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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 is the last Snaco smut scene for some time. I’ve had a bit of fun with them, but since this story is mostly about Harry and Luc, we’ll be switching the focus back to them for a while. That’s not to say we won’t be checking in on our newlyweds every once in a while, but it will be some time before it happens again.
“We should move to our rooms.” Severus said.
Draco turned pleading eyes on him. “Oh, do we have to?” He asked.
Severus’ brow rose. “I thought you would want your reward, after waiting all day.” He said.
Draco smirked. “Oh, I do. But there is one dream I had…” He blushed.
“Do go on.” Severus drawled.
Draco cleared his throat. “Perhaps you could take a look, see for yourself?” He offered. “I’ll show you what I’ve been thinking of all day long.”
Severus pointed his wand at Draco. “Legilimens.”
He watched the dream sequence unfold, Draco’s excitement apparent. When he was finished, he smirked. “My, what dirty thoughts you have. Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco shivered. “Is that a yes?” He asked eagerly.
Severus strode up to him. “I do not believe for an instant that you were unable to brew such a simple potion, Mr. Malfoy.” He hissed.
Draco’s eyes flared, then he lowered his head. “I was… Distracted. Sir.” He mumbled.
Severus shook his head. “Of course, this means detention.” He told the blond.
“Of course, Sir.” Draco responded, his cock taking interest in the proceedings.
Severus smirked. “Strip, and bend over the desk.”
Draco looked up in feigned shock. “Sir?” He asked.
Severus’ look turned icy, and Draco gave an internal shiver at the man’s acting skills. This fake detention was going to be absolutely wonderful. “Do not question me. Strip down, and bend over the desk.” He repeated.
Draco quickly took his clothes off and walked over to the desk, bending over the parchments stacked there.
Severus walked up to him and smoothed a hand over Draco’s arse, then smacked it once, sharply.
Draco gasped, feeling his cock twitch. “Sir?” He questioned, turning his head to look at Severus.
“Face forward, Mr. Malfoy.” Severus ordered.
Draco heard a murmured incantation, then a swish, as something cut through the air quickly. ‘Oh, shit!’ He thought. “Sir, I’m not so sure—“
“I will be gentle.” Severus assured Draco, breaking character for a moment, then snapped, “Detention, Mr. Malfoy. It is not for you to decide what your punishment will be.” He leaned down and whispered, “Your safeword will be aconite.”
Draco nodded. He felt the cane land on his arse, gently, then it withdrew and came down, and Draco gasped, arching back. “Ah!” He shifted, tying to relieve the sting.
Severus hummed, then brought the cane down again.
Draco whined, laying his head down on the desk. The hits stung mightily, but Severus was being gentle. They could have been a lot harder, and Draco knew that.
“One more, Mr. Malfoy. You’re doing very well.” Severus said, then brought the cane down once more.
“Ah! Oh, please, Sir!” He begged, shifting from foot to foot in a vain effort to relieve his stinging bum.
Severus banished the cane, pressing himself against Draco’s back. “Can you complete the rest of your detention, Mr. Malfoy?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He heard a quick murmur of ‘Aperio,’ before he felt Severus leaning against him, equally as naked as Draco.
“Be completely silent.” Severus told him, each word going directly to Draco’s cock.
Draco nodded again, pressing his lips together tightly.
Severus cast a quick spell to lube his fingers, then slid one into Draco.
Draco breathed harshly through his nose, pressing back against it.
“So very eager.” Severus mused. “I wonder, do you do this often? Do you bend over for any boy in your dorm that asks?” He slid another finger in and grazed Draco’s prostate, then grabbed Draco’s hair in his free hand, pulling his head back lightly. “Answer me.” He hissed.
“No, Sir! I’m—Ah!—I’m a virgin!” He choked out, knowing that, for this particular fantasy, that was the correct response.
Severus hummed. “Well, we’ll be remedying that state tonight.” He breathed into the blond’s ear, then released his hair. “Remember, silent.”
Draco felt a third finger enter him and begin working him open, and widened his stance a bit.
“Very good. Such a wanton little thing you are.” Severus said, deviating from the fantasy. “Maybe I should keep you, make you mine.” He said, then brought his lips down on Draco’s claiming mark, making the blond shiver.
Draco whined as Severus’ fingers left him, and Severus brought his hand down on Draco’s arse in a smack. “Silent.” He reminded the blond.
Severus slicked his cock and pressed forward, hearing the sharp intake of breath from the blond in front of him as his cock slid in, stretching him. After a night of no sex, Severus’ cock no doubt felt even larger than usual.
Draco arched back, pressing back against Severus. He felt hands grasp his hips, guiding his movements in a slow, steady rhythm.
Severus savoured the feeling of being inside his mate again, and hoped that once was all it took to teach Draco not to test his limits. Withholding sex was hard on both of them, after all.
Draco panted, trying to move, only to find that Severus’ grip on his hips didn’t let him speed up. He hung his head, whining in desperation.
Severus chuckled and sped up, just a bit. “Do you want to come, Mr. Malfoy?” He purred, tightening his hold slightly.
Draco nodded.
Severus hummed. “Beg me for it.” He murmured.
Draco screwed his eyes shut and let go of every ounce of Malfoy pride he possessed. “Please, Sir, please let me come! I need to come! Please, Sir!”
Severus reached under him and grasped his cock, stroking it. “I don’t want to hear a single sound when you come, Mr. Malfoy. We can’t have rumours starting about my conduct, after all.” He purred.
Draco trembled and nodded, clamping his lips shut again and biting them to avoid stray sounds escaping as he panted heavily through his nose.
Severus felt Draco’s cock throb and leaned down, mouth right beside Draco’s ear. “Come for me, Mr. Malfoy.” He demanded, and Draco came, biting his lips as he whimpered, failing to stay completely silent.
Severus thrust once, twice, thrice more and came with a growl.
Draco slumped onto the desk, humming. “That was amazing.” He said happily.
Severus kissed his claiming mark, then sucked at the area lightly, humming. “I think I like your fantasies.” He agreed. “But now we should get dressed.” He pulled himself off of Draco and cast a cleaning charm.
Draco walked over to his clothes and pulled them on, wincing a bit as the cane marks on his arse were rubbed against. “I think I need a salve for the marks you left.” He told his husband.
Severus inclined his head. “Very well. Someday, however, you will be able to take a few hits and enjoy the aftermath.” He said.
Draco shrugged. “Maybe someday, but not while I have lessons and meals to sit for.”
Severus smiled. “I am prepared to be patient.” He told the blond, waiting until he was fully dressed and taking his hand. “To our rooms now, My Brat?”
“Mm, yes.” Draco said happily.
*****
“So, I assume you’ve seen your magical core by now?” Lucius asked, closing the door with a flick of his wand.
Draco nodded. “Yes, Father. Although I did have to goad Severus into casting the spell while angry with me.” He admitted, setting his wand on the desk and stepping away from it.
Lucius’ brow rose. “That’s not the best of ideas.” He told his son.
“So I’ve discovered, but what’s done is done.” Draco said.
Lucius sighed. “Indeed. Well, once you’ve seen your core, all you really need to do is visualize your core and the pathways to your wand hand and urge your magic to move from your core, down the pathways, and into your hand. Your magic will obey.” He said evenly. “Take your time if you need to; we have all night, and no other plans.”
Draco nodded and closed his eyes, visualizing his magical pathways and his core. He urged his magic away from his core and along the pathways leading to his left hand, feeling a slight tingle down his arm as he visualized the magic traversing the route. He waited until he had visualized the magic pooling in his hand, and, feeling his hand give the same tingly sensation, raised his hand and cast.
“Accio wand!”
The wand leapt from the desk and smacked into his hand, and Draco closed his fingers around it, grinning.
“Good job. Now that you can visualize your magical core, I want you to be more conscious of your magic. Focus on getting it to pool in areas it doesn’t usually go, because if you can do that, there is more I can teach you, in time.” Lucius told Draco. “You will need to have good control over your magic to learn these things, though.”
Draco nodded. “I’ll work with it, Father. I’m sure now that I can it won’t be a hardship to exercise the ability.”
“Incidentally, what is Severus teaching you now?” Lucius asked, taking his seat behind his desk again.
Draco smirked. “Healing spells. Just some basic ones, in case we need to do something during battle to hold us until we can be seen afterward.” He explained.
Lucius nodded. “That’s a good idea. Well, is there anything else you wanted to get done tonight that I can help you with, or would you rather go spend some time with your mate?”
Draco flushed. “I think I’d rather spend time with Sev. He’s probably waiting for me right now, as a matter of fact.” He said.
Lucius chuckled. “Go, then. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Draco turned and flashed him a smile. “Really, Father, you can’t ask that of me! I’m a married man!” He said, then left.
Lucius shook his head with a fond smile. “He grew up far too fast.” He said to himself.
*****
Lucius woke to his wand buzzing and beeping and sat up slowly, taking the wand into his hand and silencing it as he thought over his dream. ‘Surely I cannot be developing tender feelings for the boy!’ He thought. ‘I’ve guarded my heart for so long!’
The image of Potter holding a small baby and smiling up at Lucius before declaring his love for the man refused to leave his mind. Lucius got up and headed for his bathroom, mulling over the dream as he undressed.
Perhaps he’d simply been too long without a partner, and now that he had a prospect in mind, his dreams were centring on the one he was courting. It could just be that his mind was running away with him, and there was nothing more than Potter’s words at Draco’s reception fuelling that dream.
‘That has to be it!’ Lucius told himself as he stepped under the spray and began to wash. ‘I do not fall in love!’
*****
“Luscious Malfoy’s looking at you, Harry.” Ginny whispered across the table.
Harry glanced up to the Head table to see that, yes, he was looking. Intently. He looked back down at his food, flushing. “Oh. I guess that’s a good thing, right?” He asked.
Ginny smirked. “Oh, it’s a very good thing.” She told him. “He likes you.” She added in a sing-song tone.
Neville snorted. “He’s certainly got good taste.” He commented evenly.
Ron rolled his eyes. “Guys, I don’t want to hear this while I’m trying to eat.” He mourned.
“Harry’s happy, let him be.” Hermione told him.
“Yeah, Ron, just be happy for him. Luscious Malfoy is quite the catch. I wish he liked redheads.” Ginny said wistfully.
Harry glared at her. “Hands off!” He told her firmly.
Ginny just grinned, raising her hands in front of her. “I’m not planning to touch, don’t get mad at me. I’m allowed to look!”
Hermione laughed. “Calm down, Harry. No one here is planning on trying to steal him from you. He’s all yours.” She said, patting his back.
Harry finished his food and stood. “I’m going to get to class.”
Hermione stood as well. “Are you done yet, Ron?”
“Yeah, I suppose.” He said, standing up next to her.
They walked to class, finding that Draco, Pansy and Blaise were already there, waiting in front of the closed door.
“Hey, guys.” Harry said.
“Harry.” Draco responded. “Father seems to be rather focused on you today. I wonder what he dreamt about. He usually splits his attention between me and you, but he didn’t even tear his eyes away from you once today, after you came in.” He noted with a raised eyebrow.
Harry flushed. “I’m sure I don’t know.”
Pansy giggled. “Bet you’d like to know, though. Anything that can capture Luscious Malfoy’s attention is bound to be good.”
Draco frowned at her. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to start calling him that, too?” He asked.
Blaise chuckled. “Ask her no questions and she’ll tell you no lies.” He told Draco.
“Why not? It’s fitting. He’s gorgeous, you can’t deny that.” Pansy said.
Blaise sighed. “I thought you liked the tall, dark and handsome look.” He mourned.
Pansy smiled and patted his arm. “I do, Love, I do. But I’ve got eyes.” She reminded him.
Harry gave her a glare. “Keep them to yourself.”
Pansy smirked. “Touchy, aren’t we? I won’t be touching anyone but Blaise, Potter, don’t get all bent out of shape about it.”
Hermione shook her head with a fond smile. “Alright, let’s all calm down. Professor Malfoy will be arriving any minute now.” She pointed out.
As if to prove her point, Lucius came up the stairs behind them, then opened the door and led the way into the classroom.
The rest of the class trickled in slowly, and Lucius spent the few minutes before class was to start arranging papers on his desk, studiously not looking at Harry.
Harry, on the other hand, was studying the man’s face, looking for any hint of his thoughts.
He didn’t find any, since the Malfoy patriarch had his mask firmly up, keeping his thoughts hidden from everyone, especially as they were in such disarray. All thanks to a messy-haired, green-eyed teen.
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