

Harry shrugged. “Or something like that.” He agreed. “Anyway, we should probably get to bed. It’s getting kinda late.”

They separated and went into their dormitories. “Good night, Nev. Ron.” Harry said, getting into bed.

“Night, Harry.” Ron and Neville chorused back.
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