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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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What’s going on:
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.
On to the chapter!
Draco stood, pulling Harry up along with him. “Room of Requirement. We can’t really bring Harry Potter into the snake pit; he’d likely end up cursed or something.” He said in amusement.
Draco led the way, Harry following along behind, while Pansy and Blaise brought up the rear.
They walked into the room and Harry smiled at the familiar setting. It was the non-house-specific common room he was used to seeing when he and Draco used the room to let their wings out.
Pansy stepped inside and her eyebrows rose appreciatively. “Nice, Draco, very nice.”
Draco shook his head. “I can’t take the credit. Harry’s the one who came up with the place. It’s where we come for Faurae time.” He explained.
Pansy nodded. “Well, then, good work, Potter. Very house neutral. I like it.” She said.
Blaise sat on the couch. “So, who’s first?” He asked.
Draco turned to Harry. “Pansy can go first.” He said.
Pansy nodded and walked over to Harry. “Alright, give me your hand.” She said, holding out her hand.
Harry took her hand. It felt… Like a hand. Then, he felt another sensation underneath the feeling of her warm palm. It felt like rubbing his hand on parchment. He frowned. “Okay, there’s a new feeling.”
Pansy smiled. “You mean you’ve never felt someone’s magic interacting with yours before? Or maybe you’ve only felt it with people who are so compatible with you that you wouldn’t notice it.” She shrugged. “It feels like parchment, Draco. We’re compatible enough. No sand, at least.”
Draco smiled. “Good. Blaise, you’re next.”
Blaise stood and walked up to Harry, taking his hand. Again, Harry felt nothing different from anyone else’s hand for a few moments, then there was a feeling much like fabric under his hand.
Blaise nodded. “Feels like cotton.” He said, dropping Harry’s hand. “That’s enough for the wedding to go off without a hitch.”
Draco smiled. “All right, you all need to be standing closer.” He said, drawing his wand.
Pansy pressed up against Harry’s side, smiling up at him. “Don’t mind me, Dear. It’s just for a few moments.” She explained, while Blaise scooted close to Harry’s other side, their arms brushing together.
“Videre rubinis.” Draco intoned, making a sweeping motion with his wand that encompassed all three of them.
Harry watched in astonishment as they were suddenly surrounded by colors. He looked at his own aura, which was a dark green, then over to Blaise’s, which was a deep purple. He looked over at Pansy, who was blinking in shock at him. Hers was a blood red.
Pansy stepped back and looked him over. “Really?” She looked over at Blaise. “Surprise us, indeed! How did Potter get such a dark aura?” She asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Just get back in it, Pans! I didn’t get a good look at how they interact. We’ll discuss the color after.”
Pansy huffed, but pressed herself against Harry’s side again.
Harry looked to where their auras were overlapping, the colors blending together to make a murky brown. He looked over at Blaise and saw that the same thing was happening on that side as well.
Draco nodded. “Looks good. I guess we won’t have any problems. As to the other, Pansy, you don’t want to know. Besides, we can’t really tell you. And yes, I’m privy to the explanation behind his dark aura.”
Pansy pursed her lips. “We won’t tell.” She said archly.
Draco raised a brow at her. “I know you, Pansy. You’re the biggest gossip in the school.”
“So put me under a lip-locker spell. Come on, you can’t tell me that much and leave it at that! It’s cruel!” She insisted. “Blaise, help me out, here!”
Blaise just shrugged. “It’s up to Harry, really. I suspect it’s his secret.” He said.
Harry turned to Draco. “If you can put her under a spell to keep her from telling, go ahead and tell her. Blaise won’t tell?”
“Blaise doesn’t gossip. He holds on to secrets like a proper Slytherin, waiting until the knowledge is of use to him.” Draco explained, then cast a spell on a scowling Pansy.
Pansy sighed, then smiled. “There, happy? Now explain.”
Draco looked over at Harry. “Potter and I are getting special training, war-related. One of the things we’re learning is how to cast the killing curse. As you know, using a dark curse darkens your aura. He’s used the darkest one. Multiple times by now.” He explained.
Pansy looked at Harry in wide-eyed appreciation. “Wow. I’m impressed, Potter.” She said.
Harry shrugged. “I have to learn it; I’m supposed to kill Voldemort.” Pansy flinched at the name. “Incidentally, where do you stand in the war?” He asked, gaze flicking from her to Blaise.
Pansy rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to join the Death Eaters, so I’ll be running away at the end of the year. I’m moving in with Blaise.” She said. “Mother already knows, and she’ll be sending my things once I let her know I’m there safely. Father will just have to get over it.”
Blaise shrugged. “My mother and I are neutral. Italy is still pretty safe from You-Know-Who, so we’ve been able to stay out of it so far.” He said. “We’re a dark family, but we don’t support Pureblood Supremacy. Plus, Mother reckons he’s mad.”
Harry nodded. “He is.” He said simply.
“Well, now that we’ve had a nice discussion about where everyone stands, Harry, you can go if you want. Pansy and Blaise, go back to the common room. I’ll meet up with you later. I’m going to take some Faurae time now.” Draco said, walking over to the couch and reclining against one arm, putting his feet up on the other side.
Harry shrugged. “I’ll stay with you. I’ve got nothing better to do, and this way, Hermione can’t make me study for N.E.W.T.s. She’s a menace when it comes to studying. She’s running us ragged.” He said, sitting on Draco’s legs.
Pansy and Blaise left, hand-in-hand, whispering to each other.
Draco glared at Harry. “Get off my legs!” He snapped.
Harry grinned at him. “Promise to share the couch?” He asked.
“Yes, you git, just get off!” He said, trying to pull his legs out from under Harry.
Harry stood long enough for Draco to pull his legs back and sit up, letting his wings out as Harry did the same.
“You shouldn’t sit on people. It’s rude.” Draco pointed out.
“So’s taking up the whole couch.” Harry shot back.
Draco sneered at Harry in response. “I’m allowed to be rude once in a while. It’s in the Slytherin handbook.” He said drolly.
Harry snorted. “Well, the Gryffindors have no corresponding rule, so I’m not going to let you get away with it. Sorry.”
“If I actually thought you were, I might believe you. As things stand, I don’t.” Draco said, his wings fluttering behind him.
Harry raised a brow. “What are you doing? You know I’m not susceptible to your pheromones, right?” He asked in amusement.
Draco snorted. “I’m stretching them, Potter. They’ve been cooped up for two days. They need to move.”
Harry shrugged. “Mine feel fine.” He said.
“Yes, well, you aren’t used to having yours out all the time, like I am. I don’t have to keep them hidden at home, since Mother left pretty fast after finding out about my inheritance. It’s just Father and me and the house-elves at home, and the house-elves stay out of sight unless we call for them.” Draco told him. “When you’re used to keeping them out, they get used to being able to move, and then when you have to keep them in, they get restless.”
Harry nodded. “Makes sense.” He allowed.
“Yes, well, don’t flatter yourself; I’d never be interested in you. Even if you happened to be a dominant Faurae that smelled absolutely divine, I only have eyes for Severus.” Draco said archly.
“Wish I had someone.” Harry said moodily, bracing his elbow on his knee and resting his chin in his palm. “It’s hard to watch you and Snape dancing around each other when I have no one.”
Draco patted him on the back consolingly. “You could have someone, you know. My father’s perfectly available. Moreover, he seems interested. Why won’t you look into it?” He asked.
Harry shook his head. “He’s way too out of my league. You know it, I know it. I’m not going to waste my effort when there’s no hope we’d get on. I’d rather not end up trapped in a loveless relationship after the fireworks between us fizzled out, thanks.”
Draco blinked. “Oh. You think the attraction is only physical.” He said softly.
Harry sighed. “Haven’t I been trying to tell you that for the past week or so?”
“I didn’t know exactly what the problem was, because you’ve never put it in quite those words before. Now, I see. I’ll stop trying to push you two together, then.” Draco said.
“Thanks.” Harry replied with a small smile.
Draco grinned. “Don’t mention it. I know what a loveless marriage looks like, and it’s not pretty enough for me to want to see it twice, especially not when my father would be the one suffering through it.”
Harry nodded. “Well, I’m going to head to the library now. Hermione is probably driving Ron spare.” He said in amusement.
Draco waved a hand absently. “Have fun.” He said.
*****
Draco was lying on his bed, having just come out of a shower, debating which pajamas he wanted to wear. Green or grey? Both of them looked really good on him, but he wasn’t going to be doing any fashion shows, at any rate.
He sat up. Green it was.
As he was opening his wardrobe, a house-elf popped into the room. Draco recognized it as the one Severus had recently inherited along with Prince Manor when his grandfather had died.
“Pippy is to be giving this to Master Draco!” The house-elf said, holding out a folded parchment to him.
Draco took it, smiling. “Excellent. Tell your Master thank you from me.” He said, getting his pajamas out and setting them on the bed.
Pippy left with a small pop.
Draco dressed quickly, and opened the parchment. As he’d suspected, it was the poem he’d been waiting for.
He read it, his eyes greedily devouring the words.
I've helped you to grow,
From young boy to man,
And I have seen the power,
You hold in your hand.
Only the once,
Have I tasted your kiss.
To taste that sweetness again,
Is my fondest wish.
I’ve known you all of your life,
Draco, you know this is true,
And I see your devotion to me,
In your eyes of clearest blue.
Such trust has been granted,
Leaving me gasping in awe.
I must strive to be worth it,
With every breath that I draw.
Every word that falls,
From your lips of pale pink,
Makes me realize anew,
You are not as I think.
The boy I once knew,
Is evident no more.
In his place is a man,
I could come to adore.
In closing, I must say,
If you allow me to try,
I will do my best to be worthy,
Of your love, by and by.
Draco smiled brightly. He’d have to break Severus of his habit of undermining his own worth, but otherwise the poem was lovely.
He rushed out of his room and called Blaise over, dragging him into the room. “Look!” He shoved the poem into Blaise’s hands. “My poem!” He said reverently.
Blaise blinked. “If he knew you were letting me read it, he’d likely kill us both.” He said, reading the written words quickly.
Draco snorted. “He wouldn’t kill me. You, on the other hand, might be expendable.” He allowed.
“Wow. He really cares for you.” Blaise said, handing the poem back.
Draco smiled widely. “I love him. I know I haven’t said that in quite those words before, but it’s true. Do…” He bit his lip, looking uncertain. “Do you think I should tell him so, or should I wait? I don’t want him to say it back just because he feels he has to. I’d never want that.” He said.
Blaise shrugged. “I don’t know. You know him better than I do. Do you think he’d feel the need to reciprocate if you told him?”
“No.” Draco said after a few moments. “He’ll know that I just want to tell him.”
“Then I say go for it. It’s best to let him know where you stand, and who knows? Maybe he feels the same already, and is just waiting for you to say it first.” Blaise said with a smile.
Draco snorted. “I highly doubt that, but he might tell me just how close he is to feeling the same, which would be helpful.”
Blaise slapped him on the back. “So you’ve got nothing to lose, and quite a bit to gain. Best do it before you talk yourself out of it.” He advised.
Draco smiled. “Early tomorrow morning, then. I should get to sleep now, or I won’t be able to get up in time to tell him before he heads to breakfast.” He said, opening the door and pushing Blaise out of his room.
When the door slammed shut behind him, Blaise chuckled softly.
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