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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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The week flew by in a flurry of homework and planning, and before Harry knew it, it was the Friday before his wedding.

Harry held the box with Lucius’ wedding robe in it under his invisibility cloak as he headed to the man’s rooms. He knocked on the door and waited a few moments.

Lucius opened the door. “You’re always more than welcome to come in unannounced, you know that.” He said in surprise.

Harry smiled. “Normally I would, but I’m just here to make a delivery.” He explained, removing the cloak and holding out the box.

Lucius smiled. “Ah. That was fast.” He commented.

Harry nodded. “I knew Mary would be able to get them done on time.”

“Do you mind if I take a peek at the colour, now that I have the robe?” Lucius asked.

Harry shrugged. “Go ahead.” He said lightly.

Lucius opened the box and pulled back the tissue paper. “Purple?” He met Harry’s eyes with a smile. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you in yours.” He purred.

Harry flushed. “According to Mary, it’ll really bring out my eyes.” He said.

“I bet it will.” Lucius said. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your friends. Remember, after dinner tomorrow we are not to see each other until the wedding. The Portkey invitations are set to go off at exactly ten AM, except for the wedding party, whose Portkey pendants will activate at nine-thirty so that they can get ready. You’ll be brought to the blue parlour, which will have a screen set up for the girls and boys to be kept separate whilst still allowing you to talk, as I’m sure you’ll be nervous, and only the girls will be able to talk you down.” He said in amusement.

Harry chuckled. “You have no faith in me.” He said ruefully.

“I have plenty of faith, but I also know how people get on big days. Second thoughts and minor panic attacks are not uncommon.” Lucius warned. “Now, get back to your friends and relax for the rest of today and tomorrow. After Sunday, I’m sure neither of us will be doing much relaxing. I intend to keep you quite busy.” The man added with a smirk.

Harry flushed and nodded, then turned to head back to his dormitory.

He and Lucius had made plans with Dumbledore for Harry to take his work to the Manor with him for the week that he and Lucius were setting aside for their Honeymoon. Harry was going to be collecting the assignments he’d need to complete tomorrow, and Lucius had agreed that he’d only help Harry as much as any Professor would to understand any material he needed help with. Harry and Lucius had agreed to put aside an hour each day for his work, and as much as he needed on the last day to finish up. After all, they’d be taking a real Honeymoon after defeating Voldemort, this was only the fake one to hammer out the last details of the plan involving the Dark Lord’s orders.

“Oh, before you go,” Lucius’ voice rang out.

Harry stopped and turned to face the man. “Yes?”

Lucius disappeared inside his room and came out with a vial of dark blue potion. “Take this. We likely won’t remember tomorrow and heaven knows I’ll be scatter-brained at best on the day I can finally have you.” He muttered half to himself.

Harry took the potion and looked at it curiously. “What is it?” He asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

Lucius smirked. “Contraceptus. Don’t eat grapes, drink grape juice, and, according to Severus, avoid Rubika fruit for the next month.” He advised.

Harry flushed. “Right.” He downed the potion and handed the vial back. “That… That wasn’t half bad.” He commented in surprise.

“If it tasted bad, do you have any idea how many sexually active teens would refuse to take it? There’s a reason it tastes good.” Lucius said in amusement. “Now you can do what you want for a month, and don’t have to worry about becoming pregnant too early. If, however, you find an Elven food that tastes suspicious, I’d ask the Fae Queen or Kilton about it, and take another dose just to be safe.”

Harry nodded. “Right.” He kissed Lucius and smiled. “Bye, then!” He said happily, hurrying back to Gryffindor Tower.

*****

Hermione looked over the stack of papers Harry had just put in his bag along with his books. “That doesn’t look like a whole week’s worth of assignments.” She commented.

Harry grinned at her. “Well, to be fair, the essay topics for the week are all written on the same length of parchment, so it doesn’t look as big as the stack I’ll be bringing back with me will.” He explained.

“Ah.” Hermione nodded. “That makes sense.”

“I can’t believe you’re expected to do homework on your Honeymoon.” Ginny said. “Who decided that?!”

Harry shrugged. “I’m actually getting special treatment due to Voldemort interfering with my life again. We’d be waiting until Easter Holidays to marry if time wasn’t of the essence. Unfortunately, Voldemort won’t wait that long.” He muttered with a shrug.

Ron shook his head. “So what is the plan, exactly? Do we have a solid one?” He asked.

“Lucius reckons Voldemort’s going to want me brought to him in the Forest, just at the edge of the Wards. Or, maybe, inside the Wards, I don’t think he’ll be planning on needing to make a fast escape.” Harry said. “He’ll tell me when he knows what day Voldemort wants me, it’ll probably give us two or three days’ warning. He’ll tell the Order, they’ll try to alert the Ministry—it’s anyone’s guess whether or not they’ll prove useful at all—and that leaves us to tell the DA. Ron, Hermione, Nev, Ginny and maybe Luna, if she agrees, will separate the other members out between yourselves and basically act as Generals for them. Tell them what you want them doing, I’m sure they’ll listen. Don’t worry about me, I’ll have Draco, Lucius and Severus at my back, I’ll be fine.”

Neville sighed. “I don’t like the way it sounds, that’s for sure.” He said.

Ron nodded in agreement. “Reckon we’re ready?” He asked no one in particular.

“As we’ll ever be.” Ginny said softly, reaching over to link her fingers with Neville’s.

Harry sighed. “No need to get all depressed about it right now.” He said. “We’ve got a wedding to enjoy before this will be an issue.” He said with forced levity.

Hermione smiled. “I’m sure the wedding will be great, Harry. And I know we’ll get though this war in one piece. After all, we’ve been through so much already, there’s no way we’re not prepared for whatever’s coming.” She said confidently. “Keep in mind, everyone in the DA has been training for this day. We’re ready.”

“So,” Ginny turned toward Harry with a small smile, “What version of vows are you going with?” She asked.

Harry flushed. “We’re going to do the same thing Severus and Draco did, and just give personalized ones, and no, I’m not telling you what they are before the wedding.” He added, seeing the look in her eyes.

Ginny pursed her lips. “You’re no fun. Well, are you going to be doing the purity spell in front of everyone, then?” She asked.

“Yes.” Harry answered. “And we’re doing a soul-bond.”

Ginny smiled widely. “Well, I’m happy for you. Make sure he treats you right. And if he doesn’t, just tell one of us. Weasleys are good at planning ‘accidental’ deaths.” She winked.

Harry laughed. “Fine, I’ll come to you when I’m ready to be a widower, Gin.” He agreed.

*****

Harry opened the door to Lucius’ rooms and peeked in.

“I know you’re there.” The man said wearily. “You know we’re not to see each other—“

“After dinner.” Harry replied lightly. “And we won’t, I promise. I just wanted to see you while I could.” He came fully into the room and shut the door behind himself. “I checked with Draco, and he said it’s okay so long as we don’t sleep under the same roof tonight, or see each other after eating dinner. And since you’re going to the Manor for dinner, and I’ll be here until tomorrow, we’re good.”

Lucius sighed and set his book down. “Come here, you wilful little piece.” He said in resigned amusement.

Harry sat himself in Lucius’ lap. “You know, I’m kind of glad I’m so small for my age.” He said, cocking his head.

Lucius smiled. “Oh? And why’s that?” He asked.

“I fit in your lap. If I were any bigger, you’d likely shove me off.” Harry mused.

“I would not.” Lucius assured him. “But it would make holding you in my lap a bit more difficult, I have to say.”

Harry sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.” He mourned.

“You’ll live. If you feel like you need me, eat one of those chocolates I had made for you. That’s what they’re for, after all.” Lucius advised.

Harry hummed. “All right. How did you get them made, anyway? Didn’t the chocolatier think it was weird that you wanted your blood in the chocolates?” He asked curiously.

“You’d be surprised, some people ask for very strange things from confectioners. They probably assume I have a vampire friend or lover that I’m having them made for.” Lucius said lightly. “Which is why I went through the French branch of Honeydukes. They’re a bit more forgiving of creatures there, so it was the safer bet.”

“Does Britain have something against creatures, or something? Because I don’t want our children to be discriminated against.” Harry said flatly.

Lucius sighed. “I’m sure you already know about the awful Werewolf laws, and the Vampire laws are just as bad. But the ones for us, as well as Fae and High Elves, are much more lenient. We are allowed our freedoms as much as everyone else, and we even have mating laws that allow us to defend our mates violently if necessary, as do Veela, largely owing to the fact that we do not bring those laws into play very often. It is only the dangerous creatures they dislike. Those that have a stigma attached to them, for whatever reason.” He finished. “Personally, I think the Werewolf and Vampire laws should be re-worked, but I’m only one man.”

Harry nodded. “Hermione is going to try and get them changed, as well as the laws regarding house-elves.” He offered.

Lucius groaned and covered his face with one hand. “Let me guess: She’s going to try and get them freed from their servitude?” He shook his head. “They like their lot. You’ll see that first-hand when you move in.” He pointed out. “Dobby was an aberration.”

Harry shrugged and stood. “Well, at any rate, it’s nearly dinner time. I’ll let you go. See you tomorrow.” He said, brushing a kiss over Lucius’ cheek.

Lucius got up. “Tomorrow, then, my Love.” He said, watching as Harry shut the door behind himself.

He smiled and headed through the Floo to Malfoy Manor.

*****

Harry grabbed his wand and waved it to turn the alarm off, and the wand stopped beeping and buzzing.

Neville groaned. “Harry, is that you?” He asked.

Harry yawned. “Yeah.” He confirmed. “Time to get up.”

Neville sighed. “Fine. You want to get Ron up, or should I?” He asked.

“I’ll do it.” Harry volunteered, getting out of bed and padding over to the redhead’s bed.

He drew back the curtain and shook Ron’s shoulder. “Ron, get up!” He said loudly.

Ron groaned and threw one arm out blindly, mumbling, “Ten more minutes!”

Harry snorted, dodging the arm. “No, Ron, get up now!” He insisted.

Ron growled and opened one bleary eye. “I hate you right now.” He stated, then yawned.

“I know you do. Come on, up.” Harry urged.

Ron got up and the three headed into the showers.

“Big day today.” Neville said to Harry with a grin. “Nervous?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “A little bit, yeah. I mean, I know I want to do this, but what if I mess up? Lucius already said there’d be a few reporters there, so if I mess up, I’ll never live it down.” He muttered.

Ron frowned. “He’s letting reporters into your wedding?” He asked reproachfully. “Shouldn’t you have your privacy?”

Neville sighed and shook his head. “He can’t. There are reporters from the Daily and Witch Weekly at every Malfoy wedding, not letting them in this time would make it seem like they were hiding something. The speculation would be wild.” He said.

Harry sighed. “Yeah, that’s what Lucius told me. They aren’t allowed to stay for the reception, though, so there’s that, at least. And he’s got an agreement that they won’t post our vows verbatim, so Voldemort won’t know exactly what was promised. They’re upset about it, but they agreed to the terms all the same.”

Ron shrugged. “Too bad for them. At least I won’t have to worry about reporters when Hermione finally lets me marry her.”

Harry grinned. “I don’t know, depending on how high Hermione actually goes in the Ministry before you marry, you might have to.” He teased.

“Don’t say that. Please.” Ron muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t even bear thinking about it.”

Neville laughed. “You know, you picked the one witch in Gryffindor that’s just as bound and determined to make a name for herself as any Slytherin would be.” He pointed out. “I hope you weren’t planning on living a quiet life.” He added.

Ron shrugged. “Well, if I was, I’ve changed my mind.” He said in mild amusement. “I’d rather have her than normalcy, any day.”

Harry smiled. “Glad to hear it. As for me, I’ll take what I’ve got now. It’s as close to normal as I’m going to get, and I find I’m rather fond of Lucius, so it won’t be a hardship to live with him for a few hundred years.”

“And longer.” Ron muttered under his breath.

Harry smiled brightly. “Yes, and longer.” He agreed.

The three teen finished their shower and got dressed.

“Make sure you put on your necklaces.” Harry reminded the other two. “We don’t want anyone getting left behind. This would be a bad day for that.” He added.

Ron and Neville both slid the large silver lockets over their heads.

“No offence, Harry, but I don’t think I’ll be keeping this once the wedding’s over with.” Ron said.

Harry laughed. “Don’t worry. Lucius and I don’t expect you to. Ginny and ‘Mione might, but if you don’t want to, it’s fine.” He assured the redhead.

They shrunk their wedding robes and slid them into their pockets, Harry adding his trunk and bag, also shrunk.

“All ready?” Harry asked.

Ron and Neville nodded.

“Then let’s go meet the girls.” Harry said, and led the way downstairs.

Hermione and Ginny were waiting in the common room, necklaces on.

“We’ve got our robes with us, and we’re ready to go.” Ginny said in excitement. “Come on, the sooner we get to breakfast, the sooner we can go!”

Harry laughed. “Calm down, Gin! They’re timed, there’s nothing we can do that will make them go off any faster.” He reminded her.

Ginny huffed. “That may be so, but at least I’ll feel like I’m doing something if we’re busy.” She pointed out.

Harry laughed. “Fine, then. Let’s get to breakfast. I need to at least eat something.” He muttered. “If only some toast and a bit of fruit.”
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