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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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136,571
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chapter 87
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 87
Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
Draco demanded to be let out for a while the next day. He left the babies in Snape's care, somewhat reluctantly, as he had wished that Yaji and Mantheer would let them go outside as well, and wandered out onto the ground, breathing deeply of the crisp, early morning air.
Mantheer was with him, close behind, alertly scanning the area. Draco doubted that degree of vigilance was necessary, not any longer, but he was thankful to have the big cat watching out for him. Bill Weasley had greatly improved the wards, Draco had seen the plans and diagrams. He'd been very impressed. Even Dumbledore had had to have permission to enter the Manor. A condition that had no doubt irked the older man. Draco smirked. It sure paid having one as talented as Bill at the king's call.
He smiled. He was truly happy. It had seemed like nothing would ever compare to being the heir, being a lycanthrope, but the babies, the real heirs, were wonderful, and blessedly quieter than he'd been led to expect infants were. He had finally caught up on his rest. With Mantheer and Yaji always ready to jump in and care for the children, it had not taken long for him to recover.
He was continually amazed at how alike the twins were, and how like their father, the Sire. Their hair was nearly the same color as his, though theirs had not yet thickened, and their eyes were darkening away from the pale gold color that had at first reminded Draco of autumn leaves, and now were a deeper amber, changing so rapidly Draco was constantly surprised. And they were alert, always aware of their surroundings, looking around, tracking movement. When they weren't blissfully asleep.
The babies had also seemed to form an attachment to Severus Snape. They perked up whenever he came around to examine them. Well as much as babies that young could perk up. Draco was not looking forward to when his professor had to leave and go back to Hogwarts. He liked having the wizard around to help, and just for company if he was honest with himself. He actually liked Snape.
The feel of the damp grass was startling when he stepped onto it with his bared feet. And welcome. He loved being outside, feeling the wind in his hair, against his face. He strolled along the well-manicured lawns. Mantheer was instantly at his side, hand on his shoulder, and together they walked beneath the overhanging trees, Mantheer shielding him from the unlikely possibility of an attack, or maybe just falling limbs.
Draco missed Harry. He smiled at that. Who would have believed that Draco Malfoy would end up friends with Harry Potter, and actually seek out his company. The competition between the two boys had never been jovial or friendly when they were enrolled at Hogwarts. Draco didn't exactly know why that was.
But here, in the Manor, among the members of the pride, things were different. Less angry, more caring, safe. Draco knew no one was going to make fun of him for liking the other boy. For talking with him, for being silly, and caring what happened to him, if he was happy. School had never made him, or Potter happy. There was a constant underlying anxiety, as if they had both been watched and monitored, others just waiting for a chance to ridicule them for the smallest weakness.
Here, thought Draco snuggled up against Mantheer, things were better. If he needed a hug, he got one. He smiled as Mantheer lifted him up, knowing exactly what Draco wanted. Riding in the big man's arms. Being held. Feeling the awesome flex of muscle against his body. Draco sighed in undiluted pleasure.
Sure he had not been taken to the furs yet, but he had started thinking about how it would be when it happened. He knew it would happen.He knew his view of sex had undergone a fundamental change. He probably was still heterosexual, or would be if he was not living with the pack.
The wizarding world was more oriented to heterosexuality, but here, no one lay with the females without sanction. The females were the carriers of life, and sacred. They lay with men when a child was desired, when they, the females wanted them. Males did not lay with them to slake their lust.
Draco had never wanted a male lover. Not until lately. Even the pleasure Amrys had given him had not changed his preference. But there was something that had changed. He didn't know if it was being accepted into the pride, or if it were simply opportunity or situational, but he found himself considering taking males to his furs, and becoming excited by the prospect.
Well, scratch that. Not unspecified males. He was thinking of Mantheer and Yaji. He loved having them near, loved touching them. Had hated being away from them when he was at Hogwarts. He had taken the chance to go home at every opportunity. He had spent time with them. And never questioned himself, or his reasons. They had made him feel safe, and good, and loved. None of his school friends had known how he felt about them. They were held deep in his heart, away from possible ridicule. He would not have tolerated the jeering comments of Crabbe and Goyle, or the other Slytherins. Not about the pride, and most especially not about his guardians.
Dating girls and the last two years of taking them to bed, that was entirely separate from the pride and his life there. He wondered if his feelings for Mantheer and Yaji had been the reason he had never even came close to experimenting with other boys. Seemed like every one else had. Better to have a fumble with your best chum, than risk rejection from one of the girls, Draco supposed. Only he had not been rejected. He had done fine, enjoyed the encounters with girls, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and even a Gryffindor. None of the Hufflepuffs had appealed, but that was neither here nor there.
He had wondered, after the conception, what it would be like to have had an affair with Harry while they were at school. He had tried to find it arousing, but failed. Harry was beautiful, and kind, and passionate. Yes. But he was too young. Sure Draco liked girls his own age. But men. He preferred older, stronger, powerful, intimidating. Men who were large, muscular. He realized he had completely imprinted on Mantheer and Yaji. His tastes when it came to males were set for life, before he had even realized he had such attractions. He squirmed in Mantheer hold, ran a hand over the fantastic bulge of the larger man's bicep, squeezing. Mantheer rumbled, nuzzling his throat, while keeping an eye on their surroundings.
Oh, Ghods, that was fine! To feel the rush of adrenaline the man's touch sent coursing through him. an undiscovered well of riches. His body tingled, and he felt a definite twitch of interest in his groin. The first since the birth. He had not expected it, not so soon, but it was there, a burning hunger, an emptiness, a desire to be filled, as he had only experienced once before. Too bad his body had been changed from the hermaphroditic form he'd taken on to give birth. Experimenting with that body would have been fun. But knowing Mantheer and Yaji, they would not have taken a female to their furs, not even him. Not even a young man with temporary female parts.
Now, fully male once again, maybe it was time. He felt a rush of desire, of interest. Mantheer's nostrils dilated, he drew in a whuff of air, and Draco knew the were-leopard had picked up his pheromones. Knew he was aroused. The big hand that cupped his buttock confirmed it. Not that it was a true grope, nothing so crass. They both treated him like he was made of glass. It was exactly the right thing, too, because he trusted them not to hurt him. They were huge men, far larger than himself, and larger by a good bit than Amrys. And Amrys had scared him.
Mantheer and Yaji did not. They would touch him with reverence, with massive hands that held only gentleness and sweetness and concern, and heat, and lust and love. When it was time Draco was not going to be afraid. His whole being would be singing with need and desire.
He smiled dropping a careful kiss over the pulse at Mantheer's neck. He was looking forward to the time. He was happy being the Mother. He was happy with his children. He was looking forward to them growing up. To seeing them someday rule. He was looking forward to the future without worry and anxiety. Perhaps the first time he could say that. He knew his place in the pride, and there was no worry it would be taken from him. He had felt adrift when he discovered he could not change, that he'd never be a lycanthrope. Now, it didn't matter. He was the Mother.
He hoped Harry was as happy. He had seen Potter briefly the other night. When Harry had tried to see the babies. Yaji and Mantheer had not been comfortable. Still in maximum protective mode. They had chased Harry away. They were, however beginning to relax a bit as the twins became more familiar to them, and as Draco felt better. Soon they would allow other visitors, though they would remain protective, Draco had no doubt.
Draco hoped Harry was being taken care of. He'd heard of the debacle when Troy was given over to Bill and Charlie. How Harry had cried, taking the angst to heart, finally understanding what emotions were involved, that the king took no casual lovers, that Lucius had loved the other kitten, and that his leaving so young, prematurely, was a source of great pain to the king.
He wished that Harry would experience something that wasn't painful. The pride had tried to love him, but Harry always seemed to end up hurt. Draco thought they would all just have to try harder. Harry was too important to the pride and to him not to make sure Potter knew how much they all cared about him. In fact, he wanted to do something to see to Harry's happiness. He pursed his lips.
The lycanthrope kings had accepted Tanith as the Queen. The females of the pride were pleased. Everything was hunky dory, but what did Harry have to show him the pride understood his place? Sure they called him the Chosen, but a boy like Harry, coming from the family life he had growing up, he should have something more. Something that could not be questioned.
Harry should have a wedding of his own. Draco squirmed in Mantheer's arms, the excitement sudden and undeniable. That was it. He was going to give Harry a wedding. Even if it was just among their pride alone, it would mean a lot to the other youth. When he saw that Lucius would stand up with him and speak the words of commitment, that would mean a lot. that would confirm the feeling his father had for his friend. His best friend. Draco pressed his grinning face into the guardian's neck.
"Mani? I need your help." Draco said.
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Draco demanded to be let out for a while the next day. He left the babies in Snape's care, somewhat reluctantly, as he had wished that Yaji and Mantheer would let them go outside as well, and wandered out onto the ground, breathing deeply of the crisp, early morning air.
Mantheer was with him, close behind, alertly scanning the area. Draco doubted that degree of vigilance was necessary, not any longer, but he was thankful to have the big cat watching out for him. Bill Weasley had greatly improved the wards, Draco had seen the plans and diagrams. He'd been very impressed. Even Dumbledore had had to have permission to enter the Manor. A condition that had no doubt irked the older man. Draco smirked. It sure paid having one as talented as Bill at the king's call.
He smiled. He was truly happy. It had seemed like nothing would ever compare to being the heir, being a lycanthrope, but the babies, the real heirs, were wonderful, and blessedly quieter than he'd been led to expect infants were. He had finally caught up on his rest. With Mantheer and Yaji always ready to jump in and care for the children, it had not taken long for him to recover.
He was continually amazed at how alike the twins were, and how like their father, the Sire. Their hair was nearly the same color as his, though theirs had not yet thickened, and their eyes were darkening away from the pale gold color that had at first reminded Draco of autumn leaves, and now were a deeper amber, changing so rapidly Draco was constantly surprised. And they were alert, always aware of their surroundings, looking around, tracking movement. When they weren't blissfully asleep.
The babies had also seemed to form an attachment to Severus Snape. They perked up whenever he came around to examine them. Well as much as babies that young could perk up. Draco was not looking forward to when his professor had to leave and go back to Hogwarts. He liked having the wizard around to help, and just for company if he was honest with himself. He actually liked Snape.
The feel of the damp grass was startling when he stepped onto it with his bared feet. And welcome. He loved being outside, feeling the wind in his hair, against his face. He strolled along the well-manicured lawns. Mantheer was instantly at his side, hand on his shoulder, and together they walked beneath the overhanging trees, Mantheer shielding him from the unlikely possibility of an attack, or maybe just falling limbs.
Draco missed Harry. He smiled at that. Who would have believed that Draco Malfoy would end up friends with Harry Potter, and actually seek out his company. The competition between the two boys had never been jovial or friendly when they were enrolled at Hogwarts. Draco didn't exactly know why that was.
But here, in the Manor, among the members of the pride, things were different. Less angry, more caring, safe. Draco knew no one was going to make fun of him for liking the other boy. For talking with him, for being silly, and caring what happened to him, if he was happy. School had never made him, or Potter happy. There was a constant underlying anxiety, as if they had both been watched and monitored, others just waiting for a chance to ridicule them for the smallest weakness.
Here, thought Draco snuggled up against Mantheer, things were better. If he needed a hug, he got one. He smiled as Mantheer lifted him up, knowing exactly what Draco wanted. Riding in the big man's arms. Being held. Feeling the awesome flex of muscle against his body. Draco sighed in undiluted pleasure.
Sure he had not been taken to the furs yet, but he had started thinking about how it would be when it happened. He knew it would happen.He knew his view of sex had undergone a fundamental change. He probably was still heterosexual, or would be if he was not living with the pack.
The wizarding world was more oriented to heterosexuality, but here, no one lay with the females without sanction. The females were the carriers of life, and sacred. They lay with men when a child was desired, when they, the females wanted them. Males did not lay with them to slake their lust.
Draco had never wanted a male lover. Not until lately. Even the pleasure Amrys had given him had not changed his preference. But there was something that had changed. He didn't know if it was being accepted into the pride, or if it were simply opportunity or situational, but he found himself considering taking males to his furs, and becoming excited by the prospect.
Well, scratch that. Not unspecified males. He was thinking of Mantheer and Yaji. He loved having them near, loved touching them. Had hated being away from them when he was at Hogwarts. He had taken the chance to go home at every opportunity. He had spent time with them. And never questioned himself, or his reasons. They had made him feel safe, and good, and loved. None of his school friends had known how he felt about them. They were held deep in his heart, away from possible ridicule. He would not have tolerated the jeering comments of Crabbe and Goyle, or the other Slytherins. Not about the pride, and most especially not about his guardians.
Dating girls and the last two years of taking them to bed, that was entirely separate from the pride and his life there. He wondered if his feelings for Mantheer and Yaji had been the reason he had never even came close to experimenting with other boys. Seemed like every one else had. Better to have a fumble with your best chum, than risk rejection from one of the girls, Draco supposed. Only he had not been rejected. He had done fine, enjoyed the encounters with girls, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and even a Gryffindor. None of the Hufflepuffs had appealed, but that was neither here nor there.
He had wondered, after the conception, what it would be like to have had an affair with Harry while they were at school. He had tried to find it arousing, but failed. Harry was beautiful, and kind, and passionate. Yes. But he was too young. Sure Draco liked girls his own age. But men. He preferred older, stronger, powerful, intimidating. Men who were large, muscular. He realized he had completely imprinted on Mantheer and Yaji. His tastes when it came to males were set for life, before he had even realized he had such attractions. He squirmed in Mantheer hold, ran a hand over the fantastic bulge of the larger man's bicep, squeezing. Mantheer rumbled, nuzzling his throat, while keeping an eye on their surroundings.
Oh, Ghods, that was fine! To feel the rush of adrenaline the man's touch sent coursing through him. an undiscovered well of riches. His body tingled, and he felt a definite twitch of interest in his groin. The first since the birth. He had not expected it, not so soon, but it was there, a burning hunger, an emptiness, a desire to be filled, as he had only experienced once before. Too bad his body had been changed from the hermaphroditic form he'd taken on to give birth. Experimenting with that body would have been fun. But knowing Mantheer and Yaji, they would not have taken a female to their furs, not even him. Not even a young man with temporary female parts.
Now, fully male once again, maybe it was time. He felt a rush of desire, of interest. Mantheer's nostrils dilated, he drew in a whuff of air, and Draco knew the were-leopard had picked up his pheromones. Knew he was aroused. The big hand that cupped his buttock confirmed it. Not that it was a true grope, nothing so crass. They both treated him like he was made of glass. It was exactly the right thing, too, because he trusted them not to hurt him. They were huge men, far larger than himself, and larger by a good bit than Amrys. And Amrys had scared him.
Mantheer and Yaji did not. They would touch him with reverence, with massive hands that held only gentleness and sweetness and concern, and heat, and lust and love. When it was time Draco was not going to be afraid. His whole being would be singing with need and desire.
He smiled dropping a careful kiss over the pulse at Mantheer's neck. He was looking forward to the time. He was happy being the Mother. He was happy with his children. He was looking forward to them growing up. To seeing them someday rule. He was looking forward to the future without worry and anxiety. Perhaps the first time he could say that. He knew his place in the pride, and there was no worry it would be taken from him. He had felt adrift when he discovered he could not change, that he'd never be a lycanthrope. Now, it didn't matter. He was the Mother.
He hoped Harry was as happy. He had seen Potter briefly the other night. When Harry had tried to see the babies. Yaji and Mantheer had not been comfortable. Still in maximum protective mode. They had chased Harry away. They were, however beginning to relax a bit as the twins became more familiar to them, and as Draco felt better. Soon they would allow other visitors, though they would remain protective, Draco had no doubt.
Draco hoped Harry was being taken care of. He'd heard of the debacle when Troy was given over to Bill and Charlie. How Harry had cried, taking the angst to heart, finally understanding what emotions were involved, that the king took no casual lovers, that Lucius had loved the other kitten, and that his leaving so young, prematurely, was a source of great pain to the king.
He wished that Harry would experience something that wasn't painful. The pride had tried to love him, but Harry always seemed to end up hurt. Draco thought they would all just have to try harder. Harry was too important to the pride and to him not to make sure Potter knew how much they all cared about him. In fact, he wanted to do something to see to Harry's happiness. He pursed his lips.
The lycanthrope kings had accepted Tanith as the Queen. The females of the pride were pleased. Everything was hunky dory, but what did Harry have to show him the pride understood his place? Sure they called him the Chosen, but a boy like Harry, coming from the family life he had growing up, he should have something more. Something that could not be questioned.
Harry should have a wedding of his own. Draco squirmed in Mantheer's arms, the excitement sudden and undeniable. That was it. He was going to give Harry a wedding. Even if it was just among their pride alone, it would mean a lot to the other youth. When he saw that Lucius would stand up with him and speak the words of commitment, that would mean a lot. that would confirm the feeling his father had for his friend. His best friend. Draco pressed his grinning face into the guardian's neck.
"Mani? I need your help." Draco said.
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