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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 saw Lucius get up from the Head Table and stuffed his last bite of bacon in his mouth. He chewed quickly and gulped down his pumpkin juice. “I’ll see you all later.” He said, getting up as Lucius headed out of the Hall.

“Bye, then!” Ginny said happily. “Give him a kiss for me!” She teased.

Harry flipped her off behind his back as he walked away, hearing her laugh. He followed Lucius, keeping several feet behind the man, walking at the same pace he was using.

After a few minutes, Lucius stopped in a deserted hallway. “I can smell you.” He said evenly. “You forgot your potion today.”

Harry flushed. “Oh, yeah. Oops.” He said.

Lucius chuckled. “If you insist on coming with me, walk with me. I dislike being followed.” He said lightly.

Harry stepped up beside him, taking the proffered arm. “Sorry about the potion. Totally slipped my mind.”

Lucius sighed and shook his head. “You can use one of mine. I have plenty, at the moment.” He offered.

“Thanks.” Harry said.

They got to Lucius’ rooms and the man let them in, closing the door behind them and walked to his liquor cabinet to retrieve a vial of the scent-dampening potion, handing it to Harry.

Harry downed the potion and handed the vial back, then sat in Lucius’ chair. “So, I wanted to talk today.” He said lightly.

“About?” Lucius asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the liquor cabinet, watching Harry with a small smile.

“Your childhood, and Draco’s. I want to know what our children’s childhoods are likely to be like. If they’ll end up as spoiled as Draco. And, besides, you’ve seen enough of my past that you have a good idea how I was raised, so I feel it’s only fair that you tell me a bit about your life in return. But instead of digging around in your mind, I want you to tell me what you’re comfortable with having me know.” Harry said.

Lucius’ smile faded, and he sighed, turning back to the cabinet and getting two glasses out. “Firewhiskey?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “Sure.” He said.

“I’ll want my chair for this discussion.” Lucius said, pouring the drinks. He turned and handed one to Harry, who got up and moved to the other chair, which smelled slightly of Draco, with a hint of Severus. Apparently both other Faurae were frequent visitors.

Lucius sat and took a sip of his drink, then sighed. “Draco’s spoiling was mostly his mother’s doing.” He explained. “I didn’t want to repeat my father’s mistakes, so I kept out of his rearing until he was older than I was when my father stepped in.” He told Harry, staring at his drink.

Harry’s eyebrow rose. “You’d never think it to hear him talk first year.” He said in surprise. “He was constantly saying things like: ‘My father will hear of this,’ and ‘I’ll tell my father,’ and other things like that.”

Lucius smiled. “Well, he was in slight awe of me. I have a commanding personality. But he was a bit of a Mommy’s Boy at that point, he just knew better than to let that be known. If he threatened to go to his mother with everything, he’d be mercilessly mocked, and he knew it.” The man said with humour.

Harry snorted. “Yeah, he would have been.” He agreed.

“My upbringing, on the other hand…” He took a long drink, then continued, staring into his glass. “My mother raised me mostly without my father’s input until I was seven. She was always cowed by my father, always meek. My father used that as an example of why all women were weak. I think she might have been more wilful before she married my father, because he chose Narcissa for me, probably in the hope that I would subdue her like he did my mother. I never set out to actively crush the spirit out of her, though, just like I will never do so to you. I like my partner to have some fire, some vivacity to them.” He looked up and smiled at Harry. “You have that in spades.”

Harry smiled back.

Lucius became sombre again. “When I was seven, he took me aside and told me that I would be gaining more tutors. At the time, I only had one, the one who had taught me to read, write, and speak well, and was starting me on calligraphy and maths, as well as teaching me French. He added Latin and a few other classes to get me ready for Hogwarts, as well as family history and social circles, which most Pureblood children take, to become familiar with who is in which family and which families are higher in social standing than themselves.” Lucius glanced up at Harry. “Malfoys are the second highest in social standing currently, and we will be the highest when you and I marry.” He told Harry. “Being the Black Lord, currently, you are of higher social standing than me, just barely. I’m marrying up.” Lucius finished lightly.

Harry snorted. “Maybe, but keep in mind, I’m Muggle-raised.”

Lucius waved his free hand. “That can be fixed. I’ll teach you the Old Ways and how to comport yourself in public, don’t worry.” He assured the brunet.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I might let you teach me.” He told the man. “But it’s more likely that I’ll prove utterly resistant to any attempts to change me.” He shot Lucius a winning smile. “You’ll love me anyway, so it’ll hardly matter to me.”

“Sadly, that is true.” Lucius said with a soft smile. “Nothing could make me love you any less.” He sighed. “When I was ten, my father took me aside and told me it was time to put my toys and childish things aside and learn how to run the family business dealings. I spent most of my time from then on studying how to deal with the men he dealt with and learning how to increase the wealth the Malfoy family had.” He said. “I tried very hard to become the man he wanted me to be, because I was desperate for his approval, but he was a cold man. When the Dark Lord was rising to power, my father urged me to align myself with him, thinking that he could help us amass the wealth he wanted for me to have. Sadly, things didn’t turn out that way, and my father died while Narcissa was pregnant with Draco. I shudder to think what would have happened if he hadn’t. I was careful to let Draco have his childhood for as long as he wanted it, and I only taught him how to run the business dealings when he came to me, asking to learn.” He finished. “I am proud of the man he’s become. I would never wish to make him a carbon-copy of myself.” He finished.

Harry frowned. “So you never really got to stay a child. That’s sad.” He said softly.

Lucius looked at Harry. “Neither did you.” He pointed out gently.

“Our children will, though.” Harry said firmly.

Lucius nodded. “I wish for nothing else.” He confirmed.

Harry got out of his chair and walked over to Lucius, taking his drink from him and setting both on the table, then sat in Lucius’ lap. “What would take that pained look from your eyes?” He asked the man.

Lucius took a deep breath. “Just sit with me. Just like this.” He requested, wrapping his arms around Harry and holding him close. He buried his face in Harry’s neck and breathed in deeply.

Harry flapped his wings a few times, filling the air around them with his scent. The dampening potion only held it in check to a point, after all.

Lucius sighed, his tense muscles relaxing a bit as he continued to breathe in Harry’s scent.

The door opened and Draco’s voice rang out in the room. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t do it in front of me.” He said, walking in and closing the door behind himself. “I came to return the journals, Father.” He said, returning them to their places on the bookshelf. “They didn’t help as much as the lesson Her Majesty gave us, but they were interesting, nonetheless.”

Harry sighed. “Honestly, Draco, the only thing we’re doing is talking and right now I’m trying to fix a problem I caused.”

“What ‘problem?’ What did you do?” Draco asked.

“I asked about his childhood.” Harry said quietly.

Draco bit his lip. “Oh. Yeah, not the best idea. It wasn’t pleasant. He’s told me a bit.” He told Harry.

Lucius hummed, pressing a kiss to Harry’s neck, making Harry shiver. “I’m fine now. Thank you, Harry.”

Harry turned and smiled at him. “No problem, I’m happy to help fix things I cause.”

Lucius leaned in and kissed him chastely.

Draco sighed. “I’ll just leave, I think.” He said, heading for the door.

Harry chuckled. “That might be best.” He agreed.

As soon as the door shut behind Draco, Lucius was pulling Harry close again. “Now, where were we?”

Harry smiled. “Well, you were sniffing me…”

“Ah, yes. Now I remember.” Lucius leaned in close to Harry and took another deep inhale, then turned Harry’s head with a gentle touch and claimed Harry’s mouth, drinking in every sigh and moan and every other sound Harry made, as Lucius explored his mouth at length.

No more words were spoken for quite some time.

*****

That night, Harry decided to watch a happy scene from Lily’s younger years. He wasn’t very picky about when it was or what was going on, but he wanted to see evidence that she’d be a normal, happy child.

Instead of waking to Lucius, this time his dream began at midday, in the middle of a hallway in Malfoy Manor.

Harry heard Lucius’ voice coming from behind a nearly-closed door and peeked in. The man was sitting at the small table they had bought for Lily, waiting patiently while their seven-year-old daughter set up her tea service.

Harry covered his mouth and held in the giggles that wanted to escape.

Lucius thanked his daughter as his ‘tea’ was poured, which was really just juice. He picked up the ‘milk’—another, different juice—and mixed some in. Harry could tell from the green colour that it was an Elven juice with a light, grapey flavour. He added some sugar and stirred, then took a sip.

“This is delicious tea, Lily. Wherever did you get it?” He asked.

Lily hummed, and Harry’s smile turned fond. She was so like her father. “It’s an Elven blend that I recently acquired, Father. I quite like it, don’t you?”

Lucius nodded. “It’s marvellous. You simply must tell me where I can get some.”

“Remind me before you leave, and I will show you the tin. It’s easy enough to find this brand, if you know what to look for.” Lily told him.

Harry shook his head fondly and left them to their tea party. He was pretty stunned by how well-spoken his children were, but he supposed he shouldn’t be so surprised. They took lessons starting at the age of five in everything from elocution to beginner potions, so being well-spoken by the time they were seven wasn’t that much of a stretch.

Harry sometimes worried that they were being pushed too hard to learn, but Lucius assured him that he’d had more than four lessons per day, and Harry made sure they got to play every day, as well. Honestly, he had no reason to be worried. They seemed well-adjusted enough.

Harry sighed, walking out to the trees that bordered the grounds. “Silver Wind?” He called out.

“He’s on his way.” Moonbeam’s voice answered him.

Harry couldn’t mentally talk to Moonbeam’s mated stallion like he could Moonbeam, but they were still linked through the mating bond Silver Wind had with Moonbeam, and Harry’d grown fond of riding the stallion.

A few minutes later, Silver Wind stepped out of the trees and bowed his head.

Harry bowed back. “Could I ride you? I’ve got nothing to do right now, and I could use the companionship.” He requested.

The stallion huffed and tossed his head, then took a few steps closer and stilled, next to the stump Harry usually used to climb on.

Harry smiled and climbed onto the stump, then hefted himself astride the large unicorn. “Go as fast as you want, I’m not pregnant or anything this time. I would have called your mate if I was.” He assured the animal.

Silver Wind took off, racing through the trees, and Harry leaned forward a bit, enjoying the feeling of wind in his face. He whooped, laughing when they skirted closely around a tree.

Silver Wind whinnied in response and began to narrowly miss trees on purpose, for the adrenaline rush.

Harry had no idea how the unicorns travelled from Hogwarts to Malfoy Manor so fast, over water, no less, but they never did it with him on them, so he contented himself with knowing that wherever he was, if there were dense forests nearby, his unicorns would come to him, and left it at that.

He rode for half an hour, then leaned down close to Silver Wind’s ear. “Alright, Silver, take me back.” He said.

The unicorn slowed, then turned and headed back toward the stump so Harry could dismount.

They got to the stump and Harry slid off Silver Wind’s back, running his hand over the back of the unicorn a few times. “Thanks for the ride, big guy.” He said.

Silver Wind whinnied in response.

“I’ll see you around. Go keep Moonbeam company.” He said.

He watched with fondness as the unicorn turned and disappeared into the trees.

Time to head back inside and wait for Draco, who would be bringing James home from his play date with Draco’s second son, Dante, soon.

*****

Harry woke and stretched, then snorted at the mental image of Lucius having a tea party with their daughter. So, the man would learn how to play again, Harry just had to keep working on him until it happened. He could do that, since he now knew that it was eventually going to work.

He got up and grabbed his shower things, then headed into the bathroom to take his shower. He turned on the water and let it heat while he considered what he was going to do with his day. He had a little bit of homework left he needed to get done, but that would only occupy him for a little while, and he had just visited Lucius the day before; he felt he owed the man some time alone to de-stress after the emotionally-charged discussion the previous day.

Harry was getting more and more nervous the closer they got to finishing the courtship. He hadn’t forgotten that this was Voldemort’s plan to get his hands on him, he’d just been ignoring that fact and enjoying the ride while he could. Now, however, they were getting close to the end, and Voldemort wouldn’t wait for long. He’d expect Lucius to bring Harry to him shortly after their wedding.

Harry knew that killing Voldemort was the only thing he had to do in the final battle, that getting to him and killing him would be helped along by Draco, but still, so much could go wrong!

Moreover, if things went wrong in the worst way, he stood to lose not only a trusted friend, but his own stepson! Draco was going to be practically stuck to his arse for the entire battle, and while they were good together, they weren’t either one of them invincible. It was a huge risk.

Harry noticed that he was breathing harshly, way too fast, and leaned against the wall, trying to suck in a decent breath. His head was starting to spin dizzyingly, and his vision was tunnelling. He slowly slid down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest when he reached the floor in an effort to comfort himself.

He was starting to panic, breaths coming even faster and harsher, when Neville walked in. “Hey, Harry!” He called out happily.

He did a double-take, then rushed to Harry’s side, the spray of the water soaking through his pyjamas. “Breathe, Harry. Deep breaths. In, hold it… Out. In… Out… Keep breathing. Slow and even. You’ll be fine.” Neville coached him, keeping his voice calm and soothing, breathing with Harry, a comforting hand resting on Harry’s shoulder, grounding him.

When Harry caught his breath, he licked his lips. “Thanks, Nev. I was thinking about Voldemort, and what Lucius is going to have to do soon, and what I’M going to have to do…” He laughed wryly. “Guess I panicked.” He said.

Neville smiled and offered him a hand, pulling him to his feet. “It’s alright, these things sometimes happen to the best of us. I used to have panic attacks, back before I came here. Gran could get really mean when she thought I was a squib, she was really ashamed, and I would get so worked up I’d start to hyperventilate. A mind-healer taught me how to work through them, coached me on deep breathing and gave me a potions regimen I had to follow for a year. I grew out of them, though, right before I came to Hogwarts, when I got my letter and things were finally looking up. And, in case you’re wondering, I’m not going to tell anyone about this, so don’t worry.”

Harry smiled in relief. “Thanks. I owe you one.”

“Also…” Neville bit his lip. “If the fight comes here, to Hogwarts…” He stared at the ground. “Well, I don’t know about the others, but you don’t have to go it alone.” He raised his head and met Harry’s eyes, his own shining with sincerity and a fire that Harry hadn’t seen outside of DA meetings. “I intend to fight.” He said softly, but vehemently.

Harry smiled and clapped a hand to his shoulder. “I won’t try to stop you, just make sure you come out of the battle in one piece. I can’t afford to lose you, Nev. Neither can Ginny.” He told the other teen. “Now, I think I can finish my shower without another freak-out. Especially if I have company to keep me from spiralling downward.” He joked lightly.

Neville laughed. “Yeah, having someone else there to keep your mind off the heavy stuff can sometimes help.” He agreed, stripping his wet clothes off. “Gran would kill me if she knew I’d gotten my best pyjamas soaked.” He muttered, then shrugged. “At least it was for a good cause.” He said dismissively, throwing them in the hamper for the house-elves to collect.
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