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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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“I have something I’ve been wanting to show you all for some time.” Harry announced early Sunday morning. “I’m going to go outside and do something, just... Stay by the window, okay?” He asked, with a wide grin.
Ron frowned. “What are you going to do?” He asked.
Harry leaned forward and whispered in his ear: “I found a way to show you all my wings. Just watch the window.”
Ron blinked at him, then smiled widely. “Wicked!”
“What?” Colin Creevey asked.
“You’ll see.” Ron said secretively. “Just watch out the window.”
Harry chuckled and headed out to the Quidditch pitch, which was thankfully empty today. He got a running start and took off, flying around the pitch for a bit before he headed for Gryffindor Tower.
It was raining a bit, so no one was outside as he headed for the Tower’s window. He flew by it, and watched as the group that was standing by the window started talking all at once, jostling each other to get a better look. Ron, Ginny and Hermione were in front.
Suddenly, a bright flash went off through the window and Harry grinned. “Great.” He muttered in good humor. “Photo evidence.” He chuckled, dipping and diving in front of the window for a bit before he began to tire and headed into the castle again, making straight for Gryffindor Tower.
He walked in and was mobbed, everbody talking at once.
“That was so awesome!” Ginny breathed. “Your wings are beautiful, Harry!”
Harry smiled at her. “Thanks.” He said.
“Is it okay that I got a picture?” Colin Creevey asked, holding up his camera.
Harry nodded. “Just be careful with it. We don’t want it falling into the wrong hands. It’s best if no one talks about this to anyone who’s not in the room right now.” He said. “My being a Faurae is kind of a secret, since we don’t want Voldemort to know. It’ll give us the element of surprise when I have to face him again.” He told the Gryffindors.
They all nodded, quieting some.
“We’ll keep your secret.” Neville said.
Harry smiled. “I know I can trust you guys.” He said.
“Do you have any special powers, or is it just the wings?” Dennis Creevey asked interestedly.
“I should also have an elemental affinity, but I haven’t firgured out how to find out what it is or how to use it yet. Maybe I’ll find out in the future, maybe not.” Harry said with a shrug. “So far, the wings are the only part of my inheritance I can actually use right now. But I’m hopeful.”
“They’re lovely, Harry.” Hermione said. “Thank you for sharing them with us. I feel honored to have seen them. From what I’ve read, a Faurae’s wings are ususally very private, only shown to thier families and mates. Unlike the fey, Faurae tend to be more selective about who they show their wings off to.” She told him.
Harry shugged. “Well, I don’t mind showing them off. It’s not like I’m not proud of them. I was a bit shocked by them at first, but they’ve kind of grown on me. I like them now.” He said simply.
With that, the common room settled down, slipping easily into Sunday morning routine.
Harry and Ron went over homework, since Harry was a bit behind, due to all the extra lessons he’d had.
Hermione, pleased with thier choice of activities, settled down in the couch with a book and proceeded to read while her best friends got caught up.
*****
Monday evening, Lucius and Severus led the boys into the Forbidden Forest. They explained the idea of creating gale-force winds using their wings, and Harry and Draco simply stared at them for a moment before Harry found his tongue.
“You want us to what?!” Harry asked, brow furrowed.
Lucius chuckled. “It can be done, though, as I have no wings of my own, I do not know how, exactly. But I have books that tell of the destructive winds a submissive Faurae can unleash using just their wings. We could use that ability, if you are able to tap into it.” He said calmly.
Harry sighed. “Fine. I’ll try.” He straightened and began to flap his wings, picking up speed steadily. Within minutes, Severus’ and Lucius’ hair was flying in the wind coming from his wings, but Harry was tiring quickly.
“I don’t think I can do it.” He confessed, stopping. His wings ached a bit, and he hadn’t managed anything close to gale-force wind.
Draco snorted. “Step back.” He pushed Harry behind him and squared his shoulders. “Let’s see if I can manage this.” He said, then began flapping as quickly as he could. He was able to keep going a bit longer than Harry, but he still got the same lackluster result. He sighed, wings drooping in both defeat and weariness. “Father, I think it’s impossible. Could the books have been exaggerating? We Malfoys do have a flair for the dramatic, after all.”
Lucius frowned. “I highly doubt it was all false. Perhaps it takes more practice to reach the level where you can tap into the ability.” He mused.
None of them noticed the two figures that had been hidden among the trees watching them, as they melted back into the shadows, heading back home to report what they had seen.
*****
“And you’re sure that these four were all Faurae?” Matriona asked.
Kilton bowed to his clan’s leader, then rose again. “I’m certain of it. Two of them had hair like the moonlight, and two of them had hair like midnight, just as Reynard said, plus the young ones had their wings out. He’s never been wrong before, and I believe it is worth the risk of letting them know where we live. I do not believe they would betray those who helped them. The two young ones were both trying to tap into Air, but that is clearly not their affinity. We can help them to find out what it is, and teach them how to use the elements.”
Tyrell hung back, watching as Matriona pursed her lips. He missed his clan, but at times like these, he was glad he was living among the Elves. That meant that telling the clan leader this important piece of news didn’t fall to him. He didn’t envy his mate the duty.
Matriona finally nodded. “Very well. Next time you see them, bring them to me. I will meet them.” She allowed.
Kilton bowed again. “It will be done.” He said.
Tyrell fell into step beside him as they left the Clan Hall. “Do you think you’ll get the honor of teaching them?” He asked. “Because you know I can’t tap into anything, since I’m not an Elf.”
Kilton shrugged. “We might, or I might, rather. I might get to train one, if their affinity is Fire. There’s four of them, wouldn’t it be funny if they all had different affinities? One for each.”
Tyrell smiled. “It would be beneficial for them, that much is certain. I didn’t get a good look at their markings, but the dark-haired one’s marks looked sort of familiar. I might know of his bloodline.” He said thoughtfully.
“You’ll get a better look when we introduce them to Matriona. If you know of his bloodline, you can always tell him later.” Kilton told his mate, pulling him close and laying a kiss over his claiming mark. “I love you.”
Tyrell’s wings fluttered as he smiled. “How much?” He teased.
“Not enough to try sex during flight again just yet.” Kilton said with a smile. “You almost dropped me last time!”
Tyrell laughed. “You know I’d never let you come to harm. I wouldn’t be a very good mate if I let you be hurt, now, would I?”
Kilton just shook his head with a sigh.
*****
Severus looked up as Draco walked into his office. “You’re early.” He said in mild surprise.
Draco smirked. “Yes.” He drawled.
Severus quirked a brow. “May I ask why?”
Draco’s smirk widened. “You may.” He answered.
Severus sighed. So he was in one of those moods, was he? “Why, then, are you here so early?” He asked, resisting the urge to get up and shake the maddening blond.
Draco shrugged. “I noticed you weren’t at dinner—“
“I ate here. You may ask Pippy if you want proof.” Severus supplied.
“—And besides that,” Draco continued, eyeing him, “I wanted to envision you in your wedding robes. It’s easier to do when I can see you, and I figured you wouldn’t feel like doing as I say in front of Potter. Can you get up and turn for me?” He asked.
Severus rolled his eyes with a loud sigh, but stood and turned for the blond. “There. Are you happy?” He asked, sitting back down.
“Very.” Draco said lightly. “I think the color I chose for you will look very good on you. I can’t wait to see you in them.”
Severus smirked. “I’ll bet. Did you have a good time getting the robes, at least?”
Draco chuckled. “Oh, yes. Father and Harry were eyeing each other in the changing room, and Harry and I almost got into a fight when I laughed over it. Father stopped it from escalating, though.”
Severus quirked a brow. “Should I keep you two separated?” He asked.
Draco smiled. “We’re fine, Sev. Honestly, it blew over. A little thing like that isn’t enough to destroy what we’ve been building. Harry’s got quite a tolerance built up for me.” He assured the man.
Severus snorted. “That will serve him well, with you. You are a bit much for anyone to handle.” He said in amusement.
Draco chuckled. “You know you love me, and you wouldn’t change me for the world.” He said lightly.
Severus put his quill down and stood. “I don’t know about that.” He said, walking over and kissing Draco, before he continued, “The entire world, mine to rule? I might decide to change you a bit.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Ambition, thy name is Slytherin.” He said wryly.
“Luckily, the choice is not being given to me.” Severus pointed out. “We’ll never have to find out for sure.” He cast tempus and frowned. “Potter is very nearly la-“
The door opened and Harry spilled into the room, panting. “Sorry—was—sidetracked!” He wheezed.
Draco looked him over with a raised eyebrow. “Wow. Don’t you just look like something the kneazle dragged in?” He remarked.
Harry shot him a half-hearted glare, regaining control over his breath. “Yes, but I’m here, aren’t I?” He asked.
“So you are, and right on time.” Severus cut in before the two could really start arguing. They may have a friendship now, but they could still find things to argue about, and argue they did. Severus inwardly smirked, remembering hearing a Hufflepuff muggleborn talking to her friends about her sister’s “frienemies.” The word suited Harry and Draco. They were still vaccilating between being friends and enemies, really, and it would be some time before they settled into one or the other solidly. “I’ll go get the rabbits.” Severus told them, heading into his office.
Harry smiled as Severus came out, one furry creature tucked in the crook of each arm. “Aw, they like you!” He said.
Severus’ lip curled. “Bad taste on their part, seeing as how I’m the one that chose them for the task of dying to further the war effort.” He remarked coolly.
“Point taken.” Harry agreed, pulling out his wand. “Which one’s mine?” He asked.
Severus shrugged, setting the rabbits loose. “Does it matter? Pick one and try to kill it. Don’t overanalyze the task before you.”
Draco was already aiming at one, so Harry trained his wand on the other.
Severus just leaned against his desk and watched the two young men trying to kill another creature in cold blood. War was forcing them both to grow up far too fast.
*****
Harry was breathing harshly, feeling drained, and knew that he had probably one more AK left in him before he’d be unable to try any more that night. He carefully took aim, watching the rabbit closely, and timed his spell for right after the rabbit moved. He watched in stunned disbelief as the spell connected, and the rabbit fell over, unmistakably dead.
He smiled and pumped his fist in the air. “Yes! Take that, Bella!” He shouted at the rabbit.
Draco turned from where he was taking aim at his own rabbit again. “Bella?” He repeated in amusement. “Were you pretending your rabbit was my aunt Bella?” He asked. “Bellatrix Lestrange?” He clarified.
Harry flushed. “Well, you said to pretend it was a rabbit animagus, and...” He shrugged. “She’s the only person I really hate enough to kill, so...” He shrugged again.
Draco snorted, then laughed. “Only you, Potter.” He said, then turned back to his own rabbit.
Harry and Severus watched as Draco fired off two more killing curses, missing his rabbit by just a hair both times, then fired off one more before gasping as he swayed and began to fall backward.
Severus leapt into action, rushing toward him, but he was too far, he’d never make it in time, and Draco was falling, and the floor was hard stone, he’d be lucky to end up with only a concussion—
Luckily, Harry had noticed the blond swaying alarmingly before he began to fall, and the brunet dove onto the floor, throwing a hand out under Draco’s head as the blond’s body met the floor, cusioning the fall just enough that the impact, while jarring, would not hurt the blond past a minor bump on the head.
Draco landed, and Harry caught his head, slowing the descent just enough, and winced as hand and head met the hard, unforgiving floor.
Severus reached the two as Draco groaned, opening his eyes. “Did I kill it?” He asked tiredly.
Harry sighed, rolling his eyes, and Severus looked over to where the rabbit had been.
“Yes, but that was a near-miss, Draco. If Potter hadn’t been there to catch you, you could have done yourself a serious injury!” He scolded the blond.
Draco reached up and grabbed Severus’ face in his hands, pulling the man down for a kiss, which Severus granted, heedless of the brunet laying on the floor beside the blond’s head. “I’m fine, Sev.” Draco breathed against his mouth. “Harry’s a noble Gryffindor, he caught me, it’s alright.”
Severus sighed, pulling away from the blond and brushing a lock of golden hair out of his eyes. “Don’t do anything like that again.” He ordered.
Draco smiled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He said.
Harry moved his hand, flexing it testingly, and stood up. “Well, at least nothing’s broken. And by that, I mean your head, Draco.” He added, shooting a glare at Draco. “Although I could have done without the mini heart-attack, thank you very much.”
Draco sat up and smiled beautifically at the other teen. “Thank you for helping me. You didn’t have to, really. I appreciate it.”
Harry flushed and shrugged. “I couldn’t let you just hit the floor. I know first-hand how unforgiving these floors are.” He told the blond.
Severus stood and vanished the rabbits. “Well, now that you’ve both managed to hit quickly-moving targets with a killing curse, do you have anything else you’d like to learn from me?” He asked. “If not, I have a few ideas of my own.”
Draco grinned. “I want to know how to harness the elements. You’ve already found your affinity, could you teach us to find ours and use it?” He asked eagerly.
Severus smirked. “That was one of my ideas, but I confess, I’m unsure how to help unless you share the same affinity I have, which so far does not seem very promising in a battle situation.” He reminded Draco.
“Well, at any rate, we can try, right?” Draco pressed.
Severus turned to Harry. “Mr. Potter, would you like to attempt to discover and tap into your elemental affinity?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “Sure, if you think we can. Any advantage we can get against Voldemort can only help.” He said.
“Very well.” Severus said. “On Thursday we will try to figure out what your elemental affinities are, and how to utilise them.” He turned to Harry. “You may go. I will stay with Draco as he takes the time to recover from his foolish stunt.”
Draco smiled sheepishly. “Well, it worked.” He said as Harry left.
“It was foolishness worthy of a Gryffindor, Draco, and I don’t want you to do anything like it again.” Severus told him. “What if you had cracked your head open on my floor like an egg?! Do you think it would have been easy for my heart to recover from losing you in such a way? Is there any way you believe I would not have blamed myself for your loss?” He hissed.
Draco bit his lip. “I didn’t think of that.” He said quietly.
“Obviously.” Severus drawled.
Draco stood, and carefully stepped up to Severus, leaning on him.
The man opened his arms and wrapped them around Draco.
“I’m sorry, Sev, I should have thought of how you would feel if I injured myself on your watch. All I really thought about was ‘what if it worked,’ and nothing beyond that. I’ll do my best to not do it again. I’m not going to make any promises, because I’m not entirely sure I’d be able to keep them, but I’ll try.” He said.
Severus’ arms tightened around him. “All I’m asking for is the bare minimum of consideration, Draco. I know I can’t stop the war from coming, and it would be hypocrisy to ask you not to fight when I will be out there risking my skin as well, but I truly fear for my heart if I lost you after letting you in past all my defenses. I have never cared for anyone with the same intensity I feel for you, and, though I know that you would not intentionally hurt me, it still frightens me a bit.” He admitted. “I am not a man prone to forming close attachments, so this is all very new to me.”
Draco nodded. “I’ll be as careful as I can be, but you can’t protect me from everything, Sev. It would become stifling. I need you to let me live, and so far you’re doing a remarkable job. Father is, too. I understand that you want me to be safe, but in our current situation, you can only hope that I learn enough to survive everything that’s coming our way.”
Severus pulled back enough to smile at Draco. “Listen to us, getting all maudlin. It’s late, and we both need sleep. I’ll see you at breakfast, Draco. Sleep well.”
“You, too, Sev.” Draco said quietly, then left the man to head to the Slytherin common room.
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