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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 his eyes wander over the classroom while he counted stirs. Ten clockwise, five counter-clockwise. Repeat seven times.

Hermione sat next to him, diligently crushing the moonstone for the next step in thirteen minutes, the soft sound of the pestle grinding the stone lulling Harry into relaxation as he kept count in his head.

His eyes fell on Professor Prince and he noticed the new quill the man was using. As a matter of fact, that quill looked awfully familiar… He blinked in surprise and just barely managed to keep count as his brain stuttered and ground to a halt.

The no-nonsense, never-sentimental professor was using one of Draco’s flight feathers as a quill!

Harry snorted and dropped his eyes to his potion just as Prince looked up.

“Is something funny, Potter?” The man asked.

“No, Sir.” He answered quickly, finishing his stirs and taking the stirring rod out to let the potion simmer for the next ten minutes.

Hermione looked at him questioningly and Harry shook his head imperceptibly. “After class.” He mouthed to her, and she nodded.

Harry focused on his potion determinedly, refusing to look toward the front of the classroom again, knowing that Professor Prince would be keeping a closer eye on him than usual. He was lucky today’s potion was a review of a potion they had brewed before, but that was no excuse to get sloppy and mess it up.

They finished the potion without incident and Hermione filled a vial with the finished product and took it up to Prince’s desk as Harry put his book back in his bag and put the rest of their things away.

He pulled Hermione out of the class and pressed himself against the wall just outside the door, giggling helplessly as people passed them by.

“What’s so funny?” Hermione asked.

“That new quill Professor Prince has!” Harry finally got his laughter under control, but was still smiling widely as he and Hermione headed toward the Great Hall For dinner.

“I saw it. It’s beautiful. What about it?” She asked, interested.

“It’s one of Draco’s flight feathers!” Harry answered.

Hermione nodded. “I can see that. That’s really sweet. He must care for Draco a lot.” She said.

Harry was still grinning. “Yes, but for someone as reserved as him to be displaying something like that so openly, it screams ‘whipped,’ don’t you think?”

Hermione pursed her lips, then shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She said. “After all, besides you and his father, who else knows what Draco’s feathers even look like? I certainly don’t. This is the one way he can be safely sentimental in public. I think it’s to be encouraged.” She finished as they entered the Great Hall.

Lucius met Harry’s eyes and nodded at him as Harry and Hermione sat down next to Ron.

“Hey, how was Potions?” Ron asked. He, unlike Harry and Hermione, hadn’t scored well enough on his O.W.L.s to get in, but he was getting tutoring from Hermione and would be sitting the N.E.W.T. with the rest of the seventh years anyway.

Harry smiled. “Good.” He answered. “Oh, I forgot to warn you yesterday, but tomorrow morning, I’m coming to breakfast early, just in case you want to come with me and be here for the big declaration.” He told his friends as he filled his plate.

Hermione gave him a smile. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She answered as Ginny and Neville nodded their agreement.

“How early?” Ron asked warily.

Harry shrugged. “Fifteen minutes. We just have to get here before Lucius does. He’ll make sure he waits until we’ve had time to make it here.”

Ron nodded, mouth full. He swallowed, then said, “I’ll be there for you. ‘S the least I can do.”

Harry reached around Hermione to slap him on the back. “Thanks, Ron! It means a lot to me.”

*****

“…So we’re leaving. We never intended to stay very long, and there’s no reason to linger anymore, now that you know the important things. I do hope you’ll keep in touch, though.” Ana said with a bright smile.

“Of course I will!” Harry told her. “And maybe someday you can come visit me to meet my children? You can bring your son and mate with you.” He offered. “I’d love to meet them.”

Ana nodded. “I’d like that, and so would they, I’m sure.” She headed for Trystan’s house. “Just have to check on Arianna once more before we leave. Sir Gregor is getting ready to leave, but the man is always the last one ready to travel.” She laughed. “I don’t know why I bother bringing him anywhere.” She said fondly.

The door opened before she had a chance to knock, and Trystan’s voice called out from the kitchen: “We’re in here, Your Majesty. Just come on in.”

Ana shook her head. “That man has amazing ears or spends entirely too much time manipulating the air around his house.” She muttered to Harry.

“A bit of both, actually.” The man said, appearing in the doorway to the kitchen.

Arianna was standing at the table, pouring tea. “Hello, Your Majesty. Almost ready to leave?” She asked.

Ana nodded. “Yes. I came to check in with you one last time before I leave. Are you entirely sure you want to stay here with him?” She asked, indicating Trystan.

Arianna blushed, but nodded. “I do. Even if I didn’t, I’m afraid by now, father would insist.” She added, flushing further.

Ana’s eyes brows rose and she looked at Trystan. “Not wasting any time, are you?” She asked.

Trystan cleared his throat nervously.

Arianna giggled. “I actually insisted. The day I met Keith. I know Trystan has to lay with him once a week to appease the partial bond, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I found that I can actually be a bit possessive with him.” She explained.

Ana nodded. “Alright, fair enough. I’ll see if we can’t arrange to come and visit once in a while, and maybe bring your mother along sometime.” She offered.

Arianna smiled brightly. “That would be lovely!” She enthused.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Ana smiled at Trystan. “Treat her well.”

“I will, Majesty. I swear it.” Trystan promised.

“I believe you will. Alright, I have to leave now. Sir Gregor should be ready to go any minute now.” Ana said.

“Goodbye, Majesty.” Arianna said, curtseying.

Ana and Harry left.

Liam was looking around and smiled in relief when he saw Ana and Harry coming out of Trystan’s house. “Majesty, Sir Gregor is ready to go now. We’re waiting on you.”

Ana smiled. “Oh, good. I’ll see you around, Harry. Your owl will be able to find me if you try to contact me, just make sure you use her. I noticed her hunting a few nights, and she knows where the Fae capital is now.” She told Harry.

“Good. I’ll keep in touch.” Harry promised.

Ana and Liam headed over to the group of Fae clustered at the portal site. Ana opened the portal and the group left.

Harry wandered over to where Lucius was sitting, watching Draco as he played with a flame. “So, I think we’re all done with everything we can learn.” He said softly.

Lucius took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes.” He agreed, voice strained.

Harry stared into the fire and took Lucius’ hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “We’ve both known since the beginning of the extra lessons that I have to be the one to end this. There’s no other way.” He said.

Lucius sighed. “I know. Can we head back to the castle? I want to spend an hour or two with you before curfew, just the two of us.” He said quietly.

“I second that.” Draco said, keeping his attention of the flame in his hands.

Harry smiled. “Well, go get your mate and we can head back.” He told the blond.

Draco threw the flame back into the fire and took off, looking for his erstwhile mate.

*****

“So, what do you want to do?” Harry asked as Lucius shut the door behind them.

“Play with your wings, honestly.” Lucius responded with a smirk.

Harry laughed and stripped his shirt off, laying it on Lucius’ favourite chair. “Preening it is, then.” He said, walking into the bedroom and laying on the bed, pillowing his head in his arms.

Lucius hummed in appreciation, reaching under them to feel for the little glands that produced the pheromone oil. He gathered some on his hands and began smoothing it over feathers, gently tugging on them. He grinned widely when his favourite, a long flight feather with three bands of green across it, came out in his hands.

He set it aside, thinking, ‘I should never have told Severus what I planned to do, since he beat me to it, but now I have my own,’ smugly.

Harry sighed as Lucius continued to work on his feathers, tugging out the loose ones and putting them in a small pile next to Harry.

“Are you sure you don’t want to keep any?” Lucius asked as another flight feather came out easily. “You could use this one as a quill, you know.” He said, dangling it in front of Harry’s face. It was charcoal-coloured, with a bright green tip that exactly matched Harry’s eye colour.

Harry opened one eye to look at it, then sighed. “No, that’s just vanity. You keep it, if you like it so much.” He muttered.

Lucius chuckled. “I already have one I like more.” He said evenly, placing the feather with the others.

“You’re seriously going to make one of my feathers into a quill?” Harry asked.

“Of course.” Lucius answered. “Severus stole my idea, but the fact remains that it was my idea in the first place.”

Harry groaned. “Draco’s never going to let me live that down.” He muttered.

Lucius snorted. “I don’t see that he has much room to talk.” He said mildly.

Harry turned over as Lucius had stopped working on his wings and was simply sucking on his fingers now. “He doesn’t, but that won’t stop him.” He said, watching the man. “Does that really taste good?” He asked, as the man decided to just straddle him, since Harry was hogging the whole bed.

“See for yourself.” Lucius said, sticking an oil-coated finger into Harry’s mouth.

Harry made a face and pulled away. “Tastes like castor oil to me. Ugh!”

Lucius frowned. “I suppose one can’t taste their own pheromones no matter what the medium. Pity. Yours are especially delicious.” He commented.

“I’ll just take your word for it.” Harry told the man. “Is your hand clean now?”

Lucius looked at it. “Mostly. Why?”

Harry pulled on it, making Lucius lay on him, chest-to-chest.

“Not that I don’t enjoy this, but—Oh.” Lucius said as Harry fastened his mouth to Lucius’ hand and bit.

Harry took a few mouthfuls of blood before letting go and closing the wounds. He wrapped his arms around Lucius’ shoulders. “So, tomorrow we make a spectacle of ourselves, and then I’m supposed to get your measurements and go to Hogsmeade with the rest of the people that are standing with us?”

Lucius nodded. “I’ve already talked to Jasper, and Severus has agreed that we’ll need two males and two females each, since I can’t ask Annabelle to stand with me unless I ask her twin sister, Aceline, to stand with me as well. I refuse to leave out either of the men I consider as good as family. I’m sorry, but needs must.” He explained.

Harry smiled. “Actually, that works out well. I can have Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny stand with me if we do that. That way, no one gets left out.” He said enthusiastically.

Lucius chuckled. “I’ve been in contact with all the people standing with me, and they’ve all agreed to meet you in Hogsmeade on Saturday. They’ll be at the Three Broomsticks at ten.” He said.

“Perfect.”

“I’m just lucky that Jasper and Severus’ magic blends well with the girls’. We found that out at my and Narcissa’s wedding, but in hindsight, it was a blessing in disguise.” Lucius said with a small smile.

“I don’t want to leave.” Harry said.

Lucius kissed him. “I don’t want you to leave, either.” He said softly.

Harry perked up. “So I can stay here tonight?” He asked happily.

Lucius chuckled and shook his head. “I’m afraid not. We need to sleep separately tonight, and the night before the wedding. Tradition.” He said.

“Fine.” Harry pushed Lucius away gently, forcing the man to sit upright as he sat up. “Let’s get off the bed, then, or I might fall asleep here anyway.”

Lucius grinned. “Then I would just have to take your bed in the Gryffindor dorms.” He said lightly.

Harry returned the grin. “And give all of my dorm mates a heart attack, great. That’s all I need.”

Lucius chuckled and stood, pulling Harry to his feet and leading him out of the bedroom. He sat in his chair and pulled Harry into his lap. “I’m worried, you know.” He said softly, running his fingers through Harry’s feathers soothingly.

Harry laid his head on Lucius’ shoulder and inhaled his scent. “About what?” He asked.

“About what you have to do.” The man answered. “Defeating the Dark Lord. It’s not going to be easy.” He said.

Harry shrugged. “Maybe not, but it needs to be done, and I’m the only one that can do it. What other choice is there?” He asked rhetorically.

“Perhaps you’re right, and there is no other choice to be had, but still, I’m worried that I might lose you.” Lucius admitted.

Harry cuddled closer, nuzzling into his neck. He pressed a kiss to the skin, right where his claiming mark would be going when the time came. “You won’t lose me. I promise. We made sure I was ready. I know I can win.” Harry said firmly. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Lucius’ hold on Harry’s waist tightened a bit. “Just be careful.” The man said softly, burying his face in Harry’s neck. “I don’t want to lose you so soon after finding you.” He whispered, as if afraid that saying it too loudly would make it come to pass.

“I promise I’ll be careful. You don’t have to worry about me. Just keep yourself safe. I need to have something worth living for when all is said and done, after all.” Harry quipped, flashing Lucius a small smile.

Lucius laughed softly. “I’ll use every ounce of Slytherin cunning I possess to stay one step ahead of him at all times, and I won’t drop my cover until I see you and Draco there, facing him. By then it’ll be far too late for him, and Severus and I will be free to lend our support to your cause.” He vowed.

Harry leaned in and kissed Lucius deeply. “And then, we’re going on holiday. To your little slice of heaven.” He said happily.

“Yes, we’ll have earned it.” Lucius agreed.
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