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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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“…So, I need you to talk to him for me.” Harry told Ana, giving her the best puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

Ana laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Oh, don’t give me that look; my son pulls it all the time, and as lovely as your eyes are, the effort is wasted on me. Let’s go get this Severus Prince, then.” She said, leading Harry toward the house Severus had disappeared behind when they’d arrived.

They rounded the house to find Severus and an Elf standing over a strawberry plant, hands out over it, coaxing the plants into bearing fruit, which two small children were plucking as they ripened and filling small bowls with. Harry noticed that the younger of the two was the little boy Severus had been holding that had made Draco want to have his kids so badly.

Apparently, Draco was right: Severus was going to make a wonderful father for his children one day.

“Severus.” Ana said abruptly. “Your presence is required for several minutes. We shouldn’t keep you long, but I’m afraid I’ll have to borrow you for a bit.”

Severus pulled his wand out and spelled away the dirt covering his knees and hands. “Alright.” He turned to the Elf. “I’ll come back when I’m done with them, Hadrian.” He promised.

The Elf nodded. “All right. See you in a bit, then.”

“What’s this about?” Severus asked as Ana led him and Harry back behind the copse of trees where she and Harry had been discussing sensitive topics.

Ana gestured to Wilkins, who turned to face away from them. “Severus, Harry finds you too intimidating to ask for himself—“

“Hey!” Harry interrupted.

“Well, it’s true.” Ana said with a roll of her eyes, before she continued. “The Fae royals are blood-drinkers. We are able to tap into the magical reserves of someone we’ve drunk from, and Harry needs to be protected when I leave. I want him to have drunk from all three of you before I leave. He’s already drunk from Lucius and your mate—“

“He what?!” Severus hissed, glaring daggers at Harry. “If I find that you’ve hurt Draco, or damaged our bond in any way—“

“He didn’t.” Ana snapped. “Both of you, listen!” She drew a deep breath as Harry and Severus glared at each other for a few tense moments before Harry sighed and Severus turned his sour look on Ana. “Good. Now, it won’t have any bearing on your bond, because Harry won’t drink from your neck. He can use the hand, and all you’ll get is a small measure of pleasure, like a really good kiss, but not enough to overwhelm your senses. And if you won’t allow him to do this, I have ways of making you more… Docile.” She said, and a strong scent of pure sugar flowed out of her wings. “I can control my pheromones better than most, and we royal Fae have a particularly… Tempting fragrance, which I have kept tamped down until now.” She turned a wry smile to Harry. “Sorry; I know it works on other subs, too.”

Harry and Severus fought the pull, but both of them felt a very strong urge to do exactly as she said until she stopped trying to make them do her bidding and flapped her wings once, clearing the overwhelming scent from the air surrounding them.

“Now, will you cooperate, or do I force you into complicity and make you do things my way anyway?” She asked Severus sweetly.

Severus sighed in disgust, but held out his arm to Harry. “Quickly, please; I don’t have all day.” He grumbled.

Harry glanced up at him as he took the hand and raised it to his lips. “For what it’s worth, sorry. I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t highly recommended.” He said, before biting.

Severus bit back a moan, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth.

Harry took a single swallow, then pulled away, licking the wounds to close them. He coughed. “Does Draco actually like that flavour? Ack!” He stuck his tongue out.

Ana sniffed and laughed. “Well, I suppose it’s not for everyone, now, is it?” She turned to Severus. “You may go, but don’t tell anyone about this except the two that already know. We don’t want it becoming public knowledge.” She told him.

Severus let out a harsh breath, but nodded once before leaving.

Ana turned her gaze on Harry as Severus left. “He didn’t taste good? You dislike pepper?”

Harry grimaced. “Yeah, I don’t usually do spicy. Lucius’ taste is similar, but there’s a sweetness to it that makes the spice bearable; delicious, even.” He explained.

Ana smiled. “Yes, some dominants have that sweetness, and some don’t. The dominants that do, I’ve found to be softer than others, less stern. Some subs prefer a mate they can easily temper, who can be persuaded around to their way of thinking without too much effort. Others prefer a mate with strong convictions. Those are the ones that lack a bit in sweetness, but they tend to be more dominant on the whole. The sweet ones have more of an ability to be gentle with others besides their families, and they also adapt more easily to new things. Changes and the like.” She explained.

“Ah, that explains it.” Harry said, nodding in comprehension. “I lived with a family before that were set in their ways, that couldn’t be reasoned with, and I despised them. I don’t think I could bear a mate that couldn’t be brought around if need be.”

“Well, yours can, so all’s well that ends well.” Ana supplied. “Now, let’s head back to where you left your mate. You said you’re allowed to kiss him now?” She checked.

Harry nodded with a wide smile. “Yes. He’s an excellent kisser, I doubt it will ever get old.” He said dreamily.

Ana smiled. “I’m happy for you. Does he kiss like a man in love?” She asked, hooking her arm through Harry’s as they walked back toward the others.

“He really does.” Harry said softly.

“Well, then.” Ana said happily. “That tells you all you need to know, doesn’t it?”

Harry sighed softly. “It tells me a lot, but I hope to hear the words soon, all the same.”

Ana patted his hand consolingly. “He’ll realize it soon, dear. Give him time, some dominants can be a bit slow on the uptake.” She told him.

*****

Harry was leaning his head on Lucius’ shoulder, the blond carding his fingers lazily through Harry’s hair, when Severus trudged over, slightly dirty from working with Earth.

Draco landed from where he’d been sparring with Liam again, who was more familiar with his patterns now and was working on breaking the sub of them, making him a more unpredictable fighter.

“Severus!” He called out happily, throwing himself into the man’s arms and kissing him deeply. He pulled away and breathed, “I’m doing better, Liam says. Not that I’ll actually ever get to fight while flying, but it’s an interesting skill to have, all the same.”

Severus smiled. “Well, I’m sure any practice you get will also translate well to ground-based fencing, as well.” He replied.

Draco beamed. “That’s the hope.” He agreed.

Severus looked at Lucius. “Are you ready to head back now?”

“I suppose so.” Lucius said lazily. He took Harry’s hand and pulled the teen to his feet. “Let’s go.”

They walked to the portal with Ana and she let them out.

Severus and Draco were talking softly between themselves, but Harry and Lucius were quiet as they walked, hands clasped between them, Lucius’ thumb brushing over the back of Harry’s hand periodically.

They parted ways and Lucius began to lead Harry toward Gryffindor Tower. “Why didn’t you spar with Liam today?” He asked.

Harry snorted. “I’m not good at fencing. I have no idea what I’m even doing.” He confessed. “Liam seems to be able to tell. He was holding back with me even more than with Draco, and I don’t want to slow Draco down.”

“Ah.” Lucius nodded. “I see. Draco took fencing lessons from the age of five to ten, and for a month each summer until he was thirteen. He had the chance to continue on with them, but he chose not to. I think now he regrets that choice. It is a good way to build up one’s strength.”

Harry smiled. “Are you calling me weak, Lucius?” He asked teasingly.

“Would I do that?” Lucius teased back, then sobered, shaking his head. “No. You have impressive musculature for your age and circumstances, and I greatly admire your form. You are quite an attractive young man.” He said, stopping and pressing Harry into the wall, pinning his hands beside his head, their fingers laced together. “I like the way you look rather a lot, in case it’s escaped your notice.” He murmured, then kissed Harry.

Harry moaned into the kiss, canting his hips up and feeling Lucius’ erection as it met his own.

Lucius raised his head. “Ah, ah. We mustn’t get carried away.” He chided.

Harry chuckled. “You’re only saying I’m good-looking because I’m exactly your type and you want into my pants.” He teased.

Lucius put on a resigned expression. “Oh, I’ve been found out!” He announced, freeing a hand to clutch dramatically at his heart. “How ever will I manage it now, with my nefarious aims out in the open?”

“Oh my God, you’re as bad as Draco!” Harry laughed.

Lucius sniffed. “I resent that. The boy is a veritable drama queen; I am nowhere near as melodramatic. Most of the time.” He added at Harry’s sceptical look.

“Well, I see where he gets his flair for the dramatic. Come on.” Harry said, grabbing Lucius’ hand and resuming their trip toward Gryffindor Tower.

“Really, Harry, he gets that from his mother.” Lucius insisted.

Harry chuckled. “Maybe most of it, but you apparently played a role in it, too.”

Lucius raised an eyebrow at Harry. “If you think my son has seen this side of me, you are sadly mistaken.” He informed the teen.

Harry frowned. “What? Why hasn’t he?” He asked.

Lucius sighed. “I had to be the disciplinarian when he was young, I didn’t really have much time to play. And besides, I don’t even remember how to play. I put away my toys and began learning how to run our estate at my father’s knee at the age of ten.” He explained. “It takes time to amass as much wealth as I have brought to the Malfoy family.” He said with a hint of pride.

Harry shook his head and muttered, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m dull?” Lucius asked.

“Flat-out saying, actually.” Harry corrected him. “You will take the time to play with our children, and they’ll get time to play every day. No matter how old they are.” He said sternly.

Lucius smiled. “Yes, Dear.” He teased.

“Damn right.” Harry said, stopping in front of the picture of the Fat Lady. “Now kiss me.” He added imperiously.

Lucius chuckled and leaned down, pressing his lips to Harry’s and coaxing the teen’s mouth open, letting their tongues tangle wetly before pulling slightly away and taking Harry’s bottom lip gently between his teeth. He nipped it sharply, then laved over the spot with his tongue, soothing the sharp sting. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He whispered, brushing a kiss over Harry’s knuckles before turning and walking away.

Harry hurried through the portrait hole and went to bed.

*****

Harry sat down to breakfast, groaning. He’d had another dream with Lucius last night, and the man wasn’t yet at breakfast.

Harry had spent most of the dream under the man in his bed, being kissed to within an inch of his life. Lucius had kissed his lips until they were swollen and well-moistened, before moving to his neck, kissing and sucking in marks that, thankfully, had not been there when Harry had woken. He’d moved, then, to Harry’s chest, wringing gasps and mewls from the teen as he licked, nipped and sucked at his nipples, whispering admirations of his chest and telling him that he’d look “so lovely” with a nipple ring of his own.

Harry had been pulled from his dream by his wand’s alarm, and had been in an irritated mood ever since. He’d wanted to stay in Lucius’ bed being worshipped by the man—for that’s what it had been—all day long.

Lucius came into the Great Hall just as Archimedes flew in, making straight for Harry. Harry took the letter from him and held it in his hand as he watched Lucius walk up to the Head Table, stroking the owl absently.

As Lucius sat, Archimedes gave an irritated screech and nipped at Harry’s ear, then glared reproachfully at the letter.

Harry huffed at the owl, then opened the letter and all the breath left his body in a rush as he stared at the words on the parchment.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

I think you know what I am trying to say here, Harry, but I’ll say it plainly all the same: I love you. Your future mate,

Lucius Malfoy.”

Harry gulped, words failing him. He looked up at Lucius, who was staring fixedly at him. He smiled widely.

Lucius flushed just the slightest bit, inclining his head to Harry.

Archimedes nuzzled Harry, then flew off, satisfied that the teen had read the letter.

Hermione looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow. “What’s that say?” She asked.

Harry showed it to her.

Hermione sighed, clasping her hands over her heart. “Ooh, sonnet 43, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning! It’s lovely. Honestly, I’m not very surprised that Lucius would know it, but to use it? He’s obviously more romantic than I had given him credit for. Is that his way of telling you those words for the first time?” She asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes.” He whispered. “I just… Wow.” He said, still struck speechless.

Hermione patted his shoulder. “You’ve got fifteen minutes to gather your wits about you before class. I’d get to work if I were you.” She said with just a hint of humour in her voice.

Harry nodded and began eating silently while his thoughts whirled around his head. Lucius actually loved him now! Or, had realized he loved him, at any rate. He was the first person not of Lucius’ blood to receive the man’s love!

‘I can’t muck this up.’ Harry realized. ‘I won’t let him ever regret loving me. I’ll be good for him. We’ll be good for each other.’

He ate his food distractedly, waiting until he saw Draco getting up. He mumbled a quick “bye” to his friends, rushing toward the blond.

He followed Draco out of the Great Hall and grabbed his arm. “Draco, look!” He whispered to the blond, shoving the parchment into his hands.

Draco scanned the parchment, his eyes quickly disappearing into his hairline as he jumped to the end of the page and handed it back. “Congratulations, then. Dad.” He added with a smirk.

Harry laughed and wrapped Draco in a hug. “Don’t ever call me that again, or I’ll ground you.” He muttered against the blond’s ear.

Draco snorted. “I’m a grown man, you can’t ground me, but fine.” He took Harry’s hand. “Let’s not be late for class, Papa.”

They headed for class as their friends trickled out of the Hall, meeting them en route to their first class: Defence.
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