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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 woke up and smiled widely. He jumped out of bed and walked over to Neville’s bed, waking the other teen, then to Ron’s, while Neville yawned and dug for his shower things.

The three teens headed to the shower, Harry being the only one with a bounce in his step.

Neville and Ron eyed him warily.

“You’re far too happy for… What time’s it?” Ron asked Neville.

Neville cast tempus. “Six. Six AM.” He answered.

“Far too happy for six AM on a Tuesday.” Ron finished.

“Hear, hear.” Neville agreed.

Harry just laughed. “I’m about to become properly engaged to the wealthiest Pureblood besides myself.” He said smugly. “I think I’m entitled to a bit of happiness.”

Ron frowned. “Besides yourself? You’re not a Pureblood, though.”

Neville nodded. “Yeah, he is. First generation, but Pure nonetheless.” He answered.

“Oh, yeah. Right.” Ron yawned. “Too early for family tree lessons, shove off.” He muttered.

Neville laughed. “So, let’s all get clean and meet up with the girls. I hope your sister got up on her own.” He commented to Ron.

Ron shrugged. “She won’t want to miss this. She’s going to see Harry getting claimed by Lucius if it kills her.” He said lightly.

Harry washed happily, humming to himself as he soaped and scrubbed and rinsed with a speed he rarely displayed except on the Quidditch Pitch.

Ron and Neville washed a bit slower, trading clearly concerned glances. They’d seen Harry happy, but he was downright buoyant today. Neither of them were sure what exactly had gotten into him.

“Think he’s taken a cheerfulness potion?” Ron whispered to Neville while Harry was rinsing his hair.

Neville shook his head. “I guess Professor Malfoy just makes him really happy.” He said with a shrug.

Harry finished his shower first and turned his water off. “I’ll see you two in a few. Hurry up, I’m not going to be late because of you.” He said firmly, grabbing a towel and drying off, casting the spell Lucius had taught him to get his hair to lay flat as he left the bathroom.

“That’s… That’s really Harry, right?” Ron asked.

Neville shrugged. “I hope so.” He replied. “If not, there’s no one that can stop You-Know-Who.” He said.

Ron nodded. “Right. Must be Harry, then. Malfoy senior wouldn’t kill and replace the one person that can save him and his son from a life under You-Know-Who’s thumb.” He said surely.

Harry was dressed and ready to go first, and he spent the next ten minutes waiting on his bed, fidgeting excitedly as he waited for Ron and Neville to get dressed.

He kept wiping the edge of his robe over his sheath, even though there was no visible dust to wipe off.

Neville looked at the sheath. “That’s pretty. The Longbottom sheath has mother-of-pearl inlays leading to the dagger, which has a pure mother-of-pearl hilt. It’s pretty pricey, and Gran has only let me handle it once.” He explained. “Congratulations, by the way. Today’s going to be a big day for you.” He said.

Harry flushed happily. “Thanks.” He said in mild embarrassment. “I’m excited, but a little nervous, too.”

Ron clapped him on the shoulder. “Yeah, congrats, ma—Er, Harry!” He amended. “Don’t worry, all you’ve got to do is stand there and let Malfoy handle the hard part. He’s the one that has to avoid sticking you with his dagger, or dropping it, or not being able to get it in.”

Neville’s lips twitched. “Something tells me that if any of those things happen, Lucius will be honour-bound to throw himself from the Astronomy Tower.” He quipped.

Harry snorted. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.” He said. “Let’s get downstairs.” He led the way and the three boys walked down the stairs to find Ginny and Hermione already waiting for them in the common room, dressed and ready to go.

“Congratulations in advance, Harry, for coming this far. I’m sure Lucius will make you very happy.” Hermione said with a wide smile.

Ginny grinned. “Yeah, cause if he doesn’t, he’ll have a sea of angry red-heads to contend with. Make sure Luscious knows that, will you?” She asked sweetly.

Harry laughed. “I have a feeling he already knows, Gin, but thanks.”

The small group left the common room and headed into the Great Hall, sitting in their customary spot at the Gryffindor table.

Harry decided to go for some toast and fruit, something light, since his stomach was tied up in knots today. Something heavy was almost certainly a bad choice. He nibbled on his toast for a few minutes, letting his attention drift.

Something at the door caught Ginny’s attention and her mouth fell open. “Oh, Merlin!” She squeaked, blinking once, then smiling. “Well, don’t look now, Harry, but Prince Charming has arrived, and boy, does he look good today!”

Harry looked to the doors and smiled, flushing. Lucius had dressed in silver dress robes, bringing out the variances in hue within his eyes and making his skin and hair nearly glow.

Harry stood up, and the Great Hall slowly quieted.

Lucius smirked once it was clear that he had everyone’s attention and headed straight for Harry, the dagger in his hand flashing every few steps as the light hit an emerald just right.

He stopped in front of Harry, who smiled up at him. “Show-off.” The teen accused playfully.

Lucius simply quirked an eyebrow, smirk widening, and slid his dagger into the sheath resting at Harry’s waist before wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist, swooping in, and claiming his mouth.

Harry whimpered softly, the sound swallowed up by Lucius as the Gryffindor table erupted in whooping and clapping, which quickly spread to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

Draco sighed and began clapping slowly, shrugging when Blaise and Pansy looked at him questioningly. “Show of solidarity. He clapped for me and Sev, it’s the least I can do to applaud him back.” He muttered.

The rest of the Slytherin table followed his lead, though they weren’t very enthusiastic about it.

When Lucius finally broke the kiss, Harry had a blissed-out, dazed grin on his face. “Wow, that was… Wow.” Harry said. “Why don’t you kiss me like that all the time?” He asked, hitting Lucius lightly on the shoulder with a fist.

Lucius chuckled. “I save those kisses for special occasions.” He told the teen smugly. “Play your cards right, and you’ll get them again.” He promised.

Harry huffed. “That’s entirely unfair.” He muttered.

Lucius leaned down and whispered into his ear, “Just so we’re clear, I’ve never kissed Narcissa like that.”

Harry smiled and went up on his tiptoe to give Lucius another, shorter, peck on the lips. “Good. Now, you’re needed at the Head Table.” He reminded the man. “I’ll return the dagger to you after class.” He promised.

“Alright. I’ll see you in class, Love.” Lucius told him, then turned and strode up to the Head Table.

Harry sat down in his chair.

“Mm…” Ginny was watching Lucius’ departing back appreciatively. “I like the fit of those robes.” She purred.

Harry snapped out of his daze enough to glare at her. “Stop drooling over my Suitor, if you please!”

Ginny shook her head. “I don’t please, and you can’t stop me from looking. I already said I wouldn’t touch, that’s all the concession you’re getting from me! Why are all the good ones gay?”

Neville cleared his throat.

“Or bi.” Ginny added, turning a bright smile on Neville. “I do love you, you know.” She added. “I just can’t help myself around eye candy.” She added lightly. “You’ll have to learn to live with it, because I doubt I’ll ever change.”

Neville snorted. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m right there with you today. I had to pull my tongue back into my head, too.”

Harry gave him a flat stare. “You, too?!” He hissed.

Neville shrugged. “If you don’t want people to stare at him, I’d suggest not letting him out of the house wearing that colour. It does amazing things to him, and he’s bound to attract all sorts of admiring attention.” He said.

Harry sighed. “I’m going to end up killing people eventually.” He muttered, stabbing at a piece of melon.

Neville and Ginny laughed.

“Yes, well, so long as you kill You-Know-Who first, I’m sure the authorities will overlook a few civilian casualties.” Ginny said.

Harry glanced up at the Head Table and noticed that Professor Sinistra was eyeing Lucius approvingly. “The hit list has already started, I’m afraid.” He snapped. If looks could kill, the woman would be a pile of ash already. Too bad she hadn’t noticed Harry’s Death Glare pointed her way.

Hermione just patted Harry’s thigh. “Keep calm. Just imagine how happy you’ll be once he’s all yours, good and legal. That should keep the murderous rage to a minimum. In theory, at least.”

Harry wasn’t so sure about that, himself, but he decided it couldn’t hurt to try.

*****

“Congratulations on your engagement, Dad.” Draco’s voice rang out from just behind Harry.

Harry stopped to let Draco catch up to him. “You’re grounded.” He told the blond flatly.

Draco beamed at him. “Aw, that’s cute. But you can’t ground me. I’m already out of the house and married, therefore, I’m out of your jurisdiction. Plus, you’re not my real Dad, and I can’t take you seriously since you’re younger than me.” He added.

Harry sighed. “All very valid points, I suppose.” He said in mock defeat.

“Of course they are. I have actually put some thought into this.” Draco said lightly.

“Just don’t undermine my authority in front of my own kids, and we’ll be fine.” Harry requested.

Draco smiled angelically. “Would I do something like that?” He asked sweetly.

“Yes.” Harry answered.

Draco rolled his eyes. “In front of Father?” He added.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know.” He said suspiciously.

Draco sighed in annoyance. “The correct answer is ‘no,’ for your information!” He snapped, as they came to the door of the classroom and waited for Lucius to open the door.

“To be fair, he really didn’t know that, so he was only being honest.” Hermione pointed out.

They were saved Draco’s retort by Lucius’ arrival. He opened the door and the class filtered into the room, sitting down and taking out parchment and books.

“Today will be a theory day.” Lucius announced, spelling the pages they’d need to read from onto the board to numerous groans. He turned with a smile. “Yes, I know how much you all adore bookwork.” He said wryly. “I can promise you it will be the last theory day for this month, so that is heartening news, at least, I’m sure.” He said lightly, walking over to his desk. He picked up his new quill and Harry heard Draco’s choked off snicker.

Lucius seemed to hear it, too.

“Is something funny, Draco?” He asked, a warning in his voice.

“No, Sir.” Draco said. “I like your new quill.” He added, eyes flicking over to Harry.

Harry flushed as Lucius stroked a finger up the length of the quill, from nib to tip.

“I’m rather fond of it, as well. It’s quite a beautiful one.” The man murmured. “Now get to work.” He said, all business.

Draco opened his book and began taking notes.

Hermione slid a piece of paper over to Harry.

One of yours?

Harry smiled in resignation. Yes. He admitted.

Hermione looked over it, then added, It’s lovely. It looks like a rather long flight feather. Did he pull it out himself? Did it hurt?

Harry checked to make sure Lucius wasn’t watching him and wrote, He was preening my wings for me when it came out, but it was ready to come out, so it didn’t hurt. And yes, it’s a flight feather. He offered one to me, too, but I felt like that would be vain, you know?

Lucius looked up as Harry slid the paper back toward Hermione. His eyes narrowed. “Mr. Potter, detention with me tonight for passing notes. Don’t let me catch you doing so again.” He said sternly.

Harry met his eyes and flushed. “Yes, Sir. Sorry.” He said, looking down at his parchment as Hermione quickly tucked the note into her bag.

“Sorry.” She mouthed at him.

Harry just shrugged. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be the worst detention of his Hogwarts career, so he wasn’t too worried about it. All the same, he kept his focus on his notes for the rest of the class.

He hung back as the rest of the class got their bags packed up and left.

Once the classroom was empty but for them, Lucius sighed. “Passing notes, Harry?” He asked in a long-suffering tone.

Harry flushed. “Sorry. She was asking about the quill, because I told her that Severus was using one of Draco’s yesterday.” He shrugged. “She has a rather avid curiosity about all things Faurae. Well, all things magical, to be honest, it’s not just limited to us as a species.” He explained.

Lucius grinned. “All the same, I expect you to behave in my class. Or if you absolutely must misbehave, I expect you not to get caught.” He told the teen.

Harry smirked. “So be naughty like a Slytherin?” He asked cheekily.

Lucius licked his lips, walking closer to Harry and pressing him back against the desk he’d been using. “Yes.” He said.

Harry sat down on top of the desk and Lucius used his arms braced on either side of Harry’s hips to box him in. “Alright, Sir.” Harry’s eyes flicked to Lucius’ lips. “And if I can be naughty the proper way, what will my reward be?” He asked coyly.

Lucius groaned and claimed Harry’s mouth, one hand running from Harry’s waist, up his back, to fist gently in his hair. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, Harry.” His mouth slid down to bite gently at the spot where he would be leaving his mark on Harry. He didn’t break the skin, but he bit hard enough to leave indents that would take half-an-hour or so to fade. “I’m going to ruin you for other men.” He breathed against Harry’s neck, licking over the mark. “I’ll be needing my dagger back, and I’ll take the sheath, too, since wearing one without the other would be seen as you looking for someone to contest my claim, and we can’t have that.” He said, pulling away.

Harry took the sheath off, dagger still in it, and gave the entire thing to Lucius. “So I’ll just pick it up at detention, I suppose.” He said lightly.

Lucius smirked. “Yes, you’d better. Let me write you a pass, and you can get to class.” He said, walking back to his desk.

Harry smiled. He was quite looking forward to life as a married man. If Lucius was even half as ardent after the wedding as he seemed to be now, life was going to be very good, indeed.
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