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62—Libretto
“And if you’re searching for an answer, stick around. I say, it’s coming up. It’s coming up.”—Paul McCartney
(Severus) 
Stacks of books encircled Severus like towering sentinels, some leaning precariously, others already toppled. He’d collected every book in the Malfoy library that had anything to do with sex magic, and he’d been systematically eliminating possibilities since breakfast. A mountain of discards sat to his right, its height growing a little more with every passing hour. But Severus wasn’t discouraged; he’d scarcely dented the surface of what seemed to be a bottomless well of carnal knowledge.
The Malfoy lineage was a perverse one, and it appeared no generation shied away from the intrigue of sexual magic. While sex magic was in no way “dark,” like any field it could only reflect the nature of the witch or wizard using it. And the Malfoys weren’t exactly known for their lighter aspects.
Most of the books were nothing more than fluff: potions to enhance erections, wandwork for intricate restraints, charms for autoerotic pleasure. All of which were quickly dismissed. He needed something with theoretical substance. Something intelligent. The older books tended to wander into a world of strange and forgotten lore, and Severus gravitated to them first, hopeful they would provide him with something other than arcane diagrams and diatribes on blood purity.
Veronique had owled back, assuring them that, since Hermione’s temperature had returned to normal after a cold shower, there was no cause for alarm—Hermione’s body was simply adjusting to the new magic. She told them to bring her in if the temperature returned and couldn’t be lowered. So far Hermione seemed fine. She claimed she was getting used to her new perceptions, and Draco had taken her to Diagon Alley to test her vision while they searched the rare book sellers for pertinent titles.
Severus rubbed his eyes and checked the clock to see how long they'd been gone. Galloping Gorgons! He’d missed lunch, and it was almost time for dinner! Where had the day gone? 
Flipping through the remaining pages of his current selection, he decided to finish it before heading to the kitchen; heating up the casserole wouldn’t take long, and there were still so many books to get through he didn’t dare procrastinate.
Leaning back over the decaying tome with a sigh, Severus returned to his skimming.
Uses for animal semen. No. But he might come back to that for potions research. Ingesting fairy dust to achieve altered states of sexual awareness. No. His sexual awareness was uncomfortably acute as it was. Music to induce ecstasy. No, but he’d save that for Lucius; he might be interested.
Magical Triads. 
Severus stopped. When was the last time he’d heard that term? Three decades? Four? He’d dabbled in sexual magic as a teenager and had come across the phrase in his reading, but the idea had been so outside his realm of reality, he’d banished the information to the cobwebbed storage space of his brain. Obviously there were too many of them to be a triad, but it was at least a step in the right direction: multiple people with some sort of magical-sexual connection. He perused the section to see if it held any clues.
Extremely rare is the Triad, a group of three individuals who, for reasons unknown, become interwoven, locking the members in a magical union. Gender is inconsequential, for it is the core essence that merges and bonds. Although not as rare as Quartets [see Museburg], Triads are difficult to study as they tend to hide their unconventional relationships due to societal constraints.
Severus stared at the last sentence. Quartets? What the hell was a Quartet? Something rarer than a Triad? What could be rarer than a Triad? They were scarcely more than legend. 
Museburg? 
Hadn't he seen a Museburg book when he was separating the stacks?
Spinning around, Severus pushed aside one pile and started rummaging though the dusty assemblage behind it, quickly tossing aside each book as soon as he identified the author. 
He finally came to a weathered grey manuscript whose gilt lettering had worn to a dull mirage—but he could just make out a tarnished “Museburg” along the spine. Severus flipped it open and scoured the pages, searching for some reference to Quartets.
It seemed Museburg had written a detailed guide on sexual energy and how it merged with the partner’s during sex. Severus would have been interested in reading the whole thing if he wasn't so pressed for time.
Coming to a chapter on Triads, he slowed down. Museburg was far more in-depth than his contemporaries, and the wealth of information he’d collected held Severus riveted. At the end of the chapter, a small addendum caught his eye:
In my all my years of research, I have only once come across an infamous “Quartet.” I met them through a Triad in Spain, and they agreed to speak candidly of their connection. 
This particular Quartet was comprised of two witches and two wizards, all of them woven together in a unique tapestry of magic. Much like the Triads I had studied, each member of the Quartet displayed a keen magical ability, which they claimed had grown and altered as they became closer over the years.
They allowed me to stay with them for several weeks, and I witnessed firsthand the incredible power of their love. Their individual energies and personalities were integral to the raw magic coursing through them, and when those energies combined, they manifested in an altogether new force that dwarfed their previous powers.
Although the same essential process happens with Triads, the addition of one extra person seems to make a drastic difference. The magic radiating off them was palpable, even when they weren’t engaged in sexual congress.
I suspect that while the Triad is a sturdy tripod of magical integration, the Quartet brings in the power of four. The four directions: north, south, east, and west. The four seasons: spring summer, winter, and fall. The four elements: earth, air, fire, and water. The four times of the day: morning, noon, evening, and night.
As with all other sexual magic, sexual fluids are a key ingredient, intensifying the effects of congress; but with the Quartet the effects are even greater. All the members claimed that ingestion of the others’ fluids increased their well-being; and even more telling, they claimed that combining the fluids produced a spectacularly strong outcome. Orgasm and simultaneous touch were, understandably, integral to their potency.
Just like a Triad, the Quartet’s magic is sparked by sexual, magical, and emotional compatibility. Although their inter-personal relationships were varied, they all loved one another; and that, I suspect, is the origin of their extraordinary power. Love is a magic I have yet to see adequately explained, and its strength is beyond the scope of my understanding; but the Quartet confirmed my theories about the necessary components of a robust union: a melding of body, heart, mind, and soul.
Severus read it again.
And again.
Were they a Quartet? That seemed preposterous. They weren’t some mystical coterie of libidinous power.
But everything fit perfectly. They were so obviously the four elements Severus wondered why he hadn’t seen it before.
Draco, with his ocean of emotions, was water. Heart. Evening. Lucius was earth—the solid strength. Body. Night. Severus could be nothing but air. Mind. Morning. And Hermione—she was the soul. Noon. Fire. Summer. 
Heat. 
Fuck. 
Her fevers. She was literally embodying her element. They were bringing it out in her.
And Draco had been right about the magic semen. She had the most visceral reactions when their fluids merged into one super-emission. No doubt their simultaneous orgasms boosted the connection and probably made up for the times they lacked sperm mixture.
But in reality they were always mixing. In her. She had become the vessel for their magical essences. And because she had become the sole repository of ALL four energies, her magic was expanding at an exponential rate.
Severus scanned the passage again and paused when he reached the line about sexual fluids. Sweet Circe! Did she smell and taste so amazing to him because of the magic coursing through her veins? And Lucius, was his delectability due to their connection? Would Draco taste equally enticing? What would happen if they all started ingesting the others’ sexual fluids? Draco and Lucius weren’t going to like that, but hadn’t Draco already licked their cum out of her once before? He had. No, wait, he hadn't gotten his own in the mix. Did the person absorbing the fluids count as their own element?
What about the love? They all loved Hermione without question, but how did the rest of them fare? His feelings for Lucius had been steadily growing over the past several months, and although he’d never said it out loud, Severus loved Lucius in a way he’d never loved anyone else. They shared a bond most people couldn’t comprehend. And while things with Draco were still too new and undecided for any declarations of love, Severus knew in his heart that his feelings for the boy were more than simple affection. 
It seemed Lucius and Draco were the odd ones out; they weren’t romantically involved. But deep down they did love one another. And although that love was complicated, it was certainly intense and linked by blood. Was that enough? It must have been, or there would be no magic to speak of.
And there was definitely some kind of magic, of that he was sure. He’d felt it. Witnessed it. Lived it. All the momentous changes in his life suddenly made sense. His improved sleep. His sense of inner calm. His success in the lab. Although he hadn’t worked out the dragon pox cure, he’d developed the scar balm . . . and then improved it. Everything was looking up.
Or was it that he was looking up? Had love changed his views? Had he caused his own good fortune simply by opening his heart? 
And what of Lucius and Draco? Had they experienced comparable benefits? He needed to talk to them immediately. What was happening to them and what was happening because of them might be hard to separate, but he needed to at least gather all the information so they could look at it objectively. 
This was their lives they were dealing with. Their magic. He would leave nothing to chance.
Libretto—A book of text containing the words of an opera or musical.
“Coming Up” by Paul McCartney. Written by Paul McCartney and released in 1980. There’s the original version and then the one he recorded live with Wings.
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