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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 left the common room and stopped by the door to Severus’ private rooms, hoping he’d find the man still there.
After a few moments, Severus opened the door, dressed in black trousers and a white, button-down shirt. He arched a brow at Draco, the faintest trace of a flush tinting his cheeks.
Draco smiled brightly at him. “I love you. I just thought you should know.” He said.
Severus smiled a bit and raised his hand to run his fingers over the curve of Draco’s cheek. “I know you do. I am coming to care very much for you, and soon, I am sure that my feelings will match yours. You are a singular young man, Draco, and I am lucky to have you.” He said, dropping his hand. “If you would like to come in for a moment, I will accompany you to breakfast.” He offered, stepping back.
Draco stepped in and took a seat on the couch, watching the man as he pulled on his teaching robe and began to button it. “I’ve had dreams that feature that particular robe, you know.” He mused.
Severus looked up at him, fingers stilling. “Oh?” He asked, one brow raised.
“Yes.” Draco smirked. “Of course, the dream usually starts with you in that robe before I undo each and every button to find that you’re wearing nothing underneath.” He finished, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
“I see.” Severus finished buttoning the robe, hiding his twitching lips from view behind the curtain of his hair. “Perhaps you will show me someday exactly what happens in these dreams after you discover how little I am wearing.”
Draco’s smirk widened. “Oh, I’m planning on it. Once we’re married, I have several dreams I want to act out with you. I’m almost certain you’ll enjoy them all.”
Severus smiled. “So, you have finally decided to wait until we are married? I am pleased to hear it.” He said, finishing his buttoning and smoothing his hands down the front of his robe.
“For that particular dream, yes.” Draco answered. “Since I can’t have sex with you until after the wedding. But there are other things we can do that aren’t strictly against the rules-“
“No, Draco.” Severus’ voice was firm, but when his eyes met Draco’s, there was humor shining in the black orbs. “You can wait.” He told the blond.
Draco pouted. “What if I don’t want to? It’s not against the rules for me to perform fella-“
“No.” Severus interrupted. “Not that I am not tempted, but it is against school rules, and I must abide by them. You must, as well. Let’s go.” He said, walking over to Draco and holding out a hand.
Draco took his hand and stood, entwining their fingers. “Are you going to hold my hand all the way to the Great Hall?” He asked in surprise.
Severus smiled. “Do you want me to?” He asked lowly.
Draco nodded. “Yes! Merlin, yes!” He answered enthusiastically.
Severus opened the door and led Draco down the hall toward the stairs. “Then I suppose I will. After all, it is not entirely inconceivable that I may wish to stake my claim upon you. If I do not, someone else may try to steal you away from me.”
Draco grinned. “No one would succeed. You’re the only one I want.” He said, pressing close to Severus’ side.
Severus smiled proudly as they walked in companionable silence.
When they got to the Great Hall, Draco found Pansy and Blaise already sitting at the Slytherin table. Severus stopped by it and lifted Draco’s hand to his lips, kissing it lightly before turning and walking toward the Head Table.
Draco smiled beatifically and sat down across from his friends, both of whom were looking at him in slight shock.
“I’ve never seen our Head of House act like that!” Pansy said, then cocked her head. “That was Severus Snape, right? Not someone Polyjuiced into him?” She checked.
Draco laughed. “Of course it was him, Pansy. He’s almost in love with me now. He’s really letting himself fall for me. Isn’t it wonderful?” He asked her.
Pansy smiled at him. “It really is. I’m very happy for you both. You both deserve it.” She said.
“Be careful, though. I get the feeling that with him, a single misstep would mean the end of everything.” Blaise warned.
Draco nodded. “I’ll watch out for any mistakes I may make, and hopefully I’ll see them before they happen and be able to avoid them. Although, I would hope if I do something wrong, he’d give me at least a second chance.” He said, biting his lip.
“Draco, Darling, stop abusing your lip. You’ve done nothing wrong thus far, and I doubt you will. You know him well enough to know what he’ll allow and when enough is enough. You’ll be fine.” Pansy said firmly.
Draco nodded resolutely and turned his attention to his breakfast.
*****
Lucius smiled in satisfaction, waking Draco first, then Harry. They had lasted one and a half hours before he had brought down Draco, and Harry had held his own for almost another thirty minutes before Lucius got in a well-placed sleeping hex and he crumpled, snoring softly.
“You two did better. Draco, you can’t rely solely on Harry to cover you, he has to be able to defend himself as well. Don’t lean so much on him.” Lucius advised.
Draco scowled and huffed. “Yes, Father.” He groused.
“Harry, I’m impressed, but you got tired and started making small mistakes near the end, leaving yourself open to my attack. You’ll need to curb that tendency. It will only get you hurt in a battle situation.” He told the brunet.
Harry nodded. “Okay, Sir. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Lucius smiled. “All in all, I think we’ve had a very productive evening. You two did very well.”
Harry smiled. “I think we make a pretty good team. Don’t we, Draco?” He asked, looking over at the blond with a wide smile.
Draco didn’t look nearly as enthused. “Yeah, sure. I hurt. I just want to curl up and go to bed now.” He drawled, looking at Lucius entreatingly. “Can we go?”
“It wasn’t all that bad.” Harry said consolingly.
Draco blinked at him. “You were snoring when Father revived me. Unlike you, I was stunned. I didn’t get a nap.” He snarked.
Harry laughed. “Yeah, well, I suppose we could both do with some rest. That was a good duel, though. You’re really talented, Sir.” He said to Lucius with a wide smile.
Lucius returned the smile. “Enough practice will do that. You’re getting quite good yourself. Now, the two of you do need to get some sleep. Go back to your dormitories, and I’ll see you both in class tomorrow.”
Harry and Draco left, chatting quietly until they had to part ways.
Harry walked the rest of the way to Gryffindor Tower silently, thinking of how Lucius had looked during the duel, flushed with exertion and determined to bring his opponent down. He was attractive, almost heart-breakingly so, but Harry couldn’t afford to let the man in when they’d have nothing to offer each other but a few nights’ worth of pleasure. The relationship would go nowhere, and Harry knew he wanted more than that from the person he chose to be his first. Even if the relationship ended with a break-up, he wanted to have the hope of a future to look forward to, and with Lucius Malfoy it just wasn’t possible. But that didn’t mean Harry couldn’t admire the man from afar.
*****
Draco sat next to Harry, smiling. “I have something to show you. I can’t show you here, though.” He said, flicking his eyes up to the Head Table.
Harry grinned. “Is it what I think it is?”
“Probably.” Draco confirmed.
“Can’t wait to see it.” Harry said, excited. “Meet me in the Room of Requirement during lunch?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “I’ll be there.” He said, dishing himself up some breakfast. “Feeling ready for tonight’s lesson?” He asked quietly.
“I suppose so. Not really looking forward to it, because, honestly, who would?” Harry gave a mock shudder. “But yeah, I guess I’m as ready as I’m going to be.”
Draco smirked. “I’m looking forward to it.” He said. Harry shook his head with a smile. “Of course you are. After all, you don’t go to Potions anymore, so you don’t get to see Snape much outside of these lessons.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Am I really that transparent?” He asked.
“Only to me.” Harry assured him.
Draco shook his head. “Well, thank Merlin for small mercies, I guess.” He muttered.
Harry laughed.
*****
Harry sat on the couch, waiting for Draco.
The blond came through the door, panting heavily, and smiled. “Hi.” He wheezed, then held up a hand and paused to catch his breath.
Harry waited patiently, watching Draco as his breathing slowed and he straightened, brushing off his robes.
Draco walked over to the couch and sat facing Harry, letting his wings come out to flutter slowly behind him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of parchment. “It’s not the original; I made a copy of it.” He explained, handing it to Harry. “Well, go on!” He said eagerly.
Harry took the parchment and opened it, reading it.
Draco sat watching him with a bright smile on his face. When Harry finished and looked up at him in shock, the smile brightened. “Lovely, isn’t it?” He asked.
“Wow. He really cares for you.” Harry said in mild surprise.
Draco scowled. “Of course he does! He’s the one person I could always go to when I had a problem, even if it was something I couldn’t go to Father about—actually, especially then—and he’s always had my best interests in mind!”
Harry handed the parchment back. “There’s no need to yell at me. I was just a little surprised to find proof that Severus Snape is actually human.” He said with some amusement.
“Faurae, actually.” Draco corrected him. “We’re a step above mere humans.”
Harry grinned. “Right. You’ll have to forgive my slip of the tongue.”
Draco waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, you’re forgiven.”
“Prat.” Harry said, rolling his eyes. “So, how much longer is the courtship supposed to go on?”
“Well, we have to go on one more date before we’re allowed to kiss, after which the restriction will end, and then there’s a weekend get-away, when we’ll test our compatibility in the bedroom-“
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
“By sleeping in the same bed, Potter!” Draco said firmly. “Get your mind out of the gutter. It’s to test that we can sleep well together; we’re not allowed to have sex until the wedding night.” He finished.
Harry flushed, but nodded. “Right. Sorry, I have no idea what I was thinking.”
Draco snickered. “That’s a lie, and we both know it.”
Harry laughed. “You’re right. I really should have known better, though. If sex was involved, it wouldn’t be a proper courtship for a teacher and student to engage in.”
“Certainly not.” Draco agreed. “Although there are no rules against hand jobs, or fellatio, or frottage-“
“What or what?” Harry asked, frowning.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Frottage, from the French frotter, meaning ‘to rub.’ I’m sure you can imagine what that is.” He said dryly.
Harry nodded. “And the other one?”
Draco smirked. “Fellatio, also known as a ‘blow job.’ Certainly you’ve heard of that by now?”
Harry flushed beet-red. “Er, yeah.” He said lamely.
Draco sighed. “I offered to suck him off already, but he turned me down. More’s the pity. I’m certain that if he smells so good, he must taste absolutely exquisite.”
“Do you have to talk about doing that with Snape in front of me?!” Harry asked, slapping his hands over his ears. “I’m going to be scarred by the mental images!”
Draco raised a brow. “I hate to point it out, Harry, but you’re already scarred.” He said, pointing to the Gryffindor’s forehead.
Harry dropped his hands and scowled. “Oh, ha ha. Very witty.” He shot back.
Draco smirked. “Why, thank you. I do try.” He said smugly.
“Anyway, what happens after the weekend get-away?” Harry asked.
Draco shrugged. “It varies, really. There can be more dates if the couple is still unsure that they’ll suit, but when we decide we’re ready to bond, I’ll wear a sheath to a public place—most likely the Great Hall, it’s public enough to suit our purposes—and Severus will bring a dagger. He’ll publically claim me as his own by putting his dagger in my sheath, and then the rest is up to me. I have to set the date for the wedding and either make or buy our wedding robes. There’s a lovely shop in France I’m sure Father will be willing to take me to. And then, we get married, and I’ll finally be able to claim him and be claimed.” He finished with a smile.
Harry nodded. “That seems simple enough. When do you think you’ll be married?”
“If things keep going at this pace, I’m hoping for a Christmas wedding.” Draco said smugly.
“And you want me to be involved?” Harry checked.
“Mm-hm.” Draco confirmed, smirking. “You, Pansy and Blaise will be there to stand with me and bless the union. You have to truly believe that Severus and I will suit for your blessing to actually take effect, though. Can you promise me that you do really believe it?” He asked, staring at Harry intently.
Harry blinked. “Yeah. Uhm, how do I bless the union?”
Draco licked his lips. “It’s a nonverbal spell that few ceremonies actually call for, but all Purebloods learn it when they reach their seventeenth birthday. Learning how to give a blessing is the last step to becoming an adult in the Wizarding World. The incantation is ‘benedictionem,’ and the wand is held straight up, pointed into the air above the person you intend to bless. If you’d like, you can practice it on me. The blessing is active for three days, and it increases luck, fertility and fortune in all endeavors for that time, unless it’s used at a wedding or naming ceremony, when it will strengthen the spells cast on the party or parties involved in the ceremony.” He explained.
Harry sighed. “Since I tend to take more than one try for nonverbal spells, I might as well take advantage of the chance to practice it. You won’t abuse my blessing, will you?” He checked warily.
Draco grinned. “I might use it to make another pass at Severus, but I promise I won’t do anything past that. The added luck aspect might make me successful this time.” He said with a leer.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s try it, then.” He raised his wand and pointed it upward, aiming it just over Draco’s head, and thought, ‘benedictionem.’ Nothing happened, and he looked at Draco questioningly.
Draco shook his head. “When it works, it’ll produce a shower of silver sparks that will rain gently down on the blessed party. You’ll see proof that it worked.” He told the brunet.
“Alright.” Harry tried again. This time, a shower of silver sparks came out of his wand and drifted down over Draco’s head.
Draco shivered in reaction. “Hm. That felt interesting.” He said.
Harry laughed. “Well at least it worked.” He said in relief.
“You’re not all that bad at nonverbal spells. You do have some potential, though you hide it well.” Draco teased.
Harry flushed. “I always seem to have some trouble with nonverbal casting.”
Draco shrugged. “It’s not as easy as casting aloud. Besides, the blessing is one either you’re good at, or not. I had to try five times before I was able to cast it. You’re an example of someone who’s good at it, so don’t be upset that you had to try twice.” He advised.
“Really?” Harry grinned. “Well, that’s encouraging, at least.”
“Now, we should head down while there’s still time during lunch to get something to eat.” Draco said, getting up and stretching.
Harry nodded. “Right. I’ll see you later for our lesson with Snape.” He said, heading out of the room.
“See you then.” Draco said, letting his wings flap a few more times before he had to hide them again.
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