Something Special About Harry

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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!

Chapter 5

Severus held the book out to Lucius who took it with deference. Lucius stood and walked over to the couch. “Come with me Harry.” He held out his hand, only to have it clutched in strong young fingers. As soon as contact was made, Harry relaxed. Lucius turned a vaulted eyebrow to Severus. “I see what you mean. Say a prayer for me.” Lucius pulled Harry up and headed out the door, heading for his own quarters. He could sense the changes coursing through the part-Veela and could tell what was stirring Harry’s senses. He spoke the password, not trying to keep it from the young man and led them in side.

No sooner had Lucius closed and sealed the door then Harry had grabbed him, backing him against the door. Harry rasped the blond’s name, bringing lips to lips, matching length to length. Lucius stood still, waiting for Harry’s next move. The raven-haired lover swayed his hips against and into Lucius, running his hands lovingly up the man’s arms, across the expansive shoulders to the responsive zone under the ears. Harry fondled the areas, letting his fingers ghost over them. Lucius quivered from the unexpected caress. Harry’s lips left Lucius’ seeking more. They traveled along the jaw to the blond’s ear. When the younger man enfolded the lobe between his lips, Lucius nearly exploded. He hadn’t realized he could become enraptured this fast or so completely that he would lose control. When Harry replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue, Lucius could no longer contain himself. Grabbing Harry by the hips, the blond undulated their fully clothed groins together. The wonder of feeling himself titillated against his silk boxers and the friction between had him exploding like a little-experienced beginner. Harry thrust against Lucius twice more before joining him in completion.

The lovers stood bracing each other against the door, trying to regain their energy or desire to move. The Slytherin was the first to recover and noticed how complacent Harry now appeared. He wrapped his arms around his lover and led them to the bathroom where he performed a quick cleaning spell. Lucius led Harry back to his sitting room and helped him to a chair. The blond then took the opposite chair and watched the young man. He called for a house elf that responded quickly to the request, returning in a matter of seconds to place a tray on the table between the two humans. “Drink Harry.” Harry picked up his mug, taking a cautious drink. His eyes began losing their glazed look. “Lucius, what’s happening to me? I know what “just happened” and it was bloody fantastic, but why are these things just starting to happen?”

Lucius took a drink from his cup. “Bloody fantastic is right Harry. As to what’s happening, it may take a bit to explain since this backwaters institution doesn’t see fit to instruct on some of the lesser known, however more important, subjects the students need to know. You remember Severus and I mentioning your father and Veela? Well, Harry, a Veela is a magical being in its own right. When combined with a strong magical family, you have a stronger wizard or witch. We will go over some of the things you can look forward to but let’s talk about your parents for a minute. Your mother, Lily, was a powerful pureblood witch. She was almost as strong as Hermione. When your father and mother first got together here at school, it was only a select few of us who knew James true nature. He kept it from your mother in the hopes it would never develop. The gods and goddess, however, had other plans and smiled on your parents. It turns out that your father’s true mate was your mother.” Lucius stopped, took another sip from his cup. He could see the young man processing the information.

Lucius picked up the tale. “Harry, a Veela or Half-Veela will only have one mate in its lifetime. When one dies the other is not far behind. The Veela will do everything within its considerable and formidable powers to protect its loved ones. When Lily and James had you, it had been foretold of a wizard coming that had the potential to be as powerful or even more powerful than Merlin. It seems you were the awaited blessing and have fulfilled some of the prophecies around you. You are a blessing to many, a bane to others, but you will always be Harry to me.” Lucius stopped, not believing he had just said the other’s name with such fervent carnality.

Harry watched as Lucius tried to regain his composure, thinking how much he wanted the Slytherin on the couch next to him and under him. Lucius stood, looking at Harry and went to the couch, patting the area next to him. He hadn’t had time to put the book down before Harry was next to him, running a teasing hand over the blond’s thigh. “Luciusss” was all that had to be said before he was pulled into an embrace. The experienced man began nipping at the succulent lips of the man engulfed in his arms. Lucius began swiveling on the couch until they were facing each other but never breaking the kiss. The blond made a low keening sound in his throat in response to Harry’s growling. Lucius began easing them down to lie on the couch, positioning himself so Harry would be cradled between his legs. Both men were lost in the consuming passion, Lucius not being able to resist his lover’s call. The heat built between them again, building faster than a dry forest fire. Harry’s enthusiasm seemed to know no bounds as he reached another pinnacle, bringing Lucius with him. The lovers lay clasped together, gulping air as their bodies continued to throb.

The younger was the first to recover and spelled them clean. Lucius lay there, wrapping his trapped leg back over Harry while running his outside foot up and down the back of Harry’s leg. “Harry, love, we have to stop long enough to talk. There are things you have to know and I need to get my strength back.” Lucius was very careful in choosing his words, knowing how they could affect Harry right now and not wanting him to feel rejected. He was starting to feel the effects of “too much”, but he questioned himself – was there such a thing as too much between consenting wizards?

As he lay there encompassing his lover, the blond felt content for the first time in two decades. He loved his son, but never his wife; she was a means to an end. Now this young man in his arms had become his world, only the emerald-eyed wizard didn’t know it yet. Lucius tried to find the best place to start and he figured the book James had a hand in creating and left in the care of Severus and himself to finish for his son. For the moment though, he had no desire to disturb either of them, they could both use the rest. Lucius called for a blanket and covered them, concentrating on regulating his breathing to a sleeping rate. Harry soon copied the pattern and the two fell asleep wrapped in each other.