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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 let himself into Lucius’ rooms to find the man not there. He huffed and left, heading for the man’s office. He knocked, hoping Lucius would be there, because if he wasn’t, Harry had no idea where he’d be, and Harry was in need of the comfort only Lucius’ blood could provide.

“Enter.” Came the cool, cultured voice.

Harry walked in and strode up to the man, who was grading papers.

Lucius set his quill down just in the nick of time before Harry shoved him back, chair and all, and planted himself in the man’s lap. He grabbed Lucius’ left hand and stroked his tongue over the base of the thumb once, twice, before biting down.

He sucked and felt his whole body relax as spicy-sweet blood filled his mouth. He let out a soft mewl of satisfaction as he melted against the man, swallowing every few seconds.

Lucius chuckled. “Rough morning?” He asked.

“Mmm.” Harry hummed in assent, still sucking gently. He pulled his mouth off of Lucius and licked the wounds closed. “I had a panic attack.” He said flatly.

Lucius frowned. “Whatever about?” He asked, perplexed.

Harry sighed. “What else? Voldemort. I have to be the one to kill him, and if something goes wrong, I could lose any number of my closest friends, or Draco, or you. But no pressure.” He said in an irritated tone of voice.

Lucius sighed and wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him close and stroking the back of his neck in a soothing gesture. “My beloved Harry, everyone that will be there fighting is going willingly. You can’t make choices about who fights and who doesn’t, that is up to the individual themselves. All you can do is hope that everyone you love comes out of the fight intact. And don’t forget the spell I cast earlier this year. Draco cannot die without my leave, and unless I run out of options to keep him alive, I will not give it.” Lucius said firmly. “At the very least, you do not have to worry about him.”

Harry nodded slowly. “You’re right. I had forgotten about that.” He said. “I just want this all to be over already. I’m so sick of all the worrying!”

Lucius raised Harry’s face and kissed him deeply, tasting the metallic taste of his blood on Harry’s tongue still. “I know, my beloved. We will end it, soon. There are a few more steps in the courtship, and then we will take a week or two for ourselves before I bring you to him. Before we do that, I’m going to take you to Diagon Alley. We need to stop by Ollivander’s for a spare wand. You know he will demand that I hand over yours when I bring you to him.” Lucius told Harry. “I will not leave you defenceless.” He said fiercely.

Harry smiled and traced a finger over Lucius’ bottom lip. “I didn’t think you would. I trust you.”

Lucius opened his mouth and drew the finger into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment before releasing it.

Harry smiled and licked his lips. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.” He warned the man.

Lucius chuckled. “Don’t put your body parts too close to my mouth, then. I always want you in my mouth, you know that.” He returned.

Harry blushed.

Lucius’ smile widened. “Ah, there’s that lovely shade of red. Beautiful.” He purred, tracing a finger over Harry’s cheek. “You need to leave me so I can get some marking done, Love. You are a lovely distraction, but these essays are not going to mark themselves, though I really wish they would.” He muttered, glaring at the stack of parchment.

Harry chuckled and slid off Lucius’ lap, making the man suck in a breath. “Fine, I’ll go.” He said lightly. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

*****

“Hey.” Ron said as Harry sat down. “Any idea where your feathery friend is?” He asked, nodding toward the Slytherin table.

Harry looked and frowned. Draco wasn’t there. “Noo…” He said slowly. “He missed breakfast, too.” He realized, now that he was thinking about it.

“That’s really weird, for him. He doesn’t usually skip meals. Two in a row is unheard of. Think he might be sick?” Ron asked.

“Maybe…” Harry blinked in dawning realization. Or he’s moulting! He thought.

He began to eat faster. “I’ll talk to Prince when I’m done here, maybe he knows what’s going on.”

Ron nodded. “Good idea. If something’s up with Malf—er, his mate—he’ll know.”

“That’s the hope, at least.” Harry muttered.

He ate until he saw Professor Prince get up and leave, then got up and followed him. “Professor!” He called out, making the man stop and turn to face him.

“Yes, Potter?” He drawled, obviously not in the mood to talk to him.

“Um.” Harry licked his lips nervously. “Where’s Draco? He’s missed two meals, now, and—“

“He has not missed them, he is merely taking them in our rooms. He’s, ah,” Severus leaned closer and whispered, “moulting. He says he must have caught one of the sicknesses that can cause it from one of the guards the Queen brought with her.”

Harry blinked. Yeah, he definitely caught something, but not from a member of the royal guard. Harry thought. “All right.” He said. “Let him know I hope he feels better soon.”

Severus nodded. “He should be able to leave the rooms by midday tomorrow. I will pass along your well-wishes to him.” He said, then turned and headed back toward the dungeons.

Shit. Harry realized in shock. Draco’s pregnant!

*****

Draco morosely picked out a few more feathers, putting them in the box Severus was keeping his feathers in for now, and sighed. We were so careful! He thought dejectedly. We didn’t want any children until after the war. Well, I wouldn’t have minded, but… Severus is going to be so upset with me.

The door opened and Severus came in. “Your being sick has inflicted Potter’s company upon me. He sends his regards, and hopes you’ll feel better soon.” He told the blond, coming over and bending to kiss his mate. “I’m glad I can’t catch whatever you have.” He murmured.

Draco smiled thinly. “Me, too. Could you preen me? I can’t reach most of my feathers, and I keep finding them on the floor.” He requested.

Severus’ eyes darkened and he smiled. “I think I might have a few hours free. Get into the bedroom, brat.” He said, slapping Draco’s arse as the blond hurried into the room and lay down on the bed.

Severus brought the box of feathers with him and set it on the bed next to Draco, then removed his shirt. As nice as Draco’s pheromone-oil smelled, Severus had no desire to spend the rest of the day wearing the distracting scent. He draped his shirt over the corner of the wardrobe’s open door, then climbed atop the bed and straddled Draco’s thighs.

He reached up and began tugging gently at each feather, testing if it was ready to come out yet. Most of them came out easily, and he put those in the box beside himself, leaving those that weren’t quite ready yet.

Draco’s wings were a messy, bedraggled sight at the moment, and Severus sighed softly. They were usually so lovely, and Severus could admit, if only to himself, that he took a great deal of pleasure in looking at them, admiring the beauty and grace of his—admittedly vain—mate.

“Do you want me to use the oil, Draco?” Severus asked, running his fingertips up under the wings and tracing over the small glands there.

Draco sighed and shook his head. “There’s really no point, is there? I’m moulting, they’re all going to fall out anyway.” He groused.

Severus sighed and leaned in to kiss at the back of Draco’s neck. “My beautiful brat, I’m so sorry. I know you hate moulting. When your new feathers grow in, I’ll preen them for you and we’ll cap the experience with wild, passionate sex, alright?” He asked, plucking feathers from the undersides of Draco’s wings.

Draco chuckled. “Sounds like a plan.” He said sleepily. Without the pheromone oil involved, Severus was able to keep his faculties, and without his mate’s libido spurring him on, Draco found himself being lulled to sleep instead. Well, he thought as he slipped under, I didn’t sleep very well last night, anyway.

*****

Harry opened his eyes and looked around. He didn’t recognise the room, but if he had ended up where and when he meant to, he was in the little cottage on Lucius’ island.

He felt an arm draped over his waist and smiled, covering the hand resting over his navel with his own hand and twining the fingers together. He gave the hand a light squeeze, then tried to slide off the bed.

Immediately, the arm tightened and a growl sounded behind him. “And just where,” Lucius cultured voice said, “do you think you are going?”

Harry chuckled. “To the loo, if you must know.” He answered.

Lucius sighed and released him, rolling over and taking the light blanket with him. “Fine, you may go, but you’re coming right back.” He demanded. “I want to have you for breakfast.” He added.

Harry flushed and hurried into the bathroom.

When he came back out, Lucius was already getting started on his own. He had an arm behind his head and the other hand was running up and down his cock, slowly stroking the flesh. He met Harry’s eyes and smirked, reaching over to grab the vial of lube that was sitting on the nightstand. He tossed it to Harry.

Harry caught the vial and looked down at it, then joined Lucius on the bed. “I’m assuming you want a show?” He asked teasingly.

Lucius hummed in reply, his lips curving into a smile. “If it’s not too much trouble.” He purred.

Harry snorted and turned so that he was facing away from Lucius, opening the vial and slicking the fingers of one hand. He had enough of his memories available to him to know what he was supposed to do, though specifics were vague.

Sir Gregor had explained that due to the changeable nature of the future, memories would be lacking in detail while he was in a precognitive dream, but he’d know the important things, like who people were and how to do things he did regularly and things like that.

Harry reached behind himself and slid one finger into his hole, hearing Lucius’ satisfied hum from behind him. He slid it in and out a few times, then smiled when Lucius prompted him, “Add another, Love.”

He added a second finger and scissored them, stretching himself for Lucius, moaning softly.

Lucius moaned with him. “Yes. That’s enough, Harry. I want you to feel me all day long.” He breathed.

Harry pulled his fingers out and crawled over to Lucius, straddling the man. He used his still-slick fingers to slick the man’s cock, then raised up and sank down on it, moaning loudly.

Lucius growled, grabbing onto his hips and raising his own to meet Harry’s. “This is going to be fast.” He warned. “I can’t last very long. You’re so tight!”

Harry chuckled. “Don’t worry, just make sure you bite me and I’ll come, too.” He promised.

“Spread your wings.” Lucius commanded. “I want to see them while I fuck you.”

Harry spread his wings, flapping them a few times to fill the air around them with more of his scent.

Lucius inhaled deeply and sighed happily. “Merlin, you smell delicious. I can never get enough of that scent!” He helped Harry move, slamming upward every time Harry came down on his cock, fucking up into him as best he could.

Harry couldn’t hold in the soft moans he was letting out with every thrust as Lucius battered his prostate relentlessly. He felt the man’s hand close around his cock and looked down.

Lucius was grinning up at him. “Come on, Harry. I know you can come first. You’re so sensitive and responsive that it shouldn’t take you long at all.” He coaxed, stroking Harry quickly.

Harry bucked up into the hand, then ground down on Lucius’ cock. He moaned loudly, then gasped as Lucius grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down to lie flat on top of him.

“I want you to come on my cock, my lovely mate.” Lucius growled. “Do you need the bite, or can you come like this? Hm?”

Harry whined. “I want the bite.” He told Lucius, then bared his neck for the man, displaying his mating mark. “Please?”

Lucius growled in satisfaction, then leaned up and licked over the mark, still stroking and fucking Harry.

Harry shivered.

“Alright, then.” Lucius said, and bit.

Harry screamed, coming hard and setting Lucius off with him.

Lucius kept thrusting as he released into Harry, stopping only when his cock softened enough to slip out on its own. He held Harry close, stroking his back, and licked over the teeth marks he’d left as they caught their breath. “Well, that was satisfying.” He said with a large grin, smacking Harry’s arse playfully. “Are you hungry?” He asked.

Harry hummed drowsily. “Kind of, but I don’t want to get up.” He answered, laying on top of Lucius with his wings spread over them.

Lucius laughed. “Fine, we can lay here and cuddle for a while longer first. You’re lucky you’re so cute. I really let you get away with far too much.”

Harry just grinned and nuzzled into Lucius’ neck, breathing in his scent eagerly.

He smelled like home.

*****

Harry brightened when he saw Draco come into the Great Hall just in time for lunch.

The other Faurae made a beeline for the Gryffindor table and Harry cast a muffliato as soon as the blond sat down, casting a regretful glance at Hermione.

She just rolled her eyes and shrugged, indicating that she didn’t care if they had secrets from her.

Ginny, on the other hand, looked decidedly miffed.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you for backing up my lie. I appreciate it.” He said softly.

“Why didn’t you tell him the truth?” Harry asked.

Draco flushed. “Well, to be fair, we don’t know for sure that I’m pregnant. It could be something else. After all, I’m on Contraceptus, and there’s only one thing that causes it to fail, and I’ve steered clear of it, so maybe it’s something else.” He said. “I’m going to ask Her Majesty tonight. I want you with me when I do.”

Harry nodded. “I’ll be there.” He promised. “What are you going to do if you are pregnant?”

Draco frowned. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He answered.

Harry nodded. “Fair enough.” He said. “Ready to face the wrath of Ginny?”

Draco smirked. “Sure, let’s talk down Red.” He said lightly.

Harry dispelled the muffliato and, right on cue, Ginny let them have it.

“What the hell, you two?! I thought we were all friends here! What was so important that you couldn’t tell me?! I know how to keep secrets, you both know that!” She said loudly.

“It’s not that we don’t trust you.” Draco told her. “It’s just that I have news I don’t want anyone to know yet. Harry only knows because he has information on Faurae that you aren’t privy to, and it’s a very private matter. He only knows because he’s a submissive Faurae, too, and as such, needed the same information I did. If it weren’t for his submissive nature, he’d be in the dark just as much as you are, and I promise I will tell you soon. I just want to be sure first, because what we think is going on might be wrong.” He finished.

Ginny huffed, eyes narrowed.

“Please, Red, don’t be mad.” Draco said softly. “I trust you, you know that.”

Ginny groaned. “Fine, have your secret for now. Just tell me when you can, alright?” She asked.

Draco smiled at her thankfully. “I will.” He promised.
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