Of Potions and Wings

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Harry turned to look over his shoulder as the door to the room of requirement opened. His wings were still out, so it had to be...

 


Yes, it was Draco.

 


Harry smiled. “Hi. Free period?”

 


Draco nodded. “Yes. I didn’t know we had one that coincided.” He said mildly.

 


Harry shrugged. “I’m usually in here this time of day. It’s you who hasn’t shown up until now. You’d have found out earlier if you had.” He replied.

 


“Hm.” Draco walked over and sat beside him. “What are you working on?”

 


“Charms.” Harry answered.

 


Draco rolled his eyes. “Cutting it a bit close, aren’t you?” He asked. “That’s our next class.”

 


“Oh, shut up.” Harry replied with a small smile. “I only have three more inches left, anyway.”

 


Draco’s wings fluttered absently behind the blond.

 


“So, why are you here?” Harry asked.

 


“Needed to stretch my wings.” Draco answered, and they fluttered again.

 


Harry smiled. “I see.” He said, finishing his essay and rolling up the scroll before putting it in his bag. “Any idea what we’re going to be doing tonight?”

 


Draco shrugged. “No idea. Although I did suggest learning some wandless magic, and Father seemed to think that was a good idea, so maybe that’s what we’ll be doing? One can only hope.”

 


“That would be useful.” Harry said, arching his back and fluttering his wings as he stretched. “I’d really like to know how to get my wand back if it gets taken from me without blasting my opponent into a wall.” He said in amusement.

 


Draco smirked. “I think we’d all prefer that.” He told the brunet. “Severus thinks you might kill someone one of these days.”

 


Harry smiled sheepishly. “Well, not on purpose, at any rate.” He said wryly.

 


Draco laughed. “I don’t think you’re quite that bad, but your track record thus far is just a little bit alarming.”

 


Harry flushed. “I really didn’t mean to hurt him. It was just... Reflex, I suppose.”

 


“I know you didn’t mean to hurt him. But, it’s like they say, you always hurt the ones you love.” Draco said lightly.

 


“I don’t love him!” Harry denied, shoving Draco gently. “Prat.”

 


Draco chuckled. “Ah, so you say, but your eyes tell me a different story. Such love I see shining in those verdant orbs for my Father! Such unequivocal devotion!”

 


Harry sighed, shaking his head. “You’re horrible, really. I like him a bit, yes, but I’m nowhere even close to classifying the emotion as love.” He denied.

 


Draco shook his head. “We’ll see.” He said, grabbing his wand and casting tempus. “Time to head to class now.” He got up, pulling Harry up with him.

 


Harry grabbed his bag and they headed out of the room, walking to class in companionable silence.

 


*****

 


“ACCIO WAND!” Harry shouted, throwing his hand out toward the wands, which were sitting on Lucius’ desk, as they had been for the past hour. Apparently, his wandless protego ability was a fluke. He wasn’t having nearly as much luck with the summoning charm.

 


Lucius quirked a brow. “Saying it louder will not make the attempt any more successful. I’ve told you, you have to direct your magic into your hand as you cast. Remember how it felt when you got the wand to fall off the desk. Build on that feeling. I know you are both capable of this.”

 


Draco gritted his teeth. “Accio wand!” He said, frustration evident in his voice. His wand twitched, but didn’t do any more than that.

 


Lucius sighed. “Draco, come here.”

 


Draco walked over to stand beside his father. Lucius held out his wand hand toward the wands on the desk. “Hold onto my hand and feel as I cast. Accio Draco’s wand!” The man called, and the wand flew to him obediently.

 


Draco nodded. “I felt that, but how do I get it to happen for me?” He asked.

 


Lucius sighed. “Have you pushed your magic close to the surface purposefully? Perhaps to feel it interacting with Severus’ magic?” He asked patiently.

 


Draco shrugged. “No; it does that on its own, I never have to think about it.”

 


Lucius frowned. “Hm. Well, the next time you’re touching him and you feel that feeling, try to direct your magic consciously. If you can manage to do that, wandless magic will become easier.”

 


“Fine.” Draco said with a shrug.

 


Lucius handed him his wand. “You may go. I’ll demonstrate the feeling for Mr. Potter, and we will try this again after the break, at our next lesson.”

 


Draco nodded. “See you, Father. Good night, Harry.”

 


Harry waved at him. “Good night.”

 


“Mr. Potter.” Lucius turned to him. “Come here.”

 


Harry walked over to him.

 


“Hold onto my hand.” He directed.

 


Harry placed his hand around Lucius’, and Lucius cast. “Accio Harry Potter’s wand!”

 


Harry gasped as the hand under his suddenly felt as though it was covered in silk, and the wand zoomed into Lucius’ hand. The feeling was amazing, and Harry’s eyes snapped to Lucius’ in surprise.

 


Lucius’ eyes were wide, and the man’s mouth was slightly open. He shook himself, then cleared his throat. “Mr. Potter, I’m surprised, honestly, that you haven’t picked this up yet. You seem to carry a good deal of your magic in your hands already. Try to build on that. Work on directing that magic where you want it to go, and try getting it to pool in one hand at a time over the break. That should make this easier for you.” He said, handing Harry his wand. “You may go.”

 


Harry rushed out of the room, flushing. So that was what Draco had with Severus, and Pansy Parkinson had with Blaise Zabini! Why, of all the people his magic could be compatible with, did the first person he’d found have to be Lucius Malfoy?!

 


The door slammed behind the boy, and Lucius walked over to his chair, sinking weakly into it. His magic and Mr. Potter’s were perfectly compatible, something he’d never even been able to say of Narcissa, and precious few lovers over the years, as well.

 


Now, knowing they had that kind of chemistry between them, how could he continue to hold himself back from the boy? Something like this wasn’t so easy to deny. It drew one in, and Lucius had always had issues with self-control. If he found something he wanted, he took it, there was never any reason not to.

 


And, oh, how he wanted that boy!

 


He shook his head. No. He could control himself for this one year, surely. He knew that the boy was not his to take, and he’d been able to resist the urge thus far.

 


Just one year. He told himself firmly. Just make it one year without slipping up and a new paramour will be your reward.

 


*****

 


Draco met Harry just outside Severus’ classroom and smiled. “Were you waiting for me? Oh, how sweet!” He said teasingly.

 


Harry shook his head. “I didn’t hear you in there, and I don’t want to go in without you. He’s not been in the best mood today, and being around you tends to cheer him up, if only a little.” He told the blond. “So, yes, I waited for you.”

 


Draco raised a brow, but knocked on the door.

 


“Enter.”

 


Draco opened the door and walked in, Harry right behind him. “Did you miss me?” The blond asked, walking up to the man and wrapping his arms around him. “I missed you. It’s been a long day.”

 


Severus snorted. “You have no idea.” The man agreed. “I have two elements covered; Earth and Water, we’ll just have to hope neither of you have an affinity with Fire or Air, as I have no idea how we would test you for those. Fire would likely be dangerous. As it is, I am in uncharted territory here, so I cannot be sure we will see any results.” He said.

 


Draco peered around him at the small cutting of an herb he didn’t recognize and a bowl of water. “Well, it’s a start.” He said lightly. “We can see if either of us reacts to one of those, and if not, we’ll just have to see what we can do about testing for the other elements.”

 


Severus nodded. “First, I will demonstrate what someone with an Earth affinity can do, and I will explain the process to you both. Then, we will see if either of you can reproduce the results.”

 


Draco and Harry stepped up beside him as Severus reached out and placed his fingertips along the stem of the cutting, closing his eyes. “First, I make physical contact with the plant I wish to work with, and I use the point of contact to feel for the plant’s energies, its life-force. Once I have found it, which will take a moment...” His brow furrowed, then smoothed out again, “I use the point of contact to funnel some of my own magic into the plant, enhancing its growth to a small degree. It’s never much,” He said, as the plant grew a few inches and let off a few new leaves, “but it’s usually enough for a potion I’m trying to brew, which is all I ever need.” He finished, opening his eyes and looking at the plant.

 


Harry and Draco were staring at the plant in fascination.

 


“I want to try first.” Draco said firmly.

 


Severus stepped back, waving a hand over the area in a sweeping motion. “Be my guest.” He told the blond.

 


Draco stepped up to the plant and let his fingertips rest on the stem, in almost the same exact places Severus’ had rested, and closed his eyes. He was silent for a long moment. After a few minutes of silence, he sighed and opened his eyes. “I can’t even feel the plant’s life-force, Sev.” He whined, dropping his hand.

 


Severus’ lips twitched. “Ever since I came into my inheritance, even before I found my affinity I could sense a plant’s life-force. Obviously, your affinity is not Earth. Mr. Potter, would you like to give it a try?” He asked.

 


Harry shrugged. “I guess.” He switched places with Draco and touched the plant, closing his eyes and trying to feel the plant on a more mental level. He focused hard on the cutting, concentrating on making contact with its inherent energies.

 


Nothing.

 


He opened his eyes and shook his head, dropping the hand. “I couldn’t feel anything either, Sir.”

 


Severus nodded. “I see. For now, let’s switch to Water. Both of you place your fingertips in the bowl of water and see if you can feel a difference in how water felt before your inheritance, and how this water feels now.” He advised.

 


Harry and Draco stepped forward, both dipping their fingertips into the bowl and closing thier eyes.

 


They were silent for long minutes before Draco sighed again and pulled his fingers out. “I don’t feel anything!” He burst out in frustration.

 


“Shh!” Severus shushed him, watching Harry’s face.

 


The brunet’s brow was furrowed, and he was idly tracing patterns in the water. “There’s something... It feels... Off, somehow. I can’t put my finger on it.” He murmured softly. “It feels weird. It’s kind of... Buzzing.”

 


Severus leaned forward. “Try to create a small, slow whirlpool in the bowl.” He advised.

 


Draco watched in interest.

 


Harry frowned. “How would I do that?” He asked.

 


Severus hummed. “I have no idea, Potter, just try.” He coaxed.

 


Harry sighed and was silent for long moments.

 


Draco was about to proclaim his boredom—loudly—when the water in the bowl began to swirl slowly, in a clockwise motion. His mouth fell open and he blinked—twice—to be sure he really was seeing what he thought he was seeing.

 


“Bloody hell, Potter, open your eyes!” He said urgently.

 


Harry opened his eyes and looked at the water, which was still swirling. His concentration, however, was broken, and the whirlpool began to slow, then stopped completely. “Wow.” Harry breathed, pulling his hand out of the water. “So my affinity must be Water, then.” He stated softly.

 


Draco grinned. “I’d say that much is pretty clear.” He agreed, grinning at the other teen.

 


Harry grinned back, then grew serious. “What use is Water going to be against Voldemort?” He asked.

 


Severus frowned. “I have no idea, but now that you know your affinity, there is no reason not to train the ability. As the Quidditch Captain, you have access to the Prefect’s bath, right?”

 


Harry nodded. “Yeah.”

 


“Good. From now on, you will be sure to take at least one bath a week, even if you prefer showers, and you will use the time to manipulate the water as best you can. Experiment, see what you can do with it, and how far you can push your ability.” Severus told him.

 


“Okay.” Harry said with a shrug. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to do anything useful with it, but I’ll see what I can do.”

 


Severus nodded. “Good. You may go.”

 


Draco stayed. “So, since we didn’t find out what my affinity is, how am I supposed to learn what it is and train it?” He asked.

 


Severus shrugged. “I don’t know, Draco. Fire is really too dangerous to test, and Air would be best tested for outside. Have you ever felt anything different outside since your inheritance?” He asked.

 


Draco shook his head. “No. Does that mean my affinity is with Fire?”

 


Severus shrugged. “It very well may, but we are not going to test it without knowing how to do so safely. I refuse to risk you.” He said firmly.

 


Draco smiled. “What we need is to find a clan of High Elves that could help us.” He said.

 


“Which would be highly unlikely, as they are so reclusive and do not like to mingle with Wizards. Try to keep your fantasies within the realm of possibility, Draco.” Severus said.

 


Draco sighed. “Well, it’s almost Christmas time. What did you get me this year?” He asked excitedly.

 


Severus shook his head. “That would be telling. You know I don’t tell you your gifts early. You’ll just have to wait and see.” He said in amusement.

 


Draco pouted. “But I don’t want to wait!” He whined.

 


“You never do.” Severus agreed mildly. “And whining is not attractive.” He pointed out.

 


Draco huffed. “Fine, then. I’m going to go back to the common room and spend some time with Pansy and Blaise, but before I do that...” He walked up to Severus and wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. “Kiss me?”

 


Severus wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist and kissed him heatedly, swallowing Draco’s moan of enjoyment.

 


Draco smiled dazedly when Severus raised his head. “I love your kisses, Sev.” He said happily.

 


Severus chuckled. “I can tell. Go, be with your friends for a while. I daresay I will be stealing you from them soon enough.”

 


“I’m sure they’ll forgive you.” Draco said, then left the room.