Spell Master

Author: Babychan

email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com or babychan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 12/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. Its a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. This is also the re-edited version.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do NOT belong to me :( (pout) I’m just writing for the fun of it. I get no money for it whatsoever. I also don’t own the Shakespearian quote in this chapter either.

A.N.: Just a warning, this chapter is a little lemony :) yum!! Its my FIRST!!! Before I started to write, and before my computer died WAHHHH!!!! sniff sniff I read many many yummy lemons to prepare for this moment. I hope I don’t let you down.


Spell Master


“Oh come dishonorable, vile, submission!” Draco raged as he paced back and forth, in his Daa’s small quarters. “I can’t believe that....that *Dumbledork* punished Slytherin for that row! Ohh I can’t STAND him!!”

“He punished everyone.” Snape reminded, drolly. He didn’t even bother to look up from the tome he was reading. “Even the Hufflepuffs, who had nothing to do with it.”

“That doesn’t matter!” The boy seethed. “What *does* matter is that *I* got punished! And *I* had nothing to do with it! *I * was injured trying to STOP it! I even saved one of those horrid Weasels! And what do to I get for my selfless, act of kindness? Detention!!”

“Draconis, you were punished for stealing Potter’s wand and using dim and darks spells with it.” He looked up and gave his son an amused smirk. “And don’t think that Dumbledore doesn’t know the true reason to why you saved Miss Weasley from that fire hex.”

The boy momentarily calmed his fury and gave a devilish smirk. “Ginerva aside, those were *healing* spells. I shouldn’t have been punished for being responsible!”

“You weren’t being responsible because those spells were forbidden, Dragon.”

“I was helping, though!” The boy pouted, in a huff, and crossed his arms as he plopped in the chair across from his stepfather.

“Perhaps, if you would have helped students in Houses *other* than Slytherin, you wouldn’t have been punished so severely.” Severus mused, as he returned to reading his book.

“Mayhaps.” Draco pondered half heartedly. “I still don’t see why McGonagall got so upset. She is such a dragon fart!”

“A dragon fart, Draco?” Severus chuckled as he arched a brow. “That is so crude. I know I raised you better than that.”

“Well she *is*!” The boy affirmed. “We didn’t see Madame Promfrey complaining.”

Still not looking up from the book, Snape gave a nod, in silent agreement, then used his wand to ignite a magical fire, which was laced with a loud summoning call. “That’s why you are to be serving detention with our resident nurse and not McGonagall.”

“I wonder what she will have me doing?” The boy pondered. “Cataloguing her medicines, I suppose.”

“Most likely she wants you to assist in healing the injured. By herself, it would take her over two weeks. Your methods, prohibited they may have been, were efficiently effective. It will cut the time by half.” Severus said with a twinge of pride, then he quickly added. “And before you even ask, yes you *do* have to tend to muggleborns too.”

“Dammit!” Seethed the prince as he stomped his foot.

Severus ignored his son’s tantrum and glared at the fire. “Where the hell is your father? There is no way he didn’t here that summon?” To make his point, he increased the volume of it.

It wasn’t long before the elder Malfoy’s head popped up.

“Severus!” The blond growled angrily.

“What took you so long?” The raven-haired man interrupted coolly.

Lucius grit his teeth, then took a deep breath to calm himself.. “I was speaking with our lord.” The older blond drawled. “He is quite upset.”

“When isn’t he?” Severus interrupted bitterly. He hated Vodlemort with a sadistic passion.

Lucius didn‘t comment on his ex husband’s words, instead he continued. “He felt a great power this morning, and he is convinced that it was Potter. ”

“Potter!” Draco shrilled indignantly.

Lucius quirked a brow and gave his full, knowing, attention to his son. “Do you have something to share with me, my son?”

Severus cut in. “Mayhaps it would be wiser if we did not do this over the fire.” He arched a brow, in an unspoken understanding.

The elder Malfoy nodded knowingly, then a portkey portthole was opened in the small room, and the blond walked through.

“Now, where were we?” He sighed out as he rubbed his stomach. Even after hundreds of times traveling that way, Lucius hated the way it pulled his bellybutton. “Oh, before I forget, I bought something for you, Dragon.”

Draco sat a bit straighter, in his chair, and happily awaited his gift. A second later, it appeared in front of him with a ‘pop.’ It was the book, Powers You Never Knew You Had and What To Do With Them Now You've Wised Up. Draco frowned. “Father, you do know that this book is for mudbloods, right?”

Yes, he knew it was for muggleborns. He wasn’t stupid! “It will be useful in helping you understand your gift.” The older blond answered sharply. “So read it!”

Draco didn’t comment, but rolled his eyes. He couldn’t see how a book intended for mudbloods could help him do anything.

Lucius took a deep breath to calm himself. He didn’t mean to snap at his son. He hated chastising his precious baby. But Voldemort usually leaves him stressed and extremely pissed, and he can’t help himself sometimes. After he regained his composure, he looked at his son and inquired. “Dragon, what did you do today?”

Draco laid his present, on the table, between the two chairs and looked up at his father. “I invoked a spell, father...” Then timidly admitted. “Two spells actually.”

The blond grit his teeth. It still scared him half the death every time Draco used his gift. It scared him because he didn’t want to loose his son to a fucking spell. It just wasn’t worth it, to him. After about a minute, Lucius took another deep breath and asked. “Why?”

“I was injured.”

“And you couldn’t have gone to the infirmary?!” He snapped.

“Thank you for so obviously caring about my well being!” The boy spat out as he crossed his arms and whipped his head, and gaze, away from his father.

“Draco, don’t patronize me!” Lucius growled.

Draco still refused to look at his father.

“You obviously weren’t *that* hurt!” The elder blond fumed. “We‘re in bloody Hogwarts! The idiots here only know so many spells!”

“He was hit in the chest with a fire hex.” Severus volunteered with calm annoyance.

“WHAT?!!” Lucius yelled as he gave his full attention to his ex husband. “Who in the hell cast that?”

“We’re still investigating it.” The raven-haired man offered.

“Not fucking good enough!” Lucius seethed, then turned around and stomped toward the door. “I want that little bastard found TONIGHT, and I want his arse kicked out of the school and on its way to Azkaban!”

“Locomoter Mortis.”

Lucius’s legs were locked in midstep, and he turned, at the waist, to glower at Severus. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Severus gave him a hard yet tired stare. “In your rage, you must have forgotten that you are not supposed to be here. And that you can’t just go waltzing around Hogwarts.”

“Release me!” The man warned as his crystal-gray eyes turned into silver snake-like slits.

“So you can what? Go marching up to Dumbledore’s office and tell him what a shotty job he is doing?” Snape mused sarcastically. “I wonder how he would react to seeing you unofficially, on school grounds?”

Malfoy thought about what his ex was saying and resigned. “Fine. But I will be up here first thing tomorrow morning!”

“No doubt you will.” Severus murmured as he flicked his wand and released the spell.

Lucius then transfigured himself a throne looking type chair and plopped down in a tantrum.

There was an awkward silence for about five minutes.

“Are you calm now?” Snape asked seriously.

“No.” Malfoy answered honestly. “I’m just bottling my fury up, so I can’t open it on Dumbledore tomorrow.”

Draco smirked and Severus chuckled because he knew his ex husband spoke the truth.

“Now Draconis...” Lucius began and turned his now sliver-slit eyes on his son. “You said you invoked two spells. What were they?”

Draco swallowed hard. His father only used his true name when he was very upset. However, he already knew his father was angry. That’s why he didn’t comment when his two fathers were having their spat. He knew better.

The boy reluctantly returned his gaze to his dad. “Umm....Well the first one was...umm..”

“Stop babbling, Draconis!” Lucius fumed.

“Then stop scaring him!” Severus cut in angrily.

The two men glared at each other, then Lucius looked at son who was timidly quite. He forced out an apologetic smile. He had to remember that even though his son was mean as hell and almost completely fearless, Draco wasn’t used to getting punished or even chastised by him, and that the boy usually took such actions very hard. With this in mind, Lucius decided to speak in a forced, tender tone. “Go on, Dragon.”

The young prince looked unsure but decided to do as he was told. “Well...the first one was Sarcire Kailo.” He admitted, then poked out his bottom lip in a pout. “Unfortunately, it didn’t work!”

Lucius had to stop himself from lashing out before he collected himself and asked calmly. “Are you telling me that you risked your life for a spell that didn’t work?!”

“No.” Severus rescued. “He’s telling you that he invoked a spell that didn’t do what he wanted. It works just fine.”

“And how the hell would you know?!” Lucius bit out.

Draco gave his Daa a look of revere. Severus always came to his aid and redirected his father’s anger when he was in trouble.

“I’m not 100% positive but I believe it works on, and is limited to, plants.” The raven-haired man answered calmly. Lucius’s temper did not upset him like it did Draco. He’s had over 20 years to get used to it. Moreover, he knew Lucius’s grandfather, Lucifer. Who’s name was an omen to his personality.

“Plants?” Draco asked in total humiliation. That was *not* what he was trying to heal. I mean really, who gives a fuck about healing plants when you have a huge gaping burn in the middle of your chest.

Lucius gave his son a queer look, then shifted that confused gaze to the other person in the room. “What makes you think that it only works for plants, Sev?”

Severus shifted the tome, he had on his lap. “Draco’s wording ...Sarcire...it means to mend or repair... and Kailo means to heal.”

“I know that already.” Lucius replied in a flat unimpressed tone. “How did you know it only affects plants? Did you find it in that book?” He pointed at said item.

Draco looked at the book and then at his Daa.

“No.” Snape responded with an air of superiority.

“Then how do you know?” Draco asked curiously. Because as it stands, he doesn’t even know what it does.

“I’ve been casting it on random things, here and there, since you shared the spell with me, Dragon.” He pointed his wand into his bedroom and muttered a spell. “Remember that plant you gave me for my birthday?”

The boy nodded.

A small shrub with yellow flowers floated into the room. Severus looked away from his son and toward Lucius, and smiled as he exclaimed happily. “That spell brought my forsythia back to life!”

Lucius looked awed. “Is that the same plant you were whining about this summer? The one the twin Weasels poisoned?”

Severus glared at his ex. “I wasn’t whining. And yes it’s the same one.”

Lucius summoned the plant over to him and inspected it thoroughly. “Amazing...bloody amazing.”

“I know.” Severus agreed and gave Draco a proud wink.

Draco beamed and walked over to his father to examine his Daa’s favorite plant as well.

Lucius looked up at Draco and smiled. “My son...the Spell Master!”

Draco jutted out his chin and puffed out his chest a bit, at the compliment.

“So, my Dragon!” Lucius breathed out excitedly. “What was your other masterpiece?”

Draco gave his father a charming smile and admitted boastfully. “I invoked a healing spell. A *self * healing spell!”

Lucius was dumbfounded. And he looked like his breath was just knocked out of him. Those things were supposed to be impossible!

Draco glanced at Severus, and the man gave him another proud wink before he teased. “Close you mouth, Lucius. Or are you mimicking a fish on purpose?”

That comment snapped the other man back to his wits, and he babbled excitedly. “Are you serious, Draco? You‘re not toying with me? You‘re completely serious?”

“If you don’t believe him...” Severus volunteered as he swished his wand like a whip. “Then why don’t you try it out.”

An invisible force slashed through the elder Malfoy’s robe, through his suit, and left a large and painful gash on his chest. “Severus!” The man seethed as he pressed his hand against the wound. “This suit and robe cost me 5,000 galleon!” The wound didn’t matter. Lucius liked pain. It turned him on. That’s why he was poking it with his finger.

“So what.” The raven-haired man chuckled. “I never liked it on you anyway.”

“Well, if you wanted me to take off my clothes...” The elder blond bantered libidinously. “All you had to do was ask. I would have been more than happy to oblige.”

“Whoa!!” Draco yelled with his hands in a stop position. “I *am* in the room! If you two pervs haven‘t forgotten!”

His parents knew that he hated to be around them when they got all lovey dovey. Sometimes Draco believed they did it just to annoy him. However, it wasn’t that he was modest about sex, because he wasn’t. It was just that...those are his PARENTS! And the thought of your parents having sex, no matter how beautiful they maybe, is just GROSS.

“Draco.” Severus smirked as he gave an unwavering gaze to his ex husband .“Tell your father the spell.”

The young dragon looked reluctant to fulfill his Daa’s request because he knew that his father was a masochist and would bloody love that horrid spell. The other reason the prince was hesitant was because he could already feel the change in the air. The gash in his father’s chest had made his father horny. Really horny.

Therefore, before complying, the boy walked over to the end table and retrieved his book, then quickly made a dash for the door and called out. “It’s Abracadabra!” Before he quickly made his escape. Draco knew what they would end up doing after that wound started to painfully heal itself. And Draco didn’t want to witness it.

Malfoy laughed at his son’s retreat. “I think your modesty is rubbing off on him, Severus.”

“What modesty? I think it’s just a teenage thing.” Severus brushed off. “He’ll get over it, soon enough. He is Veela after all.”

“True that.” Lucius agreed playfully, then asked seriously. “Was he pulling my leg or did he really invoke that mumbo jumbo?”

“Lucius...” Snape sensually commanded. “Just pull your wand out.”

“As you wish...” He purred and quickly started to unbutton his pants.

“I meant your other wand!” Snape informed, in an amused tone, as he shifted in his seat to accommodate his own arousal.

“Damn.”

Severus chuckled as he watched his long time lover pout. “And Lucius wonders where Draco gets it from.” The raven-haired man mused mentally.

After he retrieved his magical stick, Malfoy asked. “Is there some special wiggling of the wand?”

“Nope. Just say the words.” Snape breathed out and gave a sensuous lick of his lips, as he gazed at his lover through heavy dark lashes.

“What? Abracadabra?” Immediately after he said the word, Lucius’s breath hitched, and his eyes rolled back in delicious ecstasy. “Merlin... this feels...so good.”

“I thought you would like it” Severus admitted as he stood up and swished his wand again, making another gash on man. “Say it again, Lucius. But slower this time.”

“Abra..cadabra” Immediately, he felt the acute and mind numbing pain of his body healing itself. But this time, the pain was sharper and it made the blond’s head loll back as he moaned loudly, in sexual delight. “Oh yes...Oh yes! Hit me again, Severus!”

Snape smirked as he walked over to his lover and did what he was begged to do. After Lucius repeated the spell, the Potions Master knew that his lover was close to coming. So he did the only thing he could do. He gashed him one more time, to push him over the top. However, his actions were not because he was a considerate lover, it was because Lucius was easier to talk to when he was coming off the high of an orgasm.

“Luc”

“Hmmm?” The man moaned dreamily.

“I have something to tell you...” Snape whispered as he stood directly in front of the man and between his legs “But before I tell you... I want your word that you will remain calm.”

The other man purred as he looked up and gazed into his beloved’s dark eyes. He sighed “Okay,” right before he buried his face against Severus’s crotch. “Anything for you.”

Severus was about to began but was interrupted when Lucuis’s hand delved inside the Potions Master’s dark robes, in search for his delectable treasure inside.

Severus moaned loudly once Lucius’s hands, then sweet mouth engulfed his swollen heat. Because of the pleasure of it, he actually forgot what he was going to say. It was like Lucius was sucking his brain out. Not that he was complaining, mind you. Severus raked his hands through white-blond hair and forced his lover’s mouth to make love to him at his pace. “Like that, Lucius...like that.”

“Anything for you...” Lucius moaned against his lovers appendage. “Oh Severus, my Severus!”

When the Potions Master felt Lucius’s fingers caress the valley of his rear, he spread his legs and allowed those digits access. Unfortunately the blond didn’t comply; instead he chose to tease the rosy pucker. Severus pushed back and tried to force a finger in, but was denied. When Lucius pulled his hand *and* his mouth away, Severus growled angrily.

Malfoy looked up and stared into an angry onyx gaze with crystal-gray eyes so dilated with lust, they looked almost completely black . He then sucked on his rosy and swollen lips, to savor the taste of Severus’s sex, before he breathed out. “What were you going to tell me?”

“I forgot.” Snape answered with brisk honesty, before he grabbed the back of his lovers head and tried to force him to return to his task. “I’m sure it wasn’t important anyway.”

The xanthochroid lightly hit his hand way, to stop him, then continued. “If it was about the Potter mutt, I already know. Narcissa informed me yesterday.... We’re just lucky that Potter is not a female.”

Severus was shocked on how well his prejudice love was taking the news. He didn’t take it as well when Narcissa told him. “That’s not what I was going to tell you....but if you are ok with *that*.... then you should be ok with..”

“I’m *not* ‘ok’ with it!” Lucius interrupted. “I just have no choice in the matter!”

Malfoy seethed for about a minute, then leaned forward and buried his nose against the soft hair of Severus’s groin and took a deep, calming whiff “Oh god Sev... I love the way you smell....”

The air, in the room, became even more charged with Veelan, erotic, electricity and Severus allowed the feeling to envelope him and caress his skin.

“What did you want to tell me?” Lucius asked silkily as he pulled down Severus’s pants.

The Potions Master stepped out of his trousers. And through a lustful, half-lidded gaze, Severus watched his ex husband start to suckle his engorged tip. “Mmmm ..I was going to say...Ahh.. oh..oh yes.....I was going to...say....Fuck! I can’t concentrate when you do that!”

“Do you want me to stop?” Lucius teased as he used his tongue to run circles around the tip.

“Mmmm...no.” Severus moaned and made another grab for the back of the blond’s head, to try and force him to swallow him to the hilt.

Lucius hit his hand away and laughed. “Nuh uh. Not until you tell me what was on your mind!”

Snape’s gaze whipped around the room as he frantically tried to remember what he was going say. Unfortunately, he was coming up short because Lucius continued to ravage his lower extremities with arousing kisses. “Oh... oh yeah...” He moaned then remembered “Potter knows!.. He knows about Draco’s gift!”

Immediately, Lucius stopped what he was doing, looked up at Severus, and stood up. “Then it has begun.”

“What has?” The raven-haired man breathed out quizzically.

Malfoy gave him a handsome, yet devilish smirk, then took the other man’s hand and led him into the bedroom. “Later my love, right now I need to be inside you, and you side me.”

Severus allowed himself to be led because he was extremely horny as well. However, when the two were completely undressed and in the bed, Severus asked again. “What has begun? What are you talking about?”

Lucius crawled on top of his ex husband and gave him an intense, open-mouth kiss. When he pulled back, he breathed out lustfully, “My plan to get rid of Voldemort once and for all” before he grinded their hips, and erections, together and ravished the man’s mouth again.

tbc