Of Potions and Wings

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Draco opened the box the robes had come in once more, looking at the one on top happily.

 


It was a dark, forest green with silver runes on the hem and the cuffs.

 


Severus’ robe.

 


Draco knew he had to send it home with him after Christmas, which Severus would be spending with Draco and Lucius. He wished Severus could stay the night on Christmas day as he usually did, but it was tradition that the grooms be separated the night before the wedding, preferably in different houses completely, and Draco would get to see him the next day anyway.

 


He’d never been a particularly patient person, but he could wait out the one night they would be apart. Since it was tradition, and all.

 


Draco took the robes meant for himself out of the box and hung them up on the outside of his wardrobe, looking them over critically. After deciding that they looked fine and he’d look magnificent on his wedding day (as he should), he headed out to find his father.

 


He wandered through the library, not seeing him there, then went to Lucius’ study. He knocked on the door and heard his father call out for him to enter. He walked in and smiled at the man. “Father, when is Severus going to be here? Is he coming tomorrow?” He asked, sitting in the chair across from Lucius’ in front of the desk.

 


Lucius looked up from his paperwork and nodded. “Yes, he will be spending the night tomorrow and leaving after dinner on Christmas day.” He answered, then smiled. “Are you having trouble waiting for the wedding now that all the plans are finalized?” He asked in amusement.

 


Draco sighed, bringing one hand up to rub at his forehead. “Yes.” He said emphatically. “I want to be married, already! It’s so hard to wait!”

 


Lucius chuckled. “I never had that problem with your mother, but I can understand your problem with it. You’ve only got a few more days to go, you’ll be fine.” The man assured him.

 


“If I don’t expire from the anticipation.” Draco answered him with a small smile. “The courting bouquet is in my room, taking pride of place on my desk. I don’t intend to move it, ever.” He said firmly.

 


Lucius snorted. “You’ll likely have to move it when you move in with Severus. After all, once I am dead and gone, if you move back in here, you’ll have your own heir to install in that room. It will no longer be yours, as you will be in the Master suite. Those rooms are for the heir, not the Lord of the Manor.” He reminded his son with a small smile.

 


Draco frowned. “Hmm. True.” He conceded. “I’ll bring it over to Severus’ a few days after the wedding. I don’t need to move all my things into his house at once, after all. A slow and steady takeover works for me.” He said, smiling at his father.

 


Lucius laughed. “Already planning to turn his house into your domain?” He asked.

 


Draco’s smile morphed into a smirk. “But of course.” He responded lightly. “Have you seen the man’s bathroom? Never mind, I know you haven’t; he has so much space it’s ridiculous, and the only things in his shower are his soap, shampoo and conditioner. I can fit all five of my conditioning treatments in the space if I want, and it would be better to have them all on hand instead of having to bring them over from the counter as I need them and replace them afterward. There’d even be space left over. He’ll likely complain about me turning his bathroom into a beauty salon, knowing him, but I know he likes the way I look, so he has to be prepared for me to keep up with my skin and hair maintenance. It takes a lot of work to look this good, after all.”

 


Lucius smiled indulgently. “That’s true. Well, my Dragon, I have some work to do yet, if I am to be finished with it all today, so you should go find something to do. Walk the gardens, go fly, terrorize the house-elves, whatever you want. Give me a few more hours to work and I will see you at dinner.” He said, dipping his quill in the inkpot on his desk.

 


Draco got up. “I’ll see you then, Father.” He said, then left the room.

 


*****

 


The Wards chimed, informing them that someone had just Flooed into the receiving room, and Draco jumped up. “Severus!” He breathed, then ran out of the room.

 


“Draco, don’t run in the Manor!” Lucius called after him, smiling. He was very happy that Draco had found love, but that didn’t mean he was allowed to let decorum fall by the wayside. He got up and followed Draco at a more reasonable pace.

 


He got to the receiving room and watched as Draco and Severus kissed, Severus’ arms wrapped tightly around Draco’s waist, holding him close.

 


After watching them for nearly a minute with no end in sight, he coughed lightly.

 


Severus broke the kiss, letting Draco go and stepping back quickly, face flaming. “Lucius.” He greeted the other man.

 


Lucius chuckled. “Severus. I see Draco has properly welcomed you.” He said in amusement.

 


Severus’ flush didn’t abate in the least, and he cleared his throat. “We have both missed each other, it would appear.” He explained.

 


“I can certainly understand that. We were taking tea in the green parlor, would you care for some? The tree is there as well.” Lucius told the man.

 


Severus smiled, patting his pocket. “Yes, I will join you. I need to get the presents out of my pocket and re-sized, after all.” He told the man.

 


Draco’s eyes gleamed. “What did you get me?” He asked eagerly.

 


Severus chuckled. “I’m not going to tell you. You will find out tomorrow.” He said evenly.

 


Lucius chuckled, leading the way into the green parlor.

 


Severus took a small box out of his pocket and took out the gifts one by one, re-sizing them and placing them under the tree with the others. Draco watched intently.

 


“Don’t even think of touching them before tomorrow morning. I’ve put caterwauling charms on all of yours.” Severus told the younger blond.

 


Draco pouted. “That’s not very fair.” He protested.

 


Severus smirked. “The charm will expire at seven AM tomorrow morning, so no waking us up early either.” He added.

 


Draco huffed. “Spoilsport.”

 


“You love me anyway.” Severus responded smugly.

 


Draco grabbed his arm and pulled the man to sit beside him on the couch, kicking his shoes off and curling his feet up beside him as he pressed himself into Severus’ side.

 


Severus chuckled.

 


An elf popped in with a teacup and saucer for Severus, who looked at Draco. “Are you going to let me move enough to prepare a cup of tea?” He asked mildly.

 


Draco pursed his lips, pulling back from where he’d been leaning into Severus. “If I must.” He said resignedly.

 


Severus took the cup and prepared himself a cup of tea. “So, I suppose Draco has been pining after me since he came home, judging by the welcome I received?” He asked, stirring his tea before taking a sip.

 


Lucius picked his own up and began drinking again. “I wouldn’t know. I spent the last two days in my study, catching up on my paperwork.” He answered in amusement.

 


Draco sighed. “Yes, he’s been hiding away until today, avoiding me except at mealtimes.” He complained.

 


Lucius smiled. “I had work to do, Draco. Our finances don’t manage themselves, you know. If I am to assure your future, I must keep up on the work necessary to do so.” He pointed out.

 


“I suppose so.” Draco conceded. He picked up his tea, drained it, then leaned against Severus’ side again.

 


“Has Draco told you whom he has invited to the wedding?” Severus asked Lucius.

 


Lucius nodded. “Yes. He also told me that you seemed to be upset at the thought of Longbottom being there. Surely you know that he will be polite? Augusta would have a fit if he were not well-behaved at such an event.” He pointed out.

 


Severus nodded. “I have come to realize that, but my dislike for the boy still stands. He and I will never get along. He has blown up too many cauldrons, making my job infinitely harder than it had to be. He is a danger to himself and others when around a cauldron.”

 


Draco snorted. “There aren’t going to be any cauldrons at our wedding, though.” He reminded his Suitor. “It’ll be fine.”

 


Severus looked down at him. “You’re lucky I love you so much, My Brat.” He said softly.

 


Draco tilted his head up to beam at him. “I love you, too, Sev.” He said happily. He laid down on the couch, dangling his feet over the side and laying his head in Severus’ lap. “Go ahead and talk with Father.” He said, closing his eyes. “I’m still listening.”

 


Severus chuckled. “Your father looks like he’s trying to keep from yelling at you.”

 


Draco sighed. “Please don’t make me move, Father. I’m comfortable like this. Sev doesn’t mind, do you?” He asked, opening his eyes to look up at the man.

 


Severus shook his head. “I do not, but I think Lucius does, and we are in his house right now.” He pointed out.

 


Lucius heaved a sigh. “Fine, Draco, you may lie on the furniture this once, but you will not do it again, am I clear?” He asked tightly.

 


Draco smiled, closing his eyes again. “As crystal.” He answered happily.

 


Severus fought back a smile and calmly sipped at his tea.

 


*****

 


Draco picked up the last gift from Severus and his eyebrow rose as he felt it suspiciously. “It’s a potion.” He said curiously, then looked at Severus.

 


Severus smiled. “It goes with one of your father’s gifts to you.” He said.

 


Lucius nodded. “The round one in the silver wrapping.” He told his son.

 


Draco frowned and pulled the aforementioned gift toward him, then unwrapped the one he held in his hand. His eyes widened and his breath caught as he recognized the swirling, milky liquid. “Memoria Spectare!” He breathed. “Then this must be-!” He unwrapped the other gift and grinned widely. “You got me a pensieve!” He shouted, getting up and flinging himself at his father, hugging him tightly, then turned to Severus and repeated the hug, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes to say “Thank you!” before kissing him heatedly.

 


Severus wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist and growled against his mouth, swallowing up Draco’s aroused whimper before breaking the kiss, both of them breathing heavily. “Let’s continue opening gifts, shall we?” He drawled in amusement.

 


Lucius chuckled. “A good idea.” He agreed. “And you are welcome, My Dragon. I felt you deserved it, since you’ve been doing so well in your classes this year. Be sure you use it before Dumbledore comes for tea.” He warned. “The man is a Legilimens, after all, and you are not terribly skilled in Occlumency just yet.”

 


Draco inclined his head. “I will, Father. He’s only coming to verify virginity, right? Then he’s leaving? I mean, if he’s only going to be here a short time, do I really have to worry so much?” He asked.

 


Lucius’ eyes narrowed. “That is no excuse to be lax. Remove any memories you do not want him to see, regardless of the length of his stay here. But yes, he should only be here for a short time. Thirty minutes, at most.”

 


Draco nodded. “I’ll do it as soon as we’re done here.” He promised. “Here, Sev, open this one!” He said, digging through Severus’ pile of gifts and coming up with one that was unmistakably a book.

 


Severus took the gift and unwrapped it, his eyebrows hitting his hairline as he stared in shock. “Draco...” He breathed, opening the book carefully, then meeting the blond’s smug gaze. “How much did you pay for this?” He whispered, holding the old book in one hand.

 


Draco smirked. “Worth it, to see that look on your face. Remember, you won’t get the chance to use it until I’m done with you. Christmas is not for brewing, then you have the wedding to get through, and our Honeymoon will likely be quite full of activity.” He teased. “I plan to keep you busy until school starts back up.”

 


Lucius sighed. “Draco, decorum.” He reminded his son.

 


Draco flushed. “Yes, Father. I’m sorry.” The impish smile he flashed Severus belied his words.

 


*****

 


Lucius finished his tea and stood. “Well, I think it would be best if I left before the spell is cast. I trust my son, and I have no need to verify Severus’ state of purity. I am sure, no matter the case, that he will be a good match for Draco. Draco, Severus, I will see the both of you later.” He said, then left the room.

 


Dumbledore smiled. “Would you two prefer me to cast the spell now, or once we have finished our tea?”

 


Draco shrugged. “I don’t mind if we finish our tea first. Severus?” He asked.

 


Severus’ mouth thinned. “I’d like to finish our tea first, if it is all the same to you both.” He said, his voice tense.

 


Draco nodded, taking another sip of his tea. He was almost finished, anyway.

 


“Mr. Malfoy, how are you finding your N.E.W.T. classes, now that you are halfway done with them?” Dumbledore asked lightly.

 


Draco met his eyes in surprise, before he shifted his eyes to the man’s nose, Occluding as best he could. Better safe than sorry, after all. “They are more difficult this year, that much is certain. But I think I am doing well. Father seems pleased with my progress, and having free periods where Potions was is helping out. Though, Potions would have been an easy ‘O’ this year, so I could have kept it.” He said, then drained the rest of his tea.

 


Severus sighed. “Draco, that is not a valid reason to keep a class.”

 


Draco looked at Severus. “I would have been able to spend more time with you.” He added, setting his teacup down.

 


“Also not a good reason to stay in a class. You did the right thing by testing out, though I did not think so at the time.” Severus told him with a small smirk.

 


“Quite, quite!” Dumbledore agreed.

 


Severus finished his tea and set his cup down.

 


Dumbledore finished his tea as well, then set his cup down and drew his wand. “Alright, are you ready?” He asked them both.

 


Draco nodded and sat up straight.

 


Severus nodded once, tensely.

 


“Virgo ostendo sum.” The man intoned, sweeping his wand over Draco and Severus.

 


Both of them glowed for a few moments.

 


Dumbledore’s eyebrows rose. “My, this is quite unexpected!” He said in surprise. “Mr. Malfoy I understand, but Severus, you’ve truly waited?”

 


Severus flushed. “Yes, and my reasons are my own.” He said tightly.

 


Draco took his hand, lacing thier fingers together.

 


Dumbledore nodded, putting his wand away. “They are, and I will not pry. I will just show myself out now. I will see you both tomorrow, at the wedding.” He said, standing.

 


“Goodbye, Sir.” Draco said.

 


“Good day, Mr. Malfoy.” Dumbledore said, before heading back toward the receiving room.

 


Draco squeezed Severus’ hand. “He’ll never tell, he’d have nothing to gain by it.” He said softly.

 


Severus sighed. “I know he won’t, but still, he is the first person to know besides you. You deserved the knowledge, he does not. He has that knowledge purely due to circumstances.” He said.

 


Draco smiled. “By tomorrow night, it won’t even matter anymore, because neither of us will still be virgins.” He reminded the man.

 


Severus turned to face him, a fire in his eyes. “That much is true.” He said, then bent and kissed Draco. “I do love you.”

 


Draco smiled. “I know. I love you, too.”