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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, Ron and Hermione headed down to the Great Hall. Harry stopped them before they went in. “Remember, I should be receiving courting gloves today. We’re good, right?”
Ron nodded. “Yeah, I suppose so. I mean, you aren’t planning to change who you are for him or anything, are you?” He checked.
Harry laughed, shaking his head. “No. He’ll take me as I am, or not at all.” He told Ron firmly.
“Then everything should be fine.” Ron said with a shrug.
They all sat down and dished up their food, Harry deciding to go with ham instead of bacon.
After a few minutes, the post came in, and Harry looked up expectantly.
A large owl dropped a small box into Harry’s lap, then landed on Harry’s shoulder, holding out a leg with a note attached to it. Harry took the note and opened it, as the owl decided to groom him.
“Harry,
          This is Archimedes. He will not take food for deliveries from anyone save me, but he is very friendly, and I’ve told him that you are to be treated with care, so he will let you pet him if you wish to.
          These gloves will automatically size to fit you when you put them on, and I will expect you to still be wearing them when you come to my class. You may wear them in your first class or not, as you wish, as I understand that wearing them may cause a bit of a stir among the students, your housemates and others alike.
          I will see you in class.
                   I remain,
                             Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
                             Head of the Malfoy Family”
Harry reached up to pet the owl. “Hey, Archimedes. Nice to meet you.” He said.
Archimedes looked down at the box in his lap, pointedly.
Harry laughed. “Alright, alright. Smart bird, you are.” He commented, opening the box and pulling the gloves on.
The gloves were white with the crest of the Malfoy family embroidered on the backs in silver thread. Harry hid a smile. The gloves themselves were almost a mark of ownership, and Harry found that he didn’t mind that Lucius was placing a very clear claim on him with the gloves. He kind of liked the feeling of being his, even if it was only for a short time.
Archimedes inclined his head in approval, then nibbled at Harry’s hair again.
Hermione was watching the owl with a thoughtful look on her face. “You know, I think that’s a Eurasian Eagle Owl. They’re one of the biggest species of owls there are.” She said.
“He’s friendly, if you want to pet him.” Harry offered.
Hermione reached around Ron to stroke a hand down one of Archimedes’ wings. “He’s beautiful. Professor Malfoy has good taste.” She remarked, giving a pointed look to the gloves as she said it.
Harry blushed at the double meaning. He was in good taste? Really?
Archimedes let out a soft hoot, then took wing and flew out of the Great Hall.
Harry watched the owl go, then continued eating his breakfast.
“Why didn’t you offer him some ham?” Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head, placing the rolled-up letter in his pocket. “He doesn’t take food from anyone but Professor Malfoy.” He explained.
“Ah.” Hermione nodded. “That makes sense, I suppose.”
Draco came over and held out a hand to Harry. “Harry, I heard yesterday evening that Father intended to court you. Welcome to the family.” He said warmly.
Harry smiled and took his hand, shaking it briefly. “Thanks. I’m sure we’ll be very happy together.” He said.
Draco’s eyes shone with mirth. “Oh, I’m sure. Just remember:” He leaned down so that his mouth was close to Harry’s ear, and whispered, “Father’s not too keen on rules. Don’t let him break them too much, or the bonding spells won’t take properly.” He winked and sauntered away.
Harry flushed and glanced up at the head table. Professor Malfoy was watching him in approval. He inclined his head and raised his glass to Harry.
Harry nodded back, then resumed eating.
*****
“Mr. Potter, please stay after for a moment. I’d like to have a word with you.” Lucius’ voice rang out.
Harry put his things away, staying seated as the rest of the class filed out, most of the students whispering and a few giggling as they shot glances at Harry and their Professor.
When the last student had left, Lucius walked up to Harry’s desk and traced the crest on one of the gloves, leaning his hip on the desk. “So, it begins.” He murmured, then raised his eyes to Harry’s face. “We will be the topic of much discussion for the foreseeable future, I fear. Will you be able to bear it?” He asked.
Harry licked his lips. “Sir, I’m always the topic of much discussion here. I’m pretty used to it. It should really be me asking you that question.” He said in amusement.
Lucius chuckled. “I’ve been the subject of much gossip in my time, as well. The Malfoy family has always been influential. Luckily, this time around the relationship is one I will find more bearable than the last.” He said softly, then smiled. “We’d better get to lunch. You can take the gloves off now. No matter what happens in the future between us, those gloves are yours to keep. I hope that we will create some happy memories to go with them.” He mused, raising a hand to run his fingers over Harry’s cheek. “It’s really a pity I can’t kiss you, but I suppose the anticipation will make it all the sweeter when we finally do.” He said, then stood up straight. “Can I escort you to the Great Hall?” He asked, holding out a hand.
Harry took the gloves off and slipped them into his pocket, then took Lucius’ hand. “I think I’d like that.” He said with a smile.
Lucius led him out of the room and down the stairs. “I would like to take you out in two weeks’ time. You will need dress robes. I suspect you do not have any with you, so I am giving you this Hogsmeade weekend to purchase some. You’d do best to get two sets of robes, as we will be going out to more than one place that will require them. If you need help picking some out, I’m sure Draco would love the opportunity to help you. He adores shopping, and loves to help find clothes for his friends.”
Harry flushed. “Alright. You’re right, I don’t have any dress robes, so I’ll need to buy some.”
Lucius chuckled as they entered the Great Hall. “You look very cute when you blush, Mr. Potter. I look forward to seeing it more.” He said, brushing a kiss over Harry’s knuckles before bowing and making his way up to the Head table.
Harry smiled and walked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down next to Hermione.
“You look happy.” She remarked.
“I am. Our first date is in two weeks, so I need to get some dress robes when we go to Hogsmeade on Saturday.” He explained.
Ron made a face. “He’s taking you to some posh restaurant, isn’t he?” He asked in distaste.
Harry shrugged. “I didn’t ask where we’re going. It’s not really that important to me.”
“I’m sure wherever he takes you will be lovely.” Hermione told him with a smile. “At least I can be happy for you.” She said, shooting Ron a glare.
“I’m happy for him!” Ron protested. “I just also think Malfoy’s the type to flaunt his wealth!”
Ginny snorted. “Well, Harry’s pretty well-to-do, himself. He just isn’t really the type to spend his money on frivolous things, is all.” She pointed out. “After all, he inherited the Black vaults when Sirius passed, and we all know he was loaded.”
Harry sighed. “I haven’t checked that vault. I probably should.” He mused.
Ginny sighed. “Everyone around me is pairing up. What about me?” She asked wistfully.
Neville flushed. “Well, I suppose now would be a good time to ask if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday.” He said, looking at her hopefully.
Ginny grinned widely. “I’d love to, Nev!” She said happily, then hugged him. “How long have you been waiting to ask me?” She asked teasingly.
Neville flushed. “A long time.” He mumbled, ducking his head.
Ron glared at him. “Be good to my little sister, Neville. Or else.” He warned.
Neville met his eyes, his flush fading. “I promise you, I’ll treat her like a princess, Ron. I’ll do right by her.”
Ron nodded. “You’d better.” He said in satisfaction.
Ginny sighed. “Ron, don’t start. You can trust Neville, you know that!”
“I’m your older brother, it’s my job to be protective!” Ron protested.
Hermione laughed. “Ron, just calm down. Neville’s a gentleman, he’ll be great for Ginny. Besides, if all of our friends are paired off, we can get some time alone this weekend.” She reminded him.
Harry snorted. “I’m probably going to be stuck shopping with a Malfoy. Lucius said Draco would be willing to help me out.”
Ron grimaced. “I feel for you.” He said.
Harry laughed. “I know, I’m going to regret it before the day is through.”
*****
Harry and Draco walked through the door together, already discussing the fact that Harry needed to get dress robes.
“Well, you’ve come to the right person. I need to stop by Scrivenshaft’s, but after that, we can go dress robe hunting.” Draco assured Harry.
Lucius looked up as the door shut and both teens let their wings out. He did a double-take, then sighed. “Of course, I should have expected as much.” He said heavily, looking Draco over.
Draco frowned. “What?” He asked.
Lucius conjured a mirror in front of Draco and behind him. “Look at your wings, Dragon.” He said softly.
Draco looked them over, his mouth forming an ‘o’ of surprise as he took in his markings. “They’ve changed.” He breathed, tracing them, then bringing one hand up to cover his mark. “I suppose it’s because I’m mated, now.”
“Come to think of it…” Harry leaned in and sniffed. “You smell a bit like him, too. It’s like an add-on to your scent.”
Lucius nodded. “He should. When a submissive Faurae is claimed, their scent changes a bit. They gain the scent markers of their dominant, to warn off other dominants that may wish to claim the submissive. I had no idea, however, that his markings would also change.”
Draco hummed, tracing the swirling patterns. “That explains the molting.” He mused to himself, then straightened. “Alright, while this is interesting, we are here to learn how to use wandless magic.” He reminded the other two.
Lucius nodded and vanished the mirrors. “Quite right, Dragon. Both of you, wands on the desk. Remember, you’re trying to focus your magic in your wand hand as you cast.”
Harry nodded as he placed his wand on the desk, thinking back to the practice he’d had over the break. He’d been working on consciously directing his magic into one hand or the other, but he had no idea if he was doing it right.
Draco stepped back, looking to Harry. “I’m going to admit that I was a bit preoccupied over the break, and I didn’t practice moving my magic much. I worked on it a little, but it was nowhere near the amount of time I should have spent on it.” He said, flushing. “Why don’t you try first?”
Harry squared his shoulders, flung his wand hand out, and spoke clearly: “Accio wand!”
His wand twitched and rolled toward him. He blinked. “Okay, so I’m at least on the right track.” He said.
Lucius smiled. “Very good. Draco, give it a try. The worst you can do is the same as you were doing before. You can’t have gotten any worse, as not using it will not cause one to lose the ability. With training, you will get better, but once you’ve made some progress, that amount of ability will stay with you forever.” He told the two.
Draco took a deep breath, raised his left hand and called out: “Accio wand!” It twitched, and Draco sighed. “I probably should have practiced some more.” He admitted.
Harry focused on trying to get as much magic as he could to pool in his right hand, then held it out again, directing the magic into his fingertips. “Accio wand!” He shouted, and the wand flew into his hand.
He stared at it in shock. “I did it.” He whispered, then he grinned. “I did it!” He said excitedly.
Draco huffed. “Bravo.” He drawled, obviously put-out. “Accio wand!” He tried again. The wand twitched, but didn’t do any more than that.
“Try to force your magic into your fingers as you cast. That’s what I did.” Harry said helpfully.
Draco glanced at him, then fixed his gaze on his wand, looking determined. “Accio wand! Dammit!” He snapped, stomping his foot impatiently.
“Throwing a temper tantrum will not help you achieve wandless magic, Draco. And kindly watch your mouth, please. Cursing is unbecoming of a gentleman.” Lucius told his son sternly. “Just because Mr. Potter managed it first does not make you any less of a wizard. It just means he’s taking to this easier than you, no more than that. Keep trying, and keep calm.”
“Well, how did you manage it the first time?!” Draco asked, rounding on his father.
Lucius smirked. “I had help. I had already seen my own magical core, so I visualized it and the pathways that led off of it, to my hand, and guided the magic from my core to my hand, and then cast.”
Draco frowned. “Well, how do I see my magical core? There’s a spell for that, right?” He asked.
Lucius sighed, but nodded. “It’s a healing spell first and foremost, but as Potions Masters are required to have some Healer training to reach the level of Mastery, Severus could cast it on you, if you ask. I have no idea if he would, however. When he cast it on me, we were both young, and curious enough to disregard the inherent risks involved with the spell. We were lucky nothing went wrong.” He finished.
Draco bit his lip, brow furrowed. “What could go wrong, worst-case scenario?” He asked.
Lucius frowned. “His magic could overpower yours, burn out your magical core and pathways, and leave you a squib. Permanently. Or the experience could strip you of your sanity.” He answered.
Draco blanched. “And if it didn’t?” He asked, softer this time.
“His magic would intermingle with yours, travelling along the pathways of magic throughout your body, and returning to your magical core. It had the added benefit, for me, of making me more in tune with my magic, but the risks are not to be taken lightly. Severus is powerful. Luckily, I am of a comparable level, magically speaking.” Lucius told his son.
Draco looked down at his feet, obviously considering his choices, wand hand flexing as he thought.
‘I’m a sub, I’m magically stronger than him. I could take it, I know I could. I just have to convince him…’ He sighed. ‘And if I’m wrong about this, I’d become a squib. Would he even want me then?’ He looked back up and flung out his hand again. “Accio wand!” It twitched. “That’s it, I’m asking him to cast the spell on me!” He snarled, stalking up to the desk and snatching his wand off of it, then leaving the room in a huff.
Harry turned to Lucius with an eyebrow raised. “Do you really think he’ll do it? I mean, he could become a squib—“
“He won’t.” Lucius interrupted.
Harry frowned. “Well, I don’t know about that, he seemed pretty determined to me—“
“He won’t become a squib.” Lucius clarified.
Harry snapped his mouth shut. Then, his eyes narrowed. “How can you know for sure?” He asked quietly, looking into the man’s eyes.
Lucius sighed, walking to his chair and sinking into it. “Faurae are a peculiar race, Mr. Potter.” He began softly. “We are one of few magical creatures that actually grow functional wings, or at least, the submissives do, both parties give each other a claiming mark, when usually the marking goes one way only, sub to dominant, or a dominant to their submissive, and, this is how I know he will be fine: the submissives are more magically powerful than the dominants. Draco is stronger magically than I am, so he will be fine if Severus casts the spell on him.” He finished.
Harry relaxed. “Oh. Do you think Snape will see it that way?”
Lucius smiled. “He’ll likely take me to his office for a talk at some point tomorrow and proceed to yell at me for putting the idea into Draco’s head. I am prepared for that eventuality.” He met Harry’s eyes. “I will meet with Draco alone on Wednesday, as he will need more time to manage a wandless summoning charm. Good night, Mr. Potter. Sleep well.”
Harry smiled. “Good night, Sir.” He said, then left the room, heading back to Gryffindor Tower.
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