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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 came through the Floo into Severus’ rooms and smiled. “Hello, Sev.”
Severus didn’t even look up. “I’m busy.” He said.
Draco just smiled wider. “That’s fine, I didn’t come by to see you, anyway. I’m going to see Harry. Bye!” He waved as he left the room, heading for Gryffindor Tower.
He came to the door, and the fat lady eyed him imperiously. “I know you.” She said. “You’re a Slytherin.”
Draco smirked. “I am. Remembrance.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Who gave you the password?”
Draco sighed. “The only occupant at the moment, of course. Now open up.” He demanded.
“I will not open for a Slytherin!” She huffed.
Draco raised a brow. “I suppose I could resort to burning you, if you don’t open.”
She paled and let him in.
Draco snorted and walked in.
Harry stood from the couch and smiled at him. “So, she did let you in, after all.”
“I may have had to threaten her.” Draco said with a smirk.
Harry grinned. “What did you threaten her with?” He asked.
“I said I’d burn her. I wouldn’t, really, but she doesn’t know that.” Draco said lightly.
Harry laughed. “She’s really going to hate you now.” He said through his laughter.
Draco shrugged. “One could argue that she already did. She didn’t want to let me in, even when I gave her the password, after all.”
“I tried to explain things to her, but she wouldn’t listen to me.” Harry said. “How did your N.E.W.T. go?”
Draco smirked. “The proctor suggested I go for my Mastery in Potions. I think I probably got an O.” He said in amusement.
Harry laughed. “Sounds like it. So, what should we do?”
Draco smirked, pulling his practice Snitch from his pocket. “Game of Snitch? No brooms.” He challenged.
Harry grinned, his wings unfurling and slipping through the slits he’d cut in all of his shirts and robes. Luckily, he’d found a spell to keep them closed until his wings needed to pass through, when the slits would open under the gentle pressure. “You’re on, Malfoy!”
*****
After Draco had caught the Snitch once and Harry twice, they decided to go flying around the castle, to get a bird’s eye view of it. They were soaring around, peering in windows, when Harry made a startling discovery. “I thought you said that our wings couldn’t come out unless we were around other Faurae or alone?” He asked, looking in through a window.
“It’s true. Why?” Draco asked from above him.
“Because Dumbledore’s looking straight at me, and I’m not dropping out of the sky.” He said, waving to the man inside.
Draco waved a hand carelessly. “Yes, well, he’s not exactly outside with us, now is he? Apparently others can see us from inside without endangering us.” He said.
Harry grinned brightly. “So I can show the others my wings! I just have to do it through a window!” He said happily.
Draco sniffed. “I suppose you could, if you really wanted to.” He allowed as they moved on, flying low over the lake, avoiding the half-hearted grabs of tentacles.
“So, it’s apparently okay for the squid to see us.” Harry said.
Draco nodded. “Only beings will make our wings retract. Centaurs, house-elves, Merpeople, you get the picture. Fae and the High Elves are the only exceptions to the rule. I assume since we’re so closely related, but I’m not entirely sure.” He said.
Harry flipped over for a second, glancing down at Draco as he turned, then flipped right-side-up again. “So that means I could go flying with Hedwig?” He asked.
Draco smiled. “If she’ll stay where you can go and where you won’t come across anyone, yes. But birds are notorious for going where we can’t. They don’t seem to understand our limitations.”
“You sound like you’ve tried it.” Harry said in interest.
“Yes, well, it ended when Hermes got tired of being followed and crossed the Wards.” Draco said with obvious amusement.
Harry laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like your bird. He’s got quite the temper.” He remarked.
Draco snorted. “If you think he’s bad, you should see Severus’ owl. If Severus doesn’t tell him to be nice, he won’t. I remember one birthday where I didn’t take the package from him fast enough, and he pecked me so deeply that it left a scar. Father was furious, and told Severus that if he couldn’t control his bird, it should not be allowed to carry post to children.” He finished.
Harry winced. “Well, it is Snape’s owl, after all. Maybe it needs to be mean, to deal with him.”
Draco sighed and they headed toward the Quidditch pitch to land. “Severus is only mean in class, as you well know, and he needs to be stern there. Potions can be dangerous if the students don’t take it seriously.”
“That never stopped you from adding things to my cauldron.” Harry pointed out.
Draco pouted. “It wasn’t only me.” He said, then added, “Sometimes I told Blaise to do it.”
Harry threw his hands up in the air. “That still makes it your fault!”
Draco shrugged. “Yes, well, I won’t do it anymore, alright?”
“I would hope not. That would make us enemies again, and I kind of like being on good terms with you, prat though you may be.” Harry teased.
Draco frowned at him. “Don’t call me a prat, you git!”
Harry grinned at him. “When you act like one, you get called on it.” He said unrepentantly.
Draco huffed. “And here I thought you liked me!” He said.
“I do.” Harry said honestly. “At least I like you now. But you can’t honestly say that you weren’t at least a little bit of a prat before now. To me and Ron and Hermione, at the very least.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Alright, yes, I’ll admit it. So, how did they react when you told them you were becoming friends with me? Or am I your dirty little secret?” He asked.
Harry shrugged. “I told them. Ron was a bit upset, but he’ll get over it. Hermione thinks it’s great that we’re putting the past behind us. By the way, are you going to be nice to them now, or am I special?”
Draco smirked. “You’re definitely special, Potter, but I’ll be civil to them if they extend the same courtesy to me.” He said evenly.
Harry grinned. “Great! It’ll make staying friends with you easier. It’d be hard to stay friends with someone my other friends didn’t like, and they’re still my best friends.”
“I understand. I can’t usurp that spot from them, just like you’ll never have a hope of ousting Blaise from his spot as mine. Though you’re welcome to try, if you want.” Draco said with an answering grin.
Harry looked up and sighed. “I think we’ve missed dinner.” He said.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a problem. We’ll just swing by the kitchens and get something from the elves.”
“You know how to get into the kitchens?” Harry asked in surprise.
“Every self-respecting Slytherin knows how to get into the kitchens, Potter.” Draco said dryly.
Harry shrugged. “And here I thought I’d get to teach you. Oh, well.”
Draco smirked at him. “After you, then.”
*****
Harry smiled eagerly, waiting at the doors for his first sight of Ron and Hermione. A month had passed since his inheritance, and he had grown used to his wings after flying nearly every day, and had discovered what Malfoy meant by ‘an aversion to some foods.’ He could no longer handle strongly-flavored foods, and he couldn’t handle large amounts of salt.
Draco had told him that at the Manor they ate mostly Elven foods, and Harry had asked the house-elves to prepare him some Elven dishes to try it. Elven food was blander, and since it didn’t overload his palate, he’d taken to eating it more often.
Other things the elves prepared were more hit-and-miss, but he still tried his old favorites from time to time. The elves had learned that he’d ask for Elven food when he wanted it, otherwise he’d eat what was served to everyone.
Ron and Hermione were the first to show, hurrying toward him from the gate. Harry beamed at them and waved, hugging Hermione when she got close enough.
“Well, you’re certainly looking good! Had a good rest of the summer?” Hermione asked happily.
Harry nodded. “The best.” He said.
Ron slapped him on the back and grinned. “Good to see you again, mate.”
“Don’t call me that.” Harry reminded him, still uncomfortable with the word.
“Right.” Ron said, flushing. “Sorry.”
They went into the Great Hall and took their seats as the rest of the students came in.
Soon, the Great Hall was filled with the noise of everyone catching up with each other and discussing their summers.
Lucius was seated at the Head Table next to Snape, and they were conversing in low tones, ignoring the other teachers. Harry met Draco’s eyes and grinned at him.
Draco grinned back and turned to Blaise, saying something.
Blaise seemed surprised and looked up to meet Harry’s gaze, then turned back to Draco and said something, to which Draco nodded.
*****
Draco nodded. “Yes, Blaise, really. He’s not so bad, actually. And, don’t tell anyone, but…” He leaned in close, then whispered, “He’s a Faurae.”
Blaise raised an eyebrow. “Oh. Well, that explains things. I’m glad, though. This means you won’t be asking me to slip things into his potions anymore, right?” He checked.
Draco laughed. “No, we won’t be sabotaging his work anymore. Besides, we’re above juvenile pranks now. We’re seventh years. Have to set a good example, and all that.”
“When have you ever set a good example?” Blaise teased.
Draco smirked. “Well, you may be right, there, but I have to at least try. Besides, my father’s on the staff now. If I get in trouble, he’ll kill me. Or put me in detention, I’m not sure which would be worse.” He mused.
Blaise winced. “Yeah, detention with one’s father would be horrible. I pity you.”
Draco waved a hand. “As long as I keep out of trouble, things will be fine. And it’s kind of nice, knowing he’s here if I want to talk to him.” He said lightly.
Dumbledore stood up to make his announcements, and the Hall slowly grew silent.
*****
Severus climbed the stairs to the Owlery, clutching the small package he was about to send to Draco. He called his black Eagle owl, Vinculum, whom he had named when he was still young and foolish enough to dream of a bond.
The owl flew down and landed on his shoulder, giving him a sharp nip on his ear for being gone so long. “I’m sorry, Vin, but I have a job for you now.” He said placatingly. “This is for Draco Malfoy. Be gentle with him. If you’re not, Lucius may just kill me, plus I don’t want Draco hurt.”
He tied the small package to the owl carefully, then fed him a treat. “Be good. There will be more things to deliver in the near future.” He said, stroking a finger over the dark feathers.
Vinculum inclined his head to show that he understood, then flew up to the rafters to wait the few minutes until breakfast.
Severus hurried to the Great Hall. He didn’t want to miss the look on Draco’s face when he opened the courting gloves.
*****
Draco and Blaise headed into the Great Hall and sat down, Blaise still trying to wake up fully.
Draco snorted. “You’re always so tired when we first get back to school. You need to keep getting up early in the mornings during summer. Then, school won’t have you so tired.” He suggested.
Blaise yawned. “Shut up. I’m still adjusting to the time change, and I had a late night. Couldn’t sleep.” He explained.
The post came in and Severus’ owl headed for Draco, a small package tied to its leg.
Draco stared at it in shock as it landed in front of him. “Surely not.” He looked up at the man, and Severus inclined his head, indicating that he should take the package.
Draco took the box and opened it, finding a pair of white gloves.
Blaise woke up instantly at seeing the gloves. “Holy—Courting gloves?!”
Draco nodded dazedly. “From Severus.” He breathed, then slipped them on, smiling widely. “He’s courting me.” He said happily.
Blaise smiled at him. “Wonder what changed his mind?” He asked, having gotten a letter from Draco explaining what was going on over the summer.
“I don’t care.” Draco said. “I’m just glad it happened. Though I’m pretty sure Harry had something to do with it.”
Pansy sat down in front of Draco, looking at his hands. “So, who is it?”
Draco was looking at the note that had come with the gloves. It said simply: “See me at lunchtime. My office.”
Blaise grinned. “Severus.” He answered.
Pansy blinked at Draco. “Seriously, Draco?” She asked.
Draco met her eyes and smiled. “Seriously. I don’t know what changed his mind, but I’m happy about it, whatever it was.”
Pansy nodded. “I can tell. I’m happy for you both. I never thought he’d take up with one of his students, though.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “He hasn’t. I took my N.E.W.T. at the Ministry over the summer. I’m not in Potions anymore.” He explained. “Therefore, I’m no longer his student.”
Pansy sighed. “You know what I meant.” She said irritably.
“Have your coffee, Pans. You’re horrible when you haven’t had your morning caffeine.” Draco said distractedly, offering Vinculum some bacon, which he accepted. “Thank you, Vin.” He said.
The owl inclined its head and flew off.
“Draco, darling, you know I love you, right?” Pansy asked.
Draco smiled at her. “I’m the brother you always wanted.” He answered.
“Then you know I mean it in the nicest possible way when I tell you shut up or I’ll kill you.” She said sweetly through gritted teeth, pouring a cup of coffee. “And Blaise, when are you going to get a move on?” She asked.
Blaise choked and flushed. “I have no idea what you mean.” He said.
Pansy rolled her eyes. “I mean, I want a pair of those,” she said, indicating Draco’s gloves, “and soon.”
Blaise glared at Draco. “Great, now you’ve done it.”
“What, am I not good enough for a formal courtship?!” Pansy asked. “You are the Head of your family, so you’d best do it, or I’ll be quite cross with you.”
“That’s not what I meant! I meant I didn’t want to do that until we were out of school!” Blaise explained.
Pansy eyed him. “You have until Christmas to start the process, Love.” She said firmly. “I don’t want to wait forever.”
Blaise blinked. “It’s not forever, it’s nine months!” He said.
“That’s still a longer time than I want to wait.” Pansy told him.
Blaise shrugged. “Fine. By Christmas, it is.”
Pansy smiled. “Thank you, Love. I knew you’d see things my way.”
Draco saw Potter take his seat and waved at him.
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