Something Special About Harry

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Thanks to Keikokin for asking me to write this pairing for her in this situation. Thanks to Tivogirl for the wonderful Beta work and putting up with my ramblings!

Warning: NC -17

Chapter 17

Morning dawned on Hogwarts and the rest of the world naturally.

Harry and Lucius were still entwined after their lovemaking the night before. The sun made its way to their window, disturbing the blonde first. He realized he never closed the curtain last night. Grabbing his wand from under his pillow, he muttered a short spell and the curtains closed. He replaced the wand and snuggled back into his lover. Harry felt the moving and breathed deep. He smelled Lucius and the remains of their coupling. He moved in closer to Lucius, inhaling deeper. Something was off. It didn’t trigger alarms so he decided to worry later. He wrapped his arms around his mate and followed him back into sleep.

Elsewhere in the castle, others were waking to the new day also. Draco woke slowly; feeling himself wrapped in strong arms and hairy legs. Definitely not Hermione then, must be Severus. Memories came flooding back rapidly – the ceremony, the quiet room that was no longer quiet and then during the night. Severus and he had loved and talked through most of the night. Today was going to have changes in store for many people, he almost dreaded it. Actually, feeling Severus wrapped around him, he could look forward to it. Wiggling back against his raven-haired lover, he felt the stirrings in both of them before he felt the warm lips on his temple, cheek and neck. “Good Morning to you too.” He quietly spoke. It began slowly between them and built until neither could contain himself. Satisfaction and sleep claimed them again for a quick nap. They awoke in time to shower and dress for breakfast in the Great Hall. Before they left, they agreed they would take Hermione to Draco’s quarters after her last class and explain their decisions. They could only hope for the best, but they both knew of her temper.

Hermione woke up in her room in the tower and tried to stretch only to be stopped by thin arms and smooth legs wrapped around her. Who was behind her? She knew it was female from the feel, but what had happened last night? She was distraught last night after the ceremony and watching Severus and Draco but she didn’t remember too much after her fifth Zombie, the Muggle drink. She eased from the others clutches and turned to head for the bathroom. She was very happy to see both of them fully dressed for bed. Maybe nothing happened since she didn’t feel any of the after sex stickiness on her? She looked at the body and traveled up. “OH MY GODS” she thought. It had to be her, didn’t it? She went into the bathroom quickly, quietly shutting the door and taking care of her business. She returned to her room to see the woman in her bed waking and stretching. Eyes slowly blinked open and turned to her smiling. “Good Morning Hermione. Thanks for letting me crash here last night. I’d never have made it home in the shape I was in. I’ll just take care of things and leave. Thanks again.” The female slid from the bed used the bathroom and keeping her word was gone within minutes.

In his tower Albus woke to the trill of Fawkes. He stretched and lay in for a few minutes before getting up and sending notes to Harry and Lucius and Draco and Severus. All were excused from classes for the day. Severus’ class would be handled by himself.

Ron woke in his dorm room, immediately registering Harry was missing. Yesterday came flooding back along with the information his family had told him late in the night. They talked about the beautiful ceremony and all the changes that had happened and were just excited for Harry and what a shame it was that Ron wouldn’t attend his supposed best friend’s wedding ceremony. Molly cried again, this time not in happiness for her “adopted” son but for her youngest son who was throwing away a good friend. Ron sat there in silent contemplation. Harry had joined with Lucius Malfoy. What was the world coming to and what was wrong with Harry? Wasn’t he already special enough in their world, did he have to make the news and garner more attention? What would Ron have to do to get attention around here, become the next Dark Lord? Hmm, that was worth a thought – power, notoriety, and people listening to him for a change, having Harry come after him? On second thought, it wasn’t worth facing off with Harry. He’d have to find another way to get the attention he craved.

Harry woke up again, this time to the gentle hooting of a strange owl on the perch. He slid off the bed and went to it quietly. The bird let him take one note, but not the one addressed to Lucius. He walked back to the bed, gently climbed on it and moved to his husband. “Lucius. Lucius my love, wake up. There is an owl here for you.” Harry leaned in and kissed his mate gently. The white topaz eyes fluttered open as his lips opened to receive the kiss. The raven-haired man’s hand began teasing its way down the bare chest, circling a nipple. Lucius broke the kiss with a gasp. Harry smirked. “Good morning. You need to get your owl post. Stupid bird won’t let me take it for you.”

Lucius sat up and looked at Harry. “Harry one of the things we discovered in out studies and searches is that you are a nature guardian. You will instinctively care about all things and creatures in nature. You should also be able to communicate with them, including that little owl over there. Go stand in front of it, let it see you and “feel” you. Try talking to it simply, using your mind. You may have to use clumps of ideas rather than words. It should pick up on it. Let it know of our bond even though it should have sensed it already.”

Harry kissed Lucius fleetingly again and went to the owl. He stood before the owl and concentrated, trying to communicate with it. The owl looked at him and shuttered its huge eyes and toggled his head, giving a soft hoot. The Veela held out his hand with a treat that was accepted. He took his hand and gently stroked the feathers, still working with the bird. He let his mind form the pictures for the owl – let it sense the positive emotions he held for Lucius, the bond they shared. The bird finally capitulated, nibbling on Harry’s finger and surrendering the note. He took the note, thanked the bird and sending it a final image to spread the word that Harry and Lucius were “one” now and he would do all in his powers to protect all of the animals from malicious intent. Harry gave the owl another treat and headed for the bed, handing the note to his chosen and snuggled back down. The owl looked at them again and with a satisfied hoot, the owl departed.

Lucius looked at the note and smirked. “Well Harry, it seems we are having a respite today. So, my love, what would you like to occupy each other with today?” The blond was feeling frisky and hoped Harry wanted to stay right where they were, he even waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Harry looked at his lover and wanted nothing more than to stay where they were, but he wanted Lucius to work for it. “Hmm, maybe we could go visit a few friends or go shopping. You know I’ve never been outside of Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley before. Maybe we could go to Paris or even ..” Harry never got to finish the sentence as Lucius growled, grabbed him, moved over him and began kissing his husband senseless.

Both lovers moaned together and the exploration began anew. Lips moved on as hands searched and stroked. The lovers discovered even newer places on each other. It wasn’t too much longer until both were aching for release. Harry cried out and shuddered as Lucius ran a slow finger along his length, over his sac, across the perineum and drew a lazy circle around his entrance. “More Lucius, more please.” Harry begged. Lucius let his finger stay there and tease as his lips taunted the younger man’s nipples into little begging peaks. The blond let his lips continue on their downward path, tasting his lover as he went, paying special attention to his navel. The raven-haired beauty under him strangled out a cry as Lucius’ tongue swirled around his navel, his back arching up to meet those lips and tongue. Lucius clasped Harry’s hips forcing him down flat as he reached the weeping erection. With a swift flick, the blond’s tongue captured the pre-cum gathered on the tip. He lifted his face to make sure Harry saw him greedily swallow. The younger man reached out as far as he could, only barely able to stroke the stubbled cheeks of his lover. Lucius turned his head and licked first one palm then the other before sucking a finger into his mouth. Lucius’ free hand glided from Harry’s hip over his erection, encircling it and gently rubbing up and down. Lucius let his mouth glide off the finger he had been sucking as Harry began squirming, thrusting his groin into the air. The empath felt his husband’s frustration as well as his own so he let his mouth and tongue continue slathing at the impatient young man.

Lucius gathered more pre-cum, swallowing it and the entire length of his lover. Harry grabbed the silk sheets and held on for dear life. Lucius came up slowly, letting his lips linger at the oozing tip, taking what was offered before leaving to travel back down the length to gently swipe across the sac and slowly to his lover’s entrance. At the touch of the soft, wet tongue at his entrance, Harry cried out “Lucius, oh gods, fuck me NOW!” Lucius ignore the demand and kept up the gentle onslaught, using more of his tongue to reach around the opening and finally into it. Harry’s body convulsed and arched into Lucius. “For Fucks Sake, Lucius, NOW! I want you in me NOW!” Lucius knew Harry wasn’t prepared yet and didn’t want to injure his husband. He came up for air and called for the lube. He quickly coated his finger and set it near Harry’s opening, smearing the oil around as he gently began entering with his finger. The Veela moaned at the contact and tried to thrust himself further onto the finger. Lucius pulled it out slowly, tickling the inside channel as he did. He waited a few seconds before inserting a second finger and began thrusting and retreating. Harry’s body was thrashing now, trying to get more of the sensations. As he altered his position, Lucius hit into his prostate. Harry made a choking sound and froze. Lucius ceased all movement, picking up strange feelings coming from his husband. “Harry, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Harry!”
Harry’s eyes glazed over as he inhaled sharply, letting it out in shuddering breaths before he could speak. “Lucius do that again after you tell me what it was.” The blond leaned up and kissed his lover slowly and lingeringly as Harry wiggled his ass in silent invitation.

“That my dearest is a bundle of nerves called the prostate and all men have one. It’s a special treat if it’s stroked during foreplay and intercourse.” He stopped talking and manipulated his entrenched fingers, making sure to stroke Harry’s prostate again. Harry groaned this time, getting lost in the sensations. Lucius began scissoring his fingers stretching the opening.

“Oh gods, Lucius, stop teasing me, fuck me now!” Lucius carefully straddled over Harry, not touching skin to skin but close enough to let heat radiate down on his lover. He sat back on his heels and ran his hands down Harry’s legs, teasing the calf muscles. The blond raised the dark haired covered legs straight up in the air, placing them on his shoulders. He tucked up against Harry’s bottom, aligning his anxious cock at the entrance. “Ready love?” As the young man whimpered and begged, Lucius began the slow motion towards his Nirvana. As Harry accepted him into his body the heat and tightness engulfed Lucius cock wringing a cry from the blond as he felt the feelings echoing back from his husband. Never in all his experiences with sex had it ever felt so right except the other times with Harry. This time was surpassing even those. Lucius groaned as his entire length entered Harry, bringing them into full contact. He stilled his movements, savoring the feeling and waiting for a sign from his Veela to continue. Harry could hardly move in this position, but tried to as he started moaning. ‘More Luciussssss, pleasssssee, more.” Lucius stopped and looked at the man under him.

“Harry, oh gods, parseltongue. Talk to me more.” Lucius pulled back, thrusting harder into Harry and began setting up a pattern.

Harry stared at his husband. Had he used parseltongue and did it really affect his husband that much? He tried again. “Luciusss, ssshove iit inn fasssster. I want to feel you ssslithering into my assss as far asssssss possssible.” Harry stopped talking as his husband began thrusting faster and harder while holding him down. In a heartbeat, Lucius shifted on his knees, causing his cock to shift on the inside again. This time he hit the others prostate causing Harry’s knees to bend and his entire legs started quivering and jerking, hitting Lucius’ back. “Lucius, oh fuck. Stop please.” Lucius barely registered the request and froze in mid-stroke when it penetrated his lust-crazed brain.

“Harry what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He went to withdraw all the way only to feel Harry clench his muscles around him.

“Stay still for a minute lover.” I need to bring my legs down then sit up. It’s the wings.”

Lucius lowered the legs one at a time after running his mouth along them causing Harry to shudder more. Harry kept his legs bent and against Lucius’ sides as he placed his hands on the blond’s shoulders and helped himself up. No sooner had his back cleared the mattress then the wings snapped open and surrounded them. Harry crossed his legs over his husband’s back. “Now love, fuck me into the mattress.”

Harry repeated it in parseltongue and saw the lust ignite in the white topaz eyes again as Lucius began the steady fornication of his very special lover. The tempo and strain built around them as the wings enveloped them in their own heat, creating a cocoon of heat while the smell of their sex intensified, seducing them further. Their movements sped up.

“Oh gods, Harry, I’m cumming. Join Me!” Lucius shouted as he reached a hand out to Harry’s cock and began stroking him fast and hard. Harry looked at Lucius and let his legs drop so he had the leverage to thrust onto his husband’s burgeoning thickness.

“Lucius, oh gods, yes, now!” Harry thrust up and held himself against his husband’s groin as he erupted on their stomachs. Lucius ground into Harry, managing to hit the prostate one more time as Harry was cumming. The muscles that gripped him sent his burning essence into his husband on a shout.

The two held each other until their thrumming bodies stilled. Harry’s wings did not try to retract as their passion cooled and their breathing slowed. The surrounding heat and lassitude lulled them into sleep again. The question of what they were doing was long forgotten and left for later as they slept.

Life around them continued on.