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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, wake up.”

Harry opened his eyes to find Lucius leaning over him, a soft smile on his face as he stroked Harry’s cheek with one finger. Harry smiled up at him. “Mm, hi.” He mumbled.

Lucius chuckled. “Hello. We need to get ready to go back. The Portkey activates in fifteen minutes.”

Harry groaned and sat up. He was reaching for his shoes when Lucius stopped him and pressed a slow, deep kiss to his lips.

“I spent far too long not being allowed to kiss those delicious lips. We have a lot of time to make up for.” He teased with a smile.

Harry flushed and laughed softly. “I suppose so.” He put his shoes and socks on as Lucius did the same beside him, then spent an interesting several seconds trying to escape from the hammock gracefully and failing, as it dropped him on hands and knees in front of a softly chuckling Lucius.

When they were ready, they stood in front of the cottage holding the necklace between their bodies. “We’ll come back here once the Dark Lord is dead, if we choose to stay together. Even if we don’t, I would be amenable to your company here. It’s just that… There is only one bed in the cottage.” Lucius explained sheepishly. “If we decide to go our separate ways, sharing a bed again could be… Awkward. At best.”

Harry pressed his lips to Lucius’ to stop the flow of words. “Shh.” He whispered against the man’s lips. “I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with you. We’ll be well past that point by then. Even if we’re not technically together, if you bring me here again, you might get lucky.” He teased lightly.

Lucius smiled, but had no time to respond before the Portkey was activating, and they sped back to Hogwarts.

They landed in Lucius’ rooms and Harry stumbled, Lucius catching him. “So, what time is it?” Harry asked.

“Four. You had a bit of a nap after star-gazing.” Lucius answered in amusement.

Harry grinned. “I can’t help it. You’re the one that took me on an outdoor date at night. Night-time tends to make me sleepy.” He said simply.

Lucius nodded. “Duly noted. You were adorable in sleep, by the way.” He replied. “Anyway, this is for you. As a memento.” He said, handing the necklace over.

Harry smiled and slipped it over his head, tucking it away under his shirt. “Thank you. It’ll be a nice keepsake.” He said, then stood up on tiptoe to press a kiss to Lucius’ lips. “Mm. Now, I have a few friends who want to know the details of my first kisses with a man, so I have to go and gossip.” He said with a smile.

Lucius chuckled. “Make sure you embellish the act with tales of my magnificent kissing prowess.” He told the teen.

Harry chuckled. “I won’t have to. You’re quite the accomplished kisser. I was very impressed. I’m afraid you may have ruined me for other men already.” He said lightly, then left the room.

*****

As soon as Harry walked in through the portrait hole, he was ambushed by Ginny.

“Come on, Neville’s already up in the dormitory with Hermione, they left me down here to wait for you. You took forever to get back!” She told him impatiently, pulling on his hand and heading for the stairs.

Harry went along with her, laughing. “Stop pulling on me, Gin, I’m coming! Let go, and let’s get up there. I’ll tell you all about it.” He promised.

Ginny grinned. “Too right, you will. I want to know everything you just spent the last four and a half hours doing.”

They walked into the dormitory and found Hermione and Neville seated on Harry’s bed, playing exploding snap.

Hermione gathered up the cards, putting them away, and looked attentively at Harry as he sat down, nudging her over so he could recline against his pillow.

“So?” Hermione asked. “How did it go?”

Harry smiled and sighed happily. “It was wonderful. He took me to a private island—“

Ginny gasped. “He owns an island?!” She breathed, eyes wide.

Harry nodded. “Off the coast of Indonesia. We ate, and when we finished the meal, the sun was in the middle of setting. I asked how long we had to wait to kiss, and he told me that lunch was all he really had planned for the ‘date’ part of the day, so I got up and sat in his lap and told him to kiss me.”

Ginny squealed. “Your first kiss with him was at sunset?! That’s so romantic!” She gushed, falling back onto the foot of his bed, hands clasped over her heart.

“Not only that; it was my first kiss with any male. I’d only kissed you and Cho, remember.” He told Ginny.

Ginny sat back up. “How was it?” She asked eagerly.

Harry sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “It was amazing! You know how they say that if a kiss is particularly good, you can see fireworks?” He asked.

Hermione and Ginny nodded, while Neville just looked on in curiosity.

“Well, I did.” Harry confirmed. “He was so dominant, he was mapping out my mouth with his tongue liked he was memorizing it, and he actually growled at me when I tried to kiss him back, which was really hot, by the way…” Harry moaned softly at the memory of Lucius growling at him, sending shivers down his spine and making him surprisingly hard.

He apparently had a bit of a kink for growling.

Ginny giggled. “Well, we can tell you liked it.” She teased, glancing down at his crotch pointedly. “How did Luscious feel about the kiss?”

Harry chuckled. “Well, considering the fact that afterward he grabbed my arse and started to squeeze it and massage it through my trousers, I’d say he wasn’t disappointed by it.” He said lightly.

Hermione blushed while Ginny leaned forward with shining eyes.

“Did he do anything else?” Ginny asked.

“No.” Harry shook his head. “He took me over to the two-person hammock he had and we spent a while star-gazing and snuggling. After about an hour, I fell asleep. He let me nap until it was almost time to leave. He woke me up just in time to Portkey back. And he gave me this,” he pulled the necklace out and showed it to them, “as a memento. It was our Portkey.” He told them.

Ginny smiled. “That’s sweet.” She said.

Harry smiled. “It is. He’s really good to me.”

“I’m glad.” Hermione said quietly. “You deserve to be pampered and happy. But if he ever hurts you—“

“You’ll come riding to my rescue?” Harry guessed with a wide smile at her. “Really, Hermione, he’s not going to do anything I don’t want him to. He’s proven by now that I can trust him.”

Hermione smiled. “Yeah, it looks like you’re right.” She reached over to lay a hand on his knee. “I’m really happy for you, Harry. Don’t let him get away if you love him.”

“I think I do, Hermione.” Harry told her. “I really do.” He repeated, mostly to himself.

Ginny grabbed Neville’s hand. “Well, Neville and I will see you at dinner. Bye!” She chirped happily, pulling Neville after her as she left the room.

Harry snorted and Hermione blushed. “Are they going to—“

“Don’t ask, because I’m sworn to secrecy, and I can’t tell you anything.” Harry interrupted.

Hermione blinked. “Oh.” She said in a small voice. “Yes, Ron would be furious, and I can’t lie to him.” She said pragmatically.

Harry smiled wryly. “He would. So better to just ignore things you may see or hear in this room, or the common room, or… Well, anywhere that Ron isn’t at the time.”

Hermione nodded. “Point taken. So, did you have any homework left to do?” She asked.

Harry nodded. “A little bit. Let’s get to working on it.” He said, getting up to dig his books out of his trunk.

*****

Harry came to where the portal usually was. Ana was there, dressed in dark colours.

“Hello, little Harry. I need you to put this on your hand.” She told him, holding out a ring.

Harry put it on and it resized to fit him.

“That ring connects to this necklace.” She said, holding out the pendant on the chain around her neck. “If you manage to get lost, this necklace will track that ring, and I will be able to find you with it.”

Harry nodded. “Alright.”

“I will hang back several yards, giving you the privacy you’ll need for your unicorn to approach you. Just find the place you were in during your dream and wait, and the unicorn should show up fairly quickly. They tend to frequent certain clearings, and they will know when someone is waiting for them.” She said softly.

“So..?”

“Go now.” Ana urged, and Harry nodded once and set off, looking for the clearing he knew he’d recognize.

He wandered for fifteen minutes, looking around for clearings and dismissing them when they didn’t look familiar. After about twenty minutes of searching, he finally found the one from his dream and sat just at the edge of it, waiting patiently.

He didn’t have to wait long before a unicorn foal that was nearing its adulthood, just like the one in his dream, stepped into the clearing, looking around curiously.

Harry watched it, and when it noticed him, it seemed to come alive, tossing it head and prancing around lightly, as if it wanted to play. Harry smiled and made sure he was breathing lightly, trying to not make any noise, lest he scare the timid creature away.

The foal took a few more steps, coming closer to Harry, and Harry watched its mother enter the clearing behind it. She was a beautiful silvery mare, and kept a watchful eye on her rambunctious foal.

The foal danced a few feet closer, and Harry held out a hand, waiting for the foal to come to him. His heart was pounding in excitement, and he was scarcely breathing.

The foal came closer and stopped about four feet away, dancing on its hooves a bit before it stilled, and looked at Harry closely, seeming to debate whether it wanted to step closer or not.

Harry watched the foal watching him, then let out a slow breath as the foal stepped closer and pressed its nose into Harry’s hand.

A strange tingle ran up Harry’s arm and wound its way into his heart, and then he heard a faint voice in his head. “…You hear me? Can you hear me now? Faurae, can you hear me?”

“Yes.” Harry breathed. “I can hear you.”

The foal was a girl, and her voice was sounding in Harry’s mind, high and sweet. She sounded… Pure. Sweet and melodious, her voice stirred every protective instinct in Harry, and he knew in that instant that he could never let her come to harm. She was something precious, and hurting her was anathema to him, more than anything else ever was or could be, save harming his own children.

“My name is Harry.” He told her. “What’s yours?”

The foal whinnied and tossed her head, dislodging his hand. “I am,” here she made a complicated series of whinnies and huffs, “but you may give me a human name if you can’t pronounce that.” She told him.

Harry chuckled. “Thank you. I’m afraid I won’t be able to pronounce that at all. How about… Moonbeam? Do you like that?”

The foal huffed and danced around a bit. “Moonbeam…” She said consideringly. “Yes, I like that. That will do nicely.” She decided.

Harry pet her a few times and then told her, “I have to get back now, but I promise I’ll come and spend time with you as often as I can. Could I bring my mate to meet you?” He asked.

Moonbeam danced a bit. “You may introduce me to your mate, but he or she may not approach me. Only you can. I will look at them, though. I can tell what kind of person a human is when I see them. You are mostly pure, though you have the capacity for great evil within you. I don’t think you will ever do true evil.”

Harry shifted nervously. “My mate has done evil things in the past, but he has since repented and he no longer likes to commit evil acts, though he sometimes must.” He explained.

Moonbeam examined Harry closely.

“I will look into his soul, and what I see there will determine how I look at him from now on.” She allowed.

Harry smiled. “That’s all I can ask.” He agreed.

He left her and headed back toward the portal, meeting up with Ana.

“A beautiful young foal. Boy or girl?” She asked.

Harry smiled. “She’s a girl. I’ve named her Moonbeam. Her real name is something I can’t quite pronounce.” He said in amusement.

Ana laughed. “Oh, it always is.” She agreed with him. “She’s lovely. My first was a girl, too. Her name was Starlight. We always go for the fanciful names with our first unicorn, but you’ll find when her children are born that mundane names more commonly given to horses, or even human names, are fine as well.”

“How do I get her to come to me?” Harry asked.

“Just call for her in your head, or out loud. She’ll hear you, and if she can’t make it, she’ll tell you. You have a mental link to her now, you can contact her wherever you are, whenever you want.” Ana told him. “It’s a wondrous bond, but make sure you don’t abuse it.” She warned.

“I won’t.” Harry promised.

“Good.” They came to the edge of the forest. “Now, get back into your castle, and get to bed.” Ana said, nudging him toward Hogwarts.

“Thank you, Ana.” Harry said.

“Think nothing of it, young Harry. Good night.” She said, watching him head back.

*****

Harry finished his breakfast and got up, but before he left the Great Hall, he detoured to the Slytherin table. He bent down near Draco’s ear and whispered, “When you’re done, I need to talk to you. I was going to do it yesterday, but I got distracted. It’s about those secrets. No rush, just meet me in our usual room.”

Draco nodded. “Will do. See you there.”

Harry patted him on the shoulder and left, heading for the Room of Requirement. He walked in and settled onto the couch sideways, waiting patiently. About ten minutes later, Draco walked in.

“So, what’s up?” The blond asked, taking a seat on the couch sideways, facing him.

Harry took a deep breath. “Alright, so Ana wanted me to tell you all something. The royal family… We’re blood-drinkers. When we take blood from someone, we can call upon that person’s magic in times of danger. She said that for safety’s sake, she wants me to drink from all three of you.” He said nervously.

Draco blinked twice rapidly. “What?” He asked.

“She wants me to drink your blood.” Harry repeated.

“And Severus’?” Draco asked.

Harry nodded.

Draco pressed his lips together tightly. “Well, I’m not going to pretend that doesn’t make me feel a bit of jealousy, but if it’s to keep you safe, I’ll do it. And let you. Just… I’m not going to watch that.” He said tightly. “And it’ll only be once.” He added.

“Trust me, I don’t want to drink his blood any more than I need to, but Ana is pretty serious about this. I have to whether we like it or not, she won’t leave until I have.”

Draco held out an arm. “Go ahead.” He said with a put-upon sigh.

Harry bent and slipped his fangs into Draco’s hand, taking small mouthfuls of vanilla-flavoured blood and letting them slide down his throat as he ignored the heavier rasp of Draco’s now-laboured breathing. He pulled away and licked the wounds closed.

“I’m going to take him to talk to Ana tomorrow rather than try to explain it myself. I promise you won’t have to watch.” Harry said.

Draco nodded. “Alright. That… Actually wasn’t bad. I’ll see you around.”

Harry got up and headed for the door. “See you.” He returned, slipping out of the room.
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