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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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Harry saw Draco waving at him. He waved back. “Why is he wearing those gloves?” He asked aloud.

Hermione turned around to look at him, and her jaw dropped. “Those are courting gloves!” She breathed. “Are they from Snape?” She asked, looking at Harry.

Harry shrugged and gave Draco a thumbs-up, grinning. “By how happy he is, I’d assume so. I did convince him to give Draco a shot, I just never told you guys. I didn’t want to chance it getting back to Draco. Severus threatened me if he found out. And I value my life.” He said lightly.

Hermione nodded. “Well, at least Malfoy will be in a good mood, I suppose.” She said.

Harry turned his grin on her. “Hopefully this’ll put Snape in a better mood, too.”

Ron grimaced. “I don’t see why you two are so happy about all this. It’s gross.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Because it’s Snape!” Ron answered. “The Greasy Git. He’s vile!”

Harry sighed. “He’s really not that bad, and his hair’s only like that while he’s around Potions. He coats it with this stuff that protects it from the fumes. He washes it out when he’s not over a cauldron.” He explained.

“He’s still a right arse.” Ron groused.

Harry grinned. “In class, yes, he is. Out of it, not so much. Besides, you don’t have to deal with him. Only Hermione and I do. All you have to do is hope Hermione keeps learning Potions right so she can teach you what you’ll need for N.E.W.T.s.” He had been lucky enough to have Dumbledore intercede on his behalf, but the Headmaster hadn’t been able to get Snape to take Ron into his N.E.W.T. class as well, since he had only scored an A on his O.W.L.

So, Hermione had taken it upon herself to tutor him in Potions.

Harry watched Draco laughing with his friends for a few more moments, then finished his breakfast and headed out of the Great Hall.

“Harry!”

Harry turned at Draco’s shout and smiled as the other Faurae rushed toward him. “What?”

“I don’t know what you said, but I know you had something to do with this.” Draco said, showing him the gloves, then hugged him. “Thank you!”

Harry laughed and hugged him back. “Hey, meet me after classes in the Room of Requirement and I’ll tell you what I said, alright? You could probably use the knowledge at some point, since you’ll be dealing with him a lot.”

“You’re going to leave us for him?” Ron asked.

Harry turned to face him. “I have to let my wings out each week, Ron. For an hour, at least. If you’re going to get mad about me doing that with Malfoy, who happens to be the only person my age that can keep me company while I do that, we’re going to have problems.” He said evenly.

Ron clamped his mouth shut, then shook his head. “Fine, whatever.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Weasley, I’m not trying to steal him from you. I intend to share him. There’s no need to get jealous, he’ll always like you best.” He said. “I’ll see you after class, then, Scarhead.” He said with a smirk.

Harry laughed. “’Til then, Ferret.” He returned.

Draco just snorted and walked toward the dungeons. He was obviously going back to his common room during his free period, since he no longer took Potions.

“Ron, don’t get mad, please. I’m just trying to branch out with my friendships. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” Harry said.

Ron just shook his head. “He called you Scarhead.” He said.

Harry shrugged. “And I called him Ferret. He didn’t get mad. I know he meant it all in good fun, he didn’t mean it to hurt me like he used to. I understand him a bit better now.”

“I suppose that’s true. Just don’t forget about us.” Ron said softly.

Harry slapped him on the back. “I never will, Ron. But now Hermione and I need to get to Potions or we’ll be late.”

Ron grimaced. “I’ll head to the library, since I have a free period.” He said.

Harry smiled. “See you in Charms.” He said lightly.

*****

Draco headed out of Charms and strode toward the dungeons, a smile on his face. He looked down yet again, admiring the courting gloves on his hands as he made his way to Severus’ office. He knocked, and the terse “enter” made his smile widen.

He opened the door and walked in. “Sir.” He said.

Severus smiled. “I am not your professor anymore, Draco. And given the gloves you are wearing so proudly, I would say that such a level of formality between us is improper. While we are alone, you may address me as Severus.”

“Or Sev?” Draco asked cheekily.

Severus sighed. “Or by that ridiculous nickname, if you must.” He allowed.

Draco nodded. “I must. Someone needs to do it, and I see no one else taking the chance.” He said. “Are you really going to court me?” He asked, suddenly nervous. What if this was all some kind of joke?

Severus eyed the gloves on his hands and inclined his head. “I would not have sent the gloves if I was not certain I wanted to do this. I am truly courting you, Draco, to see if we might suit. Despite your youth, you are a man grown, and I will endeavor to see you as one, instead of the child I helped to raise.” He said.

Draco beamed at him. “Then thank you. I’ve been wanting you since I was old enough to know what wanting was.”

Severus closed his eyes. “I am glad you waited to tell me until you were of age.”

Draco raised a brow. “I knew you wouldn’t touch me until then.” He said.

Severus opened his eyes. “I would not have felt right about it, no. But if you are going to insist on this, I have no choice but to accept that I must give you a chance to prove yourself to me. If I can come to care for you in this manner, I will allow myself to.” He said, searching Draco’s face. “You are truly lovely, Draco.” He said softly.

Draco smiled. “I’m glad you think so. I’d hate to think this whole thing was distasteful to you, but if you can find me attractive, that’s a good start.”

Severus smiled. “No one could ever call a Malfoy anything but beautiful.”

“I’d like for you to call me yours.” Draco said softly.

“In time, perhaps.” Severus murmured. “For now, I’m staying within the bonds of propriety. You will, too. I’m sure you understand the constrictions we find ourselves under?”

Draco sighed. “No kisses until after the fourth date. Nothing more than oral or hand-jobs until the weekend get-away. And penetrative sex must wait until the consummation.” He ticked the points off on his fingers.

Severus raised a brow. “All forms of sex will wait until then, Draco. There will be no stretching the rules.” He said firmly.

Draco pouted. “Very well.” He said in a put-upon tone. ‘But I’ll do my best to make you change your mind.’ He added mentally.

“Our first date will be during the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year.” Severus told him, seeing the blond’s eyes light up.

“Yes, Severus.” Draco responded eagerly. “I look forward to it.”

Severus smiled. “You should have just enough time to eat something if you make your way to lunch now. Go, and I’ll see you later.”

Draco nodded and left. ‘This is for real! Severus is really courting me!’ He thought happily.

*****

Harry walked up to the Room of Requirement, opening the door and finding it empty.

He went in and made himself comfortable on the black couch, sitting forward enough to let his wings out behind him and not squish them. Thankfully, the room was decorated in black, white and purple, not a hint of House colors in sight. ‘Very neutral.’ Harry thought approvingly.

A soft knock on the door was his only warning before Draco breezed in, the courting gloves clutched in one hand. He shoved them in his robe pocket and sat on the couch sideways, facing Harry, his wings erupting from his back. “What on Earth did you say to him, Potter?!” He asked, awestruck.

Harry laughed, then grew serious. “I asked him if he wanted to see you live out the rest of your life miserable and alone, pining for him. I asked him if he did that to you, could he live with himself. His answer was ‘no.’” He finished.

Draco gulped, nodding. “And I would have, if he refused to be with me. I’ll have no other. Harry, I owe you, big time. And Slytherins always pay back a debt. I owe you a boon.” He said formally.

Harry frowned. “A what?”

“A boon. A favor. Anything you want, whenever you choose to call it in.” Draco said.

Harry blinked. “I didn’t do it to get something in return. I just did it because you seemed willing to be alone if no one did, and no one should be alone forever.”

Draco smirked. “Not even the dungeon bat and all-around greasy git, Severus Snape?” He asked.

Harry laughed. “No, not even him. He deserves to be happy, same as everyone else. And I think you’d bend over backwards to make him happy.”

Draco’s smirk turned into a leer. “I’d rather bend over forwards to make him happy.” He purred.

Harry grabbed a throw pillow off the couch and hit him with it. “Get your mind out of the gutter! And would you help me with this Potions assignment?” He asked, pulling a length of parchment out of his bag. “List five potions that interact badly with lust potions, and why.” He said.

Draco rolled his eyes. “That’s easy, Potter, but fine, I’ll help you. Merlin knows, you could use the help. But just so you know, me helping you with your homework doesn’t count as your boon. I’m doing this because we’re friends now.” He said.

Harry shrugged. “Fine.”

“The first one you should put down is Pepper-Up, because there’s beetle eyes in it. The beetle eyes interact with the jasmine in all lust potions and ferments, so instead of being lustful and having more energy, it just makes you slightly drunk, which causes lethargy and can interfere with your ability to get it up.” Draco said, watching as Harry wrote down his words, taking care to paraphrase most of it so it sounded like he was the one writing it, instead of Draco just rattling off the information.

*****

Harry walked back to Gryffindor Tower and let himself in, grinning widely. He found Ron and Hermione sitting on the couch and snagged the empty chair near them. “So, Ron, you’re a Pureblood, right?” He asked.

Ron looked up from his Divination homework. “Yeah, why?”

“What does owing someone a boon mean?” Harry asked.

Ron frowned. “It means someone did a good turn for someone, so they owe the person one favor of their choosing in the future. Whatever the person asks for, if they can grant it. Why?”

Harry shrugged. “Draco says he owes me a boon for helping with Snape.” He explained.

Neville and Ron gaped at him.

“Malfoy owes you a boon?!” Neville asked. “Wow. Keep that in reserve, he’ll probably end up with a lot of influence someday, if his father’s any indication.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’ll use it when I want to, and probably sooner rather than later. I don’t want it hanging over us forever.”

“Speaking of Malfoys…” Ron turned around. “Hey, Gin!” He called out.

Ginny turned around from her conversation. “Yeah?”

“What was Defense like with Malfoy teaching?” Ron asked.

Ginny smiled. “Oh, it was brilliant! He really knows what he’s teaching! He’s almost like Professor Lupin was!” She enthused.

Harry smiled. “Good. Maybe we’ll learn something useful this year.” He remarked.

*****

Draco sat down and arranged his book and parchment in front of him, watching as the other students filtered in slowly.

Once everyone was seated, Lucius stood up from behind his desk and began pacing, hands clasped behind his back. “Everyone in this class has passed their O.W.L.s with at least an E in Defense Against the Dark Arts. As such, you all have what it takes to succeed. I expect you to push yourself, to find out where your abilities lie and where you are weaker than you’d like to be. This classroom is a safe place to push yourselves to your limits, and force yourself past them. If you give me your all, I can help you to survive the war we are in the midst of.” He said. “For our first lesson, we will be dealing with how to defend yourselves against a foe few ever encounter, but one that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named favors: Dementors. The only defense against them is the Patronus Charm. The incantation is ‘Expecto Patronum,’ and the wand movement is like so:” He demonstrated the swish and jab motion needed to cast the charm. “But more than that, it requires that you hold in your mind the happiest memory you possess as you cast. I’d like you all to stand up and call forth your happiest memory and attempt to cast the spell. Do no be disheartened if you can only call forth a mist, or nothing at all. This is very advanced magic, and it’s not easy to do.”

Harry and the other Gryffindors were grinning like loons. Harry turned around and looked over his fellow Gryffindors. “On three, then. One. Two. Three!”

A chorus of “Expecto Patronum!” filled the room, and suddenly there were silvery animals everywhere.

Lucius was gazing in amazement at Seamus’ fox, Hermione’s otter, Ron’s terrier, Harry’s stag, Lavender’s cocker spaniel, Parvati’s unicorn and Neville’s frog.

“Well, this is most unexpected.” Lucius said calmly, after a moment of shock. “Who is unable to cast their Patronus?” He asked.

Most of the Slytherins raised their hands. “Everyone that can cast a corporeal Patronus, pick someone who cannot and teach them how. Remember, you are all here to learn, so get along. I will have no fighting in my classroom.”

Harry watched his DA members and fellow Gryffindors fan out and take charge of teaching the Slytherins to cast their Patroni. He walked over to Draco. “So, you can cast a corporeal Patronus?” He asked.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Expecto Patronum!” He cast, and an antipodean opaleye, the smallest breed of dragon, appeared in front of him. “I learned over the summer.” He explained. “Not nearly as impressive as you, learning at thirteen. Show-off.” He said, grinning.

Harry laughed. “I’m afraid it’s true. Still, that’s pretty impressive. It’s not something most wizards ever learn.” He said.

Draco nodded. “Father feels it’s in our best interests to learn. He taught me over the summer, and I can use mine to deliver messages if need be.”

Harry’s eyebrows rose. “That’s more than I can do. I can’t send messages with mine.” He said.

Draco smiled. “So, I’m finally besting you in Defense? I’ll make a note on my calendar. Am finally more advanced in Defense than Potter, have achieved life’s aim.” He joked.

Harry laughed. “Hey, do you think he’ll teach us all to send messages with them?”

“If you ask, he might.” Draco said with a shrug. “It’s not that hard, once you can cast it.”

“I’m going to go ask, then.” Harry said, and walked up to Lucius. “Professor Malfoy?” He asked.

Lucius looked at him, one brow raised. “Yes, Mr. Potter?” He asked.

Harry took a deep breath and realized that my, Lucius Malfoy smelled really good! “One: You’re starting to smell good again,”

Lucius cursed and dug a dampening potion out of his pocket, drinking it quickly.

“And two: can you teach us to send messages with our Patronus?” He asked.

Lucius smiled, and Harry was surprised again at how approachable it made the man look. “Of course, Mr. Potter, provided everyone can cast a Patronus by our next lesson.”

Harry nodded and began walking around the room, helping those that were still having trouble with the charm.

*****

“A word, if you will, Mr. Potter.” Lucius said, after dismissing the class.

Harry looked up in surprise. “Okay.” He said, finishing putting his book and parchment back into his bag, then walked up to Lucius’ desk as the classroom cleared.

“How exactly did all of Gryffindor become so proficient in the Patronus charm, and how did you know they were?” Lucius asked him.

Harry flushed and ran a hand through his hair. “You know how Umbridge came to teach Defense in me and Draco’s fifth year?” He asked.

Lucius nodded. “Yes, I remember Draco whining that she wasn’t teaching anything useful.”

“Yeah, most of us shared that opinion. We formed a secret group that we called ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ to practice Defense ourselves, and I led the group. Most of the Gryffindors learned the Patronus there, and last year, Lavender and Parvati wanted to know, since they’d heard that even Neville had learned the charm, and they didn’t want to be looked at as the only Gryffindor sixth years that didn’t know it. They came to me and asked me to teach them, so I did.” Harry said with a shrug.

Lucius eyed him thoughtfully. “When and how did you learn the charm, though, Mr. Potter?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “I learned third year. The Dementors that were stationed around the school to look for Sirius Black affected me rather strongly, so Remus Lupin, the teacher that year, taught me to cast the charm. I managed to cast a fully corporeal Patronus near the end of the year, saving me and Sirius from something like a hundred Dementors.” He said.

Lucius was stunned. ‘Such power at only thirteen! The Dark Lord has no idea what he’s up against!’ He realized. “I see.” He said aloud. “You may go.”

Harry left, and Lucius sank weakly into the chair behind his desk. ‘It’s certainly a good thing I switched sides.’ He thought dazedly. ‘There’s no way that that young man is going to lose this war.’
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