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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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Draco sat down to breakfast, interrupting a whispered conversation between Pansy and Blaise. “Trouble in paradise?” He asked cheekily.
Blaise gave him an irritated scowl and Pansy huffed.
“Not if he gets a move on, there won’t be!” She snapped, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
Blaise growled and stabbed at his eggs. “I’ve been looking, Pansy! The shops in Hogsmeade don’t have any! I’ve sent out for them, but they haven’t arrived yet!” He glared at Draco. “This is all your fault!” He said.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. If you were planning on doing it already, how is this my fault?” He drawled.
“Your bloody courting with Snape started this whole thing!” Blaise snapped.
Draco narrowed his eyes. “Mind shouting that a bit louder? I don’t think the Gryffindor table heard you!” He hissed at his friend.
Blaise sighed, leaning his head forward to rest his forehead on his palms. “Listen, sorry, I’m just a bit on edge. Pansy’s been pushing me to get started with the courting, and I wanted to go at my own pace.”
Draco shook his head. “It’s fine, I understand. Pansy, let the man have a bit of breathing room, yeah? If he wants to court after school, what’s so bad about that?” He asked the girl.
Pansy pursed her lips. “I want to at least have it started before then. My father’s been talking about drawing up a contract with some boy in France.” She said.
Blaise’s eyes narrowed as he raised his head to look at her. “You never said that before!” He growled.
Pansy rolled her eyes. “Because I didn’t want you acting like a bloody Gryffindor over it!” She glared at him when he stood up. “Sit down and stop acting like you’re going to rush out and find the boy! You aren’t going anywhere, Blaise, and that’s that!” She snapped. “Start the courting process and my father will back off and stop planning stupid things.” She said evenly.
Blaise nodded, sitting back down. “Alright. Like I said, I sent away for a pair of courting gloves. Now we just need to wait for them to come in.” He said.
Pansy smiled at him. “Thank you, Darling.” She said sweetly.
Blaise grinned at her.
“You two are disgustingly sweet right now.” Draco said, earning him two glares for his observation. His attention was caught as the post came in and Vinculum headed toward him with a package he recognized right away. He smiled widely as the owl landed.
Pansy raised an eyebrow. “Really? I never pegged our Head of House for a hearts and candy type of guy.” She said in amusement.
Draco took the box of chocolates from the owl, feeding it some ham in return. “He spoils me.” He said smugly.
“Obviously.” Pansy agreed.
Draco opened the box and ate one of the chocolates, humming in pleasure as he chewed.
“So, what prompted this?” Pansy asked, waving at the chocolates.
Draco shrugged. “I’m not sure. Don’t really care much, either. I’m perfectly fine with just accepting it and being happy with the way things are.” He said evenly.
Blaise smirked. “So, has he finished the poem yet?”
Pansy’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, yes, do tell!”
Draco chuckled. “If he has, I still haven’t gotten it yet. But I’m prepared to be patient. He’s not really big on poetry, so it may be difficult for him. I’m willing to give him time.”
“I want to see it when you do get it.” Pansy said eagerly.
Draco flushed. “No. I do value my life. And you couldn’t keep a secret to save yours. I refuse to show you.” He said firmly.
Pansy pouted.
*****
Severus looked up at the knock on his office door. That would be Draco. “Enter.” He called out.
Draco stepped in with a bright smile. “You wanted to see me? And thank you for the chocolates. I never expected such a sweet gesture from you.” He said, walking around the desk and seating himself on top of it, again right in front of Severus.
The older man sighed. “Why do you feel the need to invade my personal space, Brat?” He asked.
Draco shrugged. “Because you let me. You love it, don’t pretend that you don’t.” He said haughtily.
Severus resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but only just. Draco seemed to bring out the worst in him lately. “At any rate, our next date…”
Draco leaned forward eagerly. “Will be when?” He prompted when Severus let the silence linger.
Severus smirked. “Tomorrow.” He said lowly.
Draco reared back. “But I have almost no time to prepare! You did that on purpose!” He accused.
“Perhaps I did. We’ll be Flooing from my rooms. We’ll be going to dinner, and no, I will not tell you where. Dress robes. Seven o’clock.” He said with a smirk.
Draco glared at him. “It would serve you right if I only brought the one set of dress robes.” He groused.
“You didn’t.” Severus said surely, pulling Draco off the desk and leaning over him, tracing his lips with a finger. “If I were allowed…” He said softly.
Draco moaned. “Don’t tease me like that, you know we can’t.” He whined.
Severus cleared his throat and gently shoved Draco toward the door. “Go. Before I forget myself and break the rules.” He said firmly, picking up his quill.
Draco turned back as he opened the door and licked his lips. “I wouldn’t mind, and I wouldn’t tell.” He said, then left the room.
Severus sighed. ‘And I wouldn’t regret it.’ He thought, before focusing on the lesson plans he’d been working on when Draco had entered.
*****
“Tomorrow night!” Draco fumed, whirling around with a robe in each hand, holding the crimson one against his chest. “What do you think, Blaise? This one?” He asked, then moved it and held the blue one against him. “Or the blue?”
Blaise rolled his eyes. “I like the red better. The blue makes your eyes look grey. And that makes you look like your father.” He said with a shrug.
Draco wrinkled his nose. “Fine. And it’s crimson, Blaise. Not red. Red is a Gryffindor color.” He corrected.
Blaise waved a hand. “Whatever. Crimson, then. It looks good. Maybe he just didn’t want you to know too soon. He seems to like wrong-footing people, and it’s hard to get anything past you.”
Draco preened in front of his mirror. “Why, thank you, Blaise. I do try to be on top of things. Glad to know it’s working.”
Blaise looked over at the courting bouquet, which had a preservation charm around it. “So, date number two. Still no kissing.” He observed.
Draco sighed. “Yeah. It’s hard. He wants to kiss me, though. And if he did, I wouldn’t tell. Well, I might tell you. And maybe Potter. You two would keep it quiet.” He said with a small smirk.
Blaise snorted. “Yeah, but I have a feeling he’s going to wait until he’s allowed to. The man has amazing control.”
“He does.” Draco agreed. “It’s killing me.” He admitted, then turned back around to smile at Blaise. “But I can handle it for as long as I have to, if I get to keep him in the end.”
“And you’ll definitely get to, so it’s all worth it.” Blaise finished the thought.
Draco nodded. “You know me so well.” He said proudly.
Blaise raised an eyebrow. “Of course I do! Best friends, remember?” He reminded the blond.
“Always.” Draco confirmed, putting the blue robe back in the wardrobe and hanging the crimson one on the outside. “Do you think he’s worth it all? Honestly.”
Blaise blinked. “For you? Certainly. You’ve seen parts of him no one else has, save your father. And even then, he shows more of his facets to you in private than he’s shown to you in front of Lucius. He hides so well, I don’t think anyone else would take the effort to peel away the layers he hides in like you have. And the fact that he’s letting you is also very telling. If he can’t see that you’re perfect for him, he’s blind. And vice versa.”
Draco smiled. “Thank you, Blaise. I’ll let you go hang out with Pansy a bit before bed.” He said.
Blaise stood and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t forget to have fun with the courtship. The memories you’re making with it will be with you all your life, so take advantage.”
Draco nodded. “I fully intend to.”
*****
Draco sat next to Harry at lunch. “Slap me, please.” He said in a hassled tone.
Harry looked at him in shock. “Um, no. Why?” He asked.
Ron sighed in disgust, talking to Hermione and pointedly ignoring Draco’s presence.
“I’m having dinner with Severus tonight, and I can’t seem to stop being nervous about it. He only told me last night, and I haven’t had much time to mentally prepare for it, and it’s driving me mad!” Draco said, then sighed. “I hate not knowing what we’re doing until the day before, and Severus knows, and I’m sure he did this on purpose!”
Harry laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like the sort of thing he’d do.” He agreed.
Draco groaned. “It’s not funny!”
“I think it’s rather cute, actually. As cute as Severus Snape gets, at least.” Hermione said from the other side of Harry.
“’Mione…” Ron moaned, trying to get her attention back.
Hermione continued, “He obviously knows exactly which buttons to push with you, and he’s teasing you by doing this. Like I said, it’s cute.”
Draco scoffed. “Malfoys don’t do cute, and neither does Severus.” He said.
Harry shrugged. “I think he’s trying to. You obviously bring out something in him that no one else does. I think you need to loosen up a bit. And it seems like he agrees.” He said in amusement.
“I really hate you right now.” Draco groused, dishing himself up some food. “Really, I do.”
Harry laughed. “Sure you do. That’s why you’re not moving, right?”
“I’m comfortable here, Potter. Still hating you. Don’t talk to me.” Draco deadpanned.
Harry snorted. “Sure thing.” He said in obvious amusement.
Draco shrugged. “So he thinks I’m too uptight. Who cares? He is, too. If either of us needs to loosen up, it’s him.” Draco said, using his fork to point out Severus, who was sitting at the head table, watching the two submissives.
Severus’ eyes narrowed at the gesture.
Draco smiled brightly at him and waved.
Severus turned his attention to his food.
Harry snorted at the interplay.
Draco chuckled. “He’s going to kill us on Tuesday, you know that, right?” He asked Harry.
Harry shrugged. “I’m used to people trying to kill me. I’ve gotten really good at surviving, no matter what comes my way. He’d have to be something really special to kill me.” He said lightly.
Draco paused to think for a moment, then nodded. “I see your point.”
*****
Draco knocked on the door to Severus’ private quarters and smiled when Severus opened the door.
“Draco. That’s a good color on you.” Severus said in mild surprise.
Draco smiled widely and smoothed his hands down the front of his robe. “Isn’t it lovely?”
Severus chuckled and walked over to the fireplace. “We’re going to The Prancing Dragon.” He told the blond.
“Oh, really?” Draco’s eyes gleamed. “It’s been three years since I’ve gone there!”
Severus nodded. “Too long. I’ll follow you.”
Draco Flooed into the Floo room of the child-friendly pub and waited for Severus.
Severus came through and they walked into the pub, finding a table and sitting.
“I’m getting a Dragon Cocoa. I haven’t had one in so long.” Draco said with an almost childish glee.
Severus smiled at his exuberance. “I think I’ll have one as well. Why is it you always get the same thing here? Every time you come.” He observed.
Draco flushed, smiling sheepishly. “This is the only place they do it right.” He explained.
“I see.” Severus said in obvious amusement.
A server came by and took their orders, then hurried away again. The place was pretty full at dinner time on a Saturday, so they were prepared for a bit of a wait for their food.
“So, I hear you’re studying the Animagus Transformation in Transfiguration right now.” Severus said.
Draco nodded. “Yes. I might actually want to learn it sometime. Are you an Animagus?” He asked Severus.
Severus smirked. “I never learned the transformation itself, but I know what my form would be if I did. I went that far. A raven.” He said.
Draco raised a brow. “Why didn’t you attempt the spell, if you went that far already?” He asked.
Severus shrugged. “I was merely curious. I’m happy with the form I’m in. If you want to learn the spell, perhaps I’ll take that last step as well.”
“With as much as you like to fly, you’d think a raven would be the perfect form for you. After finding you have such a form, one would think you’d take advantage of it.” Draco commented.
“I didn’t join the Quidditch team either, even though I would have made a decent Seeker. Just because one can do something doesn’t automatically mean they will do it, or should.” Severus said calmly.
Their drinks arrived. Draco watched the minute flames on top of the marshmallows as they fizzled out one by one. The marshmallows were toasted perfectly by the flames, and Draco blew across the top before taking a sip, having learned long ago that if you didn’t do so, the marshmallows would be just a touch too hot for one’s mouth to handle.
The chilies in the cocoa gave it quite a kick, and Draco hummed in appreciation, licking his lips after his drink. “Delicious. Like I said, they only do it right here. Nowhere else adds quite enough chilies to it. It’s supposed to be hot with a kick.” He said definitively, taking another sip.
Severus took a sip of his drink and was surprised again by the amount of spice the chilies added to the drink. He was never quite prepared for it, no matter how many times he had it. That and the fact that it was made spicier at this particular pub than anywhere else he’d had the cocoa.
Draco grinned. “I know, Sev. You don’t like spicy things all that much, but you have to admit, it is good.” He drawled in amusement.
Severus smiled wryly for a brief moment. “It is, but there’s a reason I only come here for you.” He said. “I like my taste buds in working order, thank you very much.”
Draco laughed. “Oh, it’s not that hot.” He disagreed.
Severus’ lips twitched. “Perhaps not, but I prefer to not subject my mouth to it as often as you do. It’s a wonder you can taste anything at all.”
“I can taste just fine. You taste fine, as well.” Draco pointed out impishly.
“I’m sure I do, but you stole that kiss without permission.” Severus reminded him. “Brat.” He added with a smile.
Draco grinned. “You liked it, and if I recall correctly, you ended up kissing me back, just as desperately as I was kissing you.”
Severus shrugged. “I had just been doused with an aphrodisiac, and I was bombarded by your pheromones, as well. Any hot-blooded male would have done the same.”
“Well, I’m certainly glad it was you.” Draco said smugly. “I don’t want anyone else kissing me.”
Their food came and they both concentrated on eating for a few moments before Draco spoke again.
“So, about the poem…” Draco began.
“Don’t press me.” Severus said with a smile. “I’m working on it.”
Draco nodded. “I’m patient. You have two more dates before it needs to be completed, after all.” He said.
Severus chuckled. “Eager to see it, are we?” He teased.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “It’s about me, of course I am.” He answered. “I want to know how you really feel about me.”
A slow smile curved Severus’ lips. “I find you beautiful and tantalizing and far too enticing a prospect for one such as me. Why are you so determined to have me, when you could have anyone you wanted?”
“That’s exactly why.” Draco told him honestly. “I could have anyone, easily. With the Malfoy money, the way I look, how politically savvy my father raised me to be, it would be all too easy to find someone that wanted me. But you don’t care about any of that.” He smirked. “Okay, maybe you like my looks, but then again, who can blame you? I like my looks, too.” He joked, running a hand through his hair. “You just see me. With all my flaws and imperfections, and you’ve always been there for me regardless of whether or not I deserved to have your backing. Plus, you’re hot.” Draco added with a saucy smirk at Severus.

Severus flushed. “You don’t need to flatter me, Draco. I’m already letting myself consider a future with you.” He said.
Draco’s eyes flared. “It’s not flattery, Severus. It’s the truth. You may not be beautiful in the same way that I am, true, but there is definitely something about you that draws one in. If you didn’t push people away so firmly, maybe you’d have already realized it. You have an internal beauty that surpasses any external beauty, and furthermore, it won’t fade with time.”
Severus found himself stunned at the vehemence of Draco’s words, and focused on his food for long moments. When he next chanced a glance upwards, he found Draco smirking at him over his cocoa. “What?!” He snapped, flushing again.
Draco’s smirk widened. “You’re speechless. For once in your life, you have nothing to say. Let me enjoy being the one to bring this unlikely circumstance into reality. I’m sure I won’t be able to do it often.” He said lightly.
Severus narrowed his eyes. Then he shook his head. “Go ahead and enjoy it, by all means. Just don’t expect it to ever happen again.” He said.
Draco chuckled.
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