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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38885 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Before we get to the chapter proper, I wanted to make one thing clear, since I didn’t really go into it earlier: Lucius has been aware of the Dursleys’ abuse since their Occlumency lessons, but he’s also aware that Harry considers it all in the past, and chooses not to focus on it as much as possible. He also has made it clear that he doesn’t approve of the idea of going after them for revenge, so Lucius won’t be going that route. Now, onto the chapter!

Lucius lay awake, listening to Harry’s soft, even breaths and occasionally brushing a kiss over the nape of the teen’s neck, as he mulled over what had happened in the shower.

He’d noticed, during the rim-job he’d given Harry, that the water hitting the teen’s back disappeared and reappeared running in rivulets down Harry’s back in a very tell-tale pattern; one he’d seen before, on Severus’ scarred body after the other boy had learned how to cast a decent glamour.

Harry was hiding his back, and, on closer inspection, parts of his chest as well, from Lucius. It might not even be intentional anymore, for all Lucius knew. Perhaps Harry had grown so used to using the glamour that he hardly noticed it anymore, and he had simply forgot that he had it on at all.

Severus had had to reapply his every day while he was younger, but as a submissive Faurae, Harry had the magical reserves available to keep the glamour fuelled day and night, with no need to recast it unless he’d ended up falling unconscious, and it broke that way.

Even in sleep, like now, the glamour still held up to sight and—Lucius ran his fingers over the teen’s back—yes, to touch, too.

Lucius sighed, realizing that the only way he had to make the teen be honest with him was to be completely honest in return, and let Harry in on the secret only Lucius and a man long dead knew.

But not until after they returned from their trip to see some of the city the next day. There was no need to bring up the topic early and cast a pall over the rest of the day. Better to wait until evening, so they could both unburden themselves and sleep off the effects afterward.

*****

Lucius fingered the tiny box in his pocket as he led Harry into the restaurant on his other arm. He still wasn’t sure that the gesture he planned to make would win enough of Harry’s trust to make the teen open up to him later on, but paired with the confession he was going to make when they got back to the hotel suite, it just might work. Besides, he’d been planning to do this since he was young, and it was finally time for it to happen.

Lucius thanked the waiter as they took their seats and tapped his wand to Harry’s menu, casting a translation charm on it. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll order for you. I may have to teach you Italian sometime, if we plan to visit here again.” He mused.

Harry flushed. “How many languages do you even speak?!” He asked, feeling that Lucius was far more educated than he was. He was proven right when the man answered.

“Fluently? Four; English, French, Italian and Latin. A smattering of others here and there. Just enough to get by in some of the places my family has property. I learned my languages young, and kept up on them through business contacts, so it shouldn’t be all that surprising.” Lucius said in amusement.

Harry just shook his head. “It’s madness.” He declared.

Lucius just raised an eyebrow. “Our children will know at least English, French and Latin themselves. I travel to France frequently for shopping, they’ll need to be able to communicate their desires to the French clothiers they’ll one day be visiting. And Latin is essential for spellwork; every child should learn it before Hogwarts. Those that know it can usually tell what a spell will do merely by seeing or hearing the incantation, without needing it explained to them. Or worse, learning what it does through trial-and-error.” He told Harry firmly. Harry had to agree, after the whole Sectumsempra debacle. “If it helps, I’ll teach you how to speak French as they learn. You can all practice together.” He offered. “And there’s no age too old to learn Latin.”

Harry sighed, shaking his head. “Sure, fine.”

They spent the next few minutes discussing what they wanted to eat, and Lucius picked a suitable wine to go with both meals, since they didn’t have his favourite Elven-made wine on the list.

When their food and wine had arrived, Lucius cleared his throat. “Harry, I have… Well, it’s Valentine’s Day.” He said, clearly uncomfortable.

Harry smiled. “Yeah, I know. I thought that was why we were at a fancy restaurant.” He said lightly.

Lucius nodded. “Partly, yes. I had a request I wanted to make of you, and I’m terrified that I’m going to mess this all up, but…”

He trailed off and pulled a small box out of his pocket, tapping it with his wand. It resized, and Harry’s eyes widened. The box was the perfect size to hold a ring! But Lucius hadn’t mentioned the courtship needing an engagement ring, and Draco had never worn one from Severus, so why..?

His unspoken question was answered when Lucius spoke. “I never asked Narcissa to wear my promise ring, though I’ve kept it all these years in the hopes that I’d find someone worthy to give it to.” He began. “It was always meant to be a symbol that the person wearing it owns my heart. I gave up on finding a person like that years ago, but something in me would not let me throw the ring out. I see now that the person meant to wear this ring was always you.” He opened the box, revealing a gold band with a large emerald set in it, the Malfoy crest showing through the green stone, just barely.

Harry stared in shock, struck speechless.

Lucius searched his face. “Harry, will you wear the ring, as a symbol of my love for you?” He asked softly.

Harry felt a lump take up residence in his throat and gave Lucius his left hand, unable to speak.

Lucius smiled and took the ring out, slid it onto Harry’s ring finger where it resized to fit him perfectly, and kissed the back of Harry’s hand before giving it a squeeze and letting go.

Harry drew his hand back and stared at the ring for long moments. He met Lucius’ eyes and smiled. “I love it.” He said quietly, voice wavering.

Lucius flushed just the slightest bit. “The emerald is my favourite shade of green. It is purely coincidence that it exactly matches your eyes.” He explained.

Harry laughed. “That just makes it even more perfect.” He said happily. He sobered, then asked, curiously, “If you were so opposed to Narcissa that you wouldn’t even give her your promise ring before you married, how did you manage to get her pregnant?”

Lucius laughed humourlessly. “We were friendly enough, though there was no love between us. We got along, and Narcissa was not aware of my orientation at first, but my father was aware of my lack of interest in females, and kept me stocked with aphrodisiac potions to take before I went to see her at night, so that I could ‘do my duty by her’ and get her with child.” He shrugged. “I took them for some time, and a few months after we married, she finally told me she had conceived.”

Harry licked his lips and nodded. “I see.”

Lucius chuckled. “I told her once she had Draco that she was free to seek other lovers if she would allow me the same courtesy, and she surprised me by saying it was fine, as long as I left hers alone. Somewhere along the line she had noticed that our eyes usually lingered on the same gender. So we sought other lovers on the side, and went out together every so often, playing the part of the happy married couple. It went well for a long time.” He said.

Harry snorted. “Until Draco fledged.” He finished flatly.

Lucius nodded. “Indeed. She left fairly swiftly after that, and as far as I am aware, she hasn’t looked back. She still sees me at Death Eater meetings, of course, but we have not said a single word to each other. I’m not even aware how she feels about me courting you, not that that would matter to me.”

Harry took a sip of his wine. “Well, either way, she’s not getting you back. You’re mine now.” He said firmly.

“I’m fine with that.” Lucius agreed.

Harry smiled. “Enough sappy talk for now. I’m hungry. We’ll have plenty of time to talk when we get back to the hotel.” He said.

*****

Lucius followed Harry into the suite and stopped, watching the teen for a few moments before he spoke. “Harry, I have something I wanted to discuss with you.” He said evenly.

Harry turned from where he was standing at the bar the penthouse boasted and leaned against the counter. “Alright. What?”

Lucius sighed, and took his robe off, draping it over a chair as he came to stand next to Harry. “I have a story to tell you, something to show you, and a request to make of you, in that order.” He said.

Harry frowned. “Alright.” He drew the word out. “Go ahead, then.”

Lucius took his shirt off and laid it over the robe. “When I was fifteen, I had a very close friend that I had… Feelings for. Sexual, though not exactly romantic, as such. I invited him over to the Manor for a few weeks during the summer before our fifth year. We were in one of the parlours, kissing on the couch, when my father happened upon us.”

Harry gulped. “I take it that was a bad thing?”

Lucius nodded. “Very. He was furious with me. He sent my friend home and took me down to the dungeons beneath the manor, to one of the soundproofed cells. He put me in a full-body bind and told me in no uncertain terms that as long as he was alive, I was never to touch another man, because he’d have no scandal fall upon the Malfoy name, nor would the name be associated with homosexuality in any way. He kept me down there for several days, while he ensured I knew what he thought of those that engaged in ‘those kinds of acts.’ He tortured me in numerous, inventive ways, and left me with a reminder that I cannot get rid of.” He dispelled the glamour over his hip, and Harry caught sight of the word carved deeply into Lucius’ flesh, ensuring that it would never fade away.

Weak.

Harry let out a tremulous breath and grazed his fingers over the word, hand shaking slightly.

“No one still alive but I has known about this, until just now. Narcissa never knew, and I hid it with a glamour for all these years. Even Severus, who I count as very nearly a brother, has no idea about this.” Lucius told Harry. He tilted the teen’s face up to his and met his eyes. “I would like to request that there be no secrets between us, Harry.” He said softly.

Harry flushed bright red. “I-I… How did you find out?” He asked weakly, taking a step away and wrapping his arms around himself protectively.

Lucius sighed. “I saw the way the water ran over your back, and parts of your chest. When one is wearing a glamour, the path of the water is invisible while it runs under the glamour, and it’s a tell-tale sign, if one knows what to look for. I won’t think any less of you, I simply want to see how bad it is. There may be something I can do to help get rid of them.” He offered. “If they bother you, that is. I assure you, I will not care either way. I do not ask for perfection from you, only your heart.”

Harry gulped. “But you… You don’t have all these ugly scars, how can I measure up to you? I’m broken.” He said softly.

Lucius shook his head. “You’re wrong. Harry, you are the most resilient person I know, you’re strong both inside and out, and marks of what you’ve endured only show how strong you’ve had to be. Narcissa is the only reason I don’t have scars. She made me use dittany every time I came home from a meeting where I’d been damaged in any way, so she wouldn’t have to see the marks on my body when she nursed me back to health or helped to dress me before events. She wanted me to look perfect for her. I never cared either way.” He revealed.

Harry smiled. “Remind me to thank her if I meet her in battle; you’re absolutely stunning.” He quipped weakly.

Lucius’ lips twitched. “I’ll do that. Will you show me what you keep hidden?” He asked.

Harry sighed and took his robe off, then his shirt. He dropped it and turned around, hiding his wings so that his back would be fully visible.

There was slight shimmer over his back, and the glamour dissipated.

Lucius took in the sight of the scars littering the golden expanse, marks from a belt and what looked like cane marks, though from a rather large cane. He traced one of the lash marks, and Harry shivered.

“Your relatives did this, I presume?” Lucius asked.

Harry nodded silently.

“Most of these can be fixed, though it will involve opening them up again, and it is quite painful. But if they bother you enough, the procedure might be worth it.” Lucius offered.

Harry sighed, shaking his head. “Not now. Maybe later? I just ignore them most of the time.” He explained, turning back around to face Lucius again.

Lucius inclined his head. “Very well. I don’t want you wearing glamours over them when you are alone with me, and I will keep mine off.” He said, gesturing to his scarred hip. “Fair enough?” He asked.

Harry flushed, but nodded. “Alright. I’ll keep them off when it’s just you and me.” He agreed. “Just for future reference, how exactly would we get rid of them for good?” He asked.

“There is a spell,” Lucius told him, taking his hand, “that would strip the scar tissue from your back, leaving them open wounds, as they were when you first got them. We could then use dittany to close them quickly, which would heal them without leaving a scar behind. It is a painful process, but those that hate their scars enough are usually willing to go through with it. If they interfere with your life in any way, it is the most viable option to deal with the issue.” He finished.

Harry bit his lip, then shook his head. “Maybe another time. I just want to enjoy the rest of the weekend.” He said.

Lucius smiled. “I wouldn’t be able to do it now in any case; I have no dittany with me.” He told the teen.

Harry sighed heavily. “Good to know. Now, I intend to get drunk and put that discussion firmly out of my mind for the rest of the night. Care to join me?” He asked, walking up to the liquor and considering his options.

Lucius chuckled. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.” He said, walking over to the wireless and turning it on. “But first, let me find us some good music to listen to while we do so.”

Harry nodded, opening bottles and sniffing them. He set some of them on the counter behind himself while putting others back and shaking his head.

Lucius found his favourite station and let the music play while he came up to the counter and took a look at what Harry had set out. “I know of several drinks I could make with these.” He said mildly.

Harry set one last bottle down and turned around. He grabbed two plastic cups and pulled off the wrappers. “Then do so.” He challenged, setting the cups down in front of Lucius.

Lucius opened a few bottles and quickly poured, making two different drinks. “Which one would you like?” He asked.

Harry looked at them both, then sniffed them. One was brown and smelled of coffee and chocolate, and the other was pink and smelled of strawberries and cream. “Hmm… Which do you recommend?” He asked. Both smelled good, and he couldn’t decide which he was more in the mood for. Pretty much anything that would take his mind off of his scars would be fine by him.

“The pink one.” Lucius said. “It has slightly more alcohol in it, though you won’t taste it much.” He warned Harry. “Don’t drink it too fast.”

Harry took the drink and nodded, then took a sip.

He watched Lucius pick up the other one and sip at it, admiring the way the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

Harry licked his lips, forcing his gaze away from the throat he so wanted to sink his fangs into. ‘I can’t claim him until we’re married.’ He reminded himself firmly. He sighed. “I’m going to go relax in the hot tub.” He decided, heading for the stairs.

Lucius smirked. “I’ll be up to join you in a few minutes.” He agreed, watching Harry go.

*****

Harry leaned his head against Lucius’ shoulder, nuzzling the side of his neck. “Mm, I wanna bite you.” He murmured, bringing his hand up to brush at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Right here.” He said lightly.

About half an hour ago, when they had been halfway through their second drinks, Harry had decided it was time to move into Lucius’ lap, and he’d been sitting there ever since.

Lucius chuckled, capturing the hand and giving it a kiss on the palm. “Well, don’t. Not yet.” He said firmly, letting Harry have his hand back. “You do realize, I hope, that when we take you to the Dark Lord, you and I both will have to hide our mating marks under a glamour?” He checked.

Harry growled softly. “Yes.” He muttered mulishly.

“Don’t sound so upset about it, it’s a necessity. Well, I don’t have to hide mine, but even a partial bond would likely look suspicious to him. He’s a bit paranoid, really.” Lucius remarked.

Harry snorted. “He’s right to be paranoid.” Harry pointed out, smirking. “He’s got two spies in his camp.”

Lucius chuckled. “Yes, well, he doesn’t know that.” He agreed. “And I’d like to keep it that way, if it’s all the same to you.”

Harry wriggled a bit, feeling Lucius’ semi-hard cock below him. “Hmm, looks like someone’s getting a little frisky.” He teased, tilting his head back to grin up at Lucius.

Lucius cleared his throat. “Yes, well, I’ve been keeping a close hold on my libido all night, it was bound to slip after two drinks. Ignore it.” He advised.

Harry wiggled again. “What if I don’t want to?” He asked, more seriously.

Lucius licked his lips. “Than I shall have to remove myself from the hot tub.” He answered.

Harry pouted. “You’re no fun.” He muttered, stilling.

“I disagree.” Lucius told him. “And I’ve decided I’m getting a hot tub at the manor.”

Harry grinned. “Brilliant idea.” He agreed.
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