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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 4: Awakening
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Severus Snape apparated into an alley near 4 Privet Drive. He was early, but he knew that he would not disturb Potter or Lucius from anything. It had been a surprising and even shocking sight to find the two enemies playing chess when he checked on them yesterday. But even more of a shock had been the news that Lucius had, for some reason he still could not figure out, sided with Potter, thus triggering Voldemort's curse.
The curse itself made even less sense than Lucius changing sides; it did not seem to be a powerful and vicious enough curse to be chosen by the Dark Lord to punish traitors. Severus suspected that there was more to the matter and that was why he had come earlier. If the curse turned out to be potentially life threatening, he wanted to try and save the two men, or more exactly: the man and the boy, because Potter was by no means a man. In some way, he was glad that Lucius had apparently changed sides, even if it was for Potter because the man was, after Lily, his oldest and only friend. And even though he was not a sentimental fool, he didn't appreciate the thought of constant loneliness, if Lucius would die as well.
He turned around a corner and crossed a small street, before reaching 4 Privet Drive. Number 4 was on the other end of the street, so he still had to go some way and quickened his pace. An unsettling feeling had settled inside his stomach and it usually meant that something bad had happened or was about to happen. When he reached the house, he listened for any suspicious sounds coming from the inside; he did not want to run into his death eater colleagues, when he supposedly had no clue about the whereabouts of Potter and Lucius. Everything was silent, too silent.
He pushed against the door and found it open luckily. Stepping silently inside, he crept down the hallway and glanced into the kitchen, but the room was empty. Slowly, he walked into the living room, but this room as well, was deserted. The feeling in his stomach grew worse and he reminded himself that there had been no new Dark Mark over the small house; the old one had disappeared after a few hours, like was usual for this spell. That still didn't mean that nothing could have happened to the house inhabitants. Voldemort's curse could be a slow working one.
He crept down the stairs and quickly went over to the only door that stood ajar on this floor. Stepping cautiously inside, he froze. There on the double bed lay Lucius Malfoy, naked. Severus hands started to shake, when his eyes caught up on more details. His old friend lay on his side, with his back facing the door’s direction, his skin was even paler than usual and it seemed as if he was not breathing anymore. That could not be. He could not be too late already. Lucius Malfoy was an intelligent and powerful wizard; he would not let himself be killed by a mere curse.
Closing his eyes, a voice inside Severus head reminded him that this was no mere curse and that Lucius had not even his wand currently, so he very well could be dead. His inner voice really was a bitch. What would he do, without his best friend? What if he had just really lost everything? How would he go on?
But only standing in the doorway would not give him a clear answer about Lucius’ state and he was not ready to declare the aristocrat dead already, from this distance no less.
Furthermore, he, Severus Snape was not that young man anymore who panicked at the sight of death, so he finally forced his body to move, taking a few steps towards the bed, until he could get a better view. A wave of nausea overwhelmed him. In the arms of his naked friend laid an equally naked Harry Potter. Dried blood covered the small child's rear end, which looked sickeningly bruised and violated and the boy seemed as lifeless as his bed companion. Severus had to avert his eyes and take a steadying breath. He could not look, but he had to. So he took another breath and settled his eyes on the child's upper body and face instead of his violated backside.
What had happened here? Had the curse forced Lucius to rape the boy and then killed them both? But as he studied the boy’s face, he noticed that it was not contorted in pain and anguish, so what had happened in this room? Severus reminded himself that he had still not checked if the two were actually dead, but if Lucius had really violated the child, it may be better for Potter if he was not alive anymore.
Severus lifted a trembling hand and rolled first Lucius and then Potter on their backs. The boy's head was still resting on one of Lucius' arms, but for Severus, this picture was better than the previous one; at least this way, he could tell himself that Lucius and Potter had only somehow gotten into bed naked together. He looked down at Potter and noticed for the first time how much of a child the Gryffindor really was. His face contorted into a mask of repulsion and he quickly averted his eyes and focused back on Lucius. Bending over the aristocrat, he touched his throat to search for a pulse, but found nothing. Still refusing to believe that his last friend was dead, he cast a spell, but the result was clear.
There was no life inside Lucius Malfoy's body. He closed his eyes to hold the gathering tears back for a few more seconds and repeated the spell on Potter. The same result. He staggered backwards until his back collided with the opposite wall and slid down.
His thoughts were numb and his whole body felt paralyzed. He had lost his only friend and they all had lost the boy-who-lived, their only chance of a life and a world without Voldemort.
Burying his face into his hands, he allowed his tears to fall freely. Strangely, the death of this small child shocked him more on a personal level, than he would have imagined. He had hated that boy; oh how much he had hated him, but for one reason alone: Potter had not been his. Once, there had been a time where he had dreamed about a future with Lily, where he had imagined a family with her, becoming the father to her children, but in the end it had been Potter she had chosen and their son, Harry, was not only not his son, like it should have been, but he was also the very copy of James Potter, the man who had stolen Lily away from him.
Pushing these painful memories to the side, his mind wandered to another important matter:
How should he explained what happened to Dumbledore? Or Voldemort? What should he do now? His first thought was to finally just run away and hide, like he had wanted to all those years ago, when Lily had died, but he had chosen a different path. He would continue to fight for the peace in the wizarding world, he would not just stop only because all hope was now gone.
He lifted his head again and looked at the dead bodies. Neither Lucius nor Potter had deserved this fate. True, Lucius Malfoy had been a cruel man most of his life, but he had seen his errors in the end and Potter, even though Severus still thought of him as an arrogant brat (just like his father) had been a mere child. Hour after hour he sat there, staring at the bodies.
He had lost all track of time and wasn't even aware that it was getting dark outside. The sky shimmered in the most beautiful colours when the sun sank, but he didn't even noticed the spectacle. Severus rubbed his sore eyes for a moment, he had to get moving and tell Dumbledore about their hero’s death, as well as the Dark Lord.
When he looked up again he saw, that Lucius and Potter had sat up, eyes still closed. But that could not be possible. The two were dead, his confused and pained mind must be playing tricks on him. And then their eyes opened simultaneously and Severus froze in shock and fear. Potters green orbs and Lucius silver ones had a bright red ring around them and as they opened their mouths to yawn, sets of long, razor sharp fangs reflected the last rays of sunlight, before the room sank into darkness.
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Harry awoke without warning. One moment it had been as if he was dead, so deep was his sleep, and in the next moment he jolted up. The first thing he noticed was a distressed looking Potion Master slumped down on the opposite wall of his bedroom. Snape looked tired and as if he had gone through hell since he had seen him in the fire yesterday; there were even dried streams of tears on his haggard cheeks and his eyes were filled with pain and sorrow. Snape’s eyes widened as if he had just yet realized that Harry was there and fear struck his features.
Harry frowned, but something else demanded his attention right now. Now that he was fully awake, he noticed a sticky and crusty feeling at his backside and his stomach and his arse was throbbing as well. Looking down at himself, he noticed that he wore neither nightshirt, nor boxers and, that he didn't need his glasses to notice that anymore. What the hell had happened? Why was he naked? A slight shifting next to him alerted him to another presence in the bed; it had to be Lucius. He frowned, trying to remember the last night, but all was muddled together with the weirdest dream he ever had. In his dream, Lucius had pushed him on their bed and … Harry could not even think the words. Hopefully he had made no sounds whilst dreaming; otherwise it would be very mortifying. But some dream like that had been bound to occur sooner or later, after his strange and new found and certainly misplaced attraction towards the aristocrat.
Turning his head, Harry's eyes connected with Lucius' silver ones. The irises had a bright glowing red ring around them and gave him an unearthly appearance; like a wild animal in the dead of night. His pale skin was even paler, nearly translucent and his hair was even a tad whiter than last night. Harry's eyes wandered lower, and to his rising horror, the man was as naked and dishevelled as he was. Realization dawned on Harry.
“This wasn't a dream?” he croaked out.
The aristocrat looked horrified back at him: “What have I done?”
Harry’s eyes fell on two razor sharp fangs; which reflected in the faint moonlight that came through the window. Before he could scoot away, or react in any other way, someone cleared his throat and Harry remembered that Snape was in the room as well.
“I might finally have an inkling as to what happened here,” Snape made a vague gesture with his hands, cleared his throat again and added: “Get decent and meet me downstairs,” before standing up and hastily vacating the room.
Harry shifted uncomfortably, he was all too aware of what they had done last night, or more accurately: what Lucius had done to him. He also remembered how he had felt during their rough intercourse and wondered why he didn't feel afraid or angry with the man. The word mating sprang to his thoughts. Had they mated? But why?
“Harry...I...” Lucius voice pulled him from his addled thoughts.
He looked up and when he met those silver eyes again, he realized that they really had mated and that he could never be angry with Lucius, his mate; even though he was highly confused right now and knew that he needed time to get used to the situation. He was only fifteen after all and the thought of having an intimate relationship, especially sex, had never entered his mind before and he didn't believe that it would have without...this. The mating had been an instinctive act and right now he was not sure if he would repeat the encounter very soon, but he accepted Lucius and what he now was to him.
Still looking into those silver pools, another realization hit him and suddenly, the panic was there:
Lucius was not only his mate, he was the dominant in their newly formed relationship; that meant that he had to oblige if Lucius wanted sex, regardless if he felt ready or not. Harry felt like hyperventilating, but his body didn't react like his mind told him. Instead, he started to shake all over. Even though he was not as clever as Hermione, he knew enough about mates, that it generally meant that the partner would never have sex with anybody else outside their mating-bond. There was no way that Lucius would wait until he finally felt ready to take the step again. He would have to obey his dominant whenever Lucius physical desires grew too strong.
Harry shifted slightly until he was kneeling on the bed, ready to bolt and run away, when suddenly Lucius’ stern, but warm voice pulled him from his panic:
“Harry, whatever frightens you right now, know that I will never harm you, or do anything, that would hurt you.”
A warm hand cupped his cheek and Harry felt the tension leave his body immediately, his instincts were back, telling him that although Lucius could demand to use his body for pleasure any time, he would not do it, because a dominant was there to protect his weaker, submissive mate.
Still, the thought of suddenly having a mate and a relationship was overwhelming and he threw himself into Lucius arms. These strong arms wrapped around him protectively and Lucius started to pat his back soothingly:
“Shh, Harry. I know it is much to take in and it has to be frightening for you.”
Harry sniffled slightly, pressing his cheek against Lucius warm chest. The touch was so soothing and it felt as if everything would be fine, as long as he could be this near to his mate. It was a strange, but nice feeling and soon his sniffles died down.
When he was finally completely calm again, he looked up into the aristocrats’ face. Lucius watched him with a tender look, but there was also something else carefully hidden in his eyes, it looked like pain. But why? Harry opened his mouth to ask, but Lucius interrupted him:
“We can talk about everything later, right now we have to go downstairs. The knowledge, that we are mates does not explain very much, but hopefully Severus will have some more answers.”
Nodding, Harry reluctantly freed himself from Lucius’ embrace and climbed out of bed. As soon as he was a few steps away from the aristocrat, he felt the strong urge to decrease the distance again. Shaking his head, he pushed the unsettling feeling from his mind and picked his boxers up from the floor, where Lucius had discarded them last night, but when he wanted to put them on he noticed that the garment was torn. Sighing, he pulled another pair from a basket with clean clothes. His shirt and shorts were luckily still intact. When he finally turned around, Lucius was already dressed, clad in his new jeans and black shirt.
“Are you ready?” Lucius asked and rose with an elegant and fluid motion from the bed. Even more elegant and fluid than the day before.
“I am, ready,” Harry replied, opening the bedroom door and holding it open for his mate.
“Then let us not keep Severus waiting. We have much to discuss; this will be a long night,” Lucius commanded and went ahead.
The knowledge, that Lucius was indeed his mate, was still strange, but grew stronger and became more present in his mind with every passing minute. Harry took the chance and watched the strong back in front of him: The cloak he had pulled over his new muggle attire hid most of it, but Harry could still make out the broadness of his shoulders and the self assurance in his movements. He wanted to catch up to Lucius and maybe even pull one of his strong arms around his shoulders. Harry felt so confused this evening with everything that had changed and everything that was new. It was as if he had suddenly two minds, who had yet to come to an agreement:
On the one side he knew that Lucius was his mate and he believed the man when he told him that he would not want to hurt Harry.
On the other side there was a far more rational part of him, which wanted him to be cautious and which reminded him that this kind of relationship he now had with the man was too much for him and that he had no guarantee that Lucius would keep his promises. Truth to be told: Lucius had calmed this side down very thoroughly and it was only a silent whispering in the back of his head, whilst the other grew stronger with every second.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he had sort of sorted his mind out:
That Lucius was his mate was clear to him and that he was not ready for a very intimate relationship also, but he could not believe that Lucius would take advantage of him, especially after the aristocrat had promised him not to harm him.
When they entered the living room, Snape was already in one of the armchairs, a scowl deeply embedded on his forehead. Lucius strode over to his usual seat and Harry, like yesterday, was once again unsure as to where to sit down. He had felt the need to keep in contact with Lucius the day before already and up in their bedroom, but the feeling had increased again. The thought of being away from Lucius; be it only by inches, was nearly unbearable. He needed the man to be safe and comfortable and even though he knew that Snape was no thread to him, the mere presence of a third person freaked him out right now. But Lucius had not offered him to sit in his lap and he was still too uncertain in his new relationship to just do so and he didn't want to seem pathetic by asking. To his surprise it was actually said potions master who saved him from his predicament:
“Let the boy sit on your lap, he needs it now,” Snape commanded in a voice that brooked no argument. Lucius raised an eyebrow at his friend, but winked Harry over, who obliged in relief. He stepped next to the aristocrat and stopped there, uncertain of how to proceed. Should he just climb into the man's lap? Before he could decide, he felt a strong and warm hand turning him around and in the next moment, he was lifted up and sat down on his mate's lap. He gasped in surprise as a sweet and alluring scent filled his nostrils. His heart began to pound heavily as he took another breath and the scent of Lucius filled his lungs. He smelled like his blood had tasted yesterday: like a rich and sweet wine, but musky at the same time. Something stirred in Harry’s lower abdomen and he could feel that Lucius’ heart was racing as well. The man gave a groan of his own and the strong hands tightened painfully on Harry's slender hips, but he realized that he loved this pain; that he relished in it.
“Please Merlin, help me!” Snape's voice sounded tortured and it immediately snapped Harry back to the present.
“Are you two able to concentrate for a while and keep your hands off of each other?” Snape asked and Harry could feel Lucius nodding behind him, whilst he tried to fight a blush that threatened to creep up his neck at the thought of what had just transpired between them.
“Very well. As I said, I have an idea of what happened to both of you. I think I know which curse the Dark Lord has used on us. Has either of you ever heard about the Incubus Curse?**”
The silence behind him told Harry that Lucius had never heard about this curse before either.
“What effects does this specific curse have?” Lucius asked in a smooth voice and Harry wondered how he managed it, his voice would have shaken.
“It is a very rarely used curse, because it's effects are not deadly and not even torturous in the common sense, so it is no wonder that you have never heard about it before. The curse transforms the person it is cast on into the creature he or she feels the most revulsion for,” Snape explained calmly.
Lucius stiffened, but Snape either didn't notice his friend’s reaction, or simply ignored it. Harry, feeling the wish to soothe the man, laid his hand on the larger one and Lucius relaxed slightly.
“You once told me which creature you hate the most, Lucius,” Snape said, his face showed no expression at all.
“Vampires,” Lucius hissed, nearly inaudible.
Harry felt a cold shudder running down his neck. If he had understood his teacher right, then Lucius and he had transformed into vampires. The world began to swirl for a moment and Lucius had to steady his back, otherwise he would have probably fallen from the man's lap. He had become a monster. The one thing he had never wanted to become: a human killing monster.
“But I believe this is not the only thing that happened. Tell me Lucius, why do you hate vampires so much and maybe I can ease some of your and your mate’s worries,” Snape requested and Harry forced himself to calm down and concentrate on the Professor. Maybe, it was not all that bad; Snape didn’t seem to think so at least. A warm hand lay down on his neck and started to stroke it softly and Harry found the comforting touch of his mate relaxing him, but Lucius voice was still tense when he finally spoke:
“Vampires are filthy creatures. They have to drink blood in order to live regardless of the status of the blood. Alone the thought of drinking the blood of a Mudblood; or even worse, a muggle, is revolting and a disgrace to every Pureblood! They cannot even continue their family lines, because they are dead; and they are not even humans anymore, they are creatures!”
Harry flinched at Lucius words, he had already known that Lucius’ beliefs had not changed even though his loyalties had shifted, but now he was mated to the man and it hurt to know that his mate would never accept one of his best friends. But Harry would worry about it later, now he needed to listen to Snape:
“I think I can alleviate some of your fears,” Snape said and his voice became just the slightest bit softer.
“Why do you know so much about vampires? I always thought that they are very secretive, and as far as I have come across vampire literature, there is not much known about them.” Lucius inquired, and Harry could hear at his voice that the man had once again lifted his favourite eyebrow.
“There was once a vampire in the Snape family, since then it is tradition to learn as much as there is known about them. Unfortunately, it is not very much, because, as you said, they are very secretive creatures, but I still know more about them than most other wizards,” Snape explained.
“Ron always says that there has to be a vampire in your family with your gloomy look!”: Harry exclaimed and slapped his hands over his mouth in shock, when he realized what he just said.
Snape sneered at him: “My appearance has nothing to do with a vampire who has been dead for some time; count yourself lucky, because if you were right, you would look like me right now.”
Harry scratched his head in embarrassment and was relieved, when the potions master continued with his explanations:
“First of all, vampires have no un-pure blood, in fact, the vampire gene forces all non-magical blood from a person's body. Because a vampire's body needs purely magical blood to be able to contain his enhanced powers; that means, that Harry is now as Pureblooded as you are Lucius.”
Harry blinked in surprise, he had yet to study vampires in Hogwarts, so he knew next to nothing about the creature he had become overnight. Normally vampires were a topic in his fourth year, but the imposter Moody had disregarded some subjects, instead teaching them about the unforgivable curses.
“Your DADA lessons have been scandalously...lacking,” Snape drawled, as if he had read his thoughts, before turning to Lucius once again.
“And you have even more luck, Lucius.” Snape made a dramatic pause, before elaborating:
“It seems, that you and Potter are not only mates, but blood mates, due to your prior binding.”
“Please explain further,” Lucius sounded thoughtful.
“There are two types of vampire mates. The first type are just called mates: They come into being when a wizard is transformed into a vampire; it sometimes happens, that he finds his soulmate due to his keen senses and proceeds to turn that person as well.
The other types of mates are called blood mates. It happens if two soul mates are transformed at exactly the same time, which apparently happened in your case due to your the previous binding, which started the transformation process for Potter as well. As you can imagine, blood mates are very rare and highly reputable among others of your kind.
Of course there is also the case of two wizards who are not soul mates are transform at the same time, they are called blood companions.”
Harry felt as if his thoughts had frozen. He and Lucius, soulmates? That couldn't be, could it? But the quiet voice in his head told him otherwise. Harry had guessed by now that the voice was his instinct and it probably knew these kinds of things better than he did, but still...
“How do you know, that Harry and I are blood mates and not blood companions?” Lucius asked neutrally.
Snape smirked evilly: “Because, if you two were just blood companions, you would have not... mated with the boy.” Snape gave Harry a slightly disgusted look, but Harry could not feel offended right now, he was much too shocked by the realization that Lucius and he were actually soulmates.
Besides, you both have mating marks,” Snape pointed with one spidery finger at the back of his right hand.
Harry lifted his hand and saw from the corner of his eyes Lucius doing the same. There was indeed a mark on the back of his hand, it looked like a tattoo. A big, elegantly moulded black M was surrounded by a beautiful background. Underneath the letter was written ‘Sanctimonia Vincet Semper’in silver. Harry frowned in confusion. The symbol was beautiful, but he didn't recognise it.
“The Malfoy family crest. The words beneath the letter M mean: Purity always wins,” Lucius explained and held his own hand in front of Harry. Harry touched the mark on his mates hand carefully and a gasp escaped Lucius’ mouth. He quickly pulled his hand away; he didn't want to hurt his mate.
Snape chuckled: “Maybe you should not do that unless you are in private. Mating marks are highly sensitive.”
Harry would have flushed if he still had been able to, but luckily he wasn't.
Lucius cleared his throat to change the topic to something less intimate:
“You mentioned that blood mates are something special,”
“Indeed they are,” Snape affirmed. “Blood mates drink only from each other for the rest of their immortal life, whilst mates and blood companions can drink from each other, but still need fresh blood from a human.”
“How is that possible?” Harry wanted to know. “I always thought that a vampire's body needs the blood to keep their organs going and used it in this process.”
“It seems as if you do read once in awhile after all Potter,” Severus smirked. “The body of a blood mate does not use the blood it gets to fuel its organs, but the magic and life energy in the blood of its’ mate. These energies also renew the energies its’ mate has taken and with that, we come to another important point.”
“That would be?” Lucius questioned.
“Blood mates are under no restrictions of the ministry, as long as they don't commit a crime, they are viewed as wizards and that makes them both respected in the Wizarding and Vampire Society.”
“Because they do not kill humans to live?” Lucius asked in a tone that made it clear that he already knew the right answer.
“Yes,” Snape affirmed. “There are more important things about this situation however.”
“Which would be?”
“I guess that you are the dominant partner?” Snape sneered at Harry, even though his question was addressed at Lucius. Harry just glared back.
“I am,” Lucius made clear.
“You will need about three times more blood than your submissive mate.”
Harry had the impression that Snape relished in the fact that he would have to take it regularly up the duff in the future and gave him and a hateful glare.
“Potters’ reactions to you, drinking his blood, will most likely be...of an extreme nature. The dominant vampire mates are often known as brutal or even violent, it protects the submissive mind. I myself believe that it is much simpler: Vampires just have another view on pain, they experience it differently.” Snape lifted a questioning eyebrow at Harry.
Harry blushed, which was probably now only barely noticeable as a vampire, when he thought about it and squirmed uncomfortably, but it was clear that Snape wanted to have an explanation, and the fact that Lucius didn't help him out of this embarrassing situation told him that his mate was interested in the answer as well.
Thinking about how he had felt when Lucius had entered him brutally last night and what he had felt at the aching pain in his lower backside this morning, he mumbled at last, shame dripping from his voice:
“It means, that my mate is strong and will be able to protect me. So it feels...kind of good...very good...” His last two words were nearly inaudible, but both men had caught them, because Lucius heartbeat had quickened and Snape's second eyebrow rose as well.
“So, you don't require a healing or pain potion, Potter?”
“No!” Harry startled as he heard the offended tone in his voice.
Snape cleared his throat and said: “Well then... I think you will find everything else out on your own. I have told you all I know. But it can take a while until all your vampire powers have kicked in.”
“Then we shall move on to another important topic,” Lucius announced smoothly.
Snape inclined his head: “Then tell me Lucius, what made you change sides? I would have guessed the murder of your family, but you changed your alliances before I brought you the news.”
Lucius pinched Harry slightly in the ribs, obviously to tell him silently that this was his story to tell. He turned his head at and angle he would never have done as a human and gave Lucius a doubtful look, not really fond of the thought to expose his feelings to his hated potions professor, but his mate only nodded once and he sighed in defeat:
“I think, it is not right how Dumbledore is fighting this war,” he mumbled softly.
Snape only stared at him and so he decided to elaborate further: “Dumbledore wants me to kill Voldemort, at least I think that is what he wants, but I know nothing. I nearly died at the graveyard. He wants me to be the wizarding world's hero, but he doesn't train me at all and he is keeping secrets from me, I just know it!”
“A very accurate observation, Potter,” Snape said in an honest voice, without any trace of mockery.
“Every day people are dying for one cause or the other and I don't think that it will bring anyone anywhere, regardless which side they are on,” Harry's voice had gotten stronger after Snape's unspoken approval and he had a stern expression on his face. His mate had not interrupted him yet, so everything that he had said so far was reasonable, but he hesitated before he added quietly:
“And I don't want to become a murderer....” Harry bit on his bottom lip in nervousness; hopefully, Snape wouldn't think of him as a coward after his confession. To his surprise the potions master nodded, with an expression on his face as if he could relate to Harry's wish all too well.
“Why do you think that Dumbledore keeps secrets from you?” Snape inquired.
“Nagini told me that she often suffers pains whenever Voldemort is in a particular bad or good mood, like I do. She also told me that the reason for her suffering is a piece of Voldemort's soul she has inside her body...” Harry broke his explanation off and called with a hiss for the huge reptile.
The snake came slithered in from the garden: “What is it?”
“I need to show Lucius and Snape your scar,” Harry explained.
Nagini nodded her heavy head and Harry pointed on her back: “Nagini has a similar scar to mine, so I believe that I have a piece of his soul inside my body as well, and I cannot believe that Dumbledore knows nothing about it. I mean, he is Dumbledore...”
Harry felt Snape and Lucius exchange a look and then Snape asked:
“If we tell you everything we know about Voldemort, Dumbledore and yourself, what exactly will you do then?”
Harry bit his bottom lip and thought for a moment. He could not really answer the question yet, but one thing he could say: “I will find a way to end this war without any more violence and I will try to find people who will help me. I think, I will most likely ask my friends, they have always stood by my side.”
“You will need more friends than Weasley and Granger,” Lucius said calmly. “Are you willing to form your own side and maybe even take Dumbledore's sceptre away from him?”
Harry hesitated for only a second, before answering: “I already told you twice that I am willing to do all this and even more. I won't be a puppet any longer.”
Lucius chuckled: “I am aware of it, but Severus was not present at our conversations and he has a right to hear it as well
“Fine, then we will tell you all we know. Unfortunately, it will not be all you need for reaching your goals,” Snape said.
“But it will be more than I know now,” Harry replied.
“Do you already know about the Order?” Severus asked him and Harry nodded. He had been there last year, before his fourth year of Hogwarts. Sirius had just moved in there, but it had been a great week, regardless of that gloomy and dirty house.
“Good, then we at least do not have to tell you about the Order of the Phoenix,” Severus muttered.
Lucius started to caress Harry's neck again: “These pieces of souls are called Horcruxes. I do not know how many the Dark Lord made, but I believe that Dumbledore will be able to tell you more about it.”
“Horcruxes? Are they dark magic?” Harry questioned.
Lucius chuckled joylessly: “They are considered the darkest magic that exists. You make a Horcrux by killing someone. The pain that your pure soul suffers by taking a life is so great that it rips your soul apart, and with a spell you can encase this piece in an object or even another living being. In exchange, you become nearly immortal; as long as there is another piece of your soul on this earth, you can come back from the dead.”
“Can you destroy them and make someone mortal again?” Harry asked, trying to sound more confident with himself, than he actually felt.
“You can,” Snape said and Lucius added with a smirk: “You actually have destroyed one Horcrux already.”
Harry blinked owlishly: “When?”
“Do you remember the diary I dropped into Ginevra’s cauldron back in your second year?” Lucius asked.
Harry snorted: “How could I ever forget that?”
“True,” Snape drawled.
“I did not know it then, or I would not have given it away so carelessly. Not back then at least,” Lucius explained.
“So by destroying the memory-Tom, I destroyed a piece of his soul?” Harry asked.
“You did. I think that was even the reason why Lucius was so keen to bring you personally back to his former master,” Snape mused, smirking.
“The Dark Lord is your former master as well,” Lucius drawled.
“Yes, but that was a long time ago,” Snape retorted dryly.
“When did you change sides and become a spy?” Lucius suddenly inquired. His voice sounded bored, but Harry knew that he was anything but.
“When I found out that he would go after Lily because of that damn prophecy.”
“Prophecy? What prophecy?” Harry had the feeling, that this would be another of those very important pieces of information Dumbledore had never told him.
“There was a prophecy made about the one who could defeat the Dark Lord,” Snape explained, his face growing pained. “It was actually me who overheard it and told everything to the Dark Lord, maybe it would be more accurate to say, that I listened in to the first part of it, only years later I learned about its full content.”
“The things with prophecies are that they mostly only become true, because the people believe them and make them true. They always have a true part and always one, that is influenced by the people’s decisions and it is often impossible to say which part is which,” Lucius explained further.
“So...what did the prophecy say?” Harry inquired.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...." Severus recited.
Harry had started to tremble at the foreboding words. These sounded too close to certain death for his liking and he really didn't want to die, not after he had just found his soulmate. Not when he had finally started to believe that he could be very happy one day.
Lucius’ hand settled down on Harry's head and began to comb through his thick locks:
“Hush, Harry. Do not forget that not everything the prophecy says is true.” The man pressed a soft kiss to his head and Harry relaxed slightly. His dominant was by his side, everything would be fine.
He closed his eyes for a minute and when he had calmed down enough to trust his voice to sound steady again, he asked:
“What do you two think about the prophecy?”
“I believe, that it might be true, that you are the only one, who can end this war,” Lucius mused slowly and Harry nodded, because he had always known that, so it wasn't new, big and shocking news.
Snape gave a nod in consent: “I also think, that you could have a power, the Dark Lord knows not....”
“...but everything else is probably just nonsense,” Lucius ended the sentence.
“And the part about vanquishing and dying at the hand of the other?” Harry asked nervously.
Lucius snorted; something that sounded so unusual to Harry’s ears, that he turned around to look at his mate.
“How will you die as a vampire? Even the killing curse cannot harm you anymore. I think even the Dark Lord will have his problems now, even more than before,” Lucius chuckled.
“Find your own way, Potter, you do not have to vanquish him, if you find another solution,” Snape reassured him.
Harry smiled softly, oddly touched by the fact that his most disliked professor, who disliked him just as much, tried to comfort him.
“I hope you will be right,” Harry fidgeted nervously, he had another question, but he didn't know if it would be appreciated. Suddenly, two strong arms grabbed him tightly and anchored him in place.
“Cease that moving!” Lucius commanded harshly. Harry stopped instantly and noticed in embarrassment, that something hard was poking into his lower back.
He quickly mumbled a sorry and Lucius sighed:”Just ask the question.”
“But it is a question for Snape,” Harry mumbled still uncertain. Snape had never reacted well to his questions and this one would surely not be the exception.
“Professor Snape,” Snape corrected him and added: “And that will be fifty points from Gryffindor for disrespectful behaviour.”
Harry glared at the dark man and wanted to protest, when Lucius interrupted him:
“I am sure that Snape will happily answer whatever is on your mind, as long as you do not fidget in my lap any longer. Am I right Severus?” Lucius voice had adopted a tone that dared the man to refuse.
“Certainly Lucius,” Snape said with a nauseous look on his face.
Harry glared one more time for good measure and then finally asked: “What has my mother to do with the prophecy and your betrayal of Voldemort?”
Harry saw a tremble going through the dark man. Snape closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them again and speaking in a flat voice: “I knew that this would have to come out someday, but I always wished it would not happen so soon.”
“Did you know my mother?” Harry prodded further, he had the feeling that there was a whole lot more to the story, than he had originally imagined.
“Yes, I knew Lily,” Snape started finally. “We grew up in the same neighbourhood and became friends very early, long before our letters to Hogwarts arrived.”
Harry's’ eyes widened in disbelief. Snape and his mother had been friends? It was hard to believe that, but the one trait Harry appreciated about the Potions Master had always been his absolute honesty. Snape had not even once lied to him. His truths were sometimes harsh, but he never lied.
“Even after we went to Hogwarts and she got sorted into Gryffindor and I became a Slytherin, we stayed friends. Your father did not appreciate our friendship and it grew even worse after he had fallen for her...” Snape broke off for a moment, as if he had to prepare for what he was about to say. Harry sat still in Lucius’ lap, the man's strong body beneath him a calming presence.
“And then I became entangled with the Death Eaters,” Snape glared shortly at Lucius, but Harry could not see his reaction from his position, it was likely that he had his perfect Malfoy-mask in place anyway and there would be nothing to see for Harry.
“One day in our final year at school, after you father harassed me particular harshly, I called your mother Mudblood and our friendship shattered.”
Harry started to shake at the deep anguish in Snape's beetle black eyes and he snuggled closer to Lucius.
“I joined the Dark Lord, even though I knew that it was wrong and that I would end all chances to repair my friendship with your mother. A few years later I overheard the first part of prophecy, but at the time, I did not know that it would seal her fate,” Snape's voice had started to shake. It was barely noticeable, but was enough to tell Harry how much the man regretted his actions and a feeling of pity for the lonely man arose in his chest.
“I went to Dumbledore, begged him for his help and told him everything. He promised me to save you and your parents in exchange for my services as spy. I accepted without hesitation, because I would have done everything to save my dearest friend. Unfortunately, Dumbledore's plan failed.
Black made Peter the secret-keeper and Voldemort murdered your parents. When I heard about the attack, I went to Godric’s Hollow in hope to still save her, but it was too late. But I made a promise that day: To always protect you.”
Harry gulped; he didn't know what he should say. Snape’s eyes were piercing and there were no words to lessen the pain of a great loss. He knew he should be angry with Snape; it would be the natural thing to do, because in a way, it was his fault that he had to grow up without a mother and a father. But he couldn't be angry with the man, not after seeing the pain in his eyes, which was still fresh after fifteen years and furthermore: Snape had been used like Harry himself. First it had been Voldemort and later Dumbledore; maybe he had an even worse fate than Harry had.
Harry lowered his eyes and looked absentmindedly at his mating mark, the beautiful Malfoy crest. All the people in this room had been used one way or the other and all had suffered great losses; they were not that different and they would probably not find anyone else who could understand their pain as good as the others.
Surprising himself, he suddenly mumbled: “I...forgive you.”
Snape stared at him with an open mouth; disbelief written all over his face.
Taking in a deep whiff of Lucius’ calming scent, he tried to explain his reasons to his Professor and even more importantly, to himself:
“You were always a right git to me in class, but you also were always honest with me and you have done more than enough to redeem your mistakes,” Harry explained with a small voice. He jumped a little, when Lucius placed a kiss on his neck.
Snape said nothing and only gave a stiff nod, but that was enough for Harry. He would never hear a Thank You from him.
“It is settled then?” Lucius asked after a moment of silence. “We will work together?”
“We will,” agreed Snape and Harry nodded in affirmation.
“What do you want to do next Harry; it is after all your plan?” Lucius asked.
“What I want to do next?” Harry asked irritated.
“Of course, you are the one who has to bring peace in the end, thus you should be the one who decides what we shall do,” Lucius explained patiently.
“Do you think I can do that? You two know so much more than me...” he asked unsurely.
“Lucius is right, you are the most important person in this war, no one else should decide about your fate,” Snape agreed.
Harry went still for a moment and thought about what needed to be done. They had to find and destroy the Horcruxes. He still didn't want to kill Voldemort, but maybe he could use the soul- pieces to bribe the man. But to accomplish that, he needed people who followed him willingly, like his friends, but also people with more experience than he and Ron and Hermione had, like the people from the Order and he also needed Snape, to continue his work as a spy. Finally he said:
“We will search for the Horcruxes, but we cannot do that alone. I will go to Dumbledore and demand the leadership of the Order and I will also have to go back to school to find new allies I can trust.”
“Dumbledore will not hand you the Order,” Snape said patiently.
“He will if he wants a hero, otherwise I will do nothing in this war,” Harry said.
“Very Slytherin,” Lucius hummed.
Harry chuckled: “The sorting hat wanted me in Slytherin, but I refused.”
“What?!” Snape sounded incredulous.
“Why would you not want to be a Slytherin? We are cunning and intelligent,” Lucius demanded to know.
“Because of your son. I met him in Diagon Alley and a second time on my way to Hogwarts and it was not a pleasant experience.”
Lucius huffed quietly, but luckily said nothing more about the matter.
“A Potter in Slytherin...” Snape muttered under his breath.
“Well... it didn't happen,” Harry smiled.
“If you want to return to school, I have to find a cure for your sunlight problem,” Snape mused.
“I think that is a good idea. We should keep our relationship a secret for the time being,” Lucius added.
Harry chewed on his bottom lip. Why would his mate suddenly want to keep their relationship a secret? Was it, because he was so young or was Lucius ashamed of him? Because of his looks, or because he was not a Slytherin? A deep pain slowly filled Harry's chest and he felt his body growing cold.
Snape cleared his throat: “Lucius, I think you have to elaborate further, your mate is getting distressed.”
Harry felt his face being turned by a long finger, but didn't dare to look his mate in the eyes. Lucius didn't want him.
The feeling of Lucius warm lips on his pulled him from his desperation. His mate kissed him softly for a moment, before explaining:
“The people have to trust you and they will not do that so easily when they find out that you are mated to a former Death Eater and this way, I can return to Voldemort as a second spy as soon as Severus has found a solution to the sunlight issue.”
“So, you don't want to keep it a secret because you think that I am ugly?” Harry hiccupped.
His mate’s face softened a little: “No Harry, you are my mate and important to me, I could never think of you as ugly.” He gave Harry another soft kiss, this time on his cheek.
“Okay... but do you really want to return to Voldemort... I mean, he has killed your wife and son,” Harry asked.
“If I can convince him that you held me captive, then I would still be his right-hand man and could be of great use,” Lucius explained.
“You two are lucky, that you are blood mates. Normally, vampires cannot glamour their appearances, but blood mates are an exception. They can hide their true nature in order to protect their mate,” Snape mused.
“That means that if we can go outside again and you are under glamour, Voldemort will think that you didn't betray him?” Harry asked.
“Yes, the curse was meant to change the traitors appearance, so that Voldemort could see it at first sight,” Lucius affirmed.
“I will floo over to Spinner's End and collect some potion ingredients. We have to find a cure for your sunlight-problem and we can do nothing as long as you two cannot leave this house during the day,” Snape announced and rose from his seat. He went over to Harry's fireplace and lit it with a flick of his wand. Turning, he pulled something from his pocket and threw it over to Lucius, who caught it easily.
“I believe I can trust you with your wand again,” Snape drawled and threw a hand of floo powder from his robe pocket in the heath.
“Of course,” Lucius retorted.
“And Lucius,” Snape said, before he disappeared into the fireplace. “The child is your submissive. I hope you understand what this means. We will talk later.”
Harry stared after Snape. Was the man worried about him? It had certainly sounded like he was. He blinked owlishly and suddenly grew aware of the fact that he sat in Lucius’ lap. It was so strange: On one hand, he felt safe and comfortable like this, but his still very human thinking mind grew nervous once more and he began to fidget again. As soon as he realized what he was doing, Harry stopped and slid instead from his lap. Hopefully his two minds would come to an understanding soon. Watching his hands with interest, he asked:
“Would you like to accompany me? I wanted to take Nagini on a walk, she has to eat properly.”
Lucius gave a curt nod and Harry smiled at him before going to pull his shoes on.
“I will buy you some new shoes and a new wardrobe as soon as I can leave this...house.” Lucius had stepped behind him and eyed Harry’s shoes and shirt with distaste. “You are now mated to a Malfoy; you need to look like it.”
“But no one knows that I am mated to you,” Harry argued.
“But they will some day and then your ...choice of clothing will fall on me and I have to answer my associates why I have not provided you with proper clothing like a good mate should do.”
“Then I will go and buy a new wardrobe. You don't need to buy me things, I am not poor,” Harry said and stood up, he still had his pride, even as a submissive.
“That will not be necessary. It is not proper to let my submissive mate pay for himself. You would not demand of your wife to pay for her clothes either.”
Harry sighed in exasperation. There was no use to argue with Lucius about such things. Hopefully, the aristocrat would never spout his beliefs in front of Hermione, or there would be hell to pay.
“Okay, if you insist.”
“I do,” his mate drawled and pulled his own boots on.
“Nagini! We will go hunting!” Harry called. Lucius eyed him with an unreadable expression.
“What is it?” Harry asked.
“Your parseltongue sounds very different in comparison to the Dark Lords’.” he said neutrally.
Harry couldn't quite grasp what Lucius wanted to tell him with his statement. He knew that many people feared parselmouth, because it was considered a dark skill. In his second year his fellow students all thought that he would become a dark wizard when they found out. Even the other Gryffindors had been suspicious.
“Does it bother you to hear me speaking in parseltongue?”
“No. Why should it? It is a gift you possess and a reason to be proud,” Lucius answered.
“Oh...okay. I just thought... everyone else was always afraid because of it.” Harry stammered. No one had ever told him to be proud about his second language.
“Uneducated fools,” Lucius scoffed.
Nagini came slithered around the corner and asked. “Where do we go hunting?” she hissed.
“There is a meadow nearby, we will go there and hopefully find some sheep,” Harry explained.
“How many can I eat? I am quite starved.”
Harry blinked at her: “As much as you like, I guess.”
“What does she say?” Lucius inquired.
Opening the front door, Harry answered: “She wanted to know where we will go and how much she is allowed to eat. I told her she can eat as much as she likes.”
“And where will we go?” Lucius asked lifting his trademark eyebrow.
Harry smiled at him; his mates expressions became more familiar with every hour.
“Well?” prompted Lucius when he didn't answer, but only stared dazedly.
Harry flushed, at least it felt like it; he was still not sure if he could still flush, he would have to ask Lucius on some point. “There is a meadow down the street. The farmer has sheep; I hope they will be outside tonight.”
It was already very late and no houses in the neighbourhood were still illuminated. It would have quickly become problematic otherwise, with Nagini following close behind. Slithering along the pavement, the female reptile looked even longer than before. They went side by side, both deep in their own thoughts; Harry coming back to his own very conflicted feelings:
They really had a complicated relationship, Harry thought. Neither knew how to act around the other just yet. Sure, the knowledge that they were mates was there, but that didn't put them in a lovey-dovey state where nothing else but each other mattered. Harry knew that even if he had realized that Lucius was his soulmate under normal circumstances, he would not have consummated the bond so soon. To be honest, he was still quite young and inexperienced. Could he even satisfy Lucius? He knew nothing about how to pleasure a body, not even his own, and he had not even kissed yet. Lucius in contrast, had been married for years and maybe even had his share of well educated and experienced lovers on the side.
And that brought him to the matter of Narcissa and Draco. They had been killed only yesterday, or maybe the day before that, but Lucius had only found out yesterday. He surely wanted to mourn his late wife and son a bit longer and a new mate would just be in the way of that. How could he start a relationship with Harry when he had just lost his beloved wife? Harry bit his bottom lip nervously. He wanted to ask his mate about his wife, but wasn't quite brave enough.
“You may ask me anything that is on your mind. I promised you, that we could talk about everything that has happened,” floated Lucius’ soft voice over to him.
“Do you... still love Narcissa?” Harry stammered quietly. “I mean, I can understand if you want to pause our relationship for some time... whatever kind of relationship we have... that is...” he felt like flushing, Lucius must think him really inadequate. He peered down at his shoes, but when no answer came, Harry looked up again. Lucius seemed to have waited for his attention because he eyed him intently:
“Harry, what kind of relationship do you want to have?”
Harry shrugged: “How can I answer that, if I don't even know how you feel over your loss?” He tried to sound confident and not like the submissive he now was, but it was difficult. His mate had his piercing gaze still fixed on him, and his nervousness increased with every second.
“I have never loved Narcissa. At least, not in the way, a lover would have,” Lucius finally answered.
Harry blinked questioningly up at him: “But you two were married and when I saw you together at the World Cup, you seemed fond of each other.”
“Narcissa and I grew up together and I always loved her like a sister. I never could find something appealing about the female body, but I had to marry and sire an heir regardless of my personal predicament. She knew all of this and married me in spite of it and provided me with a loving home, an heir and more freedom than I could ever have wished for, but we never became lovers. And now tell me, what kind of relationship would you wish for? Or am I wrong when I assume that it was the physical aspect of our newly formed bond was the source of your distress earlier?”
They had reached the meadow and Harry came to a halt. In the distance, he could see white spots shimmering in the bright moonlight and Nagini quickly slithered away. He leaned against the fence and fixed his eyes on a spot on Lucius’ robes.
“I can feel that you are my mate, but I... I have never even kissed before. We didn't kiss yesterday either... and I was never in any kind of relationship before... and to be honest, our encounter is a bit blurry, so I don't feel like I really had sex for the first time, it feels like something else...even though it wasn't a bad experience,” Harry was relieved when Lucius saved him from further embarrassment by saying:
“I understand. You are quite young and if I had been in my right mind, I would never have done that to you. Maybe in a few years, but not now. If you wish, we can establish our relationship slowly. And you are right: Our encounter, did feel more like a ritual, than anything else.”
“Would that be ok for you? I mean, you are older and probably used to... you know...having regular sex?”
Amusement shone in Lucius eyes: “I can assure you: I am quite adept at suppressing certain emotions.”
“You are not only adept at suppressing certain emotion but all of them,” Harry huffed. Panicked sounds came from the meadow and Harry assumed that Nagini had captured one of the sheep.
“Lucius?” he asked after a while where they both had stared into the darkness, trying to see what Nagini was doing, but their senses were not fully awake yet. His thoughts started to wander as he looked into the distance, thinking about all the changes he had gone through. Beside now having a mate and being nearly immortal, what did it mean to be a vampire?
He had never heard of a vampire that had been at least twenty when he or she was turned, there must be reasons for that. If his body had stopped growing and developing with his change, his life could get complicated, because he never would look even closely like an adult, even when his identification card would say something different in two years
“What is on your mind, Harry?” Lucius’ voice was soft and smooth like velvet.
“Does my body stay like this?” he inquired. Deep inside, he knew the answer, but he had to ask anyway. He was just still so small and young looking.
“Your body will always be one of a fifteen year old boy, regardless of how many centuries will pass,” his mate answered nonchalantly.
Pushing all his previous thoughts about the matter aside, he asked shyly: “Doesn't it bother you?”
Somehow, he felt sorry for this gorgeous man, who could have any man as his lover and was now stuck with a child for the rest of eternity.
“It should, but it does not. Maybe it is the fact that we are soul mates, but I find your young body rather endearing,” Lucius mused and added: “No need to be embarrassed and certainly no reason to flush. It is common knowledge that mates find each other appealing on a sexual level.”
Harry's cheeks heated even more: “So I can still blush?”
“Not quite, there is only a faint pink tint on your cheeks, barely noticeable, but I can smell your embarrassment,” the aristocrat explained.
“Oh,” Harry replied intelligently.
“We have to teach you more intelligent words,” his mate said and stroked his neck with the nail of his thumb. Lucius’ nails had become rather sharp, like the claws of a wild animal, even sharper and longer than his own had become and the touch sent shivers down Harry's spine. A small whimper left his throat and his mate chuckled quietly and a bit evilly: “You like that, do you not? Who would have guessed that the Gryffindor hero would like pain?” The claw scratched the length of Harry's neck and disappeared then, but not before invoking another moan from Harry.
Flustered, he turned back around to the meadow, his cock was stirring in his trousers and if the satisfied look on Lucius face was any indication, he could smell his arousal as well as his embarrassment a few minutes ago.
Nagini came back, with three visible bumps in her body.
“Are you sated?” Harry hissed, grateful for the interruption.
She nodded and they went back to the Dursleys house in contented silence.
The night went by similar to the previous with Lucius reading, but Harry did not really know what he should do. Due to the late hour, there wasn’t anything interesting to watch on TV. He nearly fell from his armchair when he turned the device on and was greeted by two men fucking a curvy blond woman in a garden house.
Lucius commented the incident with the words: “This is below my dignity,” and Harry had quickly turned off the telly. Unfortunately, sunbathing was not an option either and so in the end, he persuaded Lucius to teach him chess properly. The man had declined at first, but after he had commented that he would never be able to win against Ron otherwise and that he should be able to do at least that as a Malfoy mate, the aristocrat had budged.
Snape had not appeared for the rest of the night, but Harry assumed that he would arrive the next day; after all, the dark man was still human and was probably tired. It had sounded as if his greasy Potions Master planned to move in with them, so Harry would have to set up a room for him, or a room in the cellar depending on what Snape would prefer.
When a pink tint appeared on the horizon, Harry could feel a deadly tiredness slowly clouding his mind.
“I suggest we better go upstairs,” Lucius announced.
Up in their bedroom, Harry let the roller shutters down, just to be safe. They were now full vampires after all and it would not be good to get caught by the sunlight in their sleep. Then he stripped down to his boxers and pulled his nightshirt over his head. He gave the cord on his nightstand a quick glance, but didn't pick it up; he would not need it anymore.
Crawling into the bed, Harry lay down on his back and closed his eyes. He would like to cuddle up to Lucius, but wasn't sure if his mate would appreciate it. Lucius Malfoy had never made a very affectionate impression and their bond was still fresh.
He felt the bed dip and a shifting when his mate climbed in next to him. The feeling of someone watching him crawled up Harry's spine and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Lucius elegant face hovering only a few inches above his own. Before he could ask if something was wrong, Lucius’ soft lips sealed over his own, massaging them gently and sweetly, evoking a quiet sigh from Harry. The kiss was tender, making Harry feel loved and cared for. Only when Lucius parted, did he notice that he had closed his eyes and sunken into the wonderful sensation. He blinked up at his mate and saw the hungry expression was back in the grey eyes, only well restrained this time.
Harry smiled up at his mate and Lucius took it as an invitation. The aristocrat descended once more, pressing his firm body against Harry’s smaller one. Harry gasped when Lucius' tongue slid into his mouth. He could feel his mind getting fuzzy as the man started to assault his mouth possessively. His mate's tongue teased his own, slid over his teeth and stroked the roof of his mouth.
The man tasted so good: sweet and rich and luxurious. He groaned into his dominants mouth and submitted completely to him, letting Lucius talented tongue roam his cavern freely. This kiss felt so different, but it was as good as their first one, showing Harry, that he finally belonged to someone. When Lucius drew back after a long moment, but still all too soon, Harry was in a daze; silly smile plastered across his face.
The aristocrat chuckled softly and drew him closer to his warm body.
“I will teach you everything you need to know slowly. I will form you into the perfect mate for me,” Lucius whispered into his ears.
Harry knew he probably should be offended at the suggestion that he needed to be formed, but strangely enough, he wasn't. He wanted to be the perfect mate for Lucius and he knew somehow that the man would never force him to do anything he didn't like. In contrast: Harry had the feeling that Lucius and he would like the same things in their intimate relationship; they were soul mates after all.
He snuggled closer to Lucius, until he was curled up in the curve between his chin and strong legs. The man had disregarded his robes and shirt and wore only a pair of boxers so that Harry could feel the heat radiating from him. A strong arm embraced him protectively and at the moment the sun raised over 4 Privet Drive their eyes fell closed and they once again drifted into their deep, inhuman slumber.
AN: ** Incubus (lat.)= Nightmare
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