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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 opened the door and walked into the Potions classroom, taking note of the box on the desk. “Spiders again?” He asked.
Severus raised a brow. “Indeed. The forbidden forest holds so many that the ones I am procuring will hardly be missed.” He said.
Draco sighed and rolled his shoulders. “Right. So, three?” He asked, peering into the box.
“Unless, by some freak occurrence, you can manage four.” Severus said calmly.
“I doubt it, but I’ll try.” Draco said, standing in front of the box.
Severus watched his face as he prepared to cast the curse.
Hatred and anger flared in his eyes, his brow furrowed, and he gritted his teeth, lips pinching together sharply. He hissed out the curse, and one of the spiders was dead. Without missing a beat, Draco killed another one. Sweat began to break out on his brow, but he ignored it, and spoke the curse again. His wand hand began to tremble and he tried for one more, but all he produced was a faint green dribble of light.
Severus moved behind him just in time to catch him as his legs gave out.
“I seem to be making a habit of swooning into your arms. I’m rather lucky you’re always there to catch me.” Draco said softly, eyes closing.
“Brat.” Severus said fondly. “I’ll always be there to catch you when you fall, circumstances permitting. It’s always been my duty to watch over you.”
Draco sighed. “I would hope it’s more than just a duty by now.”
Severus brushed a kiss over his forehead. “My duty has become my pleasure of late.” He amended.
Draco smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.” He said, as Severus sat him in his chair. He opened his eyes, then closed them with a groan. “The room is spinning. Make it stop.” He begged, closing his eyes again.
Severus summoned a vial and squeezed a drop of the potion inside into the dropper. “Open your mouth.” He said.
Draco opened his mouth and Severus let one drop fall onto his tongue.
Draco’s eyes shot open, and he gasped, sitting straight up. “Wow! What was that?!” He asked. “I feel like I could cast a million killing curses right now!” He said eagerly.
Severus chuckled. “The effect will fade within twenty minutes. It’s a rejuvenating potion I’ve been experimenting with, but so far I have been unable to make the effects long-lasting. That should give you enough time to get to bed before you collapse again. I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow, My Brat.”
Draco smiled at the name, which he knew to be an endearment, of sorts, and stood, brushing a kiss over Severus’ cheek. “See you then, Sev.” He said happily, then left the room.
*****
Draco looked up as Vinculum landed in front of him. He took the letter and opened it, feeding the owl some bacon distractedly as he read it.
So, another date tomorrow. Dress robes again.
He smiled. This would be date number three, and after the next, he’d be allowed to kiss his suitor again. He couldn’t wait for their first mutual, non-aphrodisiac-induced kiss.
Vinculum flew away and Blaise raised an eyebrow. “Another date?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “He still doesn’t seem inclined to tell me where we’re going beforehand, but it’s not that important. Anywhere I go with him is good for me. It’s all about the company, not the location. I’m to meet him in Hogsmeade.”
“Getting closer. Think you might be in time for a Christmas wedding?” Pansy asked in interest.
Draco shrugged. “If he keeps up this pace, we might be. I’d like that. Aside from the beginning of summer, winter is my favorite time of year.”
Blaise smiled and rolled his eyes. “And we all know why you like the beginning of summer best, don’t we?”
“I’m allowed to like my birthday.” Draco said mildly, grinning.
“Of course.” Blaise agreed. “I never said you weren’t.”
Pansy smiled. “A Christmas wedding would be lovely, don’t you think, Blaise?” She asked, then sighed. “With the snow, and the Malfoy Manor gardens all lit up with fairy lights!”
Draco raised a brow. “If we even have the wedding at the Manor. We might not. Severus might want to get married here, and I’d be willing if that’s what he wanted.” He pointed out.
Pansy blinked. “You know, you have a point.” She said. “Well, either way, a winter wedding would still be lovely.”
“That’s my new goal: be married by the New Year.” Draco said definitively.
*****
Draco got out of the carriage and looked around. Severus was standing out of the way, in dark green dress robes.
Draco blinked in surprise. He hadn’t been aware that Severus actually owned robes that weren’t black. He walked up to the man and smiled at him. “You look good. I haven’t seen those robes before.” He raised an eyebrow. “They’re not black.” He teased. Severus flushed, and Draco’s mouth fell open.
“I do occasionally wear other colors.” Severus said lowly.
Draco smirked. “I made you blush. I can’t believe it!” He said in triumph.
Severus snorted. “Perhaps I should re-think this. You seem to be regressing, and I have no desire to date a child.”
Draco straightened. “No, you’re not getting out of this. I’m just shocked. It’s not every day I can get Severus Snape to lose his composure like that. Let me enjoy it, hm?” He teased, taking Severus’ arm. “Where are we going?” He asked.
“Guiseppe’s.” Severus answered, walking down the street, heading for the restaurant.
“Ooh, Italian. Sounds good.” Draco reached down and laced his fingers with the Potions Master’s, now that they were out of public view. “Of course, anything sounds good if I’m with you.”
Severus smirked. “Indeed.” He said lowly, drawing his wand and tapping the wall before him three times. “Reservations for Snape.” He said shortly, and the wall opened.
They walked in and were led to a table. The waiter took their orders and hurried away, quickly returning with the wine Severus had ordered.
Draco took a sip of the wine and licked his lips. “Mm.” He smiled at Severus. “I think I know why you brought me here.” He said contemplatively.
Severus raised a brow. “Oh? Do enlighten me, then, Mr. Malfoy.” He challenged.
Draco nodded toward the dancing couples. “I think it was your plan to get me in your arms again, pressed close to you. You’re just forced by the courtship to do it in a socially acceptable way.” He said with a small grin.
Severus smirked at him. “And? If that is my aim? What do you plan to do about it?” He asked the blond.
“Let you, of course. I have no problem with dancing with you. It’ll get you to wrap your arms around me, and in your arms is where I most want to be.” Draco told him.
“For once, we seem to have the same aim.” Severus said, his eyes dancing with mirth.
Their food arrived and they focused on eating for a few moments. Draco watched the dancing couples for a moment, then asked, “What would you have done if I didn’t like to dance?”
Severus chuckled. “Lamented my bad luck and went on with my life. Some things are excusable in a potential partner.” He said lightly.
Draco hummed. “But you’re glad I do like it. I can tell.” He said smugly.
“I am.” Severus confirmed. “I enjoy dancing a great deal. It’s one of the things I taught myself after I moved out of my father’s house.” He admitted. “I’ve always enjoyed it. I find it freeing.”
Draco nodded. He knew a little bit about Severus’ earlier life. Not much, but enough to know that he’d left his father’s house as soon as he was able, and never looked back. He had been told by his father that Severus’ past was painful for the man to look back on, and he instead tried to focus on the present and, whenever possible, the future.
Severus watched Draco’s face for a moment before he sighed. “You’ve never asked about my past. I know you must have questions; you’re a very inquisitive young man, Draco. Why have you never asked any of your questions?” He asked softly.
Draco flushed and began poking at his food with his fork to avoid looking at the man. “My father did tell me that you preferred not to think of the past. That your past was painful for you. So I decided a long time ago not to pry. I figured if you ever wanted me to know about it, you’d tell me.” He said evenly.
“Draco, look at me.” Severus said sternly.
Draco looked up.
Severus was staring at him calmly. “If we’re ever going to raise children together, you deserve to know: my father was a drunk, and abusive to boot. I run the risk of becoming the same way, though so far, I have been able to limit my drinking to the occasional glass of Firewhiskey, or scotch with your father. My father taught me to dislike those that drink to excess, and I have not gone down the same road he did. I was raised in a way that forced me to become a hard, cynical man. I hope that if—when—I have children I can be a better father than my father was before me, but unfortunately, I only have a poor example to show me what not to do, and no good example to offset it.” He sighed. “My mother was kind to me, and often took the brunt of my father’s rages, which is the main reason I do not allow myself to get drunk. I don’t fear for myself as much as I fear for the ones that are close to me. There’s more reason for me to feel that way now than ever before. I’d never forgive myself if I got drunk and ended up hurting you.”
Draco gulped, nodding. “I understand. We’ll work through any issues you may have together, Severus. And I know that you’ll make a wonderful father. You’re not an unkind man to those you care about; or at least, you never were to me. You had a great deal of influence on me growing up, and I couldn’t imagine a better role model. I admire the man you’ve become greatly, Severus. Your past may have shaped you, that’s true, but you’re a good man. In time, you’ll see.” He assured the somber man.
Severus smiled. “Perhaps you’re right.” He allowed, then stood. “Would you like to dance?”
Draco smiled up at him, taking his hand. “I’d love to.”
They walked onto the dance floor and Severus began to lead Draco through the steps of the waltz. Draco pressed closer and sighed in contentment. This was exactly what he wanted. To hold Severus, to be held by him, and to let the rest of the world cease to be while he claimed the Potions Master’s full attention.
Severus smiled down at Draco, marveling at the fact that the young man in his arms truly wanted him, that he’d earned the affections of someone so lovely and innocent. Draco had seen so little of the true ugliness the world could hold, and even with his background, with his father being the Dark Lord’s right-hand man, he’d managed to remain largely untouched by the corruption that the Dark Lord cultivated so carefully.
Severus swore to himself that he’d do his best to protect Draco from the Dark Lord. He’d certainly want to mark him as soon as school let out, but perhaps Severus could convince him that Draco was better off serving another purpose. He smirked inwardly. He’d have to come up with a viable plan, but he could surely keep Draco out of the madman’s clutches.
Draco looked up at Severus. “I wish you could kiss me.” He said quietly.
Severus smiled. “Soon, Draco. Very soon. Don’t rush things. After one more date, you’ll get all the kisses you could possibly want.” He promised.
Draco huffed. “But no more than that.” He muttered.
Severus chuckled. “There will be time for more after we are married.” He told the blond.
Draco nodded. “I suppose. I wish we were already married, though.”
Severus’ arms tightened. ‘I wish we didn’t have to wait as well, but I can savor the waiting for a little longer yet.’ He thought in contentment.
*****
Draco was waiting by the doors of the Great Hall Sunday morning when Harry, Ron and Hermione came down for breakfast.
“Hello, Granger, Weasley. Do you mind if I borrow Harry for a while?” He asked politely.
Hermione cocked her head to the side. “No, I don’t mind, but why do you want to?” She asked.
Draco smiled at her winningly. “I feel it’s past time that he meet Pansy and Blaise, as my friend rather than as just another Gryffindor. Proper introductions must be made.” He said simply.
Ron scowled. “Why does he need to get to know them?” He asked.
“Well, because I’m probably going to ask him to stand with me at my wedding to Severus, and he should know the other two people I’m going to give that honor to before the time comes.” Draco told him. “They won’t hurt him, and I’ll return him in the same condition I’m taking him in.” He promised with a hint of humor.
“It’s fine, Ron. I’ll meet up with you two later, okay?” Harry asked.
Hermione and Ron nodded, albeit grudgingly on Ron’s part, and Harry walked over to the Slytherin table, sitting next to Draco.
“Hello, Potter. I see Draco managed to get you away from your house for once.” Pansy said evenly. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d lower yourself to sit with us.”
Draco scowled at her. “Pansy, try to hold your tongue. Potter’s not used to your pre-coffee attitude, and you’re giving us a bad name.” He said firmly.
Pansy just huffed and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Sorry, she’s a real piece of work in the mornings.” Draco said, rolling his eyes.
Harry just shrugged and loaded his plate. “So, what does standing with you at your wedding entail, exactly? And aren’t you supposed to only pick boys for that?”
Draco blinked at him. “No. They can be either gender. I’m assuming Muggles do it differently?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “Yeah. The man picks groomsmen and the woman picks bridesmaids. Why doesn’t gender matter for Wizarding weddings?” He asked in interest. This was a topic he had no experience with, and he wanted to know as much about it as he could.
Draco snorted. “It’s not gender that matters so much as magical compatibility. That’s why you need to get to know them first. There are certain tests that will indicate whether or not your magic is compatible enough with theirs for me to use you as one of my people. If it’s not, I won’t use you. Pansy and Blaise can’t be cast aside, they’re my best friends. But I want you to be my third, if you’re compatible.” He explained.
“Are you sure they’re compatible?” Harry asked.
“They’ve been together for two years, Potter.” Draco said in obvious amusement. “If they weren’t magically compatible, they never would have made it so far. Pansy and I broke up soon after we started dating, not only because I never really had an interest in her, because I did try, but because we weren’t compatible enough to make it work. Every time we held hands, our magic made it feel as though there were sand between our hands. It felt gritty, which is a sure sign that the compatibility just wasn’t there. There are ways to try and force compatibility, but neither of us was that set on the other as a prospective partner.”
“Oh.” Harry ate for a few moments, thinking, then asked: “What does it feel like when you have compatible magic?”
Draco and Pansy both smiled. “Silk.” They answered together.
Draco laughed. “When you touch someone with compatible magic to yours and you allow your magic to interact, their magic makes it feel as though you’re running your hand over silk. It’s cool and smooth and it feels wonderful.” He said, his eyes going unfocussed as he smiled dreamily.
Pansy nodded. “And I’m infinitely glad he’s found it for himself.” She said to Harry. “I suppose I have you to thank for that. Draco told us what you did. You have my thanks, Potter.” She added, holding out her hand across the table to him.
Harry took her hand, shaking it. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat. He’s good for Snape, I think. The man needs someone in his life, and Draco seems to really care for him.” He said.
Draco sighed. “Not that Severus lets his magic out to interact with mine often, but he’s danced with me, and it’s hard to hold back one’s magic for an entire dance. I know we’re compatible now. I had hoped, of course, but there were no guarantees.” He said happily.
“So, how are we supposed to test if we have compatible enough magic?” Harry asked.
“There are a number of ways, but the ones I plan to use are the most simple: you’ll let your magic interact with each other’s through your hands, and use the feeling as a guide, and then we’ll take a look at your auras and see if they interact well. If your auras can meld where they overlap—which does involve you standing in close proximity to both Pansy and Blaise, sorry—then we’ll know that you’re magically suited to being my third person.” Draco explained.
Harry nodded. “And if they don’t?” He asked.
Draco shrugged. “Then you’ll still get an invite to the wedding, you just won’t be part of it.” He said lightly.
“I think he’ll surprise you.” Blaise said quietly, eyeing Harry.
Harry turned to him. “Oh, so you do talk! I had wondered.” He said in amusement.
Blaise shrugged. “I talk when I have something to say.” He said mildly.
Draco smiled. “He’s the strong, silent type.” He joked. “He’s also pretty trustworthy with things like this. His mother is a sensitive, and Blaise seemed to inherit a touch of that. He’s pretty insightful when it comes to magical compatibilities and people’s hidden talents.”
Pansy nodded. “Well, if we’re all done here-“
Everyone nodded.
“-then it’s time for us to head somewhere quiet and get the testing underway. Where shall we go, Draco Dear?” She asked.
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