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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 stripped off his Quidditch gear angrily. His last match with stupid Potter, and he, of course, had once again lost.
He turned on the water and stepped under the spray, washing the sweat from his body and sighing. He really hadn’t expected to win, but it would have been nice.
Crabbe and Goyle stepped under thier showers on either side of him.
“Sorry, Draco.” Goyle said sadly.
“Yeah, too bad. But we all did our best.” Crabbe said.
Draco growled. “We did. It’s not our fault that Potter’s a freak of nature that flies like he was born on a broom. There’s nothing we could have done better. At least we’ll beat the Cravenclaws and the Hufflepoufs.” He said snidely.
Crabbe and Goyle laughed.
Draco turned his shower off and dried, then got dressed. He headed out of the locker room and down to the Slytherin common room.
He was feet away from the door when he was grabbed around the waist and pulled into a hidden alcove.
His breath caught in his throat until he was face-to-face with his suitor. He scowled. “You just scared me to death, Sev!” He hissed.
Severus chuckled. “That was some impressive flying, My Brat. Don’t take it too badly that Potter beat you again, hmm? He’s not worth ruining the rest of your day over.”
Draco hummed happily as Severus’ nose burrowed into his neck, inhaling his scent. Since he hadn’t planned on spending any time today with Severus, he’d forgone the dampening potion.
“You,” Severus bit his neck gently, “smell,” another bite, “delicious.”
Draco moaned as Severus licked a stripe up the side of his neck, clinging to the man. “Sev...” He breathed.
“Mm. You’ll want to start packing soon, Draco. Next weekend we’ll be heading to the Dragonseye Hotel. We’ll be leaving just after dinner on Friday and coming back after lunch on Sunday.” Severus said lowly.
Draco nodded. “Alright. I’ll pack. Will I need dress robes? Or just casual clothes?” He asked, gasping when Severus’ hand crept under his shirt and began to trace the muscles of his abdomen.
“I’d say bring one set of dress robes. I don’t plan on you needing any more than that.” Severus murmured, his hand moving up and circling a nipple teasingly.
Draco arched into the touch, moaning.
Severus kissed him, swallowing the moan and growling lowly in response. He broke the kiss and removed his hand.
Draco licked his lips, savoring the taste of Severus on his tongue.
Severus leaned in and whispered softly. “I love you, My Brat.” Then, while Draco was still processing the words, he left the alcove, and Draco was alone.
Draco stood there for a few seconds, blinking in shock. Then, he smiled brightly. Severus loved him! He left the alcove and headed for the common room, a spring in his step. He may have lost the Quidditch match, but he had won Severus’ heart.
The day had gone from disappointing to the best day ever in the space of a few minutes.
*****
Harry and Draco entered the classroom to see Lucius and Severus dueling fiercely.
“Starting without us?” Draco drawled in obvious amusement.
Severus turned and cursed as a stinging hex hit him in the shoulder.
“Never let your guard down, Severus.” Lucius chided.
Severus merely glared at the older man.
Draco stepped forward and rubbed at the spot. “Sorry I distracted you.” He said softly.
Severus smiled. “You are always a welcome distraction, My Brat.” He said, then bent and kissed Draco gently.
Lucius watched them approvingly, and Harry cleared his throat. “Aren’t we supposed to be dueling?” He asked.
Draco pulled away from Severus to hiss at Harry. “Let me kiss my suitor!”
Lucius chuckled. “He is right, Dragon. That is not why you are here. You may kiss him later. For now, get away from him and prepare to lose.” He challenged.
Draco sneered at him. “We’ll see who loses, old man.” He replied.
Lucius’ eyes narrowed. “Oh, you are in for a world of pain, my Dragon.” He promised.
Draco smirked and slid into the defensive stance.
Harry mirrored him, hoping both men decided to go after Draco for his remark.
Severus seemed content to focus on Harry, however.
Both men adopted the offensive stance, and a second later, spells were flying. Harry ducked and dodged and shielded, kept on the defensive for the first thirty minutes, before he saw an opening and took it, managing to hit Lucius with jelly-legs.
The man quickly canceled the spell and turned his attention to Harry, who was now stuck fighting both him and Severus.
Draco quickly ran in between them and distracted Severus, pulling his attention from the brunet and leading the man a few short feet away. His furnunculus managed to hit, and Draco snorted before quickly shielding as Severus returned with confringo.
Harry dodged a red beam of light that had been non-verbal, which was probably a stunner, and returned with a bat-bogey hex.
Lucius managed just barely to side-step it, and sent a fresh volley of hexes Harry’s way, keeping the teen on the defensive for several minutes.
Harry heard a shriek from behind him and turned, seeing Draco’s body hit the floor seconds before he joined him.
Severus and Lucius both grinned.
Success.
“What did you do to get him to scream, Severus?” Lucius asked, walking over and flipping Harry onto his back.
“Stinging hex.” The man answered, healing the boils he’d been cursed with. “A rather powerful one, at that. He’ll not be thanking me for that one any time soon. Hit him in the ribs with it.”
Lucius winced. “I don’t envy him.”
Severus walked over, freshly healed, and revived Draco.
Lucius revived Harry and smiled. “For a first time against two opponents, that went well.” He remarked.
Harry turned his head to see Severus crouched down beside Draco, who was pulling up his shirt and hissing in a breath, revealing a red welt.
Severus winced. “I am sorry, Draco. I didn’t mean to actually hurt you, I just wanted you distracted.” He said lowly.
Draco pouted. “Oh, I was distracted, all right. Ow, Sev!”
Harry tried to get up and sucked in a breath as pain flared in his ankle, deciding to stay seated instead. “I think I may have twisted my ankle.” He admitted.
Lucius knelt beside him and lifted his trouser leg, looking over the area. “Well, it’s not swollen.” He said, pressing up on the bottom of Harry’s foot.
Harry grunted. “Ow!”
Lucius nodded. “Hold still. I can heal that.” He waved his wand over the area, and it tingled a bit. “There. Now try to put weight on it.” He said.
Harry stood and nodded. “Thanks.” He said.
“It will be easy to twist it again for the next few days, so take it easy. I think you can head to bed, now. Severus?” The man checked.
Severus nodded. “Yes, Draco needs a salve from my stores. I suggest that we call it a night.” He said, helping the blond up.
Lucius nodded. “All right. I’ll see you in class, Mr. Potter.” He said to the brunet.
“See you.” Harry said, leaving.
Severus and Draco followed him out the door.
“Harry.” Draco said, stopping him.
Harry turned. “Yeah?”
Draco grinned at him. “Thanks. I noticed that you were doing a lot of shielding for both of us, in the begining. I appreciate it, that’s all.”
Harry smiled back. “No problem.” He said, then turned and headed toward Gryffindor Tower.
Draco sucked in a breath as Severus’ fingers pressed down on his welt. “Ow!”
Severus moved his hand lower. “Sorry.”
“Let’s just get to your rooms and heal this.” Draco said.
*****
“Oh, Merlin, yes!” Draco moaned as Severus’ agile fingers rubbed the healing balm into his welted flesh. “Blessed relief!”
Severus chuckled. “Now you can do the same for me.” He said, shrugging off his robes and shirt, and turning so that his back was to Draco.
Draco winced at the angry red mark on his shoulder. “Father wasn’t pulling any punches tonight, was he?” He asked.
Severus chuckled mirthlessly. “We fight to win. Both of us have no problem causing the other pain. Pain is a good distraction, and the longer it lasts, the greater the distraction.”
Draco scooped out some of the cream and began smoothing it over the mark, rubbing it in.
Severus sighed in relief. “Ah, that’s good.”
Draco smiled. “Feel better?” He asked.
“Much.” Severus answered, turning. “You did bring your pajamas tonight, right?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes.” He answered, reaching into his pocket. “They’re right here.” He said, pulling out the shrunken pajamas and resizing them.
Severus nodded. “I’ll go change first, then you can use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” He said, getting up and getting his pajamas—black silk, no surprise there—out of the wardrobe and heading into the bathroom.
Draco waited for a few minutes, then Severus came out, dressed in the black silk.
Draco went into the bathroom and changed into his green pajamas. He walked back out and into the bedroom, where Severus was laying in bed.
Severus smiled at him. “Come on, My Brat. Into bed.”
Draco slid in with a wide smile and scooted backward until his back met Severus’ chest and strong arms snaked around his waist. “Mm. This is nice.” He said happily.
Severus chuckled softly. “It is. Go to sleep.” He said.
Draco inhaled the scent of Severus that clung to the bedcovers and pillows, then sighed and closed his eyes.
*****
Draco woke to his alarm, then groaned and sat up.
“Mm?” Severus hummed, waking.
“I have to go. It’s four AM.” Draco said apologetically.
“Fine.” Severus said, releasing him.
Draco leaned in and kissed him, then got up and slipped out of his rooms, heading to the Slytherin common room and into his room. He slid into bed and sighed. After sleeping in Severus’ bed, his own just couldn’t compare.
*****
Draco growled and stabbed viciously at his eggs.
“Um, Draco? You okay?” Blaise ventured.
Pansy eyed him. The man had his fair share of bravery, that was for sure. Even she wasn’t willing to risk talking to Draco right now.
“I’m fine.” The blond huffed, bringing the bite of eggs to his mouth and eating it. “No thanks to you and your habit of rising early.”
Blaise blinked. “O-kay, what did my habit of rising early do to you, exactly?” He asked.
Draco shook his head. “Can’t tell you.” He said.
Blaise gazed at him, one eyebrow raised. “Can’t, or won’t?” He checked.
Draco sighed, slumping in his seat. “Both. Either. Take your pick.” He said.
Blaise and Pansy shared a look before Blaise shrugged. “Alright, whatever. You have another lesson with Severus tonight, don’t you?”
Draco perked up, remembering that tonight it would just be the two of them. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
Pansy smiled at Blaise and patted his arm in thanks for putting Draco in a better mood. “That was very well done, Dear.” She said quietly, once Draco began eating normally, rather than attempting to kill his breakfast.
Blaise smiled. He was pretty good at handling the blond, and though it wasn’t always easy to understand him, his reactions to certain things always stayed reliable. Severus and Quidditch cheered him up (unless he was playing against Gryffindor), and early mornings and Potter, up until recently, put him in a bad mood.
Draco finished his breakfast and headed to the library to study. He still had a charms essay to complete.
Luckily, it wasn’t due until the next day, so he had a little bit of time.
*****
Draco swayed, closing his eyes. That only made his vertigo worse, and he fell, Severus catching him before he could hit the ground. “Damn. When will that stop?” He asked.
“Language, Draco.” Severus chastised.
Draco huffed. “Fuck my language, just answer the bloody question!” He whined.
Severus chuckled. “When you stop trying to push for more than your core can handle at the time, you will stop being drained to the point of exhaustion, Brat.”
“Not your brat?” Draco asked in a small voice.
Severus buried his face in Draco’s hair and inhaled. He smelled Draco’s shampoo, but the smell of pheromones was absent, due to the dampening potion. “Always My Brat. You know that.” He said fondly.
Draco regained his feet and turned, wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck. “Mm, I love it when you call me yours. I love you, Sev.”
“As I love you.” Severus answered.
Draco smiled brightly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” He said happily.
Severus ran a finger over Draco’s lips. “Are you finished with your packing?”
Draco smiled and nipped at the finger. “Not yet.” He answered.
“What’s keeping you from being finished?” The man asked in curiosity.
Draco flushed. “I can’t decide what clothes I want to bring.”
Severus chuckled. “Just bring comfortable clothes.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “And one set of dress robes.” He reminded the man.
“Just in case.” Severus affirmed. “There are several restaurants nearby, and I don’t imagine we’ll spend all weekend in the hotel room.”
“But we could.” Draco purred. “Just think of all the things we could do in that time.”
Severus smiled. “I’m trying not to. We’d be breaking the rules, Draco.”
“Not really. The only rule is no sex. We’d only be stretching them.” Draco insisted.
Severus chuckled. “Malfoy men and their lax morals.” He murmured, then leaned in to kiss Draco. “Merlin save us all from them.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Not everyone wants to be saved from ‘Malfoy men and their lax morals,’ you know.” He pointed out. “I seem to have gotten the only man that does. Most men in your position would take advantage of what’s being offered.”
Severus licked his lips. “Trust me, Draco, I want to take advantage of you. But I can’t.”
Draco sighed. “Well, I did try.”
Severus smiled. “Get to bed, My Beautiful Brat.” He said fondly.
Draco smirked and hurried from the room.
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