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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 and Lucius were lazing about in bed late Thursday morning, when a large, silver Chinese fireball dragon appeared in the room.

Harry shrieked in alarm, covering himself with the sheets as the dragon opened its mouth and spoke, Severus’ deep drawl emerging from its mouth.

“I’ve been summoned. I’ll report any news to you first, so please, get out of bed, and for the love of Merlin, both of you be dressed when I get there.” The dragon said before disappearing.

Harry huffed. “What if I don’t want to be dressed when he gets here?” He whined.

“You’d prefer that Severus see you naked? Is there something you’ve neglected to tell me, perhaps? Some long-buried passion for your Potions Professor?” Lucius asked teasingly.

Harry made a face. “Oh, ew, no!” He declared. “I can’t believe you’d even ask me that!”

Lucius chuckled. “Well, I suppose we should get up and get dressed. We can go get something to eat while we wait for Severus and the Dark Lord to conclude their business, I suppose.” He said. “I must admit, for a second I had no idea whose Patronus that was.” He mused.

Harry frowned. “Why?”

Lucius got up and walked to the wardrobe, opening it before he spoke again. “His Patronus wasn’t always a dragon. Until this year, it was actually a doe. He cared for your mother that much.” The man said softly, pulling out some clothes.

Harry walked over to his trunk and began pulling out clothes. “So is it always based on romantic love?” Harry asked. “And do they always change?”

Lucius smiled and shook his head. “No, not always, on both counts. I doubt yours has changed. And I’m fairly certain mine hasn’t, either.” He said.

Harry cocked his head. “Why do you say that?” He asked curiously.

Lucius pulled up his trousers and reached for a shirt. “Well,” He began, “Yours obviously has sentimental value; it matches your father’s, and represents the parent you never got to know.” He said softly. “Mine, on the other hand, represents my pets. I have an affinity with peacocks, which is why I keep some on the Manor’s grounds.” He told Harry. “My first peacock was also my familiar. I got him when I was twelve, and my Patronus has never changed. I doubt it will.” He finished, casting a spell to untangle and smooth his hair, since he didn’t have the usual time he liked to spend on it.

Harry took the explanation in. “Oh.” He said, obviously deep in thought by the look on his face. He finished dressing and grabbed his wand. “Expecto Patronum!” He cast, looking relieved to see his usual stag.

Lucius chuckled. “My, don’t we look pleased to not see a change?” He teased.

Harry flushed. “I was just checking!” He snapped, embarrassed. “I like my Patronus the way it is!”

Lucius shook his head, leaving his wand on the bedside table next to his side of the bed.

Harry was about to say something when Lucius paused by the door and picked up his snake-headed cane.

“Alright, wait a second!” Harry exclaimed, eyeing the thing.

“Yes?” Lucius asked calmly, turning to face Harry.

Harry pointed at the wand on the table. “That’s your wand, right?” He checked.

Lucius nodded. “It is.”

“Then whose wand is in that?!” He pointed to the cane. “And how come it works for you, I thought the wand chose the wizard?!”

Lucius shook his head with a fond smile. “Family members can usually use each other’s wands, since our magic is similar in nature, and this wand was my Great-grandfather’s. My magic is very similar to his, as he was the last dominant Faurae in the family. Thus, his wand works for me almost as well as my own.” He explained.

“Oh.” Harry said lamely, seeming to deflate on the spot.

“Quite.” Lucius said in clear amusement. “Come on, then.” He said, turning and leading the way down the stairs.

*****

Harry felt a tingling feeling in the back of his mind and frowned as Lucius stood. “What was that?” He asked.

Lucius smirked. “That was Severus crossing the Wards. You’re keyed to them as a family member, you’ll feel it when someone enters the grounds or the Manor. There is a small tingle for those that are keyed into the Wards, and the feeling gets more unpleasant and grating depending on how the Head of the Family—me—feels about the… Guest. Or intruder, depending. Of course, aside from Law Enforcement, people generally need my permission to cross my Wards, so don’t be alarmed. Let’s go meet Severus.” He said, calling for an elf.

Tippy appeared and bowed. “Severus Prince Sir bes in the white parlour.” The elf informed them.

Lucius nodded. “Thank you, Tippy. We will be there momentarily.”

Tippy disappeared and Lucius and Harry headed toward the white parlour. Harry reached out and took Lucius’ free hand, interlacing their fingers.

The man looked down and smiled fondly at Harry, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as he sent feelings of love down the bond.

Harry sent back an answering rush of love and happiness.

Lucius entered the room and noticed that Severus had taken one of the chairs near the table, leaving the loveseat free.

Lucius and Harry sat on the loveseat, their hands resting, still clasped, between them.

“Severus, how did it go?” Lucius asked, looking the man over. “You don’t seem to be in any distress, so I hope that is a good sign?”

Severus sighed. “Well, he wanted to know which of the old bindings you’d used, so I told him it was simply a magic bond, since, as far as he knows, Harry is incapable of wandless magic, so he is less likely to think of that as a threat. A life bond or soul bond would mean you die with Harry, which would have raised some serious alarms in his head, I’m sure.” He said wryly.

Lucius nodded. “Yes. Did he tell you how soon he intends for me to bring Harry to him?” He asked.

“He did not.” Severus said, shaking his head. “However, he did ask me how much Harry appears to trust you. I told him I could not be sure, due to the antagonistic relationship I have with him, but he certainly made a habit of being around you lately, which could only be to the good, in my opinion.” Severus smirked. “He agreed, of course. I think I can safely say he will be calling on you as soon as is proper; that is to say, as soon as your week of privacy from the world is over.”

Lucius let out a long breath, leaning back. “So.” He said softly. “Monday evening, most likely.”

Severus inclined his head. “Most likely.” He agreed.

“Thank you. Was there anything else spoken of?” Lucius asked.

“No.” Severus answered. “It was a quick meeting, just him and me. As the only Death Eater at your wedding, I was in a unique position as the sole informant. Well-played, by the way, keeping the others out.” He congratulated the man with a smirk.

Lucius’ lips curved in an answering smirk. “Well, you know how it is; one can’t seem to be too friendly with the Dark Lord’s sympathisers when one is trying to keep a certain reputation worth respect.”

“Of course not.” Severus agreed. “I’ll see myself out. See you on Monday.” He said lightly.

“Would you mind grabbing Harry’s potion from the lab on your way out? It’s clearly marked and sitting in the middle of the table.” Lucius asked him.

Severus shrugged. “Since the lab is on the way, I suppose I will.” He agreed, as he left the room.

Lucius sat for a long moment, caught up in thought. Then he stood and headed out of the room.

Harry got up and followed him, surprised with the speed Lucius was travelling at. He was usually so calm and controlled, Harry was more than a little alarmed with the chaos he felt through the bond. “Lucius!” He snapped, grabbing onto the man and bringing him up short. “Where the hell are you heading?!” He asked.

Lucius sighed. “To my study.” He answered.

Harry frowned. “Why?”

“To have a drink and break expensive vases.” The man told him flatly.

Harry blinked and let him go. “Okay. I’m just going to make sure you don’t hurt yourself, because the way you feel through the bond right now, it seems like it may be a valid concern.” He said simply.

“Very well.” Lucius said, heading back down the hallway, a bit slower than before. “I do this quite frequently, the vases have repairing charms on them. They stay broken for three hours, which is the longest I’ve ever needed the satisfaction of seeing them in pieces, then the automatically piece themselves together and return to their spots on the shelves I made for them. Breaking things, especially expensive artwork, is great stress-relief.” He explained.

Harry frowned. “I’ll take your word for it.” He said as Lucius opened the door to his study and led the way in.

“Would you like a Firewhiskey?” Lucius offered. “You feel more than a little upset, as well. It may calm you.”

Harry took a deep breath, then nodded. “A small one.” He agreed.

Lucius poured the drinks and handed one off to Harry, then whirled around and shot a confringo at a vase sitting on an ornate bookshelf full of similar crockery as he took a sip of his.

“I hate bowing and scraping to that ugly—“ He blew up a second vase, “ill-mannered—“ He shot another spell off, “ill-tempered—“

“Half-blooded?” Harry suggested with mild amusement from where he’d perched in Lucius’ desk chair to watch.

“Half-“ Lucius began, then turned to look at Harry incredulously, “Half-blooded?!” He asked, aghast. “I’ve been bowing before a half-blood?!”

Harry took a sip of his drink and nodded. “Oh, yes, didn’t you know? His dad’s a muggle. Well, was. Before Tom killed him.” He said conversationally.

Lucius closed his eyes and swayed.

Harry leapt out of the chair and grabbed onto Lucius, guiding him into it rather than watching him fall, as he seemed close to doing. “Well, that’s a new reaction.” He said lightly. “Are you in shock?” He asked.

Lucius nodded, dazedly. “Give me a few moments…” He murmured. “How could the descendant of Salazar Slytherin be—“

“Apparently the whole family didn’t quite feel the same way about Muggles. And it only takes one person to break a chain of blood purity.” Harry said simply, planting himself in Lucius’ lap and taking his drink out of nearly nerveless fingers. He set it on the desk, next to his own. “Don’t worry, he’ll be dead soon, and this will all be moot.”

Lucius’ jaw clenched and Harry felt a frisson of fear race through the bond, and shook his head. “No.” He said firmly, taking Lucius by the hand and pulling him out of his chair. “You are not going down that road today. You’re going to take me upstairs and spread me out on your bed and have your way with me. And we’re not going to entertain any morose thoughts of ‘what might happen.’ Alright?”

Lucius licked his lips. “Mm, I think we can do that.” He purred, brain rapidly changing gears from ‘worrywart’ to ‘kinkmeister.’

*****

“Mm, well, if you’re going to do that, I’ll just stop writing and let you, shall I?” Harry murmured, closing his eyes.

Lucius leaned over Harry’s back to place a kiss on the mating mark before returning to running his hands over Harry’s wings, ruffling the feathers before smoothing them back down. “If you stop writing, I stop.” The man warned. “Keep going. You’re almost done.”

Harry groaned. “You’re distracting me, and it’s not fair!”

Lucius chuckled. “I’m sure you can finish the essay, even with a little distraction. Come on, you know you want to prove me right.” He coaxed.

Harry huffed and bent over his parchment, focusing on his essay for Charms. “I hate you right now.” He muttered, then shivered as Lucius’ fingers traced over a particularly sensitive spot. “Mm, hate you so much.” He added in a mumble.

“Of course you do.” Lucius said patronizingly. “Come on, just a few more inches.”

Harry shook his wings in a futile attempt to dislodge Lucius’ hands from the feathery appendages.

Lucius, the bastard, simply dug his hands deeper into the feathers and refused to be moved. “None of that.” He said lightly, laughter in his voice. “Write.”

“Bastard.” Harry muttered.

“I assure you, I am quite legitimate. Aren’t you done yet?” He added mildly.

Harry’s wings puffed up with indignation, causing Lucius’ eyebrows to nearly hit his hairline. “You keep distracting me, how am I supposed to finish the damn essay?!” He shouted, standing up with his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Lucius eyed the fluffy wings in interest. “I didn’t know they could do that.” He said.

Harry huffed and sat back down. “The least you could do is help me.” He muttered.

Lucius sighed and grabbed his book. He looked through the table of contents, then opened it to a page Harry hadn’t been using. “There. That should give you more than enough information to finish your essay.” He said lightly.

Harry looked over the pages Lucius had turned to and hummed. “Yeah, I think that’ll work.” He said happily, writing.

Lucius smiled and helped the feathers smooth back down after being so ruffled. “Really, you get so emotional.” He chided.

“You bring it out in me.” Harry pointed out.

“Perhaps I do, but you can’t really be mad at me when you make it so easy.” Lucius drawled.

“Actually, I can. That’s what free will is all about.” Harry finished the sentence he was writing and set his quill down. “Done!” He fairly chirped, turning around on the couch so that he was facing Lucius over the back. He smirked, let out a battle cry, and launched himself over the back of the couch at Lucius, who had just enough time to let out a shout of surprise before being knocked down and smothered by his submissive, wings and knees and elbows all over the place as he tried to regain his equilibrium.

“Dammit—Harry—Ow!” Lucius cried out, and Harry’s wriggling immediately stopped.

“Sorry, what’d I hurt?” Harry asked, all regretful concern as he sat up where he was, straddling Lucius’ legs.

“I think you kneed—or maybe elbowed—my kidney.” Lucius told him, rubbing at the sore spot.

Harry scooted back and bent down. “Move your hands, I have magic kisses. All submissives do.” He declared, pushing Lucius’ hands out of the way and kissing the spot. “There. Feel better?”

Lucius licked his lips. “Actually, I think I feel an ache forming somewhere else now…” He said, a considering gleam in his eye.

Harry flushed. “Oh, you!” He said, swatting at Lucius’ arm. “I’m not kissing that all better after what you’ve spent the past half-an-hour doing!” He declared, then crossed his arms over his chest. “No way.”

Lucius laughed. “All right, fair enough. Let’s get off this floor, I was not expecting to get tackled today. The carpet is not nearly forgiving enough. I’m certain I’ll have bruises.” He said with a smile he couldn’t hide.

Harry grinned widely. “Bruises are all part of the experience!” He said gaily. “You’d better get used to it, if we’re going to have five kids!” He added.

“If having a child with you turns out to be anything like having a Harry, I imagine I won’t survive five.” Lucius murmured.

Harry just chuckled. “You know you love me.” He reminded the man. “And tonight I’ll remind you why you love me.” He promised. “But first, I need to eat!”
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