Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,552
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
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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 69
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 69
Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
Draco let Yaji carry him out of the stone room. He could hardly wait until the last effects of the poison wore off and he could walk more than a few dozen steps without pain.
He had read several of the laws and wondered about them. He'd solved few. Mostly what he had were many, many questions. It seemed the laws could be interpreted more than one way. Just about all of them. None of them, pardon the pun, were written in stone. None were of the type..."thou shall not..." The simplest had been the one that said, essentially, there would always be three to rule. It didn't specify who those three were. But, other laws had mentioned the second and the third. Draco had picked up on the idea the laws were not complete on their own, they were intended to be cumulative. All honored together.
Yaji was warm, and Draco was wrapped in the furs that he'd been sitting on. It made him wonderfully drowsy. Half-dreamy, he snuggled down into the big man's arms, enjoying the sway of the man's steps, they were rocking him to sleep. He burrowed his face against the strong chest, rubbing it with his cheek, contentedly.
"Yaj?" He asked sleepily, his voice a little thickened.
"Yes?" The big man answered, a pleasant rumble against Draco's cheek.
"Did you ever study the laws? Ever read them and wonder about them?"
"I did read them, from the doorway of the room. But, I have never studied them. They are not for casual study. They can not be learned from a single day's reading, nor a month, nor a year. They require a lifetime. The laws and the stone room are sacred to the pride. It is not meant for many to trespass in the room simply to gape at them."
"Oh." Draco thought about that. He didn't want to do anything that would show lack of respect for the pride or the laws. Perhaps he shouldn't go into the room again. "Then, why haven't you told me not to go inside?"
"You are not a casual visitor to the room. Your study is serious." Yaji replied, holding him closer, causing Draco to smile involuntarily, it felt good. Yaji continued. "I can see the fire in your eyes when you study the laws. They excite you, you want to understand them. You respect the sacredness. You honor our history."
"I..." Draco thought about that. He was drawn to the room. He was drawn to the carved words covering every inch of the walls, and he did feel a need to understand the laws. In fact, nothing had compelled him more strongly in his young life, aside from the need to carry the pride's heir. He yawned, a huge, jaw-cracking yawn. Yaji was right. This was not a whim, not mere curiosity. "I'm really tired, Yaj."
"Then sleep. I will take you to bed." The big man said, his deep voice low and soothing, his warm breath stirring the hair laying across the youth's forehead.
Draco thought about that. The wording of the reply. Another thing he'd been contemplating. Rather a lot, if he was truthful. Perhaps, it was because he had been sitting trying to untwist the laws, but it seemed to him that Yaji's words could also be translated two or more ways. He found himself smiling. He lifted his chin to look up at the strong brown face, the firm jaw, the smooth, powerful throat. He felt the echo of excitement, if only he wasn't so tired, he'd reach up and....
"Yes, I'd like that. You taking me to bed. You and Mantheer. Keeping me warm. Holding me." Draco answered the guardian, dreamily.
"Then it shall be so. Rest." Yaji murmured. He looked down at the faintly flushed face of the Mother of the heir. The youth was beautiful. Even more so now, as the new life grew within, and the gentle curve of his belly showed. Faster than the usual pregnancy, this magical one. That sight never failed to stir him, the gravid swelling, Yaji acknowledged. Those who carried new life were doubly blessed, and infinitely beautiful. That Draco, a male, did, was a miracle.
They had watched him grow from a tiny bundle to a wildly restless and clever child, and then into a teenager, gone off to Hogwarts, desperate to be older than he was, and desperate to please his father and the pride. That time Draco spent at the school had been hard, separated from all he knew, his guardians who had been in his life daily without fail, were suddenly not there. They'd also seen the absolute devastation when Draco had to be told he was not the heir. He was not of the pride, even if he was the son of the king. That had come close to destroying the boy. The son paying the price for his mother's sin of omission.
That sad day Yaji and Mantheer had been with him, cradling him as he wept. Big and silent, offering the only thing they had. Warm hands. Safe Haven. Pure love. The promise of it never being taken from the boy. Now at last Draco was moving beyond the love of the years before he was grown, to the possibility of a new form of love. Yaji would not push. He knew it was a new idea for the blond young man. And if Draco wanted it, then he would have it. As slowly and gently as he needed.
Draco was asleep by the time Yaji reached his room. Smoothly, he lay the young man on the furs, and with careful hands undressed him, covering him with the furs and then he curled up around him. Mantheer would be coming in from eating soon. The news of Draco's request would be welcome.
Yaji watched Draco sleep. Here was the Mother of the heir. Not a role he had ever expected the youngster to take. Not once in all the time he was growing to adulthood, had Draco expressed the desire for a child he carried in his own body. No, Draco had wanted to be king. To follow in his father's footsteps and be the pride's second great king in succession. Yaji had believed that was the youth's future, his destiny. But, it was not. This was.
His touch on the silvery-blond locks was light as a feather, more delicate than his large hand looked capable of. He ran the silky strands between his fingers, traced the arched brows that could express such a range of emotion without a single word. Beautiful. The last vestiges of childhood were burning away, granting more and more glimpses of the stunning young man the Mother was becoming.
Draco stirred in his sleep. He threw a leg over the larger man's and snuggled his face into the strong column of Yaji's neck, giving it an unconscious kiss. That sent waves of tingling pleasure through the were-leopard. Sweet and glorious, he would wait until the day Draco was truly ready, then Yaji would give him his body to go with the heart the youth already possessed.
I will stand by you, he thought to himself. I will be your shield. No one will go through me and reach you. You will always have me, and you will always be safe. He reached out again, stroking the length of Draco's arm from shoulder to fingertip. He intertwined their fingers, holding hands. It warmed him, deeply satisfying. He turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his bed companion's hair.
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Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
Draco let Yaji carry him out of the stone room. He could hardly wait until the last effects of the poison wore off and he could walk more than a few dozen steps without pain.
He had read several of the laws and wondered about them. He'd solved few. Mostly what he had were many, many questions. It seemed the laws could be interpreted more than one way. Just about all of them. None of them, pardon the pun, were written in stone. None were of the type..."thou shall not..." The simplest had been the one that said, essentially, there would always be three to rule. It didn't specify who those three were. But, other laws had mentioned the second and the third. Draco had picked up on the idea the laws were not complete on their own, they were intended to be cumulative. All honored together.
Yaji was warm, and Draco was wrapped in the furs that he'd been sitting on. It made him wonderfully drowsy. Half-dreamy, he snuggled down into the big man's arms, enjoying the sway of the man's steps, they were rocking him to sleep. He burrowed his face against the strong chest, rubbing it with his cheek, contentedly.
"Yaj?" He asked sleepily, his voice a little thickened.
"Yes?" The big man answered, a pleasant rumble against Draco's cheek.
"Did you ever study the laws? Ever read them and wonder about them?"
"I did read them, from the doorway of the room. But, I have never studied them. They are not for casual study. They can not be learned from a single day's reading, nor a month, nor a year. They require a lifetime. The laws and the stone room are sacred to the pride. It is not meant for many to trespass in the room simply to gape at them."
"Oh." Draco thought about that. He didn't want to do anything that would show lack of respect for the pride or the laws. Perhaps he shouldn't go into the room again. "Then, why haven't you told me not to go inside?"
"You are not a casual visitor to the room. Your study is serious." Yaji replied, holding him closer, causing Draco to smile involuntarily, it felt good. Yaji continued. "I can see the fire in your eyes when you study the laws. They excite you, you want to understand them. You respect the sacredness. You honor our history."
"I..." Draco thought about that. He was drawn to the room. He was drawn to the carved words covering every inch of the walls, and he did feel a need to understand the laws. In fact, nothing had compelled him more strongly in his young life, aside from the need to carry the pride's heir. He yawned, a huge, jaw-cracking yawn. Yaji was right. This was not a whim, not mere curiosity. "I'm really tired, Yaj."
"Then sleep. I will take you to bed." The big man said, his deep voice low and soothing, his warm breath stirring the hair laying across the youth's forehead.
Draco thought about that. The wording of the reply. Another thing he'd been contemplating. Rather a lot, if he was truthful. Perhaps, it was because he had been sitting trying to untwist the laws, but it seemed to him that Yaji's words could also be translated two or more ways. He found himself smiling. He lifted his chin to look up at the strong brown face, the firm jaw, the smooth, powerful throat. He felt the echo of excitement, if only he wasn't so tired, he'd reach up and....
"Yes, I'd like that. You taking me to bed. You and Mantheer. Keeping me warm. Holding me." Draco answered the guardian, dreamily.
"Then it shall be so. Rest." Yaji murmured. He looked down at the faintly flushed face of the Mother of the heir. The youth was beautiful. Even more so now, as the new life grew within, and the gentle curve of his belly showed. Faster than the usual pregnancy, this magical one. That sight never failed to stir him, the gravid swelling, Yaji acknowledged. Those who carried new life were doubly blessed, and infinitely beautiful. That Draco, a male, did, was a miracle.
They had watched him grow from a tiny bundle to a wildly restless and clever child, and then into a teenager, gone off to Hogwarts, desperate to be older than he was, and desperate to please his father and the pride. That time Draco spent at the school had been hard, separated from all he knew, his guardians who had been in his life daily without fail, were suddenly not there. They'd also seen the absolute devastation when Draco had to be told he was not the heir. He was not of the pride, even if he was the son of the king. That had come close to destroying the boy. The son paying the price for his mother's sin of omission.
That sad day Yaji and Mantheer had been with him, cradling him as he wept. Big and silent, offering the only thing they had. Warm hands. Safe Haven. Pure love. The promise of it never being taken from the boy. Now at last Draco was moving beyond the love of the years before he was grown, to the possibility of a new form of love. Yaji would not push. He knew it was a new idea for the blond young man. And if Draco wanted it, then he would have it. As slowly and gently as he needed.
Draco was asleep by the time Yaji reached his room. Smoothly, he lay the young man on the furs, and with careful hands undressed him, covering him with the furs and then he curled up around him. Mantheer would be coming in from eating soon. The news of Draco's request would be welcome.
Yaji watched Draco sleep. Here was the Mother of the heir. Not a role he had ever expected the youngster to take. Not once in all the time he was growing to adulthood, had Draco expressed the desire for a child he carried in his own body. No, Draco had wanted to be king. To follow in his father's footsteps and be the pride's second great king in succession. Yaji had believed that was the youth's future, his destiny. But, it was not. This was.
His touch on the silvery-blond locks was light as a feather, more delicate than his large hand looked capable of. He ran the silky strands between his fingers, traced the arched brows that could express such a range of emotion without a single word. Beautiful. The last vestiges of childhood were burning away, granting more and more glimpses of the stunning young man the Mother was becoming.
Draco stirred in his sleep. He threw a leg over the larger man's and snuggled his face into the strong column of Yaji's neck, giving it an unconscious kiss. That sent waves of tingling pleasure through the were-leopard. Sweet and glorious, he would wait until the day Draco was truly ready, then Yaji would give him his body to go with the heart the youth already possessed.
I will stand by you, he thought to himself. I will be your shield. No one will go through me and reach you. You will always have me, and you will always be safe. He reached out again, stroking the length of Draco's arm from shoulder to fingertip. He intertwined their fingers, holding hands. It warmed him, deeply satisfying. He turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his bed companion's hair.
neichan
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