Of Potions and Wings

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Draco sat next to Harry, dishing himself up some breakfast. “So, I need you with me today. We’re going to get fitted for the wedding robes.” He told the brunet.

 


Harry looked at him in surprise, then nodded. “Alright. I assume Pansy and Blaise are coming along, too?” He asked.

 


Draco nodded. “As well as Father, Professor McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey. They’ll be standing with Severus. I still don’t know whether to go with green or purple for the wedding robes, but I’m leaning more towards green. What do you think?” He asked. 

 


Harry shrugged. “I don’t care either way, but green does look really good on me.” He told the blond.

 


Draco looked him over. “Yes, it would, wouldn’t it?” He murmured thoughtfully. “I suppose it’ll have to be green, then.” He decided.

 


Harry grinned. “I don’t think I can envision Snape wearing anything other than black.” He said lightly.

 


Draco chuckled. “I’ve seen him in dark green before.” He said. “It looks good on him, I have to say.”

 


“Coming from you, that doesn’t mean much. You like him; you’ll think anything looks good on him.” Harry teased, nudging Draco gently with his elbow.

 


Draco flushed. “Oh, shut up. I am perfectly aware of the fact that some colors don’t suit him. Yellow and white, for example. He’s too pale for those colors, much like myself.”

 


“Aren’t you supposed to wear white?” Harry asked.

 


Draco made a face. “No. Another muggle custom, I’m guessing? What’s wrong with muggles, anyway? Who wants to wear white on their wedding day? It’s so boring!”

 


Harry smiled. “It’s supposed to symbolize purity and chastity, though most muggles aren’t virgins by the time they marry now, anyway.”

 


Draco rolled his eyes. “Well, no, I will be wearing green, in a darker shade than you and Pansy and Blaise. The professors and Madam Pomfrey will be in a darker shade than me, and Severus will have the darkest shade of all, as the Suitor. The Intended always takes the lighter shade, when there was a courtship beforehand, which I don’t mind.” He said with a shrug. “And I suppose that keeping one’s virginity intact for the wedding wouldn’t be as much of an issue if they don’t have the purity spell to take into account. It makes sense.”

 


“Purity spell?” Harry asked, frowning. “What purity spell?”

 


Draco grinned. “Well, you won’t see it at our wedding, because we’re going to have Dumbledore cast it beforehand, in private, but in most weddings, there’s a spell that is cast to make sure that the members are still virgin. Especially in Pureblood weddings. If you haven’t been married before, you’re expected to be a virgin. Not everyone uses it now, but it was very important up until the last thirty years that weddings start with both parties being virgin. Unless one party was married before, of course.” Draco added, then smirked. “But that’s not a worry for me. I’m still pure, and I don’t mind having it proven. Severus and I have to have the spell cast either before or at the ceremony, since we’re using an older binding. The newer ones can be used with or without the spell.”

 


“Huh. So wizards and witches don’t have sex before marriage?” Harry asked quietly, more out of curiosity than anything else.

 


Draco smirked. “Well, some do. But up until recently, it was very frowned upon, more for the girls than the boys, of course. Men were expected to ‘sow thier wild oats,’ so to speak, before marriage, though some didn’t, when women who had premarital sex were considered ‘dirty.’ I believe that both my mother and father had sex before marriage, though. I don’t think father was very concerned that she be virgin before marriage, just that the only child she bore was his without doubt. And I certainly am. There’s quite a lot of resemblance, which proves my paternity to anyone who might think otherwise.” Draco said, running a hand through his hair and smiling winningly.

 


Harry grinned. “Stop preening, you prat.” He told the blond.

 


Draco chuckled. “Anyway, lately more people are having premarital sex, so it’s not so unheard of, though I think that’s because so many muggleborns are coming into our world. The Old Ways are being followed less and less as time goes on, which is sad, really. The Old Ways were the only thing that really set us apart from the muggle world, besides our magic.” He finished wistfully. He took a deep breath, then let it out on a sigh. “But enough about that. What were you doing with Father last night? I came by Gryffindor Tower to tell you I needed you today, only to have Ginny tell me you were at a lesson with him, alone. What, pray tell, was he teaching you?” The blond asked with a teasing eyebrow waggle.

 


Harry flushed. “I’m learning the Dark Arts. He felt I should know them, since the Death Eaters won’t have any problem using them against me. I should be willing to fight just as dirty as they will be.” He explained.

 


Draco nodded. “That makes sense. I suppose you could kill me with any number of nasty spells by now?”

 


Harry shrugged. “Only if you do something truly unforgivable. I like you well enough now. You’re not so bad.”

 


“I would certainly hope not. We get along rather well, I think.” Draco said lightly.

 


Harry finished his breakfast. “Alright, I’m ready.”

 


Draco got up. “Let’s see if everyone else is ready to go.” He said.

 


They walked over to the Slytherin table.

 


Blaise and Pansy were finishing their breakfast.

 


Pansy drained her mug of coffee and sighed. “Ready, then?” She asked, getting up and brushing off her robes.

 


Blaise stood as well, nodding to Draco.

 


Draco turned his gaze to the Head table to see his father, McGonagall and Pomfrey getting up.

 


The four students walked to the entryway to wait for the staff members that were joining them.

 


“Have you decided on a color yet, Draco?” Pansy asked, taking the arm that Blaise held out for her.

 


Draco nodded. “We’re going to be in green.” He told her.

 


Pansy nodded. “Alright. I’ll do purple at my wedding, then.” She told him with a smile. “I like what purple does to your eyes.”

 


Draco rolled said eyes just as the others appeared.

 


“Don’t roll your eyes, Draco.” Lucius told his son.

 


Draco flushed. “Yes, Father. Sorry.”

 


Harry snorted, and Draco elbowed him.

 


“Are we ready to go?” Draco asked his father.

 


Lucius nodded. “I have the portkey here,” He said, pulling out a card with a bunch of french on it, “and Dumbledore has created a return portkey for us.” He finished, pulling out a handkerchief and showing it to them before putting it back in his pocket. “There is no time limit, but we must get everything done today, as the return portkey is a one-time portkey. We can’t use it twice.” He warned.

 


Draco nodded. “That’s fine.” He said.

 


Everyone put a finger on the card portkey and Lucius activated it, sending them hurtling through space.

 


Everyone but Harry landed on thier feet. Harry landed on his arse and groaned as Draco helped him up, smiling. “Not very experienced with portkeys, are you?” He asked.

 


Harry shook his head. “I don’t like them much.” He explained quietly.

 


Draco shrugged. “Well, anyway, here we are. Come on, you lot.” He said imperiously, leading the way through the doorway into the shop.

 


A woman bustled over, smiling brightly.

 


“Ahh, Monsieur Malfoy!” She began speaking to him in rapid French.

 


Draco replied, motioning to the others.

 


“Oh, I love it when he speaks French!” Pansy said, smiling dreamily.

 


Blaise looked at her with narrowed eyes. “You do, do you?” He asked lowly.

 


Pansy leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I love it more when you speak Italian. Now, that’s a sexy language.” She placated him.

 


Blaise sighed, looking mollified.

 


The woman bustled over, separating the men from the women and guiding them into two different rooms.

 


Once all the men were in their room, she waved her wand and all their clothes save underwear peeled off and settled themselves on the table at the back of the room, in neat little stacks.

 


Harry blushed and eyed Lucius, noting that, yes, the man was very fit. He licked his lips and trailed his eyes up that firm, muscular chest to meet the man’s eyes and flushed further when he noticed that the man was also looking at him.

 


Draco noticed the blatant staring going on, and snickered.

 


Harry turned and hissed at him.

 


Draco stiffened and hissed back.

 


Blaise’s eyes widened and he took a few steps back.

 


“Draco!” Lucius snapped. “Mr. Potter, now is not the time to indulge in a pissing contest. Please keep control over your instincts, both of you.” He requested as the shopkeeper came back in and conversed with Draco a bit more.

 


Within the next ten minutes, two assistants had joined the woman, and they were all led to stools and were being measured.

 


Harry readied himself for a long day.

 


*****

 


Draco eyed himself in the mirror once more, turning a bit so that the silver runes at his cuffs and the hem of his robe caught the light, and nodded. “I look good in this shade, don’t I?” He asked Harry.

 


Harry nodded. “Yeah. What are all the runes for?” He asked.

 


Draco looked down at his cuffs and translated, “Fertility, protection, fidelity and love. Standard runes for a wedding.” He said evenly. He turned to the shopkeeper and spoke to her a bit more. Harry caught the word “Hogwarts,” but that was the only word he recognized.

 


The shopkeeper nodded and spoke some more. Draco pointed to Blaise and said “Blaise Zabini,” then pointed to Harry and said, “Harry Potter.”

 


The shopkeeper’s eyes flicked to Harry in mild surprise, then she schooled her features back to polite interest and nodded, speaking again.

 


Draco smiled and rattled off some more French, naming Pansy as well as Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey.

 


The shopkeeper smiled and nodded, then bustled out.

 


The two assistants stayed and helped them out of the wedding robes, then took the unfinished robes into a back room, where Harry assumed they would be finished before being sent to Hogwarts.

 


They began to get dressed, after figuring out whose clothes were whose.

 


When they left the room, the women were already waiting for them. Draco fished a small piece of parchment out of his pocket and walked up to the shopkeeper, handing it to her and talking to her once more.

 


She looked it over, asked him something, and when he answered, she nodded, decisively.

 


Draco walked back over to the group and smiled. “We’ll have the robes by the Christmas Hols.” He said.

 


Pansy smiled. “I really like our color. Green was a good choice.” She said.

 


Draco smirked at her. “Wait until you see mine. It’s lovely.”

 


Blaise sidled up to Pansy and held out his arm for her to take again.

 


Pansy took his arm and smiled up at Lucius. “Are we ready to return, Sir?” She asked.

 


Lucius brought out the handkerchief and everyone crowded around, making sure to touch a part of it.

 


Lucius activated it, and they were hurtling through space once more, back to Hogwarts.

 


They landed on the front lawn, right before the steps into the castle, and Harry, who had landed on his back, groaned.

 


Draco chuckled and helped him up. “You really need more practice with portkeys, Harry.” He said.

 


Harry sighed. “I’d rather just avoid them, really. There are other methods of travel.”

 


Draco sneered. “Your muggle upbringing is showing. Portkey is the preferred method of travel for Purebloods.”

 


“Good thing I’m not a Pureblood, then, isn’t it?” Harry sneered back.

 


Draco was about to reply when Lucius’ voice interrupted. “Draco, come with me.” The man told his son.

 


“Yes, Father.” Draco said, shooting a look at Harry as he followed the man toward his rooms.

 


Lucius led Draco into his rooms and shut the door behind him. He walked to the liqour cabinet he’d brought from his study at the Manor. “Firewhiskey?” He offered. “I’m going to need one before we have this conversation.” He muttered to himself.

 


“Sure.” Draco answered, a bit surprised, but he’d had the occasional drink with his father before, so this wasn’t too novel an experience.

 


Lucius brought him a glass of Firewhiskey and took a chair, waving a hand at the other one to indicate that Draco was to take it.

 


Draco sat and sipped at his drink, staring at his father curiously.

 


Lucius sipped at his drink for a few moments, letting the silence between them stand, before he sighed and met Draco’s eyes.

 


“As the submissive’s father, it falls to me to discuss the matter of... Ah, marital relations with you.” Lucius finally said, flushing just the tinest bit.

 


Draco’s face flamed. “Oh.” He said in a small voice.

 


“I am correct in assuming you are still pure, right, My Dragon?” Lucius asked.

 


Draco nodded, his flush increasing. “Yes.”

 


Lucius sighed. “How far have you gone, on your own? Have you ever stretched yourself, either with fingers or toys?” He asked.

 


“No.” Draco admitted. “Nothing has ever breached me. I’m saving all that for Severus.”

 


Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose. “By now you are surely aware that Severus is rather... Larger than average, correct?” He ground out.

 


Draco felt as though his face were on fire, his blush was so fierce. “I’d noticed, yes.”

 


Lucius opened his eyes and met Draco’s again. “I do not want your first time to be a bad experience, so I will stress that you must be patient on your wedding night. Proper care must be taken with your body, especially as it is untried. Make sure Severus is prepared to go slowly, and that he uses a good deal of lubricant to ease the way. Otherwise, you stand a risk of tearing, and recovering from that would not, I imagine, be a pleasant experience.” Lucius drained the rest of his glass, then sighed. “I do not want you hurt, Dragon. Promise me you will be careful.”

 


Draco nodded. “I promise, Father, we’ll be very careful. I’m sure he will go as slowly as I need him to.” He stated confidently.

 


“Good.” Lucius looked into his empty glass. “I am now going to proceed to drink that memory from my head. You will leave after you finish your drink.” He told Draco, pouring more Firewhiskey into his glass.

 


Draco nodded and took another sip. “I do appreciate the talk, Father. I know it’s your job to make sure I’m prepared for the wedding night, but I’m sure Severus can handle things. He’s aware of how pure I am. We’ve discussed it already, and I know I can trust him.” He finished, then downed the rest of his drink.

 


Lucius nodded once. “Good. I will see you later, My Dragon.”

 


Draco turned at the door to smile at his father. “Enjoy your drink, Father.”

 


Lucius waved him away, draining his glass.

 


Draco closed the door behind himself, then chuckled, still a bit flushed. That had been a singularly uncomfortable experience.