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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 to Lucius’ wand buzzing and beeping. Lucius threw a hand out and summoned the offending item wordlessly, then silenced it.

“Time’s it?” Harry asked sleepily. “My wand didn’t go off.”

“It’s five AM.” Lucius answered him.

Harry made a face and rolled over, dragging the covers with him. “You’re mad. Have fun. I’ll be up at six.” He replied.

Lucius chuckled. “Are you sure you don’t want to shower with me?”

Harry shook his head emphatically. “Not at this hour. What am I supposed to do for an hour when I’m done and you’re still messing with your hair?” He asked, then burrowed deeper into the covers and went back to sleep.

Lucius got up, smiling fondly. “Very well. I’ll see you when you get up.” He said softly.

*****

Harry woke again, this time to his own wand, and threw out a hand, searching for it. He groped around for a few seconds before finding it and cancelling the alarm. He groaned and sat up in bed, scowling.

Lucius glanced over at him from the bathroom and burst out laughing. “Don’t you look like you woke up in a fine mood today?” He teased.

“Shut up.” Harry groused, fighting his way out of the blanket cocoon he’d made for himself and walking into the bathroom. He took a deep breath and most of the tension drained out of him as he inhaled the calming scent of his mate. He turned Lucius with a hand on his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, threading them into his hair. “Kiss me.” He whispered, raising up on tiptoe.

Lucius bent and claimed his mouth, stealing his breath with a kiss. He let the teen go and smacked him firmly on the bum. “Shower, Minx. You’ve only an hour to get ready for breakfast.” He reminded him.

Harry grumbled, but walked into the shower and turned it on.

Lucius took a few minutes to admire the view through the water-repelling charms before turning back to the mirror. He kept his eyes on his mate as he did his hair, since the mirror was so conveniently placed.

After his shower, Harry wrapped a towel around his hips and walked into the bedroom. He dug through his trunk and emerged with his uniform. He dropped the towel and bent to slide his feet into his underwear, stopping when he heard an appreciative hum from behind himself. He peeked over his shoulder to find Lucius’ head sticking out of the bathroom as the man watched him.

“No, by all means, continue.” The man said with a smile. “I’m just enjoying the view, is all.”

Harry laughed and pulled on the underwear, then his trousers. “See something you like?” He teased. “You can perhaps sample the wares later tonight. You’re cute enough.”

Lucius strode out of the bathroom and wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist. “There is one more thing Severus and I were told that I haven’t shown you yet.” He breathed against Harry’s neck, licking over the mating mark.

“Then show me.” Harry taunted light-heartedly.

Lucius moved so that his mouth was right next to Harry’s ear and let out a long, low growl.

Harry’s body went boneless and lax in his arms, and Lucius smiled. “You see, when a dominant is feeling particularly, well, dominant, we have a tendency toward growling, as you’ve noticed. When we are in close proximity to our mates and we use that particular, long growl, the submissive’s ingrained biological response is to become completely compliant, to the point of temporary paralysis. So, you see, there is no ’perhaps’ about it. I can, quite literally, have you whenever I want.” He kissed Harry lightly on the lips and set him back on his feet, holding him until he was steady again. “Though I won’t use it on you unless we’re both in the mood to have sex. I refuse to force you, at any time.”

Harry smiled. “Glad to hear it. That was sexy, by the way.” He added. “I love it when you start getting all growly with me.”

Lucius smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He purred.

They finished getting ready, Harry fighting a fruitless battle with his hair, then headed out. On the way to the Great Hall, they met up with Draco and Severus.

They walked the rest of the way in companionable silence, both couples holding each other’s hands.

Just before they got into the Great Hall, Severus bent to kiss Draco. “Be good today, Brat.” He told the blond firmly.

Draco smiled. “I will be. When am I ever not?”

Severus sighed. “Whenever the mood strikes you.” He answered wearily.

They walked into the Great Hall and Lucius led Harry to the Gryffindor table, then kissed him. “I’ll see you in class.” He said, then left.

Harry sat down, Draco taking the seat right next to him. “Ew, Dad.” He said teasingly, dishing up his food.

Harry shrugged. “No one was forcing you to watch; you could have looked away.”

“So, I assume Severus told you?” He asked.

Harry cast a muffliato and glanced at Draco. “Yeah, he told us. Have you ironed out your part of the plan yet?”

Draco nodded. “Severus is going to take me to the meeting side-along, under a disillusionment charm. I’ll make my way to your side and free you from whatever bonds Father has you in. When you make your first move, I’ll drop the charm and join in. Straightforward enough, I think.”

“Sounds good.” Harry turned toward Hermione and Ron. “You two okay with that? We’ve been practicing together, so we know what we’re doing. Think you can trust him? We can’t be sabotaging each other, so I need to know you’ll trust him with watching my back.”

Hermione nodded. “I trust him. He’s turned around this year, I believe he’s firmly on our side now.” She said.

“I suppose.” Ron said. “We’ll have our hands full with the DA, so we have to have our focus elsewhere. I’m sure things will work out all right.”

Harry gave them both a smile. “Thank you. With all of us working together, I’m pretty sure there’s no way we could lose.”

Harry was suddenly jolted out of the conversation by a bolt of pure lust that shot through the bond. He looked up at Lucius, who licked his lips, then shot him a smirk. Harry turned back to his friends, face flaming.

Ginny grinned. “Something wrong, Harry?” She teased.

“I think Lucius is mentally undressing me.” He mumbled.

Ginny laughed. “Obviously the honeymoon is still going on.”

“Was there ever any doubt?” Neville asked.

“Guys, come on, please!” Draco buried his face in his hands. “I don’t want to hear this.” He moaned.

Ginny shot him a glare. “Then cover your ears, we don’t get to hear enough!” She told him.

Hermione was flushing, too, at this point. “Really, I could get by without it.”

“Me, too.” Ron added.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Fine. Go ahead and change the subject.”

Harry cleared his throat. “I think it’s time to get to class.” He told the rest of them. “At any rate, I want out of Lucius’ line of sight for a while. Honestly, for someone you think doesn’t have a sex drive, he turns most everything sexual pretty easily. I need him to focus on something else.”

Draco snorted. “That won’t last long. We’ve got defence first thing.” He reminded the other teen.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I was trying not to think of that, thanks.” He sneered.

They all got up and headed to class, Ginny waving cheerfully as she separated from the group.

“So, you can tell what he’s thinking through the bond?” Neville asked in interest.

“No, I just get emotions at this point. Eventually, the bond is supposed to be able to send thoughts through, but we haven’t developed it that far yet.” Harry explained.

Draco looked interested. “Who told you that?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Revyn. We were talking about how I shouldn’t cover a mark from Lucius, because that’ll only make him insanely jealous over me.” He told Draco. “What the bond can eventually do was a secondary comment.”

“I wonder if Faurae ever get that ability..?” Draco cocked his head, thinking.

Harry shrugged. “Revyn says it takes hundreds of years or an act of God, so if I ever get to that point, I’ll let you know, if you do the same for me.”

Draco nodded. “Deal.”

*****

Harry was eating dinner when it happened. He felt a fission of fear and dread through the bond and his gaze shot to the Head Table, meeting Lucius’ eyes. The man inclined his head to Harry, confirming his fears, then he and Severus stood, making their way out of the Great Hall through the staff exit.

Harry pushed away his plate, no longer hungry.

Draco walked over from the Slytherin table and clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s get to your rooms. I’ll keep you company until they return.” He said softly.

Harry just nodded and got up, numbly following the blond.

Draco led him through the halls, silently, until they got to his and Lucius’ rooms, where the blond let them in and sat him in Lucius’ chair. “Deep breaths. We knew this was coming, they’ll be back safely. There’s no reason for them to get punished this time around, he’s just setting up the big meeting, that’s all.” He told Harry calmly.

Harry sighed. “I know, but I still worry.” He was feeling nervousness through the bond, but it was a small nervousness, nothing to worry himself over yet. “I don’t want to dwell on it, so new subject.”

Draco frowned. “Umm…”

Harry eyed Draco for a moment, then asked, “What’s it like?”

Draco gave him a look of confusion. “What’s what like?”

Harry flushed. “Being pregnant.” He answered. “You’re the only person I know of who knows, so…” He trailed off.

Draco smiled slightly, one hand coming up to rest over his abdomen, which was still mostly flat. “It’s amazing. Just knowing that Severus and I have created something that’ll be a mix of the best of both of us—as long as they get my nose—is actually pretty awe-inspiring.”

Harry grinned at the nose comment. “No morning sickness, or anything?”

Draco shook his head. “Not much. There have been a few close calls, but I’ve only vomited the once, so I’m happy about that. I’ve been really tired, though.” He pointed out. “Actually, I usually take a nap right after classes are out, before dinner.”

Harry nodded. “I bet growing a kid is hard work. You probably need all the sleep you can get.”

Draco nodded. “The only real downside is the fact that my scent right now is so strong, it’s actually off-putting to Sev. I know it’s only going to be this strong until my risk of miscarriage has lessened, but still, it’s put a kink into our bedroom activities, and not the fun kind, either.” He groused. “Although it is nice, having him be so gentle with me. He’s usually a bit more of a fiery, passionate lover, and while that’s great, the softer side of him I’ve become acquainted with lately is nice, too. I just wouldn’t be able to take it if it was all the time.”

Harry nodded, finding that if he applied the words Draco was saying to himself and Lucius, the thought wasn’t nearly as off-putting as the thought of Draco and Severus naked together was. “So aside from the tiredness and more tender sex, has anything else changed?”

Draco shrugged. “Just the whole Severus staring at me whenever I’m naked around him, like I mentioned to you and Ron. Aside from that, nothing much has changed. If I get any of the usual pregnancy complaints—swollen ankles, weird cravings, etc.—I’ll let you know. Promise.”

Harry nodded. “I appreciate that.” He said.

Draco smiled. “So, aside from the wild sex—which I can go my whole life without hearing about, happily—what did you do while you were at the Manor?”

Harry grinned. “Well, I got him to play around in the pool. And I do mean play.” He added in a very satisfied tone.

Draco’s mouth dropped open. “You’ve gotten him to actually let loose? So soon? I mean, I expected it eventually, but in the first week of marriage? That’s almost inconceivable!” He said in shock.

“Yep.” Harry said smugly. “He, apparently, loves whirlpools.” He sat up straighter. “Oh, I got to fly him around a bit, too. He was kind of nervous about it, but we cast a featherweight charm on him and I took him up. We weren’t up very long, but I count even our short flight as a success.”

Draco’s look turned wistful. “I miss flying.” He mourned. “Being grounded for the duration is the worst part of pregnancy.” He told Harry.

Harry nodded. “I imagine I’ll feel the same way, when it’s my turn.”

Draco smiled. “It’ll be worth it, though. Sev’s going to be a great father, and I’m sure I won’t muck things up too badly.”

“How long do you plan to wait before having a second? Since you now know what to avoid.” Harry added.

Draco shrugged. “I’ve no idea. Probably a few years. This first one will be the Malfoy heir, and we’ll need a second son, since the Prince line also needs to be passed through the male line. If I remember right, so does the Black name, so you’ll need a son for that. The Potter line can pass to a girl, though, I think. But she’ll need to carry the name, so keep that in mind. The child can only pass on the family Lordship or Ladyship if they at one point bore the family name. You’ll need to raise a Potter and a Black, just like my first son will carry the last name Malfoy, despite my married name.” He pointed out.

Harry nodded. “Good thing you told me. Can I pass on the Black name, having never borne it?” He asked worriedly. “I don’t want Sirius’ legacy to die. That’s not fair to him.”

Draco smiled. “You can pass it on. You were named heir, so you own the name, which is the same as carrying the name, legally.” He clarified.

Harry nodded. “Thanks for explaining that. Lucius and I hadn’t discussed the rules about that in-depth.” He sighed. “I would have messed something up, if I hadn’t known.”

A wave of relief swept over both teens and their shoulders released the small bit of tension both had been holding. “They’re done.” Draco breathed. “Severus knows where to find me, so we’ll wait, they’ll both come this way as soon as they’re done reporting to Dumbledore.”

Harry got up and poured a drink.

“Get me a Firewhiskey?” Draco asked.

Harry turned and gaped at him. “No! You’re pregnant!” He shouted.

Draco looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “So?!” Then, his face cleared. “Oh, you dumb, muggle-raised fool!” He smiled widely. “There’s a charm to remove alcohol, idiot.”

Harry flushed. “Oh. Alright, then.” He poured the drink and handed it over.

Draco rolled his eyes, tapping his wand to the lip of the glass with a pointed look at Harry.

Harry picked up his own drink and took a seat in his (read: Lucius’) chair again. “Don’t roll your eyes, Draco.” He said distractedly.

Draco made a face. “Yes, Dad.” He sneered.

Harry chuckled. “Hey, if he’s not here, someone has to fill the role.”

Draco scoffed. “I’d prefer you fill the role of friend, if it’s all the same to you.”

“I can do both.” Harry replied with a smile, taking a drink.

“Whatever. So, I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that Firewhiskey is your preferred drink?” Draco asked.

Harry frowned. “Yeah. What gave it away?” He asked.

Draco smirked. “The smell does nothing for me, but I can tell what Father smells like, you know.”

Harry flushed. “Oh.”

The door opened and the two men walked in. “How are you holding up?” Lucius asked Harry as Severus took Draco’s hand and helped him stand.

“Fine. Draco kept me company. We had a good chat.” Harry said.

Draco finished his drink and handed to glass to Harry. “Well, we’re off. I have some homework left to finish, and I want to get it done.”

Lucius took the empty glass from his mate and cleaned it, setting it back where Harry had gotten it from. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Severus.”

“Tomorrow, then.” The man said, then he and Draco left.

Harry finished the rest of his drink.

Lucius took his chair and watched Harry put the glass away. “Harry, sit. We need to get the unpleasantness dealt with.” He said wearily.

Harry sighed and sat in his lap. “Then let’s do this.” He said. “What day do we fight him?”
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