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Chapter Four�The
Destruction of a Beak

�� Severus, yes��

�� Severus
closed his eyes and drove deeper, faster, into Draco. He would not have been
willing to admit that he had missed the cry of his name on Draco�s lips. He had
thought that he did not. Why would he? He had long since come to think of Draco
as childish and his promise to take the boy with him when he escaped a mistake.

�� But even as
his body shuddered in pleasure and Draco shuddered beneath him, clawing at his
shoulders and bellowing like a bull, part of Severus stood back, coldly
observed the both of them, and noted that pleasure was running through
Severus�s mind, too, when he heard Draco react like that.

�� He finished
and rolled to the side, slipping out of Draco�s body. He had never liked the
sensation of having his soft cock inside something, especially something that
he had just made wet and dripping.

�� Draco
opened one eye and gave him a smile of such gentleness that Severus blinked. He
had not minded Draco growing colder to him because he knew that he offered only
cold treatment himself, and it would be better for Draco to imitate him than
whinge about it. He found himself rising to hover over Draco, tracing one
finger down his cheek. Draco licked his finger, and Severus knew that his cock
would have stirred again, had it been possible this close to coming.

�� Thank
you,� Draco whispered. �That was wonderful.� He paused, and suddenly his gaze
was anxious as he looked up at Severus again. �Wasn�t it wonderful?�

�� It cost
Severus nothing to nod and bend his head, kissing Draco until he gasped and his
eyelashes fluttered. �Go to sleep,� he commanded when he drew back.

�� Draco did,
his hand still entwined in Severus�s as though they had been in the habit of
holding hands for years before this. Severus lay staring at it until that cool,
observing part of his mind managed to get his attention.

�� Why had he
agreed to have sex with Draco in the first place? Why had he seduced Draco when
he heard that he was leaving? He could have allowed both Draco and Potter to
walk out the door, and that would have been the end of his problems, the
long-term one and the immediate. Potter would have found someone else to help
him, and Severus could still have invented a potion that reversed the kind of
spell Potter talked about and become rich and famous.

�� Instead, he
had acted impulsively, driven by only one conviction: that he did not dare to
let Draco leave him.

�� Severus
leaned his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He did not intend to
sleep, but he thought better when he was looking at nothing if he was thinking
about a subject other than potions, and he needed
to understand this. Why should he have felt as though he were falling down
a well when Draco spoke of leaving?

�� He did not
know, and no matter how long he sought in his head, he could not find an
answer. The only halfway rational reason would have been if he believed that
Draco would betray his location out of spite, and he knew that Draco was not
that kind of person.

�� He could
have been rid of all his problems and had the solitude, the silence, the mental
loneliness he so craved. He needed neither Draco�s body nor his mind. He had
never required company, and in fact did best when deprived of it.

�� He did not
understand himself.

�� He passed
into silence and sleep as he lay there, and awakened only when a resounding
crash traveled through the house from the ground floor.

*

�� Harry
hadn�t found the lock that hard to open after all. He had slid two bars to the
side, one up, and then got out of the way just as the motion jiggled the lock
and brought the steel cover clicking back down.

�� By then,
though, it hadn�t mattered. The lock had tilted and clung drunkenly to the
bars, so that the cover could no longer protect the majority of it. Harry had
shoved with his beak and one foot, and the lock had twisted inwards and then
fallen so that it crashed to the floor of the cage. Harry hopped triumphantly
up to the door�which was a simple sliding bar without the lock�and pushed with
his beak one final time, continuing when it started to hurt. He would have to
do far more than endure a little pain in his face before he was done here.

�� The door
opened, and Harry flew out into freedom, circling the room once before he
headed for the corridor.

�� Just in
time, he saw the wards that stretched across the corridor at about head and
chest height on Malfoy, the wards that were specifically intended to take down
flying birds. Harry had learned to recognize them pretty early after he�d learned
his Animagus form, when he�d blundered into one that was intended to stop
marauding crows and lain moaning on the ground until the next morning, to the
Muggle farmer�s astonishment.

�� Shit. Harry fluttered back and landed on
the couch, crouching to shit on it while he stared gloomily at the wards. Does this mean that Snape�s locked the whole
lab behind them, and that I don�t have a chance of getting in there and
destroying his equipment?

�� This was
the first moment since Snape and Malfoy had vanished upstairs that Harry had
been thinking instead of doing, and he wondered whether this was as good an
idea as he had thought at first. Snape had been going to help him. What reason
would he have to if Harry destroyed some of his equipment? Perhaps ingredients
that he needed would be lost in the destruction.

�� But then
Harry thought again of the way Malfoy had leaned back against Snape and closed
his eyes, while Snape kept his open and talked in that cold, concrete way that
said he knew exactly what he was doing. Malfoy had nearly flown his cage, and
it was a cage, however pretty the house and however much free will he�d
originally exhibited by coming here. And Snape had slammed the bars down again.

�� Harry could
still flee now that he was out of the cage and find someone else to help him.
He doubted if there was any way that he could help Malfoy flee, though. After
this, Malfoy would make excuses for Snape and push any thought of freedom away
because that would make him question himself intolerably. Harry had seen that
sort of reaction before�from Ginny when she got involved in a bad relationship,
from the Weasleys when they were faced with the fact that Mrs. Weasley was
going too far in her grief over Fred, from other trainees in the Auror program
who had felt trapped, like Harry, but also felt they couldn�t break away
because they wouldn�t know what to do with themselves.

�� Harry shook
his feathers as the rage returned. He might not be able to do anything about
Malfoy staying a prisoner, no, but he was damned if he would accept help from
his jailer.

�� He
fluttered down to the floor and studied the wards again. Then he smiled. The
wards were stretched at the heights that Snape must have thought a bird would
fly.

�� There was
nothing to prevent him from walking down
the corridor, though.

�� Harry set
off, his tail bobbing behind him, his body rolling from side to side. He had to
control his parrot�s curiosity when he got near some of the other doors. He was
interested in Snape�s lab only, and he should move fast, since he didn�t think
that Snape would stay busy with Draco for long.

�� Probably fuck him and drop him as fast as he
can, to get back to his precious potions, Harry thought. Malfoy deserves better than that.

�� He wished
he could smile with a beak. That was the kind of thing he could see Ron
fainting about when Harry told him he�d thought it.

�� The door of
Snape�s lab was shut, but he had failed to engage the wards, probably because
he�d come down the corridor so abruptly to stop Malfoy from leaving. Harry
reached out, opened his beak, and carefully slid his tongue through the tiny
gap the door left around itself. Then he pushed as hard as he could, shoving
with body and beak and forehead.

�� The door
trembled and groaned. Harry did much the same thing. The door had an unpleasant
taste of wood and some kind of chemicals, probably left over from Snape�s
brewing, and he didn�t like the pain he was experiencing throughout his head
and neck.

�� But it paid
off. The knob likely had wards built into it if someone touched it, and
therefore Harry hadn�t wanted to try it, but the gap around the door wasn�t
covered by those without the larger complex of wards Snape had forgotten to
engage. And the door was old wood that couldn�t resist that kind of steady
pressure. It swung open at last.

�� Harry
waddled into the room, just in case Snape had more wards up that would prevent
a flying bird from taking a straight path, and looked around. The lab was a
confusion of barrels and glass objects and metals from this low on the floor,
and even when he arched his neck, he couldn�t see much of what was on the
shelves.��

�� Not that that matters, Harry thought. I�ll make do with what I can find here on
the ground. He turned towards a wall of metal that was probably a cauldron
and saw a wooden stirring spoon lying beside it. In moments he was across the
room and had picked up the spoon in his beak.

�� It took
longer than it usually did when he wanted to destroy something made of wood;
the handle was thick and twisted around in his beak rather than breaking at
once. But at last he found the weak point and snapped it in two, watching as
the pieces flew apart from each other. One of them hit something on the left
that broke with a tinkling sound. Harry danced up and down in place, flaring
out his tail and cooing.

�� Then he
turned and climbed one of the freestanding sets of shelves to the lowest one.
It was filled with glass vials deepset in slots�probably completed potions,
Harry thought. He tugged on the butt of one vial and couldn�t get it to move.
Each time it started to pull out, it ended up settling back into its slot again
the minute he had to readjust his grip.

�� But that
was fine. Harry was a smart bird and a smart person, and he knew what he had to
do next. He started gnawing on the edge of the nearest slot, flaking away chips
of wood and wearing down the container. This time, when he tugged on the vial,
it slid easily to the side, because the hole was no longer as snug as it had
been. Harry backed up and shook his head, and the vial was free, glittering in
the dim light of the lab.

�� Harry stood
there for long moments, half-hoping that Snape would walk through the door so
that he could see what happened next.

�� But he
didn�t, so Harry tilted his head forwards and released the vial.

�� It fell
what seemed a longer distance than the relatively short one actually separating
the shelf from the floor, and pinwheeled before it smashed. Harry watched the
potion leak across the floor among shards of glittering glass, and swept his
beak across his back five times in celebration before he moved on to the next
vial.

�� He only
broke five of them before he became bored, though. Besides, it was taking more
work than it was worth to chew up the wooden sides of the slots so that he
could wrench the vials free. He looked around for something else he could
destroy.

�� The nearest
shelf above this one had a series of books on it. Harry scraped a foot across
the shelf he stood on in satisfaction. That would do better, since he could
chew through leather and paper faster than wood.

�� How to get
there, though? There were wards strung in tight, glittering lines along the
shelves. There were gaps between them that would permit a smaller bird, like a
wren, to get through, but not one as large as Harry.

�� A few
moments of study led Harry to see what Snape had missed, though. He bobbed his
head, ruffled out his neck feathers, and then jumped out from the shelf he was
currently on and flew straight up, almost to the ceiling, keeping close to the
shelf so that the wards wouldn�t sting him. Then he turned sideways and came
down on the bookshelf from above. Humans didn�t think like that a lot, Harry
thought in contentment as he reached for the first book. They weren�t used to
living in a three-dimensional world.

�� The first
book broke and crisped so fast under his beak that it almost wasn�t fun. So
Harry grabbed the next one, which was heavy, by the spine and dragged it
instead of trying to bite it. Then he twisted and flung it into the air, though
he had to recover his balance with a quick flutter of his wings so that he
didn�t go tumbling after it.

�� The book
made its majestic way downwards and hit the edge of the potions vial shelf,
exactly where Harry had meant to toss it. The shelf wobbled. Harry watched the
long moments when it hesitatingly tipped, as if trying to make up its mind
whether to surrender to gravity or to the balance of its wooden supports.

�� Gravity won
the battle. It fell with a thunder that Harry could feel in vibrations under
his feet, and the shattering and the clattering and the general damage that happened when the shelf hit
the floor was like a soothing balm pressed directly on the source of Harry�s
rage against Snape. He let out a victory whoop and searched for another book he
could send over.

�� Then he
heard the footsteps hastening down from the stairs.

*

�� The crash
woke Draco from his doze, but he wouldn�t have moved if Severus hadn�t torn
himself out of the bed as if he had fleas and run away. Draco lay still for a
moment, wondering what it could be. Had Severus accidentally left some
explosive potion brewing? That could make a sound like that.

�� Then an
image came to him, clear as sunlight, of his hand pushing back the cover of the
lock on Potter�s cage and moving one piece of it.

�� Draco swore
and followed Severus.

�� Severus, he
noticed, hadn�t even paused to glance into the drawing room to see if Potter
was still there before he made for the lab, but Draco did. The lock clung to
the bottom of the bars, and the door was open. The cage was most definitely
empty.

�� Draco shook
his head in bewilderment as he passed through the wards in the corridor and
towards the lab. Potter must have known that Severus was going to help him even
after they had disagreed about Draco; the challenge of the potion was too great
for him to simply give it up. Why would he have turned to destroying Severus�s
lab in what looked like retaliation?

�� Besides,
Severus didn�t deserve to be punished anymore.

�� Draco
licked his lips and savored the delicious sensation in his arse for long
moments as he watched Severus disappear into the lab. He hadn�t felt anything
like it in so long that it was almost strange, almost foreign.

�� But not
really. He knew that Severus had done this as a gift to him, to keep him from leaving,
but he had no problem accepting the gift despite that. There would be changes now. Draco was hopeful,
because his threat of leaving shouldn�t have affected Severus that much unless
he really did care. And he would follow up his advantage and press Severus to
give more proof of his feelings.

�� Otherwise, I can always threaten to leave
again.

�� A wordless
shout came from the lab. Draco did hurry then. Severus sounded angry enough to
kill Potter. What did Potter do?

�� He found
out when he leaned through the door.

�� There was no
room for walking in the lab, or so it seemed. The floor was strewn with glass,
paper, bits of what had been the covers of books, potions, pieces of wood, and
a random white fluff that Draco didn�t recognize but which had probably come
from the mixture of potions. Two shelves were tipped over and leaning
drunkenly. One cauldron was dented; Draco didn�t even know how Potter had
managed that. The nearest window had
a hole through it, though that might have come more from the spells that
Severus was casting in a desperate, furious attempt to bring Potter down.

�� Potter was
flapping around near the ceiling and screaming in fear, or maybe rage; Draco
wasn�t an expert on parrot sounds. Severus aimed another curse that bounced past
him and took a chunk out of the ceiling. Potter ducked under it and flew
straight towards the window that didn�t have a hole through it. Draco blinked,
wondering if he meant to slam himself to death against the glass rather than
let Severus catch him.

�� But Potter
suddenly changed course and swerved towards the bottom of the sill, while
another curse passed over him and chopped out two panes of glass. Potter then
dodged up and flew out the resulting hole.

�� Clever bird, Draco thought. He knew he couldn�t open the windows from in
here. And then he remembered that Potter wasn�t a real bird, and snorted.

�� Severus
started to step over to push his wand through the hole in the glass. Draco
leaned back against the doorway and began clapping his hands, loudly, slowly,
and deliberately. Severus would be able to tell the difference between this and
ordinary applause�or, at least, Draco hoped he could. If he couldn�t, there
were problems in their relationship deeper than any he could fix.

�� Severus
stood still for some moments, as if someone had Immobilized him before he could
fire his last spell. Then he turned around and held out his wand so that it was
at the level of Draco�s heart, if not aimed there.

�� Draco stood
his ground. It was amazing how steady he felt, how calm. He wouldn�t have had
the courage to stand up to Severus like this before Potter came. He would have
exploded into anger that would have made Severus discard his opinion, or
flinched before the thought of the coming row and never raised the subject.

�� But Severus
had shown that he cared about Draco in some way, even if he only feared that he
would be lonely if Draco left. And that meant things could change. They had changed when they slept together.
Draco wasn�t foolish enough to imagine that that indicated a permanent change
of Severus�s heart, but it was new.

�� Are you
quite done?� he asked.

�� Severus
lowered his wand and sneered. �By all means,� he said, �tell me why I should
not be angry with Potter and the way that he has made a mess of my lab and a
mockery of my hospitality.�

�� Draco
surveyed the mess with a careful eye before he responded. �I never said that
you should not be angry,� he said. �But you are reacting rashly and without
thinking through your own motives.�

�� Severus�s
eyes narrowed. �Explain,� he demanded.

�� Draco chose
his words with greater care this time. He wanted Severus to listen to him, and
that would be the better goal to use his newfound position of power for.
Insulting Severus, as fun as it could be, would change nothing.

�� The wards
that surround your lab should have protected it from Potter,� he said.
�Especially the new ones that I watched you put up the other day. Why didn�t
they?�

�� Severus was
still for a moment, head bowed, fingers rapping on the wand. Then he said,
�They were intended to defeat an unintelligent bird, which at the time I
assumed Potter was. I did not have time to change the wards before I discovered
the truth and was�called away.�

�� That
shouldn�t have affected the wards on the door,� Draco said, in the mildest of
tones. �Why didn�t they engage? Why did they let him in?�

�� Severus
turned his head and stared balefully at the door as if it were at fault. Draco
waited, silently rejoicing. Even Severus had to know that it was no use blaming
inanimate objects. He had always insisted that Draco face up to his mistakes
instead of exculpating himself with random excuses. Would he have the courage
to do the same thing?�

�� Finally,
Severus murmured, �I was in haste. I must have neglected to engage the wards when
I stepped out into the corridor.�

�� Draco
thought of making him admit what he had been in haste about, but there was no
reason to do so. He simply nodded and said, �Yes, I see. But that means that
Potter could not get into a lab that was properly protected. If we bring him
back into the house��

�� And why
should we do that?� It was Severus�s turn to make his voice soft, the
expression on his face dangerous.

�� Draco
spread his hands. �Because we can keep the wards intact around the house and
prevent him from escaping if we wish. And because the spell on him represents a
great potential discovery, and it will be easier to study if we have him. Think
of what we could achieve from him. Besides,� he added delicately, �if he leaves
now, he could betray us. Get him back to human and require the Unbreakable Vow,
and that will not happen.�

�� Severus had
a sudden heaviness to his stance that had not been there before. Draco knew he
was thinking about it. He held his breath and waited.

�� He wanted
Potter back for his own reasons, of course. He wanted to speak with him more
about possible reasons for leaving Severus. He wanted the attention of someone
who seemed to care about him now, in case Severus started to turn back to his
old ways before Draco could establish a foothold in his heart. And it was
flattering to have the attention of his old schoolboy enemy, as well as power
over him.

�� Draco had
determined that things were going to change. It seemed to him mad now that he
had let so many years pass before attempting this�

�� But he
could understand the man he had been a few hours ago, and partially still was,
and forgive him. Long years in near-solitude wore one down. Things that his
eighteen-year-old self would have indignantly rejected seemed more plausible to
his twenty-four-year-old one. And he had clung to the memories of the love he
felt and decided that the only way to keep it alive was to remain close to
Severus.

�� Not now. If
he should leave, Draco wanted to know why. If he should stay, he wanted to know
why. He wanted to keep the energy and anger pulsing through himself alive.

�� Potter had
been the catalyst for it once before. He might serve as that again if Draco
started to lose sight of his goals.

�� Severus
must know nothing of that, of course. He had objected to Draco having an
independent point-of-view before. But he could be brought around by the
temptations Draco had dangled in front of him.

�� Severus
nodded now, his eyes distant. �Very well. We will capture Potter instead of
kill him.� He paused and turned that distant stare on Draco. �But I will
require your help in cleaning up my lab. And keeping him under control.�

�� He probably
didn�t understand why Draco agreed to that so cheerfully, and Draco didn�t see
the point in trying to explain it to him. If Severus�s heart had shrunk that
much, he wouldn�t understand it anyway.

�� If his
heart had a lingering ember of a flame still�

�� Well, Draco
would need to blow it alight at a better time.

*

�� inu-hottie:
He doesn�t realize what he was doing to Draco, yet; he�s still only concerned
with himself. But Draco has a better grasp on it and will set about changing
himself. We�ll see how long that lasts, of course.

�� Yes, the
downfall is going to be hard, because that�s the only thing that will shock
Severus into his senses.

�� Thanks for
reviewing.

�� mrequecky: Snape
couldn�t really tell him why he stopped him, because he doesn�t yet understand
it himself.

�� DarklessVision:
Thanks! I can promise that the next chapters will be plenty angsty, and that I
update every three days.

�� poisonous_passion:
Thank you! At the moment, Draco is not thinking of a more permanent separation,
but he may before long.
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