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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, Ron and Hermione piled into one carriage, Ginny and Neville already in the one behind them, and chatted as they trundled toward Hogsmeade.

“So, what colour are we going to be in? That’s your decision, right?” Hermione asked.

Ron nodded. “Yeah, the girl or the intended gets to choose the colour and style of the wedding robes. So it’s all up to Harry.” He answered.

Harry smiled. “I was going to pick red until I realized that would leave me in pink,”

Ron snorted.

“My thoughts exactly.” Harry said in amusement. “So I decided after some more thought to use purple instead. It was my mother’s favourite colour, and I don’t mind the light shades of purple too much. So I can wear a light shade. I’ll be in the lightest colour, and you guys, Ginny and Nev will be in the next darkest shade. Lucius’ party will be in a darker shade than you, and Lucius will be in the darkest shade of purple. I’ve seen him in a dark purple shirt, and trust me, he’s going to look amazing.” Harry breathed, his eyes unfocusing as he pictured it.

Ron groaned. “And now he’s going to be distracted all day long.” He muttered.

Hermione giggled. “Earth to Harry.” She said, poking the other teen on the forehead.

“Hey! I’m here!” Harry said irritably, batting at her hands. “Stop poking me, all you have to do if you want my attention is say something; I can still hear you!”

Hermione smiled. “Sorry; I couldn’t resist.”

Harry and Hermione discussed how the wedding would go for the next few minutes, Ron listening absently, until the carriage stopped.

They all got out and met up with Neville and Ginny.

“Alright, Lucius said they’d all be waiting at the Three Broomsticks, and Severus and Jasper I already know, so I should be able to pick them out easily enough.” Harry said, leading the way.

He noticed Severus and Jasper facing the door, sitting across from two blonde-haired women, and waved.

Jasper smiled and waved back, while Severus just sighed and stood.

The women looked their way and stood as well, smiling.

Harry walked up to them and bowed, then took their hands and kissed them both in turn. “Hello, I’m Harry Potter. I’m pleased to meet you.” He said.

“Hello, Harry.” The first one he had kissed answered for them both. “I am Aceline, and this is my twin, Annabelle.”

“We are pleased to meet you as well, though Lucius should really try to stick to his own age, at the very least.” Annabelle murmured.

Harry smiled. “Love knows no age, and the heart rarely listens to reason.” He said glibly, turning to Jasper and Severus. “Are we all ready to go?” He asked.

Severus and Jasper nodded, and they headed off to the clothing shops.

There were three in town, and Harry already knew which one he wanted to go to. It was a sister shop to Madam Malkins’ shop, and he’d shopped there before and was very satisfied with the work they did. Plus, the owner, Mary Malkins, was a very nice woman, and she seemed to have a soft spot for Harry.

When they entered, she was up front, putting some clothes in a bag for a customer.

She saw them and smiled. “Ahh, young Mr. Potter! So I’m guessing you want to give me the honour of making your wedding robes?” She asked as the customer left.

Harry chuckled and nodded. “If it’s not too much trouble, yes. Do you think you could get them all done in two weeks?” He asked.

Mary raised an eyebrow. “That’s ten robes? I’ll have to put both my assistants on it as well, but between us three, we should be able to. It’ll cost you extra for the rush job, however.” She warned.

Harry smiled. “That’s fine; money is no object. I just want them ready soon.” He said.

Mary nodded. “Fair enough, let’s get you separated and measured, then.” She called out to her assistants and sent one of them in with the girls. “Janet, go get the book of wedding robe styles for Mr. Potter, here.” She instructed, then herded the men into the other room. “Strip down to your underwear, all of you.” She ordered.

Harry was glad he’d checked both of his glamours that morning, making sure his nipple ring was hidden, too. There was no need to let Jasper know he’d gotten one. Because the man was certainly looking, wasn’t he?

“Do you mind?” Harry snapped, flushing.

Jasper’s eyes flicked from his chest to his face and the man grinned unrepentantly. “Not even a little bit, no.” He answered brightly. “You’re certainly a hot young thing. How did you say Lucius got to you?” He asked interestedly.

Harry glared at the man. “I didn’t.” Harry hissed, hearing Ron and Neville holding back laughter behind him. “And I’m not about to tell you, anyway!” He finished.

Jasper sighed sadly.

Severus chuckled. “Jasper, if you truly want someone that badly, both Aceline and Annabelle appear to be single, and remember that Lucius told us years ago that the two do everything together.”

Jasper licked his lips. “Good point.” His eyes raked over Harry’s chest once more. “Too bad Lucius has become so stingy lately, I’d sure love to get to play with you.” He told Harry with a smile. “But Aceline and Annabelle, well, they’re quite lovely, as well…” He trailed off as Janet entered with the book and distracted Harry, showing him all the different styles of wedding robes.

Neville sidled over to stand at Harry’s shoulder. He pointed to one set with several different runes at the bottom. “These ones have all the standard runes—love, fidelity and fertility—but these ones are more what you’ll want for you, I think. This extra rune is purity. Lucius can’t have that one, of course, but it’s your right as a virgin to bear that rune if you want. It’s a sign of honour, to have waited for your wedding before… Well, you know.” He finished.

Harry nodded thoughtfully. “Can I ask that they put different runes on his than there are on mine, or do we have to match?” He asked, as he handed over the book to Neville while Mary measured him.

“They don’t have to match.” Neville assured him. “Everyone knows he isn’t pure, anyway, Draco is proof positive of that.” He said. “And if he lies by word or deed about his state of purity, the spells will be null and void.”

“Alright. So I think I should definitely go with this one.” He said, showing it to Mary. “With this one for Lucius.” He pointed to the one that only had the three standard runes.

Mary nodded. “Good choices. What colour are we going with?”

Harry smiled. “Purple.”

Severus looked his way in surprise.

Harry met his eyes and smiled. “What can I say? I’m sentimental.” He said to the man with a shrug.

Severus nodded once and wiped his face clean of emotion again, just standing there impassively.

Mary smiled widely. “Good choice. I have a nice lilac that would look wonderful on you; it’ll make your eyes pop! And we do want to bring out those lovely eyes of yours, don’t we?” She said to herself, heading out to get the fabric.

Harry mentally sighed and settled in for the long haul. At least this time, he spoke the native language and had a say in what was going on around him. But it was still going to be a long day.

*****

Harry was handing over Lucius’ measurements to Mary when the girls came out of their room, all smiling and talking amongst themselves.

“I’ve been to France on holiday once,” Hermione was saying to one of the twins, “but I’d love to go again!”

The woman smiled at Hermione. “Well, I shall write to you, Hermione, and maybe you and your young man can come visit for a week or so over the summer. We could have so much fun!”

Hermione nodded. “I’d like that, Annabelle, thank you.”

“It is nothing.” Aceline assured her. “And you must come, too.” She said to Ginny. “So I can play with your hair. Malfoys never have hair this colour; I am so jealous!”

Ginny smiled. “Thank you. I’d love to have you do my hair. My mother never has time to style it, she has six other children. I’d love to have someone style it for once.”

Aceline smiled brightly. “Then we’re agreed! We’ll keep in touch, and you must come to visit us at home sometime!” She declared.

Harry finished with Mary and walked over to the twins. “I’ll have Lucius send you details when we’ve decided on a date. I’m pretty sure he’ll want to get married at Malfoy Manor, so just be ready to hear from him. Are you staying somewhere nearby?” He asked.

Annabelle nodded. “We’ve got a room at the hotel at the edge of town for three weeks starting tonight. We’ll be ready.” She said.

Harry turned to Jasper. “I’m telling Lucius that you were staring at me.” He warned the man.

Jasper laughed. “He might get a little irritated, but he knows me, he’ll be expecting that news already.” He told Harry. “But if it makes you feel better, go ahead and tell him, I’ll take the scolding he’ll give me with grace.”

Harry huffed. “Anyway, we need to get back.” He said, indicating his group. “We’ll see you at the wedding.” He said.

Aceline smiled. “See you there, Harry Potter.” She said amiably.

*****

Harry walked into Lucius’ room, finding the man reading with a glass of Firewhiskey in his hand. He didn’t even look up at the intrusion, just inhaled and smiled. “Hello, Harry.”

Harry sighed. “Jasper spent most of the fitting leering at me.” He told the man irritably.

Lucius’ eyes left his book and one eyebrow quirked upward. “And what exactly do you expect me to do about it? I believe I warned you that the man in an incurable flirt when you met him. If I didn’t, I certainly intended to. There’s no way to change him, I’m afraid, and I’ve given up trying. As I told you, he’s used to me sharing lovers with him. Of course he’ll feel entitled to look.” Lucius’ eyes darkened and he licked his lips. “I can’t say I blame him, either. You’re absolutely delicious.” He purred.

Harry flushed. “Um, thank you, but I don’t like having strangers staring at me while I’m mostly naked.” He said.

Lucius smirked. “You didn’t seem to mind too terribly much during Draco’s fittings, and I do remember getting quite an eyeful then.” He teased.

“That’s different; it was you.” Harry muttered.

Lucius smirked. “Ah, so I’m a special case?” He asked smugly.

Harry nodded and collapsed into the free chair. “Yes. Also, I’ve decided I want to get rid of these scars.” He said quietly, gesturing to his back. “As soon as possible.” He added.

Lucius sobered and he nodded. “Alright. Can I give you some advice about that?” He asked, closing the book and setting it aside.

Harry nodded. “Yes, I trust you.” He said lightly.

Lucius smiled. “I’m glad.” He drained his drink and set it on top of the book. “It would be easiest if you had two people working in tandem on your back, as we could remove all the scars at once and apply the dittany paste I’ve used before in a massaging motion, covering your back quickly and efficiently. If it were up to me, I would suggest that you let Severus help me. He would never betray your trust, as he’s had his own scars to bear, and he knows how to work without adding to the pain of the experience, due to his Healer training. It will hurt, but it is much quicker and easier with two people than with one. In addition, I think he already has some of the dittany paste left over from the last batch he brewed.” He added, watching Harry’s face intently. “It is, of course, up to you.”

Harry bit his lip, thinking.

With the new accord he and the Potions Master had come to, the experience stood less of a chance of being a lesson in torture, as the man’s acid tongue likely would have made it seem if he’d attempted it earlier.

“I don’t want Draco to be there.” Harry finally decided. “And I don’t want Severus to tell him about the scars either.” He added.

Lucius inclined his head. “The terms, of course, would be yours to set. I believe he will keep it from Draco if that is what you wish. He may close the bond off as he works, or not, but if you request it, he will not tell Draco what he sees or learns about you.” He said evenly.

Harry chewed on his lip. “How soon can we do this?” He asked.

Lucius hummed thoughtfully. “Give me tomorrow to ask him if he will help, and he should be able to prepare a new batch of the paste in the afternoon. Monday evening would be the soonest we could arrange it. I could ask him to assign you a detention as a cover for you being in the dungeons, as my room is too accessible to use. Only Slytherins will be down in the dungeons, and his rooms are further than their common room. We can make it there unseen, for the most part.”

Harry nodded. “Okay, so you’ll arrange it all, and all I have to do is show up for a fake detention?” He checked.

Lucius smirked. “Precisely.” He affirmed.

“Sounds like a plan.” He muttered. “Is it normal to be extremely nervous?” He asked.

Lucius smiled. “Yes. I was nearly sick with trepidation the night I showed you this,” He lifted his shirt to reveal the word carved into his hip, “but I still made myself do it. Some things have to be pushed through, because you will come out the other end all the stronger for having the fortitude to see it through. It may not seem like it, but this could very well be one of those things. If nothing else, you will be able to put your past behind you where it belongs, and you’ll be free to drop the glamour and show your true body, if only to family.” Lucius smirked. “I won’t allow you to show it off to anyone else.”

Harry snorted. “Severus will have seen it, if he helps you.”

Lucius shrugged. “He is my brother in all but blood.” He answered lightly. “He knows that he is counted among my kin, more so now that he and Draco are married, but ever since he joined the Dark Lord’s ranks, we have been close. We are more than just friends, we’ve done things together that sickened us and drank the images from our minds afterwards. Shared experiences like that will either drive two men apart, or forge the strongest of bonds. Neither of us are the sort to break under pressure.” He said.

Harry suddenly let out a slightly hysterical giggle. “Oh, God, I’m going to be Severus Prince’s step-father-in-law!”

Lucius chuckled at that. “Never say that to his face. He would flay you alive.” He warned the brunet.

Harry shook his head with a smile. “I know better. I do value my life, thanks.” He said.

“As do I.” Lucius agreed.

Harry smiled at him. “Alright, I’m going to get back to the common room now. I have some homework I should get to work on.”

“Don’t leave without giving me a kiss.” Lucius requested.

Harry chuckled and walked up to the man, kissing him and running his fingertips over his cheek. “Mm, you have stubble.” He noted, then nuzzled against the man’s cheek. “I like it.” He said happily.

Lucius smiled. “Get your fill right now, because it won’t happen often. I only have to shave on average once a week. It grows in that slowly. Malfoys are not known for being hairy men. Quite the opposite.”

Harry grinned. “You may not have noticed, but despite my name, I’m not particularly hairy, either. Except for the mop on my head.” He joked.

“I happen to like the mop on your head.” Lucius remarked mildly. “It’s got its own kind of devil-may-care charm to it.” He said.

Harry snorted. “In that case, I’ll never cut it. For you.”

Lucius raised an eyebrow. “If you intend to marry me, I’m going to urge you to follow the rules you should be following as the Potter and Black Lord. You should already be growing your hair long, as befits your station, so that other wizards and witches will recognize you as a Pureblood with status as soon as they see you. It’s your right and privilege.” He told the teen.

Harry frowned. “I can see there’s a lot about this Pureblood stuff I don’t know. We’ll talk about it more later, when I have time.” He said.

Lucius nodded. “Rest assured we will.” He confirmed.
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