Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,522
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 33
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 33
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Draco Malfoy felt different.
It was far too soon to feel pregnant, he told himself, but he swore he did. He touched his belly many times during the day, holding his palm over the place he believed the child grew. He liked to think loving thoughts at the growing, impossibly small, life inside him. He smiled as he looked forward to the day he would hold his child in his arms.
He felt energized. Purposeful. Valued as he hadn\'t in a long time. Not since he found he wasn\'t the heir to the pride. When he\'d found he could not be turned. When he found out he would always be human, never pride.
Strangely, he was also developing a friendship with one of the last people he would have thought. Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. Formerly know to the Slytherins as \"the Boy Who Irritated\". Draco thought Harry a real prat when they were at school together. Arrogant and a complete Gryffindor. Now Draco was beginning to appreciate some of those traits, the same traits he\'d once laughed at and ridiculed. Loyalty. Friendship. Courage.
Harry had stood with him, offering him support. He\'d listened when Draco needed to be heard. And he\'d held Draco when he\'d been terrified of giving in to Amrys, terrified of losing his virginity to a man. Harry had made it possible for Draco to be the Mother. Oh, he\'d probably have managed to accept Amrys sometime in the future, with lots of agonizing and unpleasantness, and maybe a little alcohol. But with Potter he\'d done it in one day. Gone from fear, to acceptance, to pleasure, to Mother. All of it mostly painless. All of it worth it.
Now he\'d found this most unusual room, *the* room, and he couldn\'t wait to show Harry his discovery. Draco never stopped hunting through the vastness of the Manor. It had been one of his favorite pastimes as a child. And he still had a taste for it, exploring on his own. There were secret places known to very few. And secret places known only to the pride. And then there was this place.
The room was dark, lit by one Everburning Candle. The walls gleamed, a nut brown marble polished to a shine by centuries of reverent fingers. It smelled faintly of wax, not unpleasant, sort of a religious scent, Draco thought. As if over the years many scholars had studied in here, some of the monks. He didn\'t question why he felt that to be true.
The walls were carved with runes. Dark slashes in the rock. Outlining the laws of the pride. All the way up to the highest corners. And down to the very lip of the floor.
Draco wondered why he had never learned about this room before. If all pride members knew of it, then Harry knew of it. But Draco was willing to bet he did not. Potter was always clamoring about not being let in on one rule or another. Now here was the \"book\" the young were-leopard was always asking for. The written rules.
Lines and lines of writing, cut deeply into the stone. Too much to read in one or a dozen sittings. Even if one were, say Hermione Granger. Nope, even Granger would need a month or more. The runes were not all easy to decipher, some were obscure, with both ancient and modern, as well as transitional meanings. But, Harry would want to know. Even if the lists gave him more questions, not fewer. he would want to know this room was here.
He found Potter in the library, reading, a tall tower of books at his elbow. Harry\'s eyes were tired, as if he\'d been reading too long. Or not sleeping well. Draco caught the emerald green gaze and jerked his head towards the hall. Harry grinned and closed his book. He took his time walking out of the room. He was familiar enough with Draco to not want to draw undue attention to anything the other boy was doing.
They walked companionably side by side.
\"Wait until you see this, Potter.\" Draco exclaimed as they headed towards the room.
Harry let out a gasp when he moved into the room. He cast around, looking everywhere, finding no square inch of rock that was bare. His sharp feline vision allowed him to read it, even the words up in the high corners. The laws of the pride, of all the feline were-prides. Carved in stone. He felt a nervous giggle trying to rise in his throat. He\'d once made a joke about the rules being carved in stone. This was just...unbelievable.
The wolves and the rodents no doubt had other rules. But Harry now had an in to the way the pride was run. He wondered...
\"Why didn\'t anyone tell me this was here?\" He asked aloud. Tilting his head to meet Draco\'s look, the blond shrugged, a smile on his face.
\"I don\'t know, Harry.\" Draco responded. \"I just found it, no one told me about it. Thought you might like to see it. Before someone finds out and tells us we can\'t come here, or something.\"
\"Why would this place be kept secret?\" Harry mused, stepping up to the wall and touching the words with careful, shaking fingers. The room was making him feel strange. As if ghostly presences hoovered in the still air. As if he was being watched, not by any malevolent spirit, but simply being watched over. He felt the sacredness of the room. The quiet that was only rarely felt, the clam of an inner hold of a church or temple. The sacred place.
\"I never knew it was here, they never told me. And they never told you. Maybe there are only certain members of the pride allowed here? I don\'t know. Someone comes here. It is spotless. Not even dust in the grooves.\" Draco ventured, running a finger over the markings. \"We\'d better not let anyone know we\'ve been here. Just a hunch.\"
Harry nodded. His eyes were roaming, his heart thumping. He began to read. He knew he wouldn\'t get far, not today, but he was compelled to read, just a little.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Draco Malfoy felt different.
It was far too soon to feel pregnant, he told himself, but he swore he did. He touched his belly many times during the day, holding his palm over the place he believed the child grew. He liked to think loving thoughts at the growing, impossibly small, life inside him. He smiled as he looked forward to the day he would hold his child in his arms.
He felt energized. Purposeful. Valued as he hadn\'t in a long time. Not since he found he wasn\'t the heir to the pride. When he\'d found he could not be turned. When he found out he would always be human, never pride.
Strangely, he was also developing a friendship with one of the last people he would have thought. Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. Formerly know to the Slytherins as \"the Boy Who Irritated\". Draco thought Harry a real prat when they were at school together. Arrogant and a complete Gryffindor. Now Draco was beginning to appreciate some of those traits, the same traits he\'d once laughed at and ridiculed. Loyalty. Friendship. Courage.
Harry had stood with him, offering him support. He\'d listened when Draco needed to be heard. And he\'d held Draco when he\'d been terrified of giving in to Amrys, terrified of losing his virginity to a man. Harry had made it possible for Draco to be the Mother. Oh, he\'d probably have managed to accept Amrys sometime in the future, with lots of agonizing and unpleasantness, and maybe a little alcohol. But with Potter he\'d done it in one day. Gone from fear, to acceptance, to pleasure, to Mother. All of it mostly painless. All of it worth it.
Now he\'d found this most unusual room, *the* room, and he couldn\'t wait to show Harry his discovery. Draco never stopped hunting through the vastness of the Manor. It had been one of his favorite pastimes as a child. And he still had a taste for it, exploring on his own. There were secret places known to very few. And secret places known only to the pride. And then there was this place.
The room was dark, lit by one Everburning Candle. The walls gleamed, a nut brown marble polished to a shine by centuries of reverent fingers. It smelled faintly of wax, not unpleasant, sort of a religious scent, Draco thought. As if over the years many scholars had studied in here, some of the monks. He didn\'t question why he felt that to be true.
The walls were carved with runes. Dark slashes in the rock. Outlining the laws of the pride. All the way up to the highest corners. And down to the very lip of the floor.
Draco wondered why he had never learned about this room before. If all pride members knew of it, then Harry knew of it. But Draco was willing to bet he did not. Potter was always clamoring about not being let in on one rule or another. Now here was the \"book\" the young were-leopard was always asking for. The written rules.
Lines and lines of writing, cut deeply into the stone. Too much to read in one or a dozen sittings. Even if one were, say Hermione Granger. Nope, even Granger would need a month or more. The runes were not all easy to decipher, some were obscure, with both ancient and modern, as well as transitional meanings. But, Harry would want to know. Even if the lists gave him more questions, not fewer. he would want to know this room was here.
He found Potter in the library, reading, a tall tower of books at his elbow. Harry\'s eyes were tired, as if he\'d been reading too long. Or not sleeping well. Draco caught the emerald green gaze and jerked his head towards the hall. Harry grinned and closed his book. He took his time walking out of the room. He was familiar enough with Draco to not want to draw undue attention to anything the other boy was doing.
They walked companionably side by side.
\"Wait until you see this, Potter.\" Draco exclaimed as they headed towards the room.
Harry let out a gasp when he moved into the room. He cast around, looking everywhere, finding no square inch of rock that was bare. His sharp feline vision allowed him to read it, even the words up in the high corners. The laws of the pride, of all the feline were-prides. Carved in stone. He felt a nervous giggle trying to rise in his throat. He\'d once made a joke about the rules being carved in stone. This was just...unbelievable.
The wolves and the rodents no doubt had other rules. But Harry now had an in to the way the pride was run. He wondered...
\"Why didn\'t anyone tell me this was here?\" He asked aloud. Tilting his head to meet Draco\'s look, the blond shrugged, a smile on his face.
\"I don\'t know, Harry.\" Draco responded. \"I just found it, no one told me about it. Thought you might like to see it. Before someone finds out and tells us we can\'t come here, or something.\"
\"Why would this place be kept secret?\" Harry mused, stepping up to the wall and touching the words with careful, shaking fingers. The room was making him feel strange. As if ghostly presences hoovered in the still air. As if he was being watched, not by any malevolent spirit, but simply being watched over. He felt the sacredness of the room. The quiet that was only rarely felt, the clam of an inner hold of a church or temple. The sacred place.
\"I never knew it was here, they never told me. And they never told you. Maybe there are only certain members of the pride allowed here? I don\'t know. Someone comes here. It is spotless. Not even dust in the grooves.\" Draco ventured, running a finger over the markings. \"We\'d better not let anyone know we\'ve been here. Just a hunch.\"
Harry nodded. His eyes were roaming, his heart thumping. He began to read. He knew he wouldn\'t get far, not today, but he was compelled to read, just a little.
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