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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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This chapter you’ll be informed by the date we’re at that I’ve been detailing every. Single. Day. To some extent. So, we’re still in early February. Keep in mind that this means I didn’t skip Valentine’s Day, we just haven’t gotten there yet. It’s fast approaching. ^_^

Draco watched as Severus and Lucius sat down with Liam to chat, then turned his attention to Ana, who was standing a few feet away, talking to Harry softly.

He walked over to her just as Harry said, “So he wants you to look inside his mind and check, to be sure.”

Ana nodded and led them behind the copse of trees before taking both of Draco’s hands in her own. “I need contact to read your mind, but this is the easiest way. Think of all the properties of the potion you were on that might be relevant. It could be something small.” She said, then nodded. “Alright. Did you eat anything strange about a week ago?” She asked. She paused and blinked twice rapidly. “Oh. Oh, well, that explains things.” She said lightly.

Draco frowned. “What? What does?” He asked nervously.

Ana smiled. “The potion is rendered useless if you eat grapes or drink their juice, correct?” She asked.

Draco nodded. “That’s right.” He affirmed.

Ana giggled. “Six days ago, you ate rubika fruit with breakfast.” She told him. “Didn’t it taste kind of… Grape-y?”

Draco paled. “A little bit.” He said softly. “But it’s Elven. I thought it was safe.”

“The rubika is an Elven food, yes, but it is a cousin of your grape. They share many similarities, and apparently the nutrient that counteracts your Contraceptus is present in both fruits. So, yes, you’re right. You are pregnant. When are you going to tell your mate?” She asked, dropping his hands.

Draco gulped. “Hopefully not until after the final battle.” He said quietly.

Harry gaped at him. “I don’t want you fighting if you’re pregnant!” He hissed. “That baby is my grandchild—and it felt very weird to say that!” He added.

Draco huffed. “Step-grandchild, and you can’t stop me if I want to fight!” He spat.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “I could tell Lucius.” He threatened.

“If you tell anyone,” Draco hissed, stepping up to Harry, “about this, I will never let you know another secret about me again.” He finished, eyes flashing.

Harry sighed. “Draco, I don’t want you putting your unborn child at risk—“

“My child, my body, my choice.” Draco interrupted softly. “If you stop me and end up dead, I will never forgive myself. If I lose this child fighting, I’ll at least know I fought. No one else needs to know until after we win. It’s important to me, Harry.” He finished solemnly.

“Fine.” Harry relented. “I’ll keep your secret, but you owe me.”

“And if I lose the child, you’ll keep your silence indefinitely? If I lose the child, I don’t want Severus to know I ever was pregnant.” Draco pressed.

Harry shook his head. “I promise I’ll keep your secret, however long you decide to hold onto it. Just… If you do lose it, you’ll need to talk to someone about it instead of letting it fester. I can be that person for you.” He offered.

Draco smiled. “Agreed. But let’s hope it never comes to that.” He said firmly.

Ana shook her head. “Boys.” She sighed. “Martyrs, the lot of you.” She said, but her voice held a note of fondness. “Come on, let’s get you back to your mate. Harry, go see Sir Gregor. He’ll be expecting you.” She told him.

Harry nodded and headed off to see the man.

He passed by Tyrell on the way.

Tyrell smiled at him and bowed. “My Lord.” He said deferentially.

Harry shook his head. “You don’t have to call me that; You’re a friend.” He said. “Harry is fine.”

Tyrell’s smile widened. “Not while the other Fae are here, My Lord. After they leave we can be informal again. For now, I’ll keep to protocol.” He said.

Harry shrugged. “Fine by me, so long as it’s not permanent.” He told the Fae before continuing on his way.

He knocked on the door to Sir Gregor’s room, and heard the man’s voice bid him enter.

He walked in to find the man seated on the floor on a cushion, with another cushion in front of him. “Come in, sit, and we’ll get started.”

Harry sat in front of him.

“Did it go well?” Sir Gregor asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes, very. I saw something new each night.” He told the man, an obvious note of satisfaction in his voice.

Sir Gregor smiled and nodded. “Very good, My Lord. Now, we will work on having a vision while awake, which is a good deal more tricky. Don’t feel bad if it takes more time than we have today.” He advised.

Harry smiled. “I’m ready.” He said.

*****

“So, Father was staring at you an awful lot at breakfast. What do you want to bet he’ll be asking you to stay after class?” Draco asked as he caught up with Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Pansy snorted. “He won’t take that bet.” She said surely.

Harry smiled. “Yeah, because I’m pretty sure you’re right. He had that look in his eyes he gets when he’s planning something.” He said.

Hermione snorted. “Be honest, Harry; you were watching him right back.”

“I never said I wasn’t.” Harry answered with a shrug.

They stopped in front of the door to DADA and waited. Hermione and Draco got into a discussion about the next steps in the courtship, and Harry halfway listened.

As Draco got to the part about Harry either buying or making the wedding robes, Lucius showed up and let them into the classroom.

“Mr. Potter.” He called out as the students took their seats. “Please stay after class so I may have a word with you.”

Draco turned to Harry and shot him a smug smirk that clearly said, ‘I told you so.’

Harry just rolled his eyes and got ready to take notes, slipping a cinnamon candy into his mouth from the box in his pocket.

*****

Harry got up as students filed out of the classroom and stood in front of Lucius’ desk. “You wanted me to stay, Sir?” He asked with a small smile.

Lucius returned the smile. “I did.” He waited until the last student left, then flicked his wand at the door, closing it and locking it. “The next step in the courtship is the weekend get-away, and I have it planned for this weekend, if you’re amenable.”

Harry flushed. That meant he’d be spending the night in bed with Lucius on Saturday, which was Valentine’s Day. “Alright.” He said.

Lucius chuckled. “Yes, I know what day you’re thinking of, and no, I don’t expect any rule-breaking from you. I am quite content with what we are able to do, for now. We will be able to sate our lusts for each other soon enough.” He said, coming around the desk and pulling Harry into his arms. He bent and kissed the teen, humming into the kiss. He pulled away long enough to murmur, “You taste like cinnamon.”

Harry laughed. “I taste like you.” He corrected.

“True, but as I cannot detect my own pheromones, I’m not used to tasting cinnamon on my lovers.” Lucius reminded him.

“I like your pheromones.” Harry said, smiling up at the man.

Lucius licked his lips. “And I like yours. How many of those candies do you have left?” He asked with a smile.

Harry blushed. “Um. Not very many.” He confessed. “I kind of have them with me everywhere I go. I suck on one whenever I miss you. Which is a lot.”

“I’m happy to hear that you like the taste so much. From what Severus has told me, you’ll be tasting it rather a lot once we marry.” Lucius teased. “At any rate, you’re going to be late to your next class. I’ll write you a note.”

Harry was half-tempted to tell him not to bother, since Professor Binns would probably not even notice his arrival, but soon enough, Lucius was passing a folded piece of parchment to him. “Thank you, Lucius. I’ll see you at dinner.” He said, waving as he headed out the door.

Lucius watched him go, then sat down to grade during his free period.

*****

Harry sat down for dinner, scooting over as Draco sat beside him.

“So?” The blond prompted as they filled their plates.

Harry smiled. “He wanted to tell me he planned our weekend get-away for this weekend.” He told Draco, loud enough that all his friends could hear, as well.

Draco nodded. “On Valentine’s, that’s romantic of him.” He noted.

Harry flushed. “Yeah.” He agreed. “I’m a little sad I’ll miss it here, there’s something exciting that’s going to happen, but I’ll hear about it when I get back.” He said, thinking of Neville proposing to Ginny. He’d miss the proposal proper, but he’d no doubt see the ring when he got back. Ginny would accept, and she’d be over the moon, showing her ring off to anyone who asked, a few people who didn’t.

Ron snorted. “Where’s he taking you?” He asked. “Another island?” All of Gryffindor had heard about the final date by now, and Harry shrugged.

“He didn’t say. Knowing him, it’ll be somewhere posh, though.” Harry said mildly.

Draco grinned. “Father’s trying very hard to impress you, you know.” He pointed out. “He’s pulling out all the stops. Even I’ve never seen the island you’ve been to.”

“I’m sure you’ll get to. Just not while we’re there. There’s only one bed in the cottage, he says.” Harry told him.

Draco smirked. “Oh, so it’s purely a romantic island. I see.” He purred.

Harry smiled. “Yes, it’s a cosy little place just big enough for two. It’s very nice. I think he intended to tell you about it after your mother was out of the picture, or once you were old enough to go without her. I’m pretty sure he just never wanted her there.”

“That makes sense.” Draco said, nodding. “They were always polite to one another, but aside from an occasional peck on the cheek, I never really saw them demonstrate any affection toward one another. Not like he is with you, constantly joined at the lips. There’s definite chemistry there, loathe as I am to admit it.” He said in a long-suffering tone.

Harry laughed. “You wanted us to get together.” He reminded the blond.

Draco rolled his eyes. “I regret it frequently.” He told Harry.

“Careful what you wish for.” Harry shot back. “You might get more than you bargained for.”

“Yes, I can see that now.”

They finished their dinner and headed out to the Entrance Hall to wait for Severus and Lucius.

Lucius came out first. “Draco, Beloved.” He greeted them.

Harry flushed. “Lucius.” He returned.

Draco smirked. “Father. Where are you taking Harry this weekend?” He asked curiously.

“I’ll tell you later. In private.” He said mildly. “Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise for Harry.”

Draco raised a brow. “Well, is it somewhere I’ve been, this time?” He asked.

Lucius nodded. “It is. It’s somewhere you enjoyed quite a bit, though you may not remember it very well.”

Draco eyed him, then narrowed his eyes. “How old was I last time I was there?” He asked suspiciously.

Lucius smirked. “Two.” He answered.

Harry smothered a chuckle.

Draco shot him a glare, then turned back to his father. “Then that doesn’t count.” He said impatiently. “It’s not like I can remember it!”

“I beg to differ.” Lucius said. “You asked if you were there before. You have been. Whether or not you can remember it is not what you asked. Be more specific next time.” He advised.

“He has a point, Draco.” Severus agreed, joining them.

Draco turned his glare to his husband. “Do you want sex tonight?”

“Oh, God, don’t say things like that in front of me! Bad visuals!” Harry said, clapping his hands over his ears.

“Draco, really, not in public.” Lucius chastised gently, pulling Harry’s hands from his ears. “Let’s head to the forest.” He said.

“Yes, let’s!” Harry said emphatically, then led the way.

Lucius chuckled at Harry’s reaction as the three Faurae followed him.

*****

Harry sighed. “I saw something, but I couldn’t quite make it out. I don’t think I’m any good at this.” He said sadly.

Sir Gregor laughed. “And how do you think you are going to get good at it, if you don’t practice?” He asked. “Try again. You need to relax and let it come. Don’t be afraid of it. It can be rather overwhelming the first time, but you’ll learn to See even while retaining your awareness of the world around you in time, the more you use your ability. And remember, events you See are not set in stone. The future is a changeable thing.” He reminded Harry.

Harry nodded, and focused on Seeing Lily’s first steps again.

He felt his awareness of the room around him begin to dim, and the parlour of Malfoy Manor swam into view, wavering slightly. He clung to it, and the foggy surroundings snapped into sharp focus. He saw a baby standing in the middle of the room, holding onto the table in front of her.

“Come here, Lily Flower.” Lucius was coaxing, holding out his arms. “Walk to Father.”

Lily turned her head to look at him and said, “Fa!”

Harry laughed. “Yes, that’s Father.” He encouraged. “Walk to him.” He said.

“Come on, sweetie. Come to me.” Lucius said.

Lily let go of the table and took a step toward him, teetering slightly.

Harry held his breath. She was doing it!

She took another step, then another, and then overbalanced, landing on her front. She crawled the rest of the way.

Lucius picked her up, laughing. “Well, that’s definitely a good start.” He told her. “We’ll have you walking in no time.” He said proudly.

Harry smiled, then heard his name being called softly. He listened, and heard it again, recognizing the voice as Sir Gregor’s.

He let the vision fade, and blinked as awareness of his current surroundings returned. “I finally did it!” He said in triumph.

Sir Gregor laughed. “I know, you were talking aloud. A good choice; a child’s first steps are always a happy memory.” He told the teen, smiling widely.

Harry blushed to find out he’d been speaking aloud, but smiled happily. “She’s going to be a beautiful baby!” He told the man.

Sir Gregor nodded. “I’ve seen your mate while looking through your mind, and I have to agree: You two will make lovely children.”

Harry beamed.

“Now that you have managed to See something, I want you to try again, with something that won’t be quite as happy. I’ve seen several Faurae be born and raised in my time, and your best bet will probably be the day one of your children’s wings come in; it’s usually a bittersweet memory, because it is painful for the one with the wings and there is nothing you can do about it, but it is a proud moment in a parent’s life to know that their child is blessed enough to gain wings. Flying under one’s own power is a singular experience, and bearing children is a blessing.” He finished.

Harry nodded, focused on his twins this time, and tried to will a vision to appear…

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