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Of Potions and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Draco Views: 30533 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Thank you all for all the birthday wishes, it was a great day, and I got my first ever lap dance! All in all, I count this birthday as a resounding success! So, since you all made my birthday a wonderful day (new reviews every time I checked my phone), here’s another chapter! Enjoy!

Lucius eyed Harry and Draco, both of whom were taking the opportunity to let their wings out while it was just the three of them. Lucius’ eyes lingered on Harry’s wings, taking in their size appreciatively before he moved his gaze to Draco. “You are both here to learn how to fight effectively. Draco, you are here because your position is an especially dangerous one. You are expected to take the Mark at the end of the year. This will not happen. Hopefully, the Dark Lord can be defeated before it becomes an issue, but if not, we will have to make it look as though you’ve defected on your own. I can not be brought under suspicion. You know that if I am, my life will be forfeit.” He told his son.
Draco nodded. “I know, Father. If we must, we can pull it off.”
Lucius smiled, turning his gaze onto Harry. “Harry, I must admit, I am impressed with your strength. However, your strength will be of little use if it is not properly trained. I will be teaching you both defensive spells and will be dueling with you both to teach you how to best utilize those spells. I expect you both to apply yourselves.” He said firmly.
Harry nodded. “We will, Professor.” He promised.
Lucius pulled out his wand. “Firstly, how many different shielding spells do you know?”
Harry blinked. “I know Protego, and I can even do it wandless, but I had no idea there were more.” He answered, flushing.
Lucius sighed and closed his eyes. “Really, this class needs a competent teacher! How are you supposed to win this war if you know only one shield charm?” He asked, then opened his eyes. “Fine. I will teach you the other two I know. The first is Clipeo, and the wand movement is like this:” He waved his wand up and flicked it down, then smirked. “When cast properly, it should look like this: Clipeo!” A small dome of purple surrounded him. “It is not impenetrable, but only the Unforgivables can pierce it.”
Harry nodded. “Alright, let’s see…” He squared his shoulders and cast the spell. The purple dome formed, but it was flickering in and out of existence. It seemed to fizzle, then disappeared and stayed gone. Harry sighed. “Well, that didn’t work.” He said.
Lucius chuckled. “This is a stronger spell than Protego, and as such, it requires more concentration to hold it. Try again, and concentrate this time.”
Harry tried again, and frowned in concentration, managing to hold the spell for a full minute before it disappeared again. He sighed.
“You did better. For a second try, that was very good. The spell is difficult, but you need to practice it. It’s one of the best.” Lucius said. “Draco already knows that one. The next will be new for both of you. It’s a non-verbal spell, and you should have learned it last year, but apparently your Professor that year did not think it merited learning. It is Obice. The wand movement is like so…” He demonstrated the movement, which was a quick spiral motion with the tip of the wand. “When properly cast, it looks like this:” He made a quick spiral in the air and a wall appeared between him and the two submissives, the wall of magic glowing a steady grey color. “Obice,” Lucius’ voice continued from beyond the wall, “will stop the Cruciatus Curse, but it will not stop the Imperius or the killing curse. However, you only need to worry about one of those, since, as I’ve seen, you are not susceptible to the Imperius.” He said to Harry, before dispelling the shield.
Harry blinked as Lucius’ face appeared again. “Um, right.” He said.
Lucius raised a brow. “How good are you both with non-verbal spells?” He asked.
Draco smirked. “I’m pretty good at them. Although it generally takes more than one try, but I can usually get it right by the second go.” He boasted.
Harry flushed. “I’m not too good at it. But since Defense is my best subject, I should be able to get this one easily enough. I hope.” He said.
Lucius shook his head. “Hoping will not win the war, Mr. Potter. Skill will win it.” He said firmly.
“I know that.” Harry said, obviously discomfited. “So, I’m going to give it a go.” He said, brandishing his wand.
Draco slid into a dueling stance next to him. “I’ll try it, too.” He said.
They grinned at each other. “Fancy a race, Malfoy? See which one of us can cast it properly first?” Harry asked.
Draco snorted. “Oh, you’re on, Potter.” He purred.
They both tried at the same time, both wands quickly tracing spiral patterns in tandem. Nothing happened.
Harry frowned and tried again. Still nothing.
Draco sighed and tried once more, getting the same lackluster result.
Harry tried a third time, and crowed in triumph as a solid green wall appeared. “Ha! In your face, Draco!” He shouted.
Lucius chuckled. “Very good, Mr. Potter.” He said.
Harry cocked his head. “Why’s it a different color than yours?” He asked.
Lucius walked around the wall and smirked. “The wall takes the color of your magical core.” He answered.
Harry looked at the wall again. “Oh.”
Draco gritted his teeth and tried again, and a deep blue wall sprang into being in front of Harry’s. “There. How’s that?” He cocked his hip and placed a hand on it, turning to Harry.
Harry laughed. “Nice.”
Lucius nodded. “Very good, Draco.”
Both teens dispelled their barriers, grinning.
“I expect you both to work on casting those spells until they become comfortable. Mr. Potter, you will work on Clipeo until you can hold it for five minutes without it fading, as well.” Lucius said.
Harry nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He answered.
Lucius smiled at them. “You may go, Mr. Potter. Draco, please stay a moment.”
Harry left, heading back to Gryffindor Tower, his wings disappearing as he left the room.
Lucius eyed his son. “Severus sent you quite the lovely bouquet yesterday morning.” He said.
Draco flushed. “Yes.”
Lucius clasped his hands behind his back. “He must be quite enamored of you.” He said mildly.
Draco grinned. “I certainly hope so.”
“That does not give you permission to turn in sub-standard work in class, though. If you can not pay attention in all your classes and continue to get the marks I know you are capable of, I will be very upset with you.” Lucius pointed out.
Draco flushed, this time in shame.
“Do you know what I am speaking of?” Lucius calmly asked.
Draco nodded, staring at his feet. “My last essay. I was distracted. That’s no excuse, but while I was writing it, I just kept looking at the bouquet and my mind wandered. I had to finish the last of it last-minute, and it wasn’t up to my usual standard. I ran out of time.” He admitted.
Lucius sighed. “Draco, I understand that you want to pay attention to your courtship as well as your classes, but if you let your marks slip, you will be letting not only yourself, but Severus down as well. Pay attention to your work. I will let it slide once, but I will not tolerate another essay like the last.” He warned.
Draco bit his lip. “I’m sorry, Father.” He said.
Lucius pulled him close, running his hands soothingly over Draco’s wings. “Your apology is accepted, my Dragon. Just don’t let it happen again.” He said, pulling away and smiling at his son. “Now, go. And remember to leave yourself time to sleep. That means leave the late patrols to Severus and the other teachers. You need the rest more than you need to catch students out of bed, son.” He said with a smirk.
Draco grinned. “Right. Good night, Father.”
“Good night, Draco.”
*****
Draco strode into Severus’ office during the man’s free period that thankfully coincided with one of his, and slapped the paper he’d received that morning down. “Ha!” He crowed.
Severus blinked in shock, looking down at the paper. It was Draco’s N.E.W.T. result, and he had indeed gotten an O.
“Very good. I am proud of you, Draco. Do you have any plans to follow potions any further?” He asked.
Draco smirked. “I might be open to the idea of an Apprenticeship, if a certain Potions Master I admire is willing to take me.” He said, sliding in between Severus and the desk and seating himself on the desk. “He’s singularly talented, and I’m sure I could learn so much from him. But, if he won’t take me, I suppose you’ll do.” Draco finished lightly, his smirk widening when Severus scowled.
“Brat. When you are finished with the rest of your N.E.W.T.s we’ll discuss it. I’m probably going to be more than willing to take you on.” Severus grasped Draco’s hips and slid him off the desk, landing him between Severus’ legs. “Now, go and leave me to my marking. You are a distraction.” He said firmly.
Draco chuckled and sauntered out of the room.
Severus sighed, shaking his head. Draco was a very welcome distraction, but the fact of the matter was that Severus would get absolutely no work done while the blond was with him, and he needed to have the essays marked by the next day.
He scowled at the essays and went to work with a vengeance.
*****
Draco and Harry stood before Severus, both grinning, wings fluttering slightly in excitement.
Severus looked them over and nodded. “So, you are learning advanced defensive spells and getting some dueling experience from Lucius, but there is one other spell, Potter, that you will need to learn and be able to cast properly. Do you know what it is?” He asked.
Draco’s breathing quickened. “No way!” He breathed.
Severus raised a brow at him.
Harry just shook his head. “I don’t know, Sir.” He answered.
“Are you going to teach me, too?” Draco asked eagerly.
Severus nodded. “You will likely need it, as the Death Eaters will have no problem casting it at you.” He turned back to Harry. “The killing curse, Potter. Your main job is to kill the Dark Lord. How were you planning to do it?” He asked sharply.
Harry paled. “I, er, hadn’t really thought about it.” He said softly.
Severus shook his head. “Well, the time to think about it is now. You will need to learn how to cast the spell properly, and I will be the one to teach you. We will be casting it on spiders first, as it is easy to want to kill them. We will move on to rats, and eventually rabbits.” He said.
Harry’s mouth fell open. “You want me to kill fluffy little bunnies?” He asked, aghast.
“Potter, the Dark Lord is not going to stand there and let you hit him with a killing curse!” Severus snapped. “You will need to work on hitting a moving target, and rabbits are fast.” He said.
Draco snorted. “Just envision them as someone you hate.” He offered. “Pretend the person was a rabbit Animagus.”
Harry instantly thought of Bellatrix. “Black ones, then.” He said firmly.
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I will spell them black for you, if that is the only way to get you to do this.” He said tightly.
“It is.” Harry told him.
“Very well.” Severus led them over to a small box.
Harry and Draco looked inside.
There were two spiders.
“One each?” Draco asked. “That’s not really encouraging. You don’t think we’ll manage it tonight, do you?”
Severus raised a brow. “This is a very complex and dark spell. I don’t think you’ll have the strength to cast it more than once tonight.” He answered.
Draco blinked. “Oh,” was all he said.
Harry bit his lip. “Won’t Dumbledore feel it when we cast the curse?” He asked.
Severus sneered at him. “Headmaster Dumbledore has given me permission to teach you two this spell. He will be expecting it.” He snapped. “Now, try to kill one of the spiders, Potter.”
Harry gulped and raised his wand. He concentrated on the spider, trying to find the will to kill it. “Avada Kedavra!” He said firmly, pointing his wand at the spider.
Nothing.
“Call up all your anger, all your hate, every negative emotion you’ve ever felt, and focus it on the spider.” Severus said in an uncharacteristic show of helpfulness.
Harry looked at him in shock for a moment, then nodded.
Draco watched Harry as his brow furrowed and his face took on an expression of hatred and malice even Draco had never inspired in him.
“Avada Kedavra!” Harry tried again.
A weak dribble of green seeped from the wand.
Severus nodded. “Again, but with more power behind it.” He instructed, stepping back.
Harry nodded resolutely and raised his wand one more time, his wings drawing up behind him tightly, and cried out: “Avada Kedavra!”
A burst of green light sped out of his wand and hit the spider, killing it, and Harry promptly turned and vomited on the floor.
Severus cast a cleaning charm and nodded. “That can happen the first time. It’s a result of the inherent darkness of the spell.” He said.
Draco stepped up to the box. “My turn.” He said, raising his wand.
Harry stepped back and watched as Draco’s face took on a hateful and angry look, and he hissed: “Avada Kedavra!”
The spell rushed out of his wand and the spider fell over dead.
Draco sagged a bit, wings drooping, but didn’t vomit. “Wow.” He said tiredly.
“What the hell was that?!” Harry asked angrily. “He didn’t throw up!”
Severus nodded, realizing something. “Unless I’m much mistaken, Draco has had some Dark Arts training.”
Draco turned and nodded once. “Summer before fifth year.” He answered.
“That would explain it.” Severus said softly. “It would also help him to get into the proper mindset for that spell. There is a certain feeling to all dark spells, and once you are familiar with it, it is easier to cast dark spells correctly on the first try. You just reach for that feeling and call it up.” He told Harry.
Harry sighed. “Well, it looks like one set of lessons will be easier for me, and the other will be easier for you.” He said to Draco.
Draco shrugged. “Seems fair to me.” He said.
Harry nodded in agreement, aborting the movement quickly as he felt a wave of dizziness overtake him. “Whoa.” He said in shock, holding his arms out to his sides to steady himself.
Draco smirked. “Takes a lot out of you. We should probably go to bed.” He said in amusement.
“Yes, both of you get to bed. You’ll feel better in the morning. Potter, I will see you tomorrow. Draco, come to my office tomorrow after classes.” Severus said, heading to the door and opening it.
The two younger Faurae left, and Severus took a deep breath. ‘What has the world come to, that I have to teach the darkest spell there is to those two? So young to learn to feel such darkness.’ He thought sadly. He shook his head to clear it of melancholy thoughts like that, and vanished the box holding the dead spiders.
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