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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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When they returned to Hogsmeade, Draco smirked up at Severus. “Are you going to stay with me for the rest of the day, or are you going to go back to Hogwarts to hide in your office and think about what I’ve said today?” He asked.
Severus leveled a glare at Draco, whose smirk just widened. “I am going to Honeydukes to pick up some dark chocolate truffles, then I will return to Hogwarts.” He answered.
Draco nodded, still smirking. “Of course. I’ll go with you. I need more sugar quills, and some chocoballs would be nice.” He said lightly.
Severus raised an eyebrow. “I knew there was a good reason behind your tendency to suck on quills.” He commented.
Draco looked up at him, eyes sparkling with mirth. “No telling on me, Sev. That wouldn’t be very nice.”
Severus snorted. “I am not a nice man.” He said dryly.
“You are to me. And I like it that way.” Draco said, slipping his hand into Severus’ as they entered the shop. He squeezed it once, then dropped it, knowing Severus was a very private man, and wouldn’t want to advertize their relationship in such a way.
Draco saw Harry standing near the bulk candy section, looking over the options thoughtfully. He walked up to the other teen. “Hey.” He said with a smile.
Harry smiled widely at seeing him. “Thank God! Draco, I have no idea what I can still have from here! What sweets are safe, and which will taste horrible now?” He asked.
Draco chuckled. “Truffles are okay, as are most chocolates, but if you go for white chocolate, you have to make sure it’s made with cocoa butter. Some are made with lard instead, and they taste quite disgusting.” He said lightly.
Harry made a face. “It certainly sounds revolting.” He said.
“Come on, I’ll show you my favorites.” He waved to Severus as they moved away, conversing in low tones.
Harry made a few selections, checking with Draco that they wouldn’t disgust him once he tried to eat them, and when Severus left the store, Harry grinned. “So, how was your date?” He asked lowly.
Draco smiled. “It was wonderful. He wants to kiss me.” He whispered to the brunet.
Harry blinked in shock. “Wait, he actually told you that?!” He asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. “No, I slipped past his Occlumency shields without his notice.” He said sarcastically. “Yes, he told me that! I think we made some real progress. He can’t honestly say he feels only platonic feelings for me now, and I don’t intend to let him forget it.”
“Well, I’m happy for you. What’s next on the courtship schedule?” Harry asked, then raised a brow, pointing to the chocolate malt balls.
Draco shook his head, then grinned. “Well, at some point I’ll get a courting bouquet, which I’m really looking forward to, as it will reveal more of exactly how Severus feels about me. He also has to write me a poem at some point during our first four dates.” He said in glee.
Harry laughed. “I can’t see Snape writing poetry. Really, I just can’t.” He said.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it will be lovely. The man really has a way with words.”
“Yeah, when he’s spewing vitriol at unwitting students. But poetry is another matter entirely.” Harry pointed out.
“I’ll let you know how he does, then, shall I?” Draco asked.
Harry grinned. “Fine, but better not tell Snape you’re going to share the poem. He’d kill you for it.”
Draco sighed. “Yes, he most likely would. But in return for me risking my life, if you ever get courted, I want to read your poem, too.” He said smugly.
Harry shrugged. “Sure thing. I’m not so sure I’ll ever be courted, though. If we’re as rare as you say—“
“We are.” Draco confirmed.
“Then I don’t hold out too much hope of finding another Faurae.” Harry finished. “And I highly doubt your father and I would suit.” He said, making a face.
Draco chuckled. “It would be fun to see, though. I can’t imagine a more unlikely pair!”
Harry shook his head, smiling. “Anyway, I need to meet up with Ron and ‘Mione in the Three Broomsticks, so I should get this lot paid for.” He said, holding up his selection of sweets.
“Alright. I’ll see you around.” Draco said, looking over the selection of sweets for himself.
*****
Severus gnashed his teeth, giving up on the rest of the poem for the time being. Trying to show his feelings through the written word was proving to be a maddening pastime.
He headed to the greenhouses, stopping by Professor Sprout’s office to collect the woman. “I need your assistance. I am going to put together a bouquet of flowers.” He said shortly.
Pomona smiled. “Ah, I wondered who was courting the Malfoy boy. So, you’ve finally let yourself be caught, have you?”
Severus eyed her warningly. “I have no choice. He is quite persistent in his pursuit of me. I am simply accepting my lot.” He said resignedly.
“He’s quite a lovely young man. And he always has been your favorite. Don’t worry, dear, we all have one, though we’re not supposed to.” She said, patting his arm.
Severus rolled his eyes at her familiarity. “Pomona, I did not bring you along to talk about my personal life.” He said tightly.
Pomona smiled. “Well, since I’m helping you with a courting bouquet, I’m going to talk about it. It’s been a long time since there’s been a courtship in these halls, you know. This is the first in my time.” She said lightly.
“I know.” Severus said as they entered the greenhouse. “I need some aster, and a few amaryllis…” Severus looked around. “Two birds of paradise, any more would just be too much. He’s already quite aware of his magnificence, we don’t need to hammer that particular meaning home, but he’ll appreciate the reminder.”
Pomona giggled, gathering up the flowers. “You know the young man pretty well. He’ll love having them in there.”
“Calla lilies.” Severus said softly. “Only a few. White ones.”
Pomona’s brows rose. “Are you sure?”
Severus smirked. “From what I have been told, he is still very pure. A few red chrysanthemums… And add a few white, as well. Some ivy will do, also.” He said, looking around. “I think that’s it.”
Pomona nodded, and Severus conjured a vase, settling each flower into it exactly as he wanted them arranged.
“I hope he likes it. I think it sends a wonderful message.” Pomona said approvingly.
*****
Draco was talking to Pansy distractedly, listening half-heartedly to Blaise’s discussion of the latest Quidditch scores with Goyle, when the bouquet arrived.
He looked up from his breakfast to see Vinculum and one of the school owls keeping pace with each other, the vase of flowers held between them by ribbons around the top lip of the elegant vase. He let them land and carefully cast diffindo, slicing through the ribbons to free the birds. He offered them both some bacon and turned to Pansy.
“Pansy, I love you, you know that. But these have to be taken to my room now. I’d never be able to live with it if something were to happen to them. You understand, right?” He asked, picking up the vase.
Pansy just smiled and waved him away. “Go put them away, then. We’ll continue our discussion later, though.”
Draco nodded, taking the vase of flowers down to the Slytherin common room, and from there into his room, thankful again that he had made Head Boy. This meant he didn’t have to share a room anymore, so there would be no one to tamper with his courting bouquet.
He looked over them and smiled.
Patience, elegance, splendid beauty (Draco smirked inwardly at that one), worth beyond beauty, magnificence and wonderful anticipation, beauty again, as well as purity and innocence (Draco blushed, knowing that all the waiting would be worth it in the end, when Severus would be the only man to ever touch him intimately), love and loyalty with that love, as well as wedded love and fidelity.
Severus had certainly said a lot with the flowers, and Draco couldn’t wait for their next date.
He left the room and headed to the library, a blissful smile on his face.
*****
Draco entered the Room of Requirement, letting his wings out with a heartfelt sigh.
Harry’s head peeked over the back of the couch, and the other teen grinned. “Hey. Those were some nice flowers.”
Draco smirked. “You don’t even know the meanings of them, I’ll bet.” He said evenly.
Harry shrugged. “Nope. But I still have eyes.” He said.
Draco chuckled, walking over to where the other teen sat and sitting next to him. “He picked the flowers with care, I can tell. He thinks I’m magnificent and beautiful.” He said happily, running a hand through his hair, then smirked at Harry. “Which I am. He noted my purity, which I’m happy about. He knows I’ve been saving everything for him.” He flushed a bit at those words, but continued on. “He is waiting patiently, but with anticipation, and he plans to be faithful, which is good, because I’ll accept no less from him. There will be no lovers, for either of us. And he loves me, or is at least trying to reach that point.” He finished.
Harry’s brows rose. “He said all that? With flowers?”
Draco nodded. “The language of flowers can say quite a bit. You’d do well to get a book detailing their meanings. Staying ignorant is not very like a wizard, Potter. If you’d been raised as a Potter, you’d know these things already. I’m sure your father did.” He pointed out.
Harry sighed. “I suppose I could order a book. If I’m ever going to court a girl, I’ll need to know.” He said.
Draco groaned. “Harry, please, you already know how I feel about that kind of talk. Not here, not now. You’re a Faurae, your best option is another Faurae. Don’t just give up and go for a girl because they’re easier to find. Don’t you want to have more than one child? Trust me, no one wants to be an only child.”
“I don’t honestly want to go looking for another Faurae, Draco. What are the odds that I’ll actually find one?” Harry asked in exasperation.
Draco pursed his lips, thinking. “Well, slim to none, honestly. But you have to try! What if it takes more than one try to pass on your eyes? They’re green, Harry, don’t you know how rare that is? You just have to pass those on!” He said earnestly.
Harry raised a brow at him. “Why do you care so much?”
Draco pouted. “I always wanted green eyes.” He admitted.
Harry laughed.
“It’s not funny! Green is my favorite color!” Draco said.
“So I’ll keep trying until I pass it on. I can do that with a witch as easily as I can with a Faurae.” Harry said blithely.
Draco stared at him in horror. “No, you can’t!” He nearly screeched. “Haven’t you understood what I’ve been trying to tell you?! Listen up, Potter, and listen well: If you decide to marry a witch, she will have an extremely difficult time conceiving at all, and the pregnancy, when she manages to conceive, will also be difficult. My mother miscarried twice before she had me. She miscarried twice more after having me, before she gave up on a second child. It’s not that easy, and even if you found someone you could be happy with, you could never let your wings out with them. I’ve read accounts of other Faurae that had human wives, since the Malfoy family has had a lot of Faurae that kept journals, and for the submissives, it always feels like there’s something missing. They never quite feel fulfilled in their relationships without having a Dominant. You’re my friend, Harry. I don’t want to see you condemn yourself to that.” He said softly.
Harry gaped at Draco for a few moments. “Alright, Draco. Geez, don’t have an aneurism.”
Draco stared at him blankly. “A what?” He asked.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Muggle thing, sorry. So, basically, unless I find a Dominant, I’m bound to have trouble having kids and always be unhappy?” He asked.
Draco shrugged. “That’s pretty much my understanding of things. I’m sorry you have to hear it like this, but forewarned is forearmed. At least now you know.”
“That sucks.” Harry said heavily, running a hand through his hair. “So I really should look for a Dominant. Are there any ways to find other Faurae?” He asked.
Draco shrugged. “Not really. I’d say travel a lot once you graduate. You’ll be able to tell Dominants by scent. They all have a kind of spicy smell to them. You know what I mean by now.”
Harry nodded, thinking of Severus’ peppery scent and Lucius’ hot cinnamon scent. They smelled strongly of spices, and the scent drew him in quickly, overpowering his faculties. “So just keep my nose open and do a lot of sight-seeing. I can probably do that. I’ve got an awful lot of money. It should be enough to live on for several years, at least.” He mused.
Draco raised a brow. “Really?” He asked in interest.
“I inherited the Black fortune when my Godfather died.” Harry explained.
Draco blinked. “So you’re not only the Potter Heir, but the Black Heir as well? You must be pretty rich.”
Harry shrugged. “I guess so.”
Draco shook his head. “Right, well, on another note, I need your help. How good are you at Charms?” He asked, changing the subject abruptly.
Harry snorted. It wasn’t his best subject, but he usually did alright in it. “Um, passable, I suppose. Why?”
“I’ve been having trouble with the essay, and I wanted you to give it a read-through to see if you can find anything I missed…”
*****
Harry sat down for breakfast, still blinking blearily. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. He dished himself up some eggs and a few slices of bacon, trying to keep his eyes open though they wanted to slide closed again.
He looked up as an owl landed in front of him. He took the note tied to its leg and gave it some bacon, opening the note and reading it.
Hermione looked over at him questioningly.
“Dumbledore wants to see me after breakfast.” Harry explained.
Both Ron and Hermione nodded their understanding and continued eating.
Harry distractedly chewed on a piece of bacon. What did Dumbledore want him for this time?
He finished eating first, and got up. “I’m going to head to Dumbledore’s office now. Might be able to make it to class on time that way.” He told Ron and Hermione.
Ron waved, still eating, and Hermione smiled at him. “I’ll save you a spot in History, if I get there before you.” She said.
Harry just nodded.
He headed up to Dumbledore’s office and went in. He sat in one of the two chairs in front of Dumbledore’s desk. “Sir, what did you want to see me for?” He asked curiously.
Dumbledore smiled, eyes twinkling away. “Patience, My Boy. We are still expecting one more person.” He said calmly.
After a few moments, the door opened again and Draco came through. “Hello, Headmaster. You wanted to see me?” He glanced at Harry, then took the seat next to him.
Dumbledore nodded. “I called you both because there is going to be a slight change to your schedules. Harry, due to the threat Voldemort poses and the fact that you are not quite ready to face him, you will be receiving extra lessons from both Professor Snape and Professor Malfoy. Draco, your father has asked that I invite you to join in on the lessons, just in case you find yourself fighting at some point. You will likely find yourself helping our side, and once the Death Eaters see this, you will become an easy target, with your unusual hair color. You will stand out like a beacon, and your father is understandably concerned for you.” He finished.

Harry shrugged. “Alright. When do I start?”
Draco smirked. “I’ll take part, too. I could always use more dueling experience, and I know that with Father and Severus teaching us, we’re bound to get some.” He turned to Harry. “Have you ever seen Severus duel? And I’m not talking about that farce second year with Lockhart. I mean, really letting loose and fighting?”
Harry frowned. “No.”
Draco’s face lit up. “He’s amazing!” He breathed.
Dumbledore chuckled. “Professor Snape is certainly a very skilled duelist, and your father is quite good, too, Mr. Malfoy. As for when you start, it will be tonight. Mondays and Wednesdays you will both spend the time after dinner with Professor Malfoy, and Tuesdays and Thursdays will be spent with Professor Snape. Fridays will be your days off. You will not be exempt from homework, so I expect you both to use your free periods to complete your work.”
Draco and Harry nodded.
“We’ll do our best to keep up, Sir.” Harry said.
Dumbledore smiled at him. “I have faith in you both.” He said.
“So we start tonight with Professor Malfoy?” Harry checked. It was Wednesday, after all.
Dumbledore nodded.
“Sounds good to me.” Draco said with a nod. “Is that all, Headmaster?” He asked.
Dumbledore nodded. “That will be all, boys. I wish you all the best of luck. Train hard.” He advised.
Draco and Harry nodded and said goodbye, then headed back down together. “To History?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded. “Let’s go. If we hurry, we should make it just before class starts.”
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