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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 walked into the room and smiled at his suitor. “Hey.” He said.
Severus looked up from the essays he was marking. The box of spiders was already waiting. “Draco.” He grabbed his wand and cast ‘tempus.’ “You’re early.” He remarked in mild surprise.
Draco nodded. “I wanted to talk to you before Harry got here.” He explained. “I wanted to ask if you wouldn’t... Possibly... Reconsider your view on stretching the courtship rules? I just want you so badly, and I don’t want to wait so long when it’s not strictly against the rules to just have a little taste of what we’ll be getting ourselves into.”
Severus sighed and put his quill down, folding his hands in front of him. “Draco, I care for you very deeply, but the things you are asking me to do... I am not ready to do them with you, as of yet.” He explained patiently.
Draco raised a brow. “You’re not ready.” He repeated dully. “What does that even mean? When will you be ready?” He asked.
Severus closed his eyes. “This is hard for me to admit, so please don’t make me repeat it, and please keep it to yourself: I have yet to take a lover, though I have educated myself on all things worldly. I long ago resolved to only lie with someone I loved, and no one has been let into my heart to the extent that I would allow them into my bed. You have come the closest, and I am willing to admit that you will most likely earn my love, in short order. But I will do nothing with you, against the rules or not, until I love you.” He said softly, then opened his eyes to meet Draco’s shocked blue. “Please don’t ask me again, Draco. You are sorely tempting, but it is simply too soon for me.”
Draco licked his lips. “I never knew. I’ll stop asking. Only, when you are ready, will you tell me? Even if it’s before we’re done with the courtship?” He asked softly.
Severus smiled. “Of course I will tell you when my feelings for you have reached that point, Draco. Trust me, you will be the first person I tell.” He promised.
Draco smiled. “Thank you.” He knew that it was Harry’s blessing at work that had prompted Severus to give him the reasoning behind his reticence.
“Come here.” Severus invited, pushing his chair back a bit and opening his arms.
Draco rushed forward, eagerly seating himself on Severus’ lap and feeling the man’s arms wrap around his waist.
“I know you thought me worldly, and I will not lie, I am. I am merely unpracticed.” Severus told the blond.
Draco nodded, his head pressed against Severus’ chest, hearing the reassuring steady cadence of his heartbeat. “I know. It’s surprising, but I don’t mind it. I’m actually a bit honored to know that we’ll only know each other. It seems fitting, really.” He said softly.
Severus chuckled. “Indeed?”
Draco’s lips curved into a smug smile, knowing that Severus would hear it in his voice, and continued; “At least this way, I don’t have to scratch anybody’s eyes out for having seen you first.”
Severus laughed deeply. “That would be a sight to see; you defending my honor with your nails alone.”
Draco raised his head and grinned. “I could do it. Do you doubt me?” He teased.
“Not at all.” Severus answered, brushing a chaste kiss over his cheek. “But I prefer you this way, calm and content, rather than bloodthirsty.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Just remember that I have the capacity for great violence within me, though I may not show it for long periods of time.” He warned.
Severus smiled. “I’ll keep it in mind, My Brat. Now, stand up. Potter should be here soon, and I’d rather he not catch us like this.”
Draco stood with a smile. “Don’t want to be seen as human by your most detested student?” He asked teasingly.
Severus raised a brow. “No, I do not. It’s better if he fears and respects me.”
Draco snorted. “I don’t think he’s feared you for some time, but surely you already know that he respects you. How could he not?”
“I suppose we’ll never know.” Severus said with a small smile.
A knock was heard, and Draco stepped away from Severus as the man called out, “Enter.”
Harry walked into the room, closing the door behind him and letting his wings out as he looked first at Draco, then Severus. “I’m not, er, interrupting, am I?” He asked.
“No, we were just talking. So, time to kill some spiders.” Draco said resolutely.
Harry sighed. “Let’s get this over with.” He said in resignation.
*****
“You may go back to your dormitory.” Severus told Harry. “I will keep Draco here until he is recovered.” He said, looking over the wan blond who was sitting behind the desk.
Harry nodded and left.
Severus sighed and walked over to run his fingers through Draco’s hair. “Why did you push yourself so hard, Draco? What was the point of that?” He asked softly.
Draco looked up at him and smiled tiredly. “I killed all five of them.” He said.
Severus chuckled. “You did, but now you’re utterly worn out. Four would have been progress enough for you. Just because you’re taking a bit longer to expand your core does not make you any less than Potter.”
“I don’t want to take longer. He’s not.” Draco pointed out.
“Purebloods on the whole tend to be more gentle of disposition than others, but that’s not always a bad thing.” Severus told him.
Draco sighed. “I know. I understand that, really, I do, but I want to keep up with him. Why should I hold us up? I can push myself a little, it won’t kill me.”
Severus raised a brow at him. “Do you despise our private lessons so much?” He asked.
Draco shook his head. “No, I love spending time alone with you, you know that! But I feel like I’m holding us back and making this take longer for no good reason.”
“Not killing yourself is a perfectly good reason, Draco.” Severus chided.
Draco flushed. “I’m not going to kill myself. Stop being so melodramatic.”
Severus dropped to one knee beside Draco. “There’s no need to push yourself so hard. We can afford to take a little time yet.”
Draco sighed. “Fine, I won’t do that again.”
Severus got up and retrieved the small vial of rejuvenating potion and brought it over. “Open your mouth.”
Draco opened his mouth and allowed Severus to place a drop of the potion on his tongue. He hummed and stood, brushing a kiss over the man’s cheek. “Thank you, Sev. I’ll see you around, then.”
“Expect an owl from me tomorrow morning.” Severus told him.
Draco’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that sounds promising.”
Severus smiled. “Get to bed, Brat.”
“Of course, Sir.” Draco replied with a smirk, then left.
Severus vanished the box, shaking his head. Draco was certainly pushing himself, but with Potter’s progress his only measure for his own, that was hardly surprising. The Gryffindor’s core was expanding much more rapidly than Draco’s could, and the blond wanted desperately to keep up. ‘It may be time to have Lucius talk to him.’ Severus conceded.
*****
Draco looked up from his breakfast as the post came in and Vinculum headed toward him. He smiled and took the letter from the owl, feeding him a bit of bacon.
Vinculum flew off again, and Draco opened the letter. “Ooh, our last date!” He said excitedly.
Pansy smiled at him. “Looking forward to kissing him?” She teased.
“Oh, I’ve kissed him before, during the summer. But that was only due to an accident. I’m looking forward to being allowed to do it, and getting more than one, yes.” Draco answered.
Pansy raised an eyebrow. “Really? Is he a good kisser, then?” She asked.
Draco smiled. “Brilliant. All that intense focus directed at you, it’s a heady thing.” He told her.
Blaise grinned at him. “Was it as good as you’d hoped?” He asked.
“Better than.” Draco confirmed. “He tastes delicious, and I can’t wait to get more. After this date, I’m going to take every opportunity that presents itself to get his mouth on mine.”
Pansy sighed. “I miss kissing.” She mourned, pushing her eggs around with her fork.
Blaise chuckled. “It was your own choice, Love.” He reminded her.
Pansy looked at him and smiled. “I know. And I’m glad we’re courting. I told Mother, and she supports us. She’s said she’s told Father I’m courting, but she won’t tell him who it is unless he swears under the Unbreakable Vow to not send the Dark Lord after your family or tell him who I’m courting. So we’ll be safe from him for a while yet.”
Blaise nodded. “Good. You mother’s a smart woman.”
Pansy smirked. “I get my brain from her, you know.” She told him.
“I can tell. Your Father’s a follower, and you’re a leader, as is your mother. You take after her quite a bit, actually.” Blaise mused.
“And don’t you forget it.” Pansy said firmly.
Draco sighed, realizing that Severus had no intention of letting him know where they were going this time either. He’d just said that dress robes were not a requirement, and asked that he dress for comfort.
“What’s all the sighing about, then?” Blaise asked him.
Draco rolled his eyes, passing over the letter. “He’s being secretive again. He always refuses to tell me where we’re going beforehand, but this sounds like it won’t even be out in public, doesn’t it?”
“Maybe he’s taking you somewhere less upscale than he has so far? Notice that he doesn’t say to wear muggle-appropriate clothes, so it’s got to be somewhere Wizarding. Well, just dress comfortable, I guess, like he says.” Blaise suggested, handing the letter back.
Pansy smiled. “He’s enjoying himself, I think. Look.” She nodded toward the Head Table, where Severus sat, smiling faintly in Draco’s direction. When he noticed the three students watching him, he turned and began to speak to Lucius.
Draco huffed. “He probably is.” He agreed, amused despite himself. Severus was pushing every one of his buttons expertly, but he found he just couldn’t honestly stay mad at the man for long.
He turned his attention to his food, mentally going through his clothes at school to decide what he’d wear to his next date.
*****
Harry sat up, blinking, as Lucius moved to revive Draco. “How did we do?” He asked on a yawn. He was feeling drained.
“Very well. Draco lasted a few minutes longer, but together you lasted for two hours. I’m impressed. We may need to bring Severus into these lessons to give you some experience dueling multiple opponents.” Lucius said, holding out a hand to help Harry up.
Draco stood unassisted, swaying a bit. “’M tired.”
Lucius laughed. “I can tell. Your diction is deteriorating.” He told his son in obvious amusement.
Draco sighed. “Can we go to bed now?” He asked, enunciating clearly.
“Mr. Potter may go, but I need to speak with you for a moment, Draco.” Lucius said.
Harry gave Draco a commiserating look and left.
“What did I do this time?” Draco whined, sinking into a chair.
Lucius chuckled. “It’s what you didn’t do that’s the problem.” He said.
Draco sighed. “It always is.”
“Severus tells me you’re pushing yourself too hard in his lessons. You’re not giving your core the proper time it needs to adapt to the new levels of power you need to sustain. Draco, I know you want to keep up with Potter, but you have to learn to accept that there are differences between the two of you. You are a Pureblood, while he is not-“
“Are you seriously going there?! How is that the issue?! He’s getting better faster than me! Not slower!” Draco snapped, then stopped talking at the glare his father was directing at him.
“If you would let me finish,” Lucius hissed, “I was going to remind you how delicate your mother is, and of the fact that you take after her in most matters concerning your physical health, if you’ll recall.”
Draco sighed, then nodded, remembering how he had a tendency to fall ill easier and for longer durations than his friends had. He remembered when the dragon pox had been going around, he’d been laid up in bed for nearly a month, while Pansy and Blaise had only been sick for around two weeks each. “I remember. So that has to do with it?” He asked in resignation.
Lucius nodded. “Your core obviously takes more of its make-up from the Black side of your heritage, though I know you hate admiting that you’re related to them. You need to give yourself time to adapt to the new levels of power. Not giving yourself that time will only hurt you.” He said, kneeling beside Draco. “If you push yourself too hard, you could end up with magical exhaustion, and then you’ll be in the hospital wing for a few weeks, or longer, with your health. Don’t do that to yourself.”
Draco nodded. “Alright, Father. I’ll slow down and give myself time.” He said.
Lucius smiled at him. “Good. Come, I’ll walk you down to the dungeons. You look half-asleep as it is.” He said.
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