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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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“No, your back needs to be straighter.” Lucius said wearily. “Alright, let’s try this: it’s going to sound bad, and I’m sure you can come up with a million jokes about the wording, but imagine someone took a broom and shoved it handle-first up your arse, if you’ll excuse my French, and kept going until it reached your neck.” He finished.

Harry grinned. “I always knew you had a stick up your arse.” He quipped.

Lucius groaned and covered his eyes with one hand. “Harry, please, this is important if you want my peers to ever take you seriously.”

“Right.” Harry straightened up, pushing his shoulders back and tilting his head back just the slightest bit, looking every inch the Pureblood Lord he was. “Like this?”

Lucius warily removed his hand and blinked, his hand coming to rest in his lap in surprise. “Yes, actually. That’s… That’s perfect.” He breathed, then smiled. “How did you do that so easily?” He asked.

“I was getting it wrong on purpose. I’ve seen Draco strut around, it’s easy enough to emulate. I just wanted to see if you’d actually suggest standing like there was a stick up my arse, and you did. Mission accomplished.” Harry said in satisfaction. “It didn’t even take that long.”

Lucius huffed a quiet laugh. “You little brat. You would have made a good Slytherin. We’ll convert you yet.”

Harry snorted. “The hat wanted me in Slytherin first year. But I’d only met Draco, and he struck me as exactly the type of bully I wanted to avoid.” He told Lucius. “Plus I’d heard that there wasn’t a witch or wizard that went bad that wasn’t in Slytherin.”

Lucius frowned, and Harry cut him off before he could refute that.

“Of course I know now that that’s not true; but back then, I believed it. I just kept begging the hat ‘not Slytherin,’ and it sent me to Gryffindor instead.” Harry finished.

Lucius shook his head. “Of course the slander would reach your ears first and shape your perception. Who introduced you to the Wizarding World?” He asked.

Harry smiled ruefully. “Hagrid.” He admitted.

Lucius nodded. “I see. He is one of the most prejudiced people in this area of the world, though since it is in favour of Muggleborns and against Purebloods and their, at times, antiquated ideals, it’s overlooked. If he were a Pureblood supremacist, he would be reviled for how set in his views he is. Such is the double-standard of our world.” He mourned. “But we carry on, and try to pass down those ideals that we believe will serve our children best.”

Harry sat down in Lucius’ lap, wrapping his arms around Lucius’ neck. “So, since I can walk the walk, how about you teach me how to talk the talk?” He pressed. “That much I don’t know, and it’s important that I know how to act among the haughty Purebloods for our wedding, right?”

“Well, there are several subjects you’ll need to steer clear of. There are several things we don’t discuss in polite society. Sex being one of them, and the biggest. We don’t talk about it. We can allude to it, lightly, but it is never overtly discussed, and with an innocent such as yourself, the guests must be especially careful, as the worldly delights are mine to teach you.” Lucius growled, leaning in and inhaling Harry’s scent as he nibbled at his neck.

Harry giggled, shifting. “Lucius, stop it, that tickles!”

Lucius chuckled. “Very well. Another thing we don’t speak of is blood status, at least, not in blatant terms. We can speak of ancestry, and families, but one will never use the word ‘Pureblood’ or ‘Muggleborn’ in polite society unless they are with only family, or like-minded individuals who have made their stance on the matter abundantly clear. Mine no longer is.” He added smugly. “Hopefully the assembled guests will be smart enough to notice before committing a faux pas.” He sounded entirely too amused at the chance that they may not notice.

“You’re terrible, setting people up for failure!” Harry said with a wide smile.

“That’s not my problem. They’re clever enough to rise to the top of society, they need to stay sharp and keep up.” Lucius said unrepentantly.

“What else should they, and I, steer clear of?”

Lucius hummed. “My previous marriage, particularly the spouse herself. They can talk about our plans, the fact that Draco and I are a package deal, and the fact that this marriage will be different, but they should not bring up Narcissa’s name or allude to her in more than passing. If they try to rope you into talking about her or my previous marriage at all, politely excuse yourself and come find me. Point the offender out and I will have them immediately removed. We will not need any negativity on your big day. A wedding is a happy event, and I plan for you to enjoy yours.” He finished, taking Harry’s hand in his own and brushing a kiss over the back of it.

Harry smiled widely. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but whatever it was, I’m glad I did it.” He said, leaning in to kiss Lucius deeply.

“Also, they may make a comment or two on it, but in general they should not make too big a deal over our age disparity. Such things do sometimes happen, and they are generally acceptable. Everyone tends to look the other way until the age difference is not so apparent. In another twenty years, it will hardly matter.” Lucius pointed out.

“Especially for us.” Harry reminded him. “Ana said we live on average about four or five hundred years, due to the nearly immortal races we’re descended from.”

Lucius inclined his head. “Yes. And the best part is that I have a feeling you’ll be fertile for as long as you want to be, since Liam said that’s how it is for Fae, which gives us plenty of time to have those five children you mentioned wanting.”

Harry laughed. “Yes, well, I want them all to be around the same age. I don’t want gaps of, say, twenty years between them. I want them to get the full experience of annoying siblings. Draco missed out, but my children won’t.” He said firmly.

Lucius rolled his eyes. “So long as I am still young enough to enjoy them, I have no complaints.” He said.

“You know,” Harry said slowly, realizing something, “Aceline and Annabelle had something to say about our age gap.” He told the man.

Lucius smiled indulgently. “Yes, well, they are the more… eccentric of my family members. Their family is from France, they don’t hold to the same standards we do here. Besides that, they are allowed to talk of those things between family, which they know Severus practically is. The addition of Jasper would be the only reasoning not to speak of the age gap, and they probably didn’t deem it a large enough deterrent.” He said in amusement. “They’ll see at the wedding that this is a love match, and they will approve of you far more than they ever approved of Narcissa for it.”

Harry nodded. “Sounds good to me. How close are you with them? And you never told me how they were related to you.”

“We’re very close. I went to their house for a month every summer after starting at Hogwarts, since my father wanted me to know French and not get rusty with it. They’re paternal cousins of mine. My father had a younger brother, though he left as soon as he was of age and moved to France to distance himself from the family. He disliked the way we were raised, what with the arranged marriages and the blood purity fervour. Aceline and Annabelle are his two eldest daughters, but they are the only ones I can stomach. The rest are too… Let’s say too French for me.” He left it at that.

Harry grinned. “Got it. So I think it’s almost curfew—“

“That it is.” Lucius confirmed.

“So I have to get back to the dormitory. I think I know enough now to not embarrass us at our wedding.” Harry added.

Lucius smiled. “I would certainly hope so. Come, I’ll walk you back.”

*****

Harry blinked at Archimedes in surprise when the owl landed in front of him, bearing a small box with the Honeydukes logo and the words ‘Special Order’ below it. He opened the box and saw a selection of little chocolate balls inside. There was a note on top, in Lucius’ hand, that simply read, ‘Eat carefully—They’re filled.’

Archimedes nuzzled him and gave a soft hoot before taking wing and flying off again. Harry frowned in confusion and picked up one of the small balls, putting it into his mouth and biting down.

Immediately, the taste of cinnamon mingled with chocolate flooded his mouth and he realized what Lucius had done; the little chocolates were filled with his blood!

Harry moaned softly, eyes rolling back in his head in enjoyment.

Hermione snorted. “Don’t eat those, you’ll spoil your breakfast.” She chided lightly.

Harry sighed, but set them aside.

“What’s in them?” Hermione asked curiously.

Harry flushed. “I… Uh… Can’t tell you that. It’s a secret the Fae royalty don’t want getting out, but since I’m descended from them, I had to be told.” He explained. “Lucius, being my mate-to-be, had to know as well.”

Hermione frowned. “Alright, fair enough, I suppose.” She said. “Professor Malfoy is watching you, again.” She told him, nodding toward the Head Table.

Harry looked up and caught Lucius’ eye. The man tilted his head in query, and Harry smiled at him and nodded happily.

Lucius returned the smile and inclined his head.

Harry finished his breakfast and headed to his first class, Charms, with Ron and Hermione.

“So, Malfoy senior is really spoiling you, isn’t he?” Ron asked. “The flowers and the poem were part of the courtship, so those I get, but candy? And all the little notes? He doesn’t really seem the type.” The redhead noted.

Harry flushed. “He’s got a soft side. He just doesn’t let it be shown all that much. I seem to bring it out in him, though. I like it.” He said lightly.

Ron shrugged. “I guess if anyone should bring that out of him, it should be the person he’s going to be married to for the rest of forever.” He mused.

“It would certainly be a good thing, that’s for sure.” Hermione agreed. “I think Harry and Professor Malfoy are a good match. He makes Harry happy, and Harry deserves to be happy, plus a little pampering is good for the soul.” She remarked.

*****

Ron and Harry were relaxing in the Prefects’ bath, discussing Quidditch strategies, when Draco came in. “Fancy meeting you here.” Draco said lightly. “Mind if I join you?” He asked.

Harry looked at Ron, who shrugged. “Fine by me, but doesn’t Prince have a tub like this in his bathroom? Why don’t you just use his?” He asked.

Draco sighed as he began undressing. “Well, Ronald—may I call you Ronald?” He asked, looking over at the redhead.

“Ron works. Only my mother calls me Ronald, and only when I’m in trouble.” Ron said.

“Right. Well, Ron, as much as I love my husband—and I very much do—he’s taking to staring at my naked body every opportunity he gets. I don’t mind the attention,” He pointed out as he slid into the water. “I just don’t like it all the time. It makes me feel like a freak when he pays such close attention to every bit of my body like he has been, of late. Particularly my stomach.” Draco added. “It’s hardly gotten any bigger yet, there’s not much to see there, but still, he stares. Sometimes the scrutiny is sexy, sometimes it’s just unnerving. I prefer to bathe without being watched, so I’ve decided I’ll just take baths here when I’d rather not shower.”

Harry smiled. “I think he’s just getting used to the idea a little slowly, is all.” He told the blond. “He’s still letting it sink in.”

Draco nodded. “Yes. Oh, and can you believe, he’s made me quit Quidditch?!” He asked, in a positively scandalized tone. “I can still act as Captain, but I have to do it from the ground, now.”

Ron frowned. “Well, yes, if someone gets pregnant, they can’t play. It’s unsafe. What if they fall, or take a bludger to the stomach? They could lose the baby really easily.”

“I suppose there is that, but I’m really careful, and it’s not like I have Harry’s luck, or anything.” Draco mumbled.

Ron grinned. “Merlin forbid.” He agreed.

“Thanks, guys.” Harry said, amused despite himself.

Draco snorted. “So, have you and Father decided what kind of binding you’re going to use?” He asked Harry.

Harry smiled. “We’re going to soul-bond.” He said softly.

Draco gaped at him. “How on Earth did you get Father to agree to that?!” He asked. “Just this summer, he was against remarrying at all!”

Harry shrugged. “We just came to an agreement that we both wanted this to be a forever thing. He loves me, Draco. Something he’s never let himself feel before for anyone not of his blood. He took a big risk, and since it didn’t backfire on him, he’s willing to go all in. He says there are signs that we may already be soul mates cropping up, so why not?”

“Wow. Well, I wish all the best for you two, then. What colour are you going with?” Draco asked.

Harry smiled. “Don’t tell Lucius yet, because I haven’t, but I’m going with purple.” He told the blond. “It was my mother’s favourite colour, I found out from Severus, and I already know Lucius looks good in it.” He said happily.

Draco grinned. “Father really likes that colour, too. Mother had him marry her in red.” He said. “He hated what it did to his complexion in the photos. He’d gotten a bit tipsy, and it made his face look so flushed.” Draco chuckled.

Harry breathed a mental sigh of relief that he had changed his mind on the colour he was using. He was pretty sure Lucius wouldn’t have said anything about it if he had chosen red, but if he could avoid reminding the man of his previous marriage and the way it had fallen apart at the end, he’d gladly do it.

Besides, as good as the man looked in red (because he did look good), he looked even better in purple.

*****

Harry finished his last essay and set down his quill with a loud sigh. “And done!” He announced.

Draco groaned. “Great. I still have one to go.” He shook his wings a bit, frowned, and shook them again. “Can you take a look at my wings? They feel kind of itchy.” He said, turning to face away from Harry.

Harry winced. “Uh, yeah, because you’ve got kinked feathers all over the place. Have you been keeping them out all the time?” He asked.

Draco pursed his lips. “I can’t seem to get to sleep with them in, and even when they’re out at night I toss and turn. I blame the pregnancy entirely.” The blond muttered. “Could you fix them for me?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “Um, why don’t you ask your mate to do that?” He suggested.

Draco sighed. “Because every time he does it, we end up having sex. I don’t want sex right now. Besides, Her Majesty said family members can preen each other, so help me out, Dad!” The blond huffed.

Harry rolled his eyes and felt around under Draco’s wings until he found the preen gland and collected some of the oil. He sniffed it, an eyebrow raising in surprise. It smelled strongly of vanilla. “Well, that explains a lot about your scent.” He muttered to Draco, smoothing the oil over the tops of his wings and straightening feathers as he worked his way down the wings.

Draco sighed in relaxation. “That’s nice.” He murmured, his shoulders and neck going boneless. “Really nice.”

Harry laughed. “Going to put you to sleep?” He asked.

Draco huffed out a small laugh. “You might.” He agreed.

“Well, try to stay up, because it’s almost curfew. I don’t want you getting in trouble for being out late.” Harry pointed out.

Draco shrugged. “I’m Head Boy, I’m allowed to be out late.” He pointed out.

“Oh. Right.” Harry muttered. “So does it feel any different when I preen you to when Severus does?” He asked in curiosity.

Draco nodded. “A bit. When he preens me, there’s a kind of tingly feeling in my wings, and his scent gets really strong. I think preening between mates stimulates pheromone production or something. That tingly feeling is completely absent right now, and I just feel very relaxed.” He explained.

Harry finished working on Draco’s wings and smoothed the last of the oil on his hands over the feathers at the bottom of Draco’s wings. “There.” He said. “They look better now. Try not to abuse them so much.”

Draco sighed. “I’ll keep them in at night if I’m restless. I’m just more comfortable with them out lately.” He said.

Harry smiled. “Probably an instinctual pregnancy quirk of Faurae.” He shrugged. “Keep me informed if anything else weird happens. I’d like to know for future reference.”

Draco nodded. “I will.” He started gathering up his things. “Well, I’m going to head back to Severus’ rooms, and you should get back to your dormitory before curfew.” He suggested.

Harry nodded. “Right.”
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