Of Potions and Wings

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Draco sighed in disgust, watching Crabbe lob another bludger towards Millicent. “Crabbe, stop trying to hit your teammates! We’re here to practice, not injure each other! Save the violence for the match against Gryffindor! Keep the bludgers away from Bulstrode!” He called out, then went back to scanning the sky for the Snitch.

 


He spotted it and raced off towards it, closing in fast.

 


The small ball seemed to sense his approach and went into a steep dive. Draco chased after it, then cursed as it went back upwards. He followed, nearly hitting Goyle in the process, and lost the ball again. “Damn.” He hissed, looking for the glint of gold.

 


He had to dodge another bludger and turned around to glare in the direction it had come from. Crabbe smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.” He said.

 


“If you can’t handle your position, I could always replace you.” Draco sneered.

 


Crabbe shook his head. “I’ll do better. I didn’t look before I hit it, that’s all.” He explained.

 


Draco shook his head. “Keep your head in the game, Crabbe.” He ordered. He spotted the snitch again and took off after it, grinning as he closed in fast. The ball took off toward the goalposts with Draco in pursuit, winding its way in between them before going into a dive. Draco followed, putting on an extra burst of speed, and caught the ball. He chuckled to himself, looking up just in time to see Millicent scoring another goal against their Keeper. “Well, you can’t win them all, I suppose.” He muttered, then called an end to practice. They were as ready for the match as they were going to get.

 


He saw Severus standing at the entrance to the locker room and grinned. He put the snitch away and helped with the bludgers, then headed for Severus as the rest of the team headed for the showers.

 


“Hey.” He greeted the man, smiling. “Come to watch practice, or were you our here for another reason?” He asked.

 


Severus smiled. “I came to see you. I had nothing better to do, and was missing the feeling of you in my arms. It would seem I am quite addicted to you already.” He admitted.

 


Draco grinned widely. “Well, I’m glad to hear that.” He looked down at himself and grimaced. “But I think I’d like to get a shower first. I can meet you in your rooms after?” He offered.

 


Severus nodded. “That sounds acceptable. I’ll be waiting for you.” He said, then leaned in for a quick kiss.

 


Draco licked his lips as the man walked away, then turned to find Crabbe and Goyle peering out of the locker room at him. “What?!” He snapped.

 


Goyle blinked a few times. “That was Professor Snape, right?” He asked.

 


“Yes.” Draco drawled. “I understand that you’re not all that bright, but I’m sure you recognize your own Head of House by now.”

 


“He kissed you.” Crabbe pointed out.

 


Draco sighed in disgust. “Yes, that happens to be something you do with someone once the courtship has progressed beyond the requisite four dates. Do you have a problem with that?” He asked.

 


They both shook their heads.

 


“No.” Goyle said. “We’ll just go shower now.”

 


Draco rolled his eyes as they walked away. ‘Honestly, just because he’s a teacher doesn’t mean the man isn’t allowed to have a life!’ Draco thought, following them.

 


*****

 


Draco knocked on Severus’ door and smiled when Severus opened it. “I’m here.”

 


“So you are. Come in.” Severus said, then locked the door behind him. “There. Privacy.”

 


Draco gasped as he was pushed against the wall next to the door and kissed heatedly.

 


Severus trailed his mouth down Draco’s neck, pausing at the base to lick and suck a red mark into existence.

 


Draco moaned, tilting his head to give Severus better access. “Mm, that’s good, don’t stop.” He murmured, threading his fingers through the man’s hair.

 


Severus chuckled before sucking once more, then pulling away. He looked at the mark he’d left. “Hm, that will do for now.” He decided.

 


Draco smiled, as the man turned and walked to the couch, sitting down and indicating that Draco should join him.

 


Draco sat next to him, kicking his shoes off and laying down with his head in Severus’ lap again. “So, you felt the need to mark me already?” He teased.

 


Severus hummed noncommitally. “You did say you’d be there to catch me, were I to allow myself to fall. This leads me to believe you don’t have any issues with the thought of being mine.” He remarked evenly.

 


Draco smiled. “No, I have to say I rather like the thought, actually.” He told Severus. “I’m of the opinion that we’re quite well-suited for each other.”

 


Severus smiled down at him, threading his fingers through Draco’s hair. “I’m dangerously close to falling in love with you, Draco.” He said softly.

 


Draco felt his heart begin beating double-time. “Really?” He asked.

 


Severus nodded. “Really. It won’t be much longer before I’m hopelessly lost. I can only hope that you’ll continue to show me the same devotion you have thus far.” He told the blond.

 


Draco nodded. “You know I’ll always love you, Sev. I’ve loved you for years already, if it was just a crush that would fade over time, it would have done so long ago. What I feel for you is real.”

 


“Good.” Severus murmured. “So, what are our chances of getting the Quidditch Cup this year?” He asked.

 


Draco snorted. “If Potter plays in the match against us, slim to none. If we can manage to get him laid up in the infirmary during the match, pretty good. Want to help me hex him senseless?” He asked hopefully.

 


Severus chuckled. “You know as well as I do that it wouldn’t work. Dumbledore favors the boy, he’d postpone the match for him.” He pointed out.

 


Draco sighed. “You’re probably right.” He conceded. “Well, don’t get too excited over the Cup; I’m pretty sure Gryffindor will win it this year, as well.” He mourned.

 


“I’m not too set on winning it, don’t worry. It will be ours soon enough. Potter leaves this year, after all.” Severus pointed out. “And he’s really the only reason Gryffindor keeps winning. The rest of the team aren’t all that much better than Slytherin’s players. Of course, most of them leave this year, as well, so next year could be a hard one for Slytherin.”

 


Draco shrugged. “Eventually, we will win again.” He said firmly. “Gryffindor’s luck can’t hold out forever, and besides that, we always play to win.”

 


“It’s really a pity we’ll be losing you, though. You’re a brilliant Seeker, Draco. Even if you aren’t quite on par with Potter.” Severus said.

 


Draco smirked. “I may only be second best in Quidditch, but I far outstrip him in class.” He pointed out. “So I can put up with him besting me on the field. I’m better where it really counts.”

 


Severus laughed. “You are. I have to say, though, he’s showing some improvement. It would seem the extra lessons are doing him some good.”

 


Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, well, anyone would benefit from an increase in their magic levels. And the dueling practice is helping both of us to think on our feet. Father said something about you helping in his lessons?”

 


Severus hummed. “We’ve decided that once you two can best him, we’ll include me. You two will need to be able to duel multiple opponents, since it’s unlikely the Dark Lord will take on two people on his own. You’ll likely be stuck fighting both him and someone else, and since we don’t want you two to end up dead, you’ll need to know how to split your attention and still remain alive through it all.”

 


Draco bit his lip. “Your Faurae isn’t going to like you cursing your submissive. Isn’t that going to cause problems?”

 


Severus sighed. “It very well may. I believe, however, that it can be borne, and since the experience in fighting multiple opponents is vital for you two, I will do what I can to prepare you both.”

 


Draco sat up and kissed Severus, gently. “I know you won’t hurt me. And I’ll have just as many problems as you will. My Faurae already sees you as my mate. I don’t want to fight with you. Afterward, I’ll probably be wracked with guilt. What are we going to do about that?” He asked.

 


“We’ll just have to spend more time in each other’s company to assure our creature side that our mate is still safe and whole. I see no other way around the issue.” Severus said.

 


Draco nodded. “It’s really too bad I can’t sleep in here with you. That would go a long way toward relieving my Faurae.”

 


“It would, but you’d have to promise to be on your best behavior. No wandering hands.” Severus said slowly.

 


Draco’s eyes widened. “You’d let me?” He asked incredulously.

 


Severus quirked an eyebrow at him. “I might be willing to make certain allowances if you made absolutely certain you were back in your bed before the rest of Slytherin house was awake.” He said softly.

 


Draco smiled. “I can leave at four in the morning. No one’s up until five at the earliest. And that’s usually Blaise, who’s totally trustworthy. He would never tell.”

 


Severus shook his head. “We’ll not take the chance. You’ll be back in bed before he wakes.” He said firmly.

 


Draco nodded. “I promise.” He swore.

 


“Then I will let you stay here on the nights that we must duel each other.” Severus said. “Don’t make me regret it.” He warned.

 


Draco shook his head. “Never. Thank you, Sev.”

 


“You’re welcome, Brat. Now kiss me.” Severus said, a smile in his voice.

 


Draco chuckled and leaned in to kiss him again, gasping when Severus picked him up and settled him in his lap. He quickly shifted so that his legs were settled on either side of Severus and mewled helplessly as the man took control of the kiss.

 


Severus growled, gripping Draco’s hips and pulling them flush against his own.

 


Draco whimpered, rocking forward and sighing into the kiss as he was rewarded with blessed friction against his aching cock. He continued kissing the man as thier movements grew more frantic.

 


Severus groaned, tightening his hands on Draco’s moving hips, and tore his mouth away from Draco’s. “Stop, Draco, stop!” He panted.

 


Draco whined, laying his head against Severus’ shoulder, but thankfully, the motion of his hips stopped. “Why?!” He snapped. “I was so close!”

 


Severus sighed. “I know. I’m sorry.”

 


Draco laughed wryly. “Oh, don’t be. I was enjoying it.” He assured the man.

 


“I forget that you can’t control yourself as well as I can. I shouldn’t have let things progress that far, and I will do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again until we are allowed to be together.” Severus said.

 


Draco mumbled something under his breath. Severus clearly heard the words ‘not against the rules,’ but ignored it in favor of tilting the blond’s head up to meet his eyes.

 


“I’m still very close to the edge, and I believe you are, too. Head to your room and take care of things, Draco. We’ll be together soon enough, but until then, we will do as we must. Know that I’ll be thinking of you, My Brat.” He finished, watching Draco’s blue eyes flare at the words.

 


“Alright.” Draco sighed, getting shakily to his feet. “I’ll see you at dinner, then.” He said, and left for his room.

 


Severus flicked his wand at the door, locking it and casting a quick silencing charm, then opened his trousers almost desperately. He grabbed his aching length and replayed the last few minutes in his head, coming hard as he heard the sweet sounds Draco had made again.

 


He cast a cleaning charm as he panted, coming down from his orgasm-induced high slowly. Draco was going to be the death of him, he was sure.

 


*****

 


Draco laid on his bed, cock still in hand as he replayed that last kiss with Severus over and over again. Severus had been right, it had only taken Draco a few strokes to finish what he’d started, but Draco found that the orgasm seemed somehow hollow without the man who had caused it with him.

 


Of course, that didn’t mean it hadn’t been one of the best of his short life, but he had a feeling it would have been even better if Severus had been with him when he’d arched off the bed, coming hard with Severus’ name on his lips.

 


Draco continued stroking himself, enjoying the feeling of his own come slicking the way as he avoided the oversensitive head of his cock, focusing instead on the rest of it. He licked his lips and trailed his fingers lower, circling his entrance absently. He traced the small hole, wondering what it would feel like to have something inside him. He wasn’t going to try to slide in a finger, though. He’d waited this long for Severus to be the one to breach him first, he could wait a while longer. He knew it would be worth it in the end.

 


Sighing and grabbing his wand, he cleaned the mess he’d made and rolled over, looking at his bouquet of flowers and smiling. Severus was all he wanted in a lover and mate, and everything the man did and said only made that fact more apparent. He pulled his clothes back on and sighed heavily. Time to go be sociable. Blaise and Pansy would never forgive him if he just hid away from the world and wanked himself raw while he waited for his mate to finally be his in every sense of the word.

 


*****

 


Draco cursed as Harry crumpled to the floor, unconscious. He spun out of the way of his father’s next curse, then ducked and shot a jelly-legs at the man.

It missed, Lucius dodging it by just a hair. The man grinned and retaliated by sending a petrificus totalus at Draco, who quickly cast obice and thought for a second.

 


Lucius rounded the wall just in time to meet Draco’s stunner.

 


Draco stared at Lucius’ prone form for a moment before grinning widely. He’d done it! He laughed and dispelled his obice, then went over and revived Harry. “Guess what I did!” He said excitedly.

 


Harry blinked. “What?”

 


Draco pointed at Lucius’ still-senseless body. “Want to do anything to him while he’s still unconscious?” He teased.

 


Harry flushed. “No.” He said. “Besides the fact that he’d kill me if he ever found out, it wouldn’t be right.”

 


Draco rolled his eyes. “If I had managed to get Severus knocked out for any length of time, you can bet I’d at least strip him of his shirt and ogle his body. Live a little.” He urged.

 


Harry’s face turned even redder at the thought of a shirtless Lucius. If he loked that good with his shirt on... He shook his head. “No. I wouldn’t feel right about it.”

 


Draco sighed in disgust. “Gryffindors.” He drawled.

 


“We can’t all have no morals.” Harry shot back with a very Slytherin-esque smirk.

 


Draco smirked back. “Oh, look, your expressions are becoming more Slytherin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smirk before. The look is all wrong for a Gryffindor. Perhaps you should move in to the snake pit?” He suggested.

 


Harry laughed. “No, thanks, I don’t feel like being handed over to Voldemort on a platter.” He replied. “You ever planning on reviving him?” He asked, motioning to Lucius.

 


Draco tapped his lips, thinking. “Hm, should I, or shouldn’t I? Sure you don’t want to see his naked chest? I can assure you, it’ll have you drooling in seconds flat. Father’s still very fit.”

 


Harry flushed. “No, I think I’ll pass, thanks.”

 


“Pity. Fine, then. Rennervate.” Draco revived his father.

 


Lucius groaned, then sat up with a smile. “Good work, Draco! I’m very proud of you!”

 


Draco flushed with pride and smiled widely, bowing to the man. “Thank you, Father. I learned from the best.”

 


Harry smiled. “So, now that we’ve beaten you..?”

 


Lucius shook his head. “It’s too late now for another duel, but we’ll be going two-on-one once more on Wednesday, to prove that this wasn’t a fluke. If you two can best me again, I’ll talk to Severus about attending the lessons.” He said.

 


Draco nodded. “Time for bed, then?”

 


Lucius inclined his head. “Yes. Both of you get to bed. I’ll see you on Wednesday.” He said.

 


“Bye, Sir.” Harry said, leaving.

 


“Good night, Father.” Draco said, following him.

 


“Sleep well, boys.” Lucius called out to them as they left the classroom.

 


Draco fell into step beside Harry. “So, think you can stay conscious on Wednesday long enough to help me beat him?” He teased.

 


Harry shoved him playfully, grinning when Draco just laughed in response. “Shut up, you prat! I helped some. He was pretty tired out by the time I was knocked out.” He pointed out.

 


Draco snorted. “Yes, well, I still could have used your help.” He said.

 


“Oh, I’m so sorry I wasn’t available when you needed me!” Harry rolled his eyes. “I’ll try not to let it happen again, shall I?”

 


Draco nodded. “Good. Because I have a feeling that Wednesday I’ll need your help. Father’s going to fight us even harder now.” He pointed out.

 


Harry sighed. “True. So, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 


“See you at breakfast, Scarhead.” Draco shot back before heading down to the dungeons.