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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38885 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“Day after tomorrow.” Lucius said wearily. “Wednesday, at ten PM.”

Harry’s blood ran cold. They had a date. He nodded. “The DA’s been waiting to hear about it, Ron and Hermione have been calling meetings all week to prepare. They’re ready. The last meeting will be tomorrow, I guess.” He said.

Lucius swallowed. “Go and tell your friends the date, let them hammer out their plans, and come right back. We need to discuss our strategy.” He said quietly.

Harry leaned in and kissed him. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” He promised, then left for Gryffindor Tower.

*****

“It’s Wednesday, ten PM.” He told the group.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Neville all nodded.

“We expected it would be fast. We’ll tell the DA tomorrow, they’re ready and eager to prove their progress with a real test, and this is as real as it gets. We can run a few drills tomorrow to prepare further.” Hermione said.

Harry nodded. “I have to get back.” He said, getting up.

He was out of the portrait hole when Ginny stepped out, grabbing onto his shoulder and spinning him around. She leaned in and pecked him on the lips, then pulled back with a grin. “For luck. I have a feeling we’re all going to need it. Don’t tell your mate.” She teased.

Harry made a face. “I don’t have to, he’ll taste your lip gloss on me the next time we kiss! Ginny, why did you do that?” He asked, wiping at his mouth.

Ginny just smiled. “Just tell him it was all my fault. It was just for old time’s sake, since I know I’ll never get another chance. I’ll see you at breakfast!” She chirped, then headed back into the common room.

Harry strode back to their rooms, mumbling obscenities the whole way. He burst through the door and walked up to Lucius, planting himself in the man’s lap. “Kiss me.” He ordered, not giving the man any other option as he leaned in and sealed their mouths together.

Lucius pulled back almost at once and narrowed his eyes. “Why do you taste of cherries?” He asked softly.

Harry groaned. “Ginny. She planted one on me right before I came back here. Said it was for luck.”

Lucius growled, hands tightening on Harry’s waist. “She’s overstepped her bounds.” He hissed.

Harry sighed. “Don’t think about it. She only meant it as a joke, I’m pretty sure. She’s serious about Neville, I can tell. She’s no threat to us, never has been.” He said firmly.

Lucius huffed, but took Harry’s word for it. “Well, in any case, we need to plan.” He said.

Harry nodded.

Lucius sighed. “I will need to take your wand, so wear the other one strapped to your arm. I have a holster you can wear, I wore it when I was your… Size.” He finished. “I had grown considerably larger by your age, however.”

Harry snickered. “I know, I’m tiny.” He agreed.

Lucius smiled at him. “I like your compact frame, I can manhandle you easily in bed; it works for us.” He grew serious again. “I will bind your hands behind your back with rope. Draco will be able to burn through it quickly, without giving away anything.” He said.

Harry nodded. “Good idea. When he does, I’ll make my move; I should be able to piss Voldemort off pretty easily while Draco heads toward me. I seem to be a bit of a sore spot with Tom. Can’t imagine why.” Harry said, feigning innocence.

Lucius chuckled. “You’re the boy-who-won’t-bloody-die, that’s why. And you’re mouthy.” He told the teen in amusement.

“It’s part of my charm, of course.” Harry replied brightly.

“Oh, of course.” Lucius agreed.

Harry shrugged. “Anyway, once I kill him, me and Draco will work our way towards you or Severus, whoever needs our help more. We work well together, so it won’t take very long.” He said.

Lucius inclined his head. “I appreciate that. Remember, if you lose your wand, you have your elemental magic to fall back on.”

Harry nodded. “I know.” He leaned in and inhaled Lucius’ scent deeply, then met the man’s eyes. “Take me to bed.” He requested softly.

“With pleasure.” Lucius purred, picking Harry up and standing with the teen in his arms before carrying him into the bedroom.

*****

“Mr. Malfoy, please stay after class.” Severus called out as the students began putting their things away.

‘What could I possibly have done this time?’ Harry wondered, waiting while the rest of the students filtered out. He walked over to stand in front of Severus’ desk once the classroom was empty save for them.

Severus gave him a small smirk. “So, how did you find the potion I assigned you?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Did you do it on purpose? Lucius messed his up.” He explained.

Severus inclined his head, looking amused. “Yes, I thought he might have. He always did have trouble with bicorn horn after armadillo bile. He never lets it set long enough. I’m impressed that you managed it, however. Was the potion I picked up your first try?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah.”

Severus hummed. “In that case, I expect you to brew another perfect potion when the class makes this in your next lesson. I assigned you this one instead of the one we were making so that you could see Lucius when he was not cool and collected, as he so often presents himself. We may brew that potion later than I expect, there is the battle with the Dark Lord looming before that, but if you brewed it perfectly once, you can do it again.” He said firmly.

Harry nodded. “I’ll need you to not hover over me, then. It makes me nervous, and I’ll mess something up.” He told the man.

“I can certainly try not to.” Severus allowed.

“Then I should be able to do it, Sir.” Harry answered easily.

Severus smiled. “I look forward to it. You may go to lunch.”

*****

Harry lay sprawled across Lucius’ chest, listening to the man’s heartbeat as they revelled in the simple comfort of togetherness. Tomorrow night was fast approaching, and both were caught up in their hopes for tomorrow. Hopes, and fears.

Nothing was certain. Victory and defeat were precariously balanced at the moment, and the scales could so very easily tip either way.

Harry sighed softly, and felt Lucius do the same. He raised his head and met his mate’s eyes. They stayed that way for long moments, staring at each other, searchingly, committing every last detail of their beloved’s face to memory, just in case.

Then, with a nearly soundless sigh, they leaned forward and lips met.

Tomorrow would come too soon.

*****

“I wish I didn’t have to do this.” Lucius growled, tightening the ropes around Harry’s wrists. “I wanted the first time I tied you up to be a good memory for us to look back on.”

Harry looked over his shoulder at the man with a grin. “You can tie me up again when we’re at the island.” He promised.

Lucius hummed. “I do look forward to that.” He finished tying Harry’s hands together and walked in front of Harry. “Now, the glamour.” He cast a glamour over Harry’s bite mark, then his own. “Alright, time to go.” He led Harry out of their rooms and out through the halls. “I don’t know how he expected me to get you out of the castle like this without anyone noticing.” Lucius murmured. “Especially if you decided to fight me and yell.”

Harry chuckled. “I could. Do you want me to?”

Lucius laughed. “No. You don’t need to, there’d be no point. Everyone knows the plan, except the youngest students, who are already hopefully in bed.”

They passed Hermione and Ron and their groups of DA members near the doors to the castle.

Harry grinned at the goggling students as he passed. “And we’re off, to fight the Big Bad.” He said cheerfully. “I look forward to seeing you there. You can join as soon as I get free from these.” He wiggled his bound hands. He knew he had to look confident, to make sure they didn’t go into battle scared, expecting defeat. It seemed to be working, as several nervous faces lost some of their anxiety.

There was a murmur of assent from the students.

Harry and Lucius trudged through the forest, Lucius casting a Lumos to see better in the dark.

“Remember, I have to play my role until you’re obviously winning, because if he runs and I’ve blown my cover, we lose our eyes in his camp. Severus will follow my lead, we’ve discussed it already. As soon as I break character, he will, too.” Lucius whispered, gently guiding Harry with a hand on his elbow. “Careful, watch your step. We don’t have to go very far into the forest, thankfully. He’s on Hogwarts’ grounds.”

“Good.” Harry whispered back. “That means he’s behind anti-Apparition Wards.”

Lucius nodded. “That will help you, but keep in mind that he might try to run. You’ll want to strike first, and it’s best to make him angry. He’ll feel that he needs to make an example of you, then. Not that he wasn’t going to already, but a little more fuel on that fire wouldn’t hurt.” He slowed and used his wand to illuminate a knot of tree roots that Harry stepped over.

“Alright, I can hear them.” Harry whispered quietly.

Lucius ended the Lumos he’d been using to ease their way and sped up, dragging Harry behind him.

Harry snarled, jerking away from Lucius’ hold, glaring at the man as they entered the circle of Death Eaters. “I trusted you¸you bastard! I gave you everything!” He hissed. “And this is what I get in return?!”

Lucius smirked, bowing to Voldemort. “One Potter, My Lord, as requested.” He pulled the familiar holly-and-phoenix-feather wand from his pocket and handed it to the Dark Lord. “Disarmed, as you instructed. A bit mouthy, I find, but I trust this won’t be a problem?”

Voldemort’s lipless mouth curved upward in a disgusting parody of a smile and he twirled Harry’s wand in his fingers. “I’m usssed to his waysss by now, Luccciusss, I’m not going to blame you for his insssolenccce.” He eyed Harry, who was darting his furious gaze between Voldemort and Lucius. “Did you enjoy the boy? Wasss he everything you’d hoped?”

Lucius chuckled. “He was a delight, My Lord. Perfectly my type, and the best part? He was untouched. I got him first, and I must say, I greatly enjoyed myself. I’m almost sad to have to give him up, but I knew it couldn’t last, so I took what was on offer and made the best of it.”

Harry turned a faux betrayed look on the man. “I wouldn’t have given you any of it if I had known—“

“Harry, Harry, Harry, you really mussst learn to be sssilent while your eldersss are dissscussssing thingsss. We’ll turn our attention to you when we are ready.” Voldemort chided.

Harry bared his teeth at the man and stiffened, then hissed.

“Ah, yesss, his creature ssside decccidesss to make an appearanccce. All the ferocccity of an angered cat. You are not as fearsssome as you ssseem to believe, Harry Potter. Hissssing and ssspitting will not sssave you.” Voldemort said with obvious amusement.

Harry noticed a shimmer of movement just behind Severus heading his way. ‘That must be Draco, under a disillusionment charm.’ He realized as it drew closer, moving along the outside of the circle.

Harry knew that by now the Order would be ready for a fight and the DA was already divided into groups and leaving the Entrance Hall, headed their way. The only thing he had left to do was wait until the perfect time.

“I may not be fully human, Tom, but at least I look the part.” Harry drawled. “If I need to, I can pass for one. You, on the other hand, have to rely on brute strength to get you what you want, since you traded in your good looks and charm for the mindset of a deranged psychopath and the face of a snake. There are a lot of things people can forgive in a leader, but you need either the right words or the right look to win the part. I don’t see you having either anymore.”

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. “You arrogant little ssshit—“

“Not arrogant. You know I’m right. You might have won people to your side years ago by using the right words to draw them in, but how many new people have come to your side since you’ve made your great comeback?” Harry asked, looking around. “I don’t see very many.” He mused. “You’ve got—what? Seventy people? If that. And correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t most of them people that have been around since before your little stint in Albania?” Harry sighed and shook his head. “So you’ve lost whatever knack you had for drawing people to your side when you became mad. Because you are, you know that, right?”

Harry could nearly hear the man gritting his teeth.

He could also hear rustling in the forest, just out of sight. ‘The DA’s here.’ He realized.

He felt a hand gently brush across the back of his neck, and fought back a smile. ‘And there’s Draco.’

“You think you have everything figured out, don’t you, Potter?” Voldemort asked in a venomous voice. “But you don’t. I have the upper hand here!” The man said, holding up Harry’s wand. “You have no weaponsss left to you, and thisss time, Harry Potter, you are going to die!” He crowed in glee.

Harry regarded him with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t think I’d go so far as to say no weapons.” He said conversationally, deciding that it wasn’t worth it to correct Voldemort’s mistake with his current name.

Draco set to work carefully burning the ropes holding his wrists together.

Harry waited until he could feel the embers nearing his skin and pulled, breaking free of the ropes. “See, I do have a few tricks up my sleeve.” He said smugly.

There was a sudden rush of bodies filling the clearing, and spells flying everywhere as the DA spilled forward, engaging the Death Eaters.

Draco dropped the charm, aiming a stupefy at Voldemort.

“You idiot!” Harry said in mild amusement, drawing his spare wand. “You don’t aim directly at the Big Evil unless you’re the hero! That’s me!”

“Then get to aiming!” Draco shot back, pausing to set a few Death Eaters on fire, creating mass hysteria.

Harry dodged a beam of deadly green and fired one back, missing Voldemort. He aimed a stupefy and a disarming charm at the man, neither of which hit.

Lucius was half-heartedly ‘fighting’ Luna, who was flinging spells everywhere but at the man, causing a fair bit of chaos. The man managed to work his way close to Harry and hissed: “Don’t waste time! Aim to kill!”

Harry sighed. “Fine!” He snapped, and turned to find Voldemort. He was taking aim at Draco, who was setting fire to his deranged aunt, and Harry jumped in front of the blond. “Miss me?” He asked Voldemort brightly, then concentrated on every bit of liquid inside the man’s body. He set to flash-boiling with an intensity he’d never, up to that point, displayed before.

Draco paused what he was doing to observe Harry’s efforts.

Voldemort was screaming as his blood and internal fluids super-heated, and Harry blinked in surprise as his eyeballs popped like little water balloons, steam emerging as some of the fluid that hadn’t evaporated dribbled down his cheeks.

“Ew.” Draco noted mildly, then turned and fired off a few more curses and jets of flame as a few other Death Eaters strayed a little too close.

Harry watched as Voldemort’s body shrivelled up and dropped to the ground. He turned and was about to help Draco when he felt the strangest sensation of something pulling on his mind.

He had just enough time to meet Draco’s eyes before his vision tunnelled and he dropped to the ground, hearing the panicked blond screaming his name.
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