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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult ++
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104
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136,562
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711
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Currently Reading:
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chapter 79
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 79
Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
"My back hurts." Draco said, as they were walking towards the Arena. Harry, distracted, put a steadying arm around the other youth, offering support, but he wasn't paying close attention at all. There was wedding to get through soon. By tonight Lucius would be wed. Harry was relieved it was happening so fast, he wouldn't have much time to worry about it. At the same time, he was annoyed that he wasn't going to be the one marrying Lucius.
"Damn." Harry said, absently, when Draco went still, obviously tensing with pain. "I was worried that chair was too soft. Not enough support. I can rub your back when we get to your room. Or Mantheer and Yaji can if you want." Draco had stopped walking, bending at the waist, one hand reaching around for his back the other low on his belly.
"I don't think it is that kind or hurting." Draco replied, as the pain finally abated, he tried to straighten, managing only just, he grabbed for Harry's arm. "I think we should get Professor Snape."
It took Harry a few beats before the switch clicked, and he went milk white once he understood. "You mean...?" He squeaked. "The baby? Here? Now? You can't, it can't....I can't..." Harry looked around the empty hall for help. No way did he want to be alone for this untimely event.
"I am afraid so." Draco moaned. And Harry seriously considered screaming for help.
"But they aren't married yet. It's too soon." Harry protested. "We agreed that she would adopt you tonight."
"I know. But, there is nothing I can do about *this*." Draco said snarkily, as Harry rushed him down the hall with new urgency. "As I understand it, it just happens when it is ready." He paused, dragging the other boy to a halt, hand gripping Harry's arm like a vise.
"Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow....." Harry yelped, hopping about. "Leggo, leggo, come on!"
"OOOOWWWWW." Draco responded. "Owwwwwwwwwww. Oh Fuck, Potter. I need to lay down, now. I don't want to do this." His knees started to sag as if he was going to lay down on the floor right here. Harry wrapped an arm around his waist and heaved him back to his feet.
"Hmmm. OK.OK. OK. Let's go. This way...." Harry tired to shake the feeling back into his mangled arm, and at the same time get Draco down the hall to his room. He was not panicking, he was *not*! "You can lay down as soon as we get you to your bed." And not a minute before, Harry thought. Not even if he had to carry his friend, or drag him. He looked around again. There just had to be someone else around to do this...giving birth thingie.
"Harry. Draco. What is wrong?" It was the silky smooth, chocolate voice of the Hogwarts Potions Master. Harry was never so gald to seen the dark haired, pale skinned man in his life. And right behind him was the towering figure of Yaji. Even better. Yaji frowned, sniffing the air.
"Gah." Harry tried to explain the urgency. Another contraction hit, saving Harry from ungluing his tongue from the roof of his mouth and explaining what was going on. Draco howled. Yaji flashed around the other two men, and scooped the blond up in his more than adequate arms. Draco dug his fingers into the man's wide shoulders. He whimpered as the contraction faded.
"To the bed." Snape ordered, imperiously, drawing his wand. "Then send for his father." He swept after Yaji and Draco. Harry was left standing alone, gape-jawed, in the middle of the corridor. He shook himself after a moment of shivering relief. He offered up a prayer. Thank you, Merlin! Lucius. Right. He could do that. He spun around ready to race away in search of the king, he took one step and smacked into something big. Bam!
Lucius' put his arms around his Chosen, holding him. "What has occurred? Is there a problem with Tanith? Has she accepted or refused?" The king grilled him. Harry threw his own arms around his king, holding as tight as he could. He spoke into Lucius' broad chest, while the big hands continued to stroke his back.
"NO. I mean, yes. She said fine. It's Draco. He is having the baby and you aren't married, it's too soon, and that means Tanith can't adopt him, and all this will be for nothing, the child won't be the heir. Draco will be upset, he said he didn't want to do this, he was hurting a lot, and now he is going to have to do it again." Harry blurted out, gazing up at the man's face. Lucius regarded him solemnly.
"It is not too late." Lucius said. "We will just bump up the schedule." He whirled Harry around and headed them back towards Tanith's rooms. He swept in, Harry in tow.
"Seer." The king greeted the older woman. She looked up in surprise, her eyes, and the eyes of the other woman in the room, went to Harry, who was clearly in a state of agitation.
"What is wrong?" Tanith asked coming out from behind the desk. Lucius snuggled Harry to his side, and answered the question. Harry again at a loss for words.
"Draco is in labor. We must marry now, Tanith, the adoption must be declared *before* the child is born." The king told the seer. His voice was steady. Harry thought that he was shaking plenty for the two of them. He thought about it some more. Draco was having the baby, right now.
Behind them someone cleared his throat. It was Graeme. The tall were-leopard strode into the room after receiving a nod of permission from the seer.
"Amrys is with Draco. Tambyn is also here, with a bride he wishes you to consider." Graeme said neutrally. Harry felt blood rush into his brain, until his head was pounding with rage. He literally saw red. He was half-way out the door before Graeme caught up with him, looping a restraining arm around the youth. Harry snarled, kicking out.
"No way. No. He isn't...we have it all worked out. I won't....let me go!" Harry was hissing, struggling to free himself. His arms waved, he was energetic, determined, but not terribly good at warding off an attack or freeing himself from a skilled hold. Or any hold at all, the man holding him reflected.
Graeme decided he was going to have to teach Harry to fight. The young were-leopard was certainly strong enough, but he flailed, dispersing his strength making his efforts ineffectual. Graeme made soothing noises, until Harry calmed. Graeme wasn't fooled for an instant.
"You can let me go now." Harry growled, irritably. He slyly cut his eyes towards the door, measuring the distance, unobtrusively. Half a dozen steps would do it.
"I really don't think so." Graeme said, amusement and affection in his tone. "I think we will go together, you and I. Unless I am mistaken, Lucius and Tanith have a wedding to see to."
Tambyn was aggrieved. He crossed his impressive arms over his chest and glared down at the diminutive Chosen of Lucius' pride. The boy was a never ending source of exasperation and trouble, he thought. If the boy was his, he would cheerfully administer a well needed spanking, *if* he were certain the third standing next to the Chosen wouldn't defend the whelp. Instead, he sighed and tried to make the boy see reason. It wasn't Tambyn's fault that Lucius allowed others to spoil his Chosen.
"I am not offering insult, Chosen. But, your king must marry. And you are frightening off all candidates. It can not continue. She is the sister of my own wife. It is an honor I am bringing to your king." Tambyn rumbled, crossly. Harry returned the glare and crossed his own arms across his narrow chest.
"No." Harry said. "No *fucking* way." The deep growl was disconcerting coming from such a small creature, Tambyn frowned, just stopping himself from taking an involuntary step back from the enraged youth. He drew himself up even taller, looming over the young man. Harry showed the were-wolf king his teeth. Graeme inched closer.
"Harry. You have dared to threaten even a seer, you would have attacked him if you weren't held back. You have forced the king into granting you unreasonable promises. This can not continue." Tambyn tried to insist. Harry showed more teeth. They were certainly going to have a physical confrontation, Tambyn realized. Then a voice cut into the thickened, tense atmosphere.
"I have my bride." Lucius said into the charged silence. "Come see me wed."
"Now? Without council present?" Tambyn stuttered. "I have brought...." He waved his arm at the cowering girl who was diligently keeping her brother in law between herself and Harry. Lucius shook his head in negation. Tambyn sighed. Lucius gestured with an arm.
"Yes. Now. Come and be witness that the king of this pride is wed, and needs no other brides delivered to his doorstep." The were-leopard king said. "Keep your bride for another king, one who needs her excellent services." Lucius held his arm out to Harry. "Come chosen. Time is short."
Harry rushed to him, remembering about Draco and the fact the child wanted to be born NOW. He shot a last, telling glare at the were-wolf king and the shrinking bride. Then he was running down the hallway with Lucius at his side, and everyone else at their heels.
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"My back hurts." Draco said, as they were walking towards the Arena. Harry, distracted, put a steadying arm around the other youth, offering support, but he wasn't paying close attention at all. There was wedding to get through soon. By tonight Lucius would be wed. Harry was relieved it was happening so fast, he wouldn't have much time to worry about it. At the same time, he was annoyed that he wasn't going to be the one marrying Lucius.
"Damn." Harry said, absently, when Draco went still, obviously tensing with pain. "I was worried that chair was too soft. Not enough support. I can rub your back when we get to your room. Or Mantheer and Yaji can if you want." Draco had stopped walking, bending at the waist, one hand reaching around for his back the other low on his belly.
"I don't think it is that kind or hurting." Draco replied, as the pain finally abated, he tried to straighten, managing only just, he grabbed for Harry's arm. "I think we should get Professor Snape."
It took Harry a few beats before the switch clicked, and he went milk white once he understood. "You mean...?" He squeaked. "The baby? Here? Now? You can't, it can't....I can't..." Harry looked around the empty hall for help. No way did he want to be alone for this untimely event.
"I am afraid so." Draco moaned. And Harry seriously considered screaming for help.
"But they aren't married yet. It's too soon." Harry protested. "We agreed that she would adopt you tonight."
"I know. But, there is nothing I can do about *this*." Draco said snarkily, as Harry rushed him down the hall with new urgency. "As I understand it, it just happens when it is ready." He paused, dragging the other boy to a halt, hand gripping Harry's arm like a vise.
"Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow....." Harry yelped, hopping about. "Leggo, leggo, come on!"
"OOOOWWWWW." Draco responded. "Owwwwwwwwwww. Oh Fuck, Potter. I need to lay down, now. I don't want to do this." His knees started to sag as if he was going to lay down on the floor right here. Harry wrapped an arm around his waist and heaved him back to his feet.
"Hmmm. OK.OK. OK. Let's go. This way...." Harry tired to shake the feeling back into his mangled arm, and at the same time get Draco down the hall to his room. He was not panicking, he was *not*! "You can lay down as soon as we get you to your bed." And not a minute before, Harry thought. Not even if he had to carry his friend, or drag him. He looked around again. There just had to be someone else around to do this...giving birth thingie.
"Harry. Draco. What is wrong?" It was the silky smooth, chocolate voice of the Hogwarts Potions Master. Harry was never so gald to seen the dark haired, pale skinned man in his life. And right behind him was the towering figure of Yaji. Even better. Yaji frowned, sniffing the air.
"Gah." Harry tried to explain the urgency. Another contraction hit, saving Harry from ungluing his tongue from the roof of his mouth and explaining what was going on. Draco howled. Yaji flashed around the other two men, and scooped the blond up in his more than adequate arms. Draco dug his fingers into the man's wide shoulders. He whimpered as the contraction faded.
"To the bed." Snape ordered, imperiously, drawing his wand. "Then send for his father." He swept after Yaji and Draco. Harry was left standing alone, gape-jawed, in the middle of the corridor. He shook himself after a moment of shivering relief. He offered up a prayer. Thank you, Merlin! Lucius. Right. He could do that. He spun around ready to race away in search of the king, he took one step and smacked into something big. Bam!
Lucius' put his arms around his Chosen, holding him. "What has occurred? Is there a problem with Tanith? Has she accepted or refused?" The king grilled him. Harry threw his own arms around his king, holding as tight as he could. He spoke into Lucius' broad chest, while the big hands continued to stroke his back.
"NO. I mean, yes. She said fine. It's Draco. He is having the baby and you aren't married, it's too soon, and that means Tanith can't adopt him, and all this will be for nothing, the child won't be the heir. Draco will be upset, he said he didn't want to do this, he was hurting a lot, and now he is going to have to do it again." Harry blurted out, gazing up at the man's face. Lucius regarded him solemnly.
"It is not too late." Lucius said. "We will just bump up the schedule." He whirled Harry around and headed them back towards Tanith's rooms. He swept in, Harry in tow.
"Seer." The king greeted the older woman. She looked up in surprise, her eyes, and the eyes of the other woman in the room, went to Harry, who was clearly in a state of agitation.
"What is wrong?" Tanith asked coming out from behind the desk. Lucius snuggled Harry to his side, and answered the question. Harry again at a loss for words.
"Draco is in labor. We must marry now, Tanith, the adoption must be declared *before* the child is born." The king told the seer. His voice was steady. Harry thought that he was shaking plenty for the two of them. He thought about it some more. Draco was having the baby, right now.
Behind them someone cleared his throat. It was Graeme. The tall were-leopard strode into the room after receiving a nod of permission from the seer.
"Amrys is with Draco. Tambyn is also here, with a bride he wishes you to consider." Graeme said neutrally. Harry felt blood rush into his brain, until his head was pounding with rage. He literally saw red. He was half-way out the door before Graeme caught up with him, looping a restraining arm around the youth. Harry snarled, kicking out.
"No way. No. He isn't...we have it all worked out. I won't....let me go!" Harry was hissing, struggling to free himself. His arms waved, he was energetic, determined, but not terribly good at warding off an attack or freeing himself from a skilled hold. Or any hold at all, the man holding him reflected.
Graeme decided he was going to have to teach Harry to fight. The young were-leopard was certainly strong enough, but he flailed, dispersing his strength making his efforts ineffectual. Graeme made soothing noises, until Harry calmed. Graeme wasn't fooled for an instant.
"You can let me go now." Harry growled, irritably. He slyly cut his eyes towards the door, measuring the distance, unobtrusively. Half a dozen steps would do it.
"I really don't think so." Graeme said, amusement and affection in his tone. "I think we will go together, you and I. Unless I am mistaken, Lucius and Tanith have a wedding to see to."
Tambyn was aggrieved. He crossed his impressive arms over his chest and glared down at the diminutive Chosen of Lucius' pride. The boy was a never ending source of exasperation and trouble, he thought. If the boy was his, he would cheerfully administer a well needed spanking, *if* he were certain the third standing next to the Chosen wouldn't defend the whelp. Instead, he sighed and tried to make the boy see reason. It wasn't Tambyn's fault that Lucius allowed others to spoil his Chosen.
"I am not offering insult, Chosen. But, your king must marry. And you are frightening off all candidates. It can not continue. She is the sister of my own wife. It is an honor I am bringing to your king." Tambyn rumbled, crossly. Harry returned the glare and crossed his own arms across his narrow chest.
"No." Harry said. "No *fucking* way." The deep growl was disconcerting coming from such a small creature, Tambyn frowned, just stopping himself from taking an involuntary step back from the enraged youth. He drew himself up even taller, looming over the young man. Harry showed the were-wolf king his teeth. Graeme inched closer.
"Harry. You have dared to threaten even a seer, you would have attacked him if you weren't held back. You have forced the king into granting you unreasonable promises. This can not continue." Tambyn tried to insist. Harry showed more teeth. They were certainly going to have a physical confrontation, Tambyn realized. Then a voice cut into the thickened, tense atmosphere.
"I have my bride." Lucius said into the charged silence. "Come see me wed."
"Now? Without council present?" Tambyn stuttered. "I have brought...." He waved his arm at the cowering girl who was diligently keeping her brother in law between herself and Harry. Lucius shook his head in negation. Tambyn sighed. Lucius gestured with an arm.
"Yes. Now. Come and be witness that the king of this pride is wed, and needs no other brides delivered to his doorstep." The were-leopard king said. "Keep your bride for another king, one who needs her excellent services." Lucius held his arm out to Harry. "Come chosen. Time is short."
Harry rushed to him, remembering about Draco and the fact the child wanted to be born NOW. He shot a last, telling glare at the were-wolf king and the shrinking bride. Then he was running down the hallway with Lucius at his side, and everyone else at their heels.
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