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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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“His wings really are pretty.” Draco commented, stroking the appendages absently.
They were a deep charcoal color, almost black, but not quite, with bright green markings in a swirling pattern.
Severus glanced over and gave him a terse nod. “They are, but then again, all submissive Faurae have attractive wings. This is hardly surprising.” He said, returning his attention to his research.
Draco snatched his hand back as Harry’s eyelids fluttered, and his eyes opened.
Emerald orbs locked onto startled blue and Harry sat up, overbalancing and falling awkwardly onto one wing, crying out as it twisted under the weight of his body.
“Shit!” Draco cursed as Severus stood and began rushing toward the bed. “Calm down, Potter, or you’re going to break a wing!” He shouted.
Harry finally managed to sit upright and tried to look over his shoulder. “Wing? What wing? Oh, my god.” He breathed as he caught sight of one of his wings. He grabbed it and pulled it around to gaze at it in horrified fascination. “I have wings.” He whispered. “Why do I have wings, and why are you here?” He asked, looking at Draco, then his Professor. “And where is ‘here’?”
Severus sighed. “You, Mr. Potter, are a submissive Faurae, like Draco is. Draco, if you would be so kind as to show Mr. Potter your wings? Maybe he’ll be less inclined to break his own if he doesn’t feel so alone.”
Draco nodded and extended his wings, which had stayed furled against his back while he had been keeping vigil over Harry, waiting for the other teen to awaken. “See? You’re not the only one, and I can teach you how to use them, as well as the new abilities you’ve come into.” He said, grinning.
“You are in my private rooms, at Hogwarts. Your wings can only come out in the presence of other Faurae or when alone, and so Draco and I moved you here so that your wings would not poison you, as they can when kept inside for too long.” Severus explained patiently. “You need to let them out for at least an hour each week, although longer is preferable.” He reached out for another vial of the dampening potion, handing it to Harry. “Drink this. It keeps your body from making the scent that will attract any Dominants around to you, and stops you from succumbing to their pheromones, as well.”
Harry downed the potion, grimacing at the taste. “Why don’t you have wings, Sir?” He asked.
Severus smirked. “Because, Mr. Potter, I am a Dominant Faurae. Only the submissives have wings.” He told the young man.
“So, I’m a submissive Faurae? What’s a Faurae?” Harry asked, sighing in resignation. Just another thing that marked him as different. No surprises there.
Draco smiled widely. “We’re a race that came about as a result of interbreeding between the Fae and High Elves, which frequently happens, as the two races seem to find each other irresistible. Faurae have traits from each, like the wings from the Fae side, and an aversion to some foods from the High Elves. We also have excellent night vision, retractable fangs (from the Fae), you’ll probably have an affinity with at least one element (from the High Elves), we have an affinity with unicorns, and you get all the perks of a bond with your chosen mate.” He said, happily.
“Chosen mate? So that means I get to pick a mate, instead of having one destined for me?” Harry asked, hoping he was right.
Severus snorted. “Correct, Mr. Potter. Thankfully, Faurae do not have destined mates, and they can pick whomever they want, though you will have difficulty having children outside of our species, plus you can only experience a full bond with another Faurae.” He explained. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do. I’m sure Draco can keep you adequate company.” He said, walking back to his desk.
Draco smirked and leaned closer to Harry. “Severus is off-limits. He’s mine. Just so you know.”
Harry grimaced. “Fine by me. I don’t want him.”
Draco nodded, leaning back. “So, any questions?”
“How many Faurae are there? Around here, I mean.” Harry asked.
Draco shrugged. “As far as I know, the only Faurae in this section of the world are us and my father.”
Harry blinked. “So, he’s not really a Pureblood, then, is he?” He asked.
Draco bared his fangs at Harry. “Of course the Malfoys are Purebloods! Creatures are considered just as pure as wizards to most families, and having a creature inheritance is something to be proud of. Well, the Blacks apparently didn’t agree, but most of them were mad, anyway, so who cares what they think?” He finished in a slightly bitter tone.
“You’re half a Black, too.” Harry pointed out.
Draco hissed at Harry—actually hissed at him—and snarled. “Take that back!” He spat, rising to his feet, hands curled into fists at his sides.
Harry’s eyes widened. “Fine, I take it back. Why does it matter to you so much, anyway?”
Draco sat back down and glared down at his hands in his lap. “My mother divorced my father and repudiated me. She’ll have nothing to do with father or myself anymore. Because I turned out to be a creature, and she hates them. I am most certainly not a Black. I won’t claim the name at all. I’m a Malfoy, through and through. And proud of it.”
Harry grimaced. “That’s tough. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Draco said blithely. “Father’s out of a loveless marriage, and free to remarry if he finds someone suitable. This time, he’ll be able to look for love. Though he seems unwilling to do so.” He said with a shrug.
Harry cocked his head. “What do you mean by that?” He asked.
Draco sighed. “He said he won’t remarry unless there’s a very good reason behind it. Even if he found a submissive Faurae that could be a good match. Apparently, we’re rare enough that he doesn’t hold out much hope of finding a submissive mate.” He shrugged again. “It doesn’t really matter, I suppose. He has me, and one heir is all he needs.”
“Rare? So this is another thing I get to be ‘special’ in.” Harry remarked bitterly, staring at his hands. “Great.”
Draco blinked in shock. “It comes with perks, Potter. Don’t get upset about it until you’ve had time to experience all the benefits you can. For instance, did you know your wings can support flight?” He asked with a smirk.
Harry looked up in interest. “Really? I can fly? Without a broom?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes, with a bit of practice. I can teach you.” He offered.
“I… I think I’d like that.” Harry said softly.
“Both feet on the ground, wand at the ready for a cushioning charm should he fall, Draco.” Severus warned.
Draco turned to look at him. “Well, of course! What, do you think I want him to die?! We’re on the same side, now!” He protested. “I’m hardly going to try and kill him.” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Severus waved a hand. “Go, then. Teach him to use his wings. Maybe I can get some actual work done.” He said.
Draco grinned. “Want to try and fly?” He asked.
“Sounds good to me.” Harry agreed.
They headed out to the Quidditch Pitch and Draco looked around, then nodded. “This’ll do. The first thing you need to do is learn how to move your wings. Give them a few slow flaps, just to test them out.” He coached, turning to face Harry.
Harry concentrated on moving them, finding that it was different from moving an arm or leg. The wings protruded from behind his shoulder blades, and since they had such a limited range of motion, they were easier to command. They automatically wanted to move in the way they were intended to. Harry flapped them a few times, testingly, then picked up speed, causing a slight breeze that ruffled Draco’s hair.
Draco huffed, smoothing down the strands Harry’s wings had shifted. “Alright, enough of that, Potter!” He said.
Harry stopped, grinning. “Why? It’s fun!”
“I’m sure it is, but we’re out here to teach you to fly, not make gale-force winds with your wings. That’s a lesson for another time.” Draco informed him. To be honest, even he hadn’t learned that trick yet, though his father’s books on Faurae said it could be done.
“Next,” Draco said, “is learning to catch the wind with your wings. Hold them out behind you, and tilt them a bit, so the wind runs beneath them. Like this,” Draco unfurled his wings and tilted them at an angle so the tops pointed slightly forward. “This is how you’ll hold them most of the time you’re in the air. Father didn’t know to tell me that at first, so I wasn’t able to stay up as long as I could have otherwise. This way, you can coast on the updrafts, and stay up longer without needless flapping, which will tire you out quickly.”
Harry nodded, tilting his wings.
Draco nodded. “I’m going to demonstrate what being in the air will feel like for you, so you’re not going into this blind. Feet planted?” He checked.
Harry widened his stance and nodded. “Ready.” He said.
Draco flapped his wings quickly, creating a strong wind that blew back Harry’s hair and caused his wings to puff out as they caught the air.
Harry tilted them some more, letting the wind lift them and run under them.
Draco smiled, feeling an odd sense of pride. He didn’t make a half-bad teacher! He stopped and nodded. “That’s what it’ll be like. Instinct will help out, once you get up there, but forewarned is forearmed. It’s best if you get a running start, while flapping your wings, then just lift your feet toward your chest and keep flapping. It’s not all that hard, really. But it might take a few tries.”
Harry nodded. “Alright, I’m going to try.” He said, then began running, flapping his wings slowly, picking up speed. He could feel his wings catching the air, and he jumped, bringing his legs up to his chest as he flapped his wings desperately. He landed on the ground, hitting it knees-first. “Ow.” He muttered.
Draco’s voice called out from across the pitch: “Flap in time to your jump! You almost had it!” It was obvious that the blond was using Sonorus.
Harry got up and dusted himself off, then nodded in determination, running in the other direction now, speeding up and flapping his wings. He jumped, pushing his wings downward to give himself an added boost, then flapped a few more times, and realized he was hovering a few feet off the ground. He flapped his wings faster, and was suddenly soaring upward.
He tilted his wings the way Draco had shown him, smiling as he caught an updraft and coasted for a few moments, then looked down.
Draco was watching him, a pleased smile on his face.
Harry laughed in exaltation. This was flying! No broom, just him, his wings, and the air.
He dipped and rose, drifting on air currents until he began to feel tired, then slowly lowered himself to the ground, where he tried to stand, but crumpled into a heap instead.
Draco smothered a laugh. “Oh, yeah, forgot about that. Your legs kind of forget what they’re for the first few times. It’ll get easier to land on your feet, don’t worry.” He said, helping Harry up. “But it’s fun, isn’t it?”
Harry nodded, leaning on Draco as he panted. “Amazing! Tiring, but amazing!”
Draco nodded. “It gets less tiring the more you practice. We have a Quidditch Pitch at the Manor, so I’ve been getting in several hours of practice time a day. You might be able to do the same here, but since your wings can only come out in the presence of other Faurae or alone, you may not get much time to practice once the school year starts up.” He warned.
Harry sighed. “That sucks. So I can’t show everybody my wings?” He asked. “I’m kind of fond of them.”
Draco laughed. “All submissives learn to love their wings, that’s why we tend to mate with other Faurae; so we have someone to show them off to.” He told the brunette.
“So if you’ve claimed Severus, who does that leave for me?” Harry asked teasingly.
Draco grinned. “Father?” He suggested.
Harry snorted. “Yeah, cause I can see that going so well. Mr. Malfoy, even though we hate each other and all, will you be my mate, seeing as we’re the same kind of creature?”
“Point taken.” Draco agreed. “But I think you might suit, really. He needs to loosen up a bit, and you’re definitely the most spontaneous person I know.”
Harry studied his face as they turned toward the dungeons. “I don’t know if that was an insult or a compliment.” He said bemusedly.
Draco smirked. “Who says it can’t be both?” He asked.
Harry snorted, bumping shoulders with him playfully. “Watch it, Malfoy.”
“Or you’ll what?” The blond asked. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Harry suddenly stopped, then started walking again. “I just realized that I’m really glad your dad and Snape are on our side.”
Draco raised a brow. “Why’s that?”
“Well, if they’re both Dominants, that means both of them are stronger than us, right?” Harry asked.
Draco shook his head. “No. Actually, the submissives are more magically powerful than the Dominants are. My father was really proud when I turned out to be a sub.”
Harry perked up. “Really? So I’m stronger than Snape?” He asked in interest.
“Well, I wouldn’t test it in a duel, at any rate. The man’s got experience on his side, after all.” Draco reminded Harry.
“Point taken.” Harry nudged Draco as they drew close to the Potions Master’s rooms. “So, do you think he likes you?” He asked.
Draco sighed. “One can only hope. He plays his cards close to the chest, so I’m not sure, but I think I can convince him to give me a try, if I only stick to it.”
They walked into the room, and Severus looked up. “Draco, the potion.” He ordered, pointing to the cabinet.
Draco sighed and grabbed a vial, downing the dampening potion without comment. “You’re going to need to brew more, since both Potter and I are subs.” He pointed out. “You’re running low.”
Severus sighed. “I know. We’ll be brewing some more in an hour, once I’ve had time to figure out the portions I’ll need here.” He said, indicating the papers he was writing on.
Draco groaned. “But I don’t want to brew the potion. It’s so boring!” He complained.
Severus looked up. “It’s a simple potion, so it should be no hardship for you. Don’t complain, or I’ll send you back home.”
Draco pouted and sat on the couch. “Fine.” He huffed.
Harry sat down next to him with a small smile. “I’m just glad I’m not getting potions duty.” He said in an undertone.
Severus glared at him. “I daresay, even you could not possibly mis-brew this potion. Perhaps I should have you prepare a batch, as you are half of the reason I’ll need so very much of it. Besides, if you can brew your own, I won’t have to keep giving you mine.”
Harry grimaced. “Does that mean I have to brew it, too?” He asked.
Severus smirked. “Yes. You’ll be making a batch.”
Harry sighed. “He gets some kind of sick pleasure out of this, I’m sure.” He mumbled to Draco, who snorted.
Draco and Harry spent the next few minutes examining each other’s wings, looking over the markings.
“They’re different, but similar.” Harry said softly.
Draco smiled. “They are. Father’s books say that the markings denote family. For example, if Father was a submissive, he’d have the same markings as me.” He said. “Well, maybe a bit different. The books say that the markings are a mix of the parents’ marks.”
Harry nodded. “I suppose that makes sense.” He mused. “Why are my wings bigger than yours? It’s not that much of a difference, but it’s there.”
Draco grimaced. “Trust you to point that out. It means you’re magically stronger than me. The wing size is directly proportionate to magical strength.”
“Oh.” Harry unfurled his wings and flapped them a few times.
“Don’t do that! And take another potion, Potter. It’s starting to wear off.” Severus commented from his desk.
Harry got up and grabbed another potion from the cabinet, drinking it.
“Bring me another, as well.” Severus said.
Harry brought him one. He handed it to Severus, inhaling deeply. “You smell good.” He said, bemused. Snape smelled spicy, like pepper. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell.
“Pheromones.” Severus told him, drinking the potion, and the smell dissipated. “That’s why we take the potion. Otherwise, we’d feel compelled to mate with each other. Yours come from your wings, while mine are just there.”
“Does that mean I won’t need to take the potion if my wings aren’t out?” Harry asked.
Draco snorted. “No. It’s just that you didn’t produce the pheromones until your wings came out for the first time. They’ll still be there while your wings are put away, but the wings being out makes them stronger. Once you’re mated, the scent will change, and it’ll serve as a warning to other Faurae. It’s a signal: hands off, I’m claimed.”
“Indeed. I’m done here, let’s get into the lab.”
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