Of Potions and Wings

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Harry and Draco walked down to the dungeons together, chatting about their Transfiguration homework.

 


Both were a little miffed that McGonagall had asked for fourteen inches on inanimate-to-animate Transfiguration, with special emphasis on why it was so tricky to create something that simulated life well.

 


Draco knocked on the door, and the terse “enter” made him smile.

 


The two young Faurae walked in, Draco closing the door as both let their wings out. “So, we’re here to kill rats.” The blond said eagerly.

 


Severus smirked. “Indeed.” He upended a box and two grey rats hit the floor, running in opposite directions. “Well, get to it, we don’t have all night.” He said, leaning back against his desk to watch the show, arms crossed before him.

 


Harry had his eyes trained on one rat, and Draco was already aiming his wand at the other.

 


The blond let fly with the curse, and it missed the rat by a few inches.

 


Harry aimed his wand, and fired off a killing curse that also missed.

 


“You will need to try to anticipate its movements.” Severus advised. “Try to aim where the rat will be when the curse gets to it.”

 


Harry nodded and fired off another curse, missing the rat by just a hair.

 


Draco cast again, still missing, but not by as much as he had the last time.

 


Harry tried once more, hitting a table leg as the rat ran behind it. “Damn!”

 


“Language, Mr. Potter.” Severus chided.

 


Draco fired off another curse and managed to hit his rat. “I did it!” He crowed.

 


Harry looked over and, seeing the dead rat the bond was pointing at, drew himself up and fired off another curse.

 


It almost hit the rat, and Harry decided he’d try one more time tonight. He aimed a few inches in front of the rat, and let loose.

 


The spell connected, and Harry smiled victoriously.

 


Severus looked both boys over, one brow arched. “I admit, I am impressed that you both managed to do it, and so easily, too.” He said.

 


Draco smirked. “We’re just amazing like that.” He said.

 


“Modest, too.” Harry said, elbowing him gently.

 


Severus nodded. “At any rate, next time you will be trying to hit a rabbit.”

 


Harry sighed. “Black ones, please.” He said.

 


Severus barely refrained from rolling his eyes. “Very well, Potter, black ones it is.” He said in a long-suffering tone.

 


Draco shrugged. “I don’t care about color. Black will be fine.” He said dismissively.

 


Severus sighed. “Right. Head back to your dormitories, and I will see you on Thursday.”

 


Harry left, but Draco stayed. “Do you need any help with these?” He asked, picking up one of the dead rats by the tail.

 


Severus sneered. “Just vanish them. I have no use for them. The only potions that call for rats killed by Dark means are rather Dark themselves, and I haven’t been brewing many of those lately. Thankfully.” He finished.

 


Draco just hummed, vanishing both rats. “Are you as excited for Friday as I am?” He asked.

 


“Mm, to stake my claim on you in front of the entire school.” Severus mused, tapping his lips. “You know, the thought does appeal to me.”

 


Draco chuckled and walked up to him, wrapping his arms around Severus’ shoulders. “I can’t wait. We’re getting so close to being married. And once we are, I’m moving into your rooms. We’ll get to wake up in each other’s arms every morning, and go to bed in each other’s arms every night.”

 


“And, of course, you’ll be allowed to have your wicked way with me each night as well. Don’t forget that.” Severus added with a smirk.

 


“Well, I was trying to keep the conversation polite, but if you insist...” Draco leaned in to brush his lips over Severus’ ear, then whispered, “I can’t wait to taste you properly, and to finally give myself to you. I can only imagine how good it will feel to have you sliding into me, thick and hard, filling me full. Every. Single. Night.” He finished, then kissed Severus.

 


Severus moaned, burying his hands in Draco’s hair and holding his head in place as he explored every crevice of the blond’s mouth eagerly.

 


Draco mewled, molding his body to Severus’, and whined when the kiss was broken.

 


“You need to go. Spend some time with your friends while you have it. I daresay they must be feeling pretty neglected by now.” Severus said.

 


Draco huffed. “They’ll live. I want to stay with you.”

 


Severus chuckled. “Go, Brat. You’ll see me again tomorrow night.”

 


“Fine.” Draco said on a sigh. “I’ll go. But I don’t have to like it.” He said, leaving the classroom and heading to the Slytherin common room.

 


*****

 


Harry’s stunner caught Severus and Draco smirked as the man went down, casting a quick obice to keep his father from getting to him to revive him as both teens turned their attention to Lucius.

 


“Just like old times, isn’t it?” Harry teased, spinning out of the way of Lucius’ spell. “Uh-oh, watch out, you could actually hurt someone if that’d hit.” He said lightly, then fired off a few spells of his own at the man.

 


Draco was firing off the occasional spell as well as keeping an eye on his father, cutting him off every time he seemed to be trying to find a way around Draco’s obice wall. He wasn’t letting the man revive their other opponent.

 


After a few minutes of exchanging taunts and spells, Draco caught him off-guard with a consopio and the man went down, snoring softly.

 


Harry and Draco stared at him for a minute in shock, then turned to each other with wide grins.

 


“We did it!” Harry enthused.

 


“We did. And that’s the power of teamwork. Now, you make sure he stays asleep while I...” Draco trailed off and approached Severus, kneeling down and turning the man to lay on his back. He murmured “aperio,” tapping the top button of Severus’ shirt, and all the buttons opened.

 


Draco hummed in pleasure, staring at Severus’ chest. He licked his lips and traced one nipple with a finger.

 


Harry shook his head. “I can’t believe you. I feel sorry for Snape.” He made a face, then shook his head. “Don’t say anything; I heard it, too.” He said, realizing after the words had left his mouth how strange him saying that phrase sounded.

 


Draco snorted. “I’m a Slytherin, Potter. It’s in our handbook that, if given the oppotunity, we are not allowed to pass up a chance like this. I’m only following the Slytherin code of honor.” He said, before closing the shirt again. “All right, we can revive them—well, wake him—” he said, pointing to Lucius, “and gloat now.” He dispelled his obice and revived Severus.

 


Harry pointed his wand at Lucius. ”Finite incantatum.” He cast, and Lucius opened bleary eyes.

 


“Let me guess:” The blond murmured, “We lost?”

 


Harry grinned. “Right in one.” He told the man happily. “So, what do we get for beating you two?”

 


“A new training regime.” Severus answered.

 


Harry frowned. “Huh?”

 


Lucius nodded. “Yes, next week we’ll be heading out to the Forbidden Forest and you’ll be trying to tap into a power that would prove very useful against the Dark Lord.” He told the two teens.

 


Draco smirked. “Sounds interesting.”

 


Harry shrugged. “Okay, I’m up for it. What are we going to be trying to do?”

 


Lucius shook his head. “We’ll tell you when we get there.” He answered.

 


“Well, we’ll just have to wait, I suppose. Unless...” Draco looked to Severus hopefully.

 


The man shook his head. “I won’t be telling you, so don’t even ask.” He said firmly.

 


Draco sighed. “It was worth a try.” He said.

 


Severus smirked. “We don’t want either of you trying it in a location that it is not safe to do so in.” He said flatly. When Draco opened his mouth, he continued: “And we know you two would.”

 


Draco snapped his mouth shut and shot the man a glare.

 


“If we are done here,” Severus took Draco’s hand, “I think it’s about time for me to make sure my soon-to-be mate is put to bed.” He finished, sounding amused.

 


Lucius chuckled. “Yes, Severus, good idea. Mr. Potter, please stay for a moment.”

 


Harry shot him a confused glance as Severus and Draco left the room.

 


Once the door was shut, Lucius crossed his hands at the small of his back and regarded Harry calmly. “Mr. Potter, you are progressing quite nicely in these lessons, and both myself and Severus have been pleased with your progress. However, there is one area of your education that has been severely lacking, and I believe that it could prove useful to you, not only for the war, but to help you whenever you are in trouble, as you seem to frequently get into sticky situations.”

 


Harry blinked in confusion. “What area would that be, Sir?” He asked.

 


Lucius pinned him with a gaze. “I am speaking of the Dark Arts, Mr. Potter.” Before Harry could reply to that, he continued. “To be sure, most of the things I want to teach you cannot be cast in Hogwarts without triggering the Wards that alert the Headmaster, but I believe that he placed me here for a reason, and if you are to win this war, you must be prepared to fight like a Slytherin. You must be cunning and determined to win, and be prepared to use whatever tools you have at your disposal to do so. I can give you even more tools, if you have the fortitude to use what I teach you.” He finished.

 


Harry licked his lips. “Sir, I...” He took a deep breath, then nodded. “I’d like to learn. You’re right, I’ll need to use whatever means I can to defeat him, and I have to be prepared to fight dirty, because Voldemort certainly will.” He said evenly.

 


Lucius smiled, looking pleased. “Would you be amenable to meeting me on Fridays for some one-on-one tutoring, then?” The man asked.

 


Harry realized that he had just agreed to be with his crush, alone, for private lessons every week. He wondered at the wisdom in agreeing to it, but nodded anyway. He was a Gryffindor. It was in his nature to leap before looking, and it had never killed him yet. He could handle this, the man wasn’t going to try anything. “I’ll be there, Sir.”

 


Lucius nodded. “Very well. I’ll clear it with the Headmaster tomorrow. I’ll see you in class, Mr. Potter.” He said. “You may go now.”

 


Harry turned and left the classroom as calmly as he could manage, then headed for Gryffindor tower.

 


He’d have to talk to Neville and Ginny in the morning.

 


*****

 


Harry woke early to head to breakfast with Neville and Ginny.

 


When they got to the table, he cast a quick muffliato. “So, last night I agreed to private lessons with Professor Malfoy.” He said without preamble.

 


Ginny smirked. “Ooh, what’s he going to teach you?”

 


Harry flushed. “I’m going to be learning some Dark Arts spells to use against Voldemort and the Death Eaters when the battle comes.” He explained. “I have to be ready to fight fire with fire. But don’t tell Ron or ‘Mione, I don’t think they’d understand.”

 


“We won’t tell.” Neville said. “How are you going to handle being alone with him, though? What if he finds out you like him?”

 


Harry flushed at the thought. “Then he finds out. Nothing I can do about that. But hopefully he won’t. I don’t need things between him and me to get complicated.”

 


Ginny grinned. “What if he finds out, and he feels the same?” She pressed.

 


Harry’s flush flared brighter. “Why would someone like him ever like someone like me? I’m skinny, scruffy, his son’s age and, let’s not forget, the son of a muggleborn.” He said.

 


Ginny sighed. “You really don’t see it, do you? Well, don’t worry, that’s part of your charm.” She said, patting him on the arm. “Harry, even Luscious Malfoy couldn’t do better than you, and I think he knows it. You’re Witch Weekly’s most eligible bachelor for the last five months.” She revealed.

 


Harry’s mouth dropped open. “What?! But... I’m skinny, and scruffy, and—“

 


“You’re actually pretty good-looking, Harry.” Neville interrupted at Ginny’s withering look. “Your unruly, just-been-shagged hair and bright green eyes coupled with your golden tan are really striking, and you’re actually getting pretty muscular. You used to be skinny, sure, but now you’re more lean than anything else. You look good, and I should know. I like guys and girls, and if you weren’t so keen on someone else, I’d try for you myself.” He said, blushing a bit.

 


Ginny beamed at him. “Well said, Neville. Thank you.”

 


Neville just nodded.

 


Harry frowned. “Alright, if you say so. But nothing’s going to happen. He’s just going to teach me more spells to use during battles, that’s all.” He said firmly.

 


Ginny smiled. “Sure, Harry. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

 


Harry sighed in disgust and canceled the muffliato.

 


*****

 


Harry glared at the rabbit, panting heavily. It hopped around as if taunting him, completely unconcerned with the human that had now stopped firing spells at it.

 


Draco was chuckling from his seat in Severus’ chair.

 


Harry turned to glare at him. “Oh, shut up, you didn’t kill yours, either!” He spat.

 


Draco just shrugged. “I tried. I did manage eleven AKs, so I’m pretty happy with my progress tonight. Even if I can’t quite hit something that fast. It looks like you can’t, either, so at least I’m in good company.” He said evenly.

 


“Are you done yet, Potter? Or do you think you can manage one more try?” Severus asked.

 


Harry turned back to the rabbit. “Let me try once more.” He said and aimed for the rabbit, firing off the spell. It hit the wall when the rabbit hopped out of the way, too fast for Harry to hit. Harry growled.

 


Severus caged the rabbit with a spell and put the cage in his office with Draco’s rabbit. “I’ll keep them and we can try again next week. You both did very well tonight, even if you can’t quite hit it. You both came close, so do not be discouraged.” He advised.

 


Harry and Draco both nodded.

 


“I’ll see you next week, Sir.” Harry said, then left the room.

 


Severus walked over to Draco, kneeling before him. “Do you feel up to getting to your room yet?” He asked.

 


Draco smirked. “I don’t know. I might need a kiss first.”

 


“Cheeky brat.” Severus said fondly, cupping the blond’s face in his hands and leaning in for a kiss.

 


Draco moaned, wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck and pulling the man even closer. He threaded his fingers through his hair and fisted his hands, holding the man in place.

 


Severus chuckled, breaking the kiss and speaking against Draco’s mouth, since the blond didn’t seem inclined to release him. “So greedy for me.”

 


“Always.” Draco responded. “Kiss me again.” He demanded.

 


Severus huffed out a short laugh and kissed him again, devouring his mouth and stealing his breath.

 


Draco finally let go of his hair and moaned when Severus’ hands found their way into his hair, fisting just as cruelly as Draco’s had. He broke the kiss and gasped as his head was pulled back by the hair.

 


Severus leaned in and nibbled at his throat. “It’s not nice to pull one’s hair, now, is it?” The man asked.

 


“Mm, I don’t know, feels kind of nice to me.” Draco responded breathily.

 


Severus let him go with a snort. “Deviant.” He muttered, smiling.

 


“Oh, but you like it.” Draco responded, getting up and stretching. “I can get back to my room now. I’ll be wearing the sheath at breakfast tomorrow, don’t forget to bring your dagger.” He reminded the man.

 


Severus nodded. “I’ll have it. Sweet dreams, Draco. Sleep well.”

 


“I might, if I dream of you.” Draco told the man as he left the room.