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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 sat down at the table seconds before Harry entered the Great Hall.

“Lucius.” Severus’ voice held a clear warning.

“Yes?” Lucius asked in mild curiosity, picking up his fork and beginning to eat.

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose to ward off a headache. “Pray, tell me, why does Potter have another hickey on his neck this morning?”

Lucius bit back a smile. “Because I wasn’t allowed to kiss him last night.” He responded evenly.

Severus sighed. “Where was he when he got the hickey?”

“My rooms.” Lucius answered in the same measured tone.

“And why was he in your rooms? I assume he was unaccompanied?” Severus was gritting his teeth.

Lucius nodded. “He was. I daresay you will know why on Monday evening.” He replied, as if they were talking about the weather.

Severus frowned. “What?” He asked, clearly taken aback by Lucius’ response.

“As I said,” Lucius stated slowly, “you will know on Monday. It has to do with his connection to the Queen.” The man said in an undertone.

The wind was completely taken out of Severus’ sails by that statement. It has something to do with his Royal blood. The man relaxed. So there was a good reason for Harry to be in Lucius’ rooms, most likely. “I see. Well, then. Just try to control yourself next time.” He said flatly.

Lucius hummed and nodded. “It won’t happen again.” He promised. “Incidentally, where did you take Draco for your final date to make sure that no kissing took place in public?” He asked.

Severus chuckled. “It was a private lunch at Prince Manor. The kissing was inside, where only my house-elf could have seen. We were quite out of the public eye.” The man answered in amusement. “I’d advise going the same route with your Intended. I doubt he wants pictures of your first kiss splashed all over the Prophet.”

“Well, we came to an agreement that they’ll leave him alone, but let’s not leave anything to chance. I could do something like that…” Lucius murmured, thinking.

*****

“I want Pippa and Tippy there tonight to clean it and air it out.” Lucius instructed. Kittle, his head elf, nodded frantically, his ears flapping wildly.

“Kittle will sends them, Master Malfoy! Can Kittle be doing anything else for Master?” The elf asked.

Lucius shook his head. “No, just make sure everything is ready by five-thirty PM local time. Local time there, not here.” He specified, to make sure the elf didn’t make any mistakes.

“Yes, Master!” Kittle said, nodding.

“Good. Carry on with whatever you were doing before I called.” Lucius said, then ended the Floo call. Everything was set up for their final date. All he had left to do was tell Harry when to be ready.

He picked up the box of little cinnamon candies. He’d bought three, and was saving the last one for a special occasion, but Harry had run out some time ago, and Lucius felt he was due a second box.

He pocketed the box and wrote a short note, then headed for the Owlery.

*****

Harry had just taken his first bite of mashed potatoes when Archimedes flew in the window toward him. He smiled and stroked the owl when it alighted on his shoulder. “Hey, boy. What do you have for me today?” He asked, taking the small note and the box of candies.

He opened the note.

“Tomorrow, eleven-thirty AM, my rooms. Dress for warm weather.”

Harry smiled. A lunch date. That was cute, and not exactly Lucius’ style. He probably had gotten help with the idea from someone.

But, it would give them plenty of time for kissing afterward.

Hermione looked at the box. “More candies?”

Harry smiled and opened the box. “Yeah.” He said simply, taking one and putting it in his mouth.

Hermione nodded at the note. “Last date tomorrow? Or Sunday?” She asked as Archimedes nuzzled Harry and took off.

“Tomorrow, actually. At eleven-thirty. A lunch date.” He said happily.

Hermione flushed. “Oh, right. It’s your last, isn’t it?” She asked hesitantly.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, we’ll only be kissing. Nothing too scandalous.” Harry said, mentally crossing his fingers.

“You know what, you don’t have to tell me. Things are getting more serious now, I understand.” Hermione told him.

“Well, I still want to hear details!” Ginny said sharply. “Don’t talk him out of sharing!”

Harry grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you about the good parts if you want. If there are any.” He promised.

Ginny smiled widely at him. “Thank you, Harry. You’re a doll.”

Harry smiled and set to eating his dinner.

*****

Harry quickly hid his memories of the day and summoned up the floaty, dreamy feeling he was now used to before he knocked on the door to Lucius’ classroom.

“Enter, Mr. Potter.” Lucius’ voice called out.

Harry walked into the classroom. Lucius was sitting in the centre of the room, with his eyes closed.

Harry walked over to stand opposite him and the man opened his eyes and stood in one fluid motion. He drew his wand and bowed to Harry.

Harry bowed back.

“This time,” Lucius said, a small smirk spreading across his face, “we will be trying to force our way into each others’ minds. The first one to access a memory or fantasy of the other’s, wins.” He said lightly.

Harry nodded. “Alright.”

“Begin.” Lucius said, and cast.

Harry rolled out of the way and cast his own ‘Legilimens,’ but Lucius’ mental shields proved too strong for him. While he was trying to get into Lucius’ mind, he could feel Lucius probing his own, trying to get in.

Harry focused on keeping him out for a few minutes, then cast another ‘Legilimens,’ and got to the barrier Lucius used. He turned into a canon and was about to fire, when he was suddenly in his last wet dream, writhing in his bonds as Lucius kissed his body, teasing him, bestowing kisses everywhere except where he really wanted them: his cock.

Harry pushed him out and groaned. “Damn.” He panted.

Lucius smirked. “No, I didn’t let up for a second, and you managed to force me back out with me using every last bit of strength I had to hold on. You didn’t let me see the entirety of the dream. That’s progress. It’s good. I’ll tell Severus, and both of us will test you during class. You will have to Occlude while also concentrating on your classwork, so it will be a good test of whether or not you’ve gotten good enough at this to do it while fighting the Dark Lord. You must learn to split your attention before I will feel sanguine about letting you face him again.”

“Alright.” Harry agreed. “And this way, Professor Prince can’t do more than sneer at me if he gets through. It’s not like he can yell at me and call me names in front of the whole class.”

“No.” Lucius agreed. “He cannot, which is the only reason I’m letting him help at all, and that’s why it will only be in this manner. Now, you got my letter at dinner, I noticed.”

Harry flushed. “Um, yes. A lunch date?” He asked in a teasing tone.

Lucius smiled. “I need to take you somewhere private, and I have a perfect place in mind for our first kiss. Or our first few kisses, if things should go well.” He purred.

Harry licked his lips. “Oh, I really hope they do.” He breathed.

“As do I. For now, get back to your dormitory. I seem to remember a certain Defence Professor assigning your class fourteen inches, and I highly doubt you’ve finished it yet.” Lucius said, gently herding Harry toward the door.

Harry sighed. “You’re a horrible tease. Getting me all worked up and sending me back to my friends in this state.” He groused playfully.

“I’ve done nothing of the sort.” Lucius denied, leaning down to place a kiss over Harry’s hickey. “Now, go.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” Harry left the room. “See you tomorrow.” He said from the doorway.

Lucius inclined his head. “I will see you then, Harry.” He said warmly, before closing the door.

Harry sighed, but headed toward Gryffindor Tower. Lucius was right; he still had homework to do before tomorrow.

*****

Harry left for Lucius’ room ten minutes before their date, after Hermione had finished lecturing him on how to tell Lucius ‘no’ if he began to push for more than Harry was ready for.

She wasn’t to blame, Harry knew. She had no idea just how far they had already gone, but she was going to make him late! The thought didn’t bear thinking about, Harry decided, as he ran toward Lucius’ rooms. He skidded to a stop outside the door, panting, and wheezed the password.

Lucius looked up. “There you are! Come on, hurry!” He urged the teen.

Harry kicked the door closed behind himself, grabbing hold of the necklace the man was holding.

“Sorry.” Harry panted. “Hermione.”

Lucius nodded. “I was worried you wouldn’t be here in time, the Portkey only has one trip keyed into it.” He explained.

Harry looked at it. It was a small necklace, silver-chained, and it was shaped like a large teardrop. It was made of turquoise.

“It’s pretty.” Harry said.

Lucius smiled. “Once we finish using it as a Portkey, I meant to give it to you. I’m glad you like it.”

Harry didn’t have time to answer before there was a jerk behind his navel, and the world around him dissolved into a dizzying swirl of colours.

Harry stumbled when they landed, but Lucius’ arm darted out and grabbed hold of his shoulder, holding him steady. “Thanks.” Harry said.

Lucius shook his head. “Not a problem, Harry. I enjoy doing what I can to help you, and you injuring yourself on one of our dates would likely leave a bad taste in both of our mouths.” He told the teen.

Harry looked around. They were on a beach, on a small island that had what looked to be a one-bedroom cottage on it. There was a hammock swinging from two trees a few feet past where the sand ended, and there was a small table set with taper candles and covered dishes sitting on the veranda of the house. “Wow.” Harry breathed. “You set all this up for me?” He asked in wonder. “Where are we, anyway?”

Lucius smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist. “A small island off the coast of Indonesia. The island has belonged to the Malfoy family for two hundred years now, give or take a decade and a half. The Indonesians have mostly forgotten that we’re here, except for the magical communities, and they don’t pay us any mind. We keep to our business and don’t stray beyond this little slice of heaven, and they keep to theirs. We have several spells making up the Wards on the island; the entire place is safe from surveillance of any kind, and there are Muggle-repelling charms set several hundred feet out. No one will see us while we are here, save my house-elves. These ones, unlike Dobby, are faultlessly loyal to me and Draco.”

“Yeah, sorry about him. But he really didn’t like you, and you were mean to him.” Harry defended his twelve-year-old self’s actions.

Lucius snorted. “I had to be; that house-elf was mad. Wanting pay and days off.” He sneered.

Harry cocked an eyebrow and eyed him. “And you couldn’t have let one of your house-elves have vacation time? You have several, if I’m right.”

“I’m afraid I’m not as progressive in my house-elf handling as you.” Lucius said in clear amusement. “Now, let’s eat. It’s nearing sunset, and the sun disappearing into the water is a lovely sight you won’t want to miss.”

Harry sighed, but gave up on convincing Lucius that house-elves deserved pay and vacation time. He’d just have to learn to pick his battles wisely, because there were some things Lucius just wouldn’t do.

Lucius pulled out Harry’s chair for him and walked around the table to take his own. He waved his wand to light the two candles and they both lifted the lids on their lunch.

*****

Harry licked the last of the chocolate mousse off of his spoon and smiled at Lucius. “So, how long are we supposed to wait before we can kiss?” He asked, glancing at the half of the sun still peeking over the horizon.

Lucius returned the smile. “Technically, we are supposed to wait until the ‘date’ portion of the day is over, and, well… That was it.” He said lightly.

Within seconds, Harry was out of his chair and walking around the table. He yanked Lucius’ chair back and planted himself in the man’s lap.

Lucius’ already wide eyes widened further as Harry wrapped his arms around Lucius’ neck, buried his hands in the man’s hair, and leaned in. “Kiss me, you bloody fool!” He urged before Lucius’ brain caught up.

Lucius growled, eyes narrowing. He tugged the teen forward the last few inches separating them and claimed his mouth.

Harry moaned as Lucius’ tongue explored his mouth, the taste of the man nearly drowned out by chocolate. He tasted of coffee and Firewhiskey, although Harry wasn’t sure if that was actual Firewhiskey or just a combination of his natural cinnamon pheromones and a different, more expensive drink that Harry just hadn’t sampled for himself yet. There was also a hint of darkness there, something rich and seductive, but foreign to Harry. Harry tried to participate in the kiss, but he learned within seconds it was best to just let the man explore his mouth and join in when their tongues met, when trying to dominate the kiss himself was met with a growl from the blond.

‘Okay, so let him lead, I can do that.’ Harry thought, immediately followed by, ‘This kiss is waay better than Cho or Ginny! God, I think my brain is actually melting!’

Lucius was enjoying the taste of Harry. He tasted of innocence, his lips soft and tentative. He’d grow out of that, probably someday soon, Lucius knew. He also tasted sweeter than all of his previous lovers. There was a hint of caramel there, as Lucius had suspected there would be. Paired with the taste of their dessert, Lucius was reminded of the chocolates Harry had bought for him, and resolved to ask Draco which they were and get some more for himself.

Lucius’ tongue finally slowed, before the man separated their lips and nipped at Harry’s bottom lip. “Brazen.” He pressed a short, sweet kiss to Harry’s lips. “Little.” Another kiss. “Brat.” He smirked. “Don’t call me a fool.” He said, laughter in his voice.

Harry mock-pouted. “Well, you were just staring at me; what was I supposed to do?!”

“Give me a moment to assimilate the fact that there was a pert arse planted in my lap before expecting my higher brain function to kick back in, perhaps?” Lucius suggested, sliding his hands under the aforementioned arse and massaging the globes.

Harry scoffed. “And miss the opportunity to have my first male kiss be on a private island at sunset?! Yeah, no thanks, I’m going for maximum bragging value, here.” He joked. “Plus, it’s romantic.” He said seriously, leaning in for another quick kiss before he added, “That’s a story I’m going to love telling our kids.”

Lucius chuckled. “Gryffindor.” He teased.

Harry huffed, then grinned. “Sugar daddy.” He shot back.

“I am n…” Lucius paused for a moment, then one eyebrow quirked upwards. “I suppose I am, aren’t I? Huh, imagine that.” He mused.

“And I’m your kept boy.” Harry teased, leaning in to run his tongue over Lucius’ lips. “Mm, it’s a good thing you’re rich and good-looking. I have rather high standards, you see.”

Lucius chuckled. “Oh, do you?” He asked. “Here, get up, let’s move this somewhere else so that the house-elves can clean up.” He suggested.

Harry stood and Lucius got up, grabbing Harry’s hand and tugging him toward the hammock.

“Have you ever been in a hammock, my dear Harry?” Lucius asked, sitting down on it.

Harry shook his head and Lucius kicked his shoes off and let go of his hand to remove his socks. He swung his legs up onto the hammock and cocked his head, watching Harry.

“Well? Come on, get your shoes off and climb on.” He said, scooting over and patting the hammock beside him.

Harry took his shoes and socks off, eyeing the hanging netting with trepidation. “Won’t it collapse under both our weight?” He asked nervously.

Lucius snorted. “This is a two-person hammock, Harry. Unless you weigh considerably more than me, which you don’t, we’ll be fine.” He said in amusement. Now, climb on and stargaze with me for awhile. I promise I don’t bite unless we both decide it’s what we want.” He teased.

“Fine.” Harry climbed in the hammock and they spent a restless few minutes rearranging limbs and swinging before they got situated with Lucius’ arm under Harry’s head and pressed against the teen’s outer side, holding him close.

Harry smiled, looking up at the darkening sky where stars were beginning to become apparent. “The moon’s nearly full.” Harry said wistfully.

Lucius hummed. “Yes, three days from now. Did you know that the phase of the moon is always the same, no matter where in the world you are? Of course, from this hemisphere, it seems to be waxing and waning backward, but it is still in the same phases, nevertheless.” The man added.

“I didn’t know that.” Harry said in surprise, turning his head to look at Lucius. “How do you know that?” He asked.

“When I was a teenager,” Lucius began, “I took an interest in Werewolves, and all things lunar, for a few years. During this time, my family spent summers in various places. We’d move each month, on the day of the new moon. I realized that no matter where we went, the moon always stayed in the same phase it was when we had left, that it hadn’t changed much with our location. Now, that’s just one of the many useless bits of trivia and minutiae I carry around in my head.” He said.

He and Harry both stared up at the stars, content to spend a few hours together, safe and secure, as night fell and their little slice of heaven cooled around them.
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