GIVE ME YOUR HEART AND SOUL
(Title- Rewrite, Artist- Asian Kong-Fu Generation (opening theme for "Fullmetal Alchemist")
Disclaimer: I don't own them, never owned them and I think it's pretty safe to say that I will never own them either…
Chapter summery: Oliver and Draco go to Glasgow to celebrate the marriage of Oliver's cousin and chaos begins. Oliver's POV.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, it's just that it was Rosh Hashanah and the house was full of noisy people for nearly a week so I couldn't just walk to the computer and start typing…
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Gemma
"Ollie, why is there a strange man taking letters out of that little box we have out front?" I lifted my eyes wearily from my book and watched my boyfriend peeking from behind the curtain to the front of the cottage. It was my first official day off in what felt like a year (though it's only been a month) and I had every intention to spend it with Draco, preferably in bed, all day long… Only Draco seemed to have different ideas and most of them involved Sam! Oh, for the love of Merlin, I cannot believe that I'm jealous of a bloody dog.
I lowered my book and walked to where Draco was standing and wrapped my arms around him,
"He's not taking letter out of the box, silly, he's the postman and he's putting letters in our mail box." I explained my muggley-challenged boyfriend.
"We have a mail box? Whatever for?" I promise you folks, he's a lot smarter than this!
"To put mail in it. That's the way muggle post works." I was being immensely patient right now, even though I just wanted to thump him and get all that prejudice out.
"So that means we got a letter?" Ha, I told you he was smart! Biting my lip to stop the laughter I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his temple.
"Yes. Want to go get it?" Draco turned his head and gave me one of his famous 'Do I look like a four years old twat? No? Didn't think so!' looks, so I let him go and walked to the door as fast as I could before his sharp tongue would get me. After a short trip to the end of the entry lane I retrieved the letter we got. It was actually rather exciting because this is the first muggle letter we got since we moved in. Up until now it was only owls with official stuff from Montrose Magpies or the Institute of Potions Making.
Looking at the envelope I tried to draw clues from it as to the identity of the sender and the contents of the letter. The envelope was a creamy off-white colour and my name and address were printed on the back, on a large white sticker in computer type- making it impossible to know who's written it. The triangular flap in the front offered no information. This was really curious.
I was still turning the letter in my hands when I opened the door and was assaulted by my two overenthusiastic housemates. Sometimes I think that Draco has an invisible tail that he wags whenever he's excited, now that I see Sam do it, I can almost swear by it.
"Who's the letter from?" He asked eagerly, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet, so cute… I pushed my finger under the flap and pulled. Rummaging inside produced a card, in the same colour of the envelope, I opened it to find a picture of two smiling people,
"Hey, this is brilliant- Gem is getting married!" I lifted my head with a wide smile to meet the baffled gaze of my lover, "Gemma is my favourite cousin, she's the second from last daughter of my oldest aunt- Victoria. We're going to have a weekend in Glasgow, all the family; this is going to be brilliant!" Draco tired to smile valiantly at these words and I could pretty much see what was going on in his head- he probably thinks that he's about to have a weekend from hell, with tons and tons of Eva look-alikes… And he would be right… Poor boy.
"So, you'll be going then" He asked tentatively,
"No, we are going. If you think for one second that I'm going to leave you home, you've got another thing coming, my friend! They're all dying to meet you!" I informed him in a no-nonsense voice, knowing full well that he'd do anything to try and worm his way out of this,
"Oh, ok… Sure. When is it?" I blinked at him a couple of times, briefly wondering if he inhaled too much dog shampoo. Hell, I was ready to set Eva on him…
"Hmm, on the weekend of the 20th." I answered after consulting the card. Wait a second, the 20th of July? That's in a week and a half! For the love of Merlin, Gemma McNeill! Can't you do anything properly? I'm not even sure I can get three days off in such a short notice…
As it turned out, the heads of my new Quidditch team must have felt really guilty about running me to the ground for the last month because they gave me the three days leave with no problems at all. And now our main problem was what to do with Sam. I told Draco that we couldn't take him with us, since Clara- my grandmother would surely kill us all for bringing a filthy animal into her home (as you can guess, my gran is not the most pet tolerant person in the world…), eventually Michael agreed to keep an eye on Sam for the weekend and Draco and I were free to go to Glasgow.
The initial plan was to take the train to Glasgow and then have Eva pick us up to bring us to Hamish and Clara's house where we were to spend the weekend. Magical travelling was out of the question- not only did I hate floo more than anything else under the sky but also my entire family was muggle to the bone and would probably not receive well the idea of me and Draco popping out of nowhere or mutilating their fireplaces. The main hitch with my perfect train plan was Eva, naturally, who from some reason decided to leave London about the same we did rather than a couple of hours prior and thus forcing us to flag down a cab to take us to the house of Wood.
I knew that Draco was nervous, about meeting and spending a whole weekend with people he didn't know and wasn't sure how they'll accept him. I had already told him that they'll love him, just like Eva did but right now, climbing the stairs to the door of Hamish and Clara's little kingdom, I could see he was practically frantic. I slipped my hand into his and he squeezed it in thanks, squaring his shoulders and raising his chin- Merlin I love this guy!
The door opened to reveal the matriarch of our little clan, my grandmother Clara. She looked majestic and commanding, but when her eyes landed on me her face split in a huge grin and she grabbed me with a force that no 75 years old woman should posses.
"Ollie, my favourite grandchild!" Don't be fooled, she tells that to all my cousins…
"Hey, Clara, how are you?" I asked, slightly flushed and gasping for breath. The woman is like a pair of crab claws trying to crush a snail's shell!
"Brilliant, you know how I love when the whole family is together." I sure do, she loves bossing us around! "Who's this lovely boy?" She asked spotting Draco who gulped a little nervously,
"Clara, this is Draco, my boyfriend." I exclaimed happily. Gods, I'm going to have so much fun going around this weekend telling everyone Draco was my boyfriend!
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Wood." Draco said with his best formal voice, looking every bit the man raised in a rich aristocratic home, too bad he's dealing with rough and rustic Scots here.
"Oh, pfft, call me Clara. Mrs. Wood is my mother in low." Was her mother in law… "Come in, come in, you probably want to put your things in your rooms?" She led us through the door and into the parlour. While leading us upstairs I kept Draco's hand in my own, I know Clara too well and I know that officially we were to spend the weekend in different rooms. Not that I minded much, after all, what Clara and Hamish don't know won't hurt them.
"Ollie, you'll take Vicky's old room, she and Rufus are going to stay in a small inn not far from here, they've rented the whole place, for them and John's family. So the ones who stay here are Angus and his lot, Tristan and Eva." Clara was explaining, dropping her children's names casually. I knew I'd have to bring Draco up to speed with the names and connections as he would soon meet them all. "Draco, dear, you would be staying in John's old room. It's right next to where Oliver would be staying," Oh, how thoughtful of you Clara!
Clara led us to the second floor landing, leading the way towards the bedrooms and Draco gave me a pleading side-glance. Unfortunately I couldn't do anything about it; years of being a Wood family member taught me never to question Clara's tyranny. I dropped my things in my eldest aunt's room and went back to see how Draco is doing. Lucky for him Clara already drifted away to hassle someone else.
"You ok, lovely?" I asked as I wrapped Draco securely in my arms. He leaned against me and sighed, like a little deflated balloon. My poor baby, this weekend is going to be so hard on him…
"Do you think Sam is alright? Maybe I should call Michael." He mused to himself, and I rolled my eyes,
"Sam's fine! Would you stop fussing about the mutt?"
"But what if he gets lonely and misses me too much…" I nuzzled Draco's neck and tried to reassure him, it's not that I don't care about Sam, he's the best dog anyone could want but it's moments like these that makes me wonder if Draco isn't yearning for something more than a dog. Too bad two wizards can't reproduce together. Not that I want a baby, believe me I don't- I'd probably drop the little bugger within two seconds of its birth but I have a feeling that lately Draco, how shall I put delicately, isn't too averse to the idea…
"Hey, that's not fair, how did you manage to score a room for the both of you?" I smiled slightly into Draco's neck, before turning to greet my mother,
"We didn't. I'm staying in Uncle John's room." I told Eva who looked relieved. It wasn't fair really, Clara's rule about no shacking up together unless married, but she never strayed from it.
"Draco, sweety, how are you?" Ok, does anyone else think its wrong that my own mother, the woman who bore me for nine month (and three weeks, I was in no hurry…) would launch herself and hug my boyfriend as if there was no tomorrow, while I, her doting son stood aside, hug-less? Yeah, didn't think so either! I coughed with as much wounded dignity I could muster so that Eva would give me a hug too. This of course caused her far too much amusement. I really think that she's compensating, I mean she could never fuss over my boyfriend before (since I didn't have too many of them and she simply couldn't stand Peter…), so she's giving all her motherly love to Draco. She probably feels somewhat responsible for the fact Draco's mother doesn't love him anymore. Whatever reason, the result is the same- my mother loves my boyfriend more than she loves me.
Don't get me wrong, most of the time I'm all for Draco being her favourite, since it gets me out of tedious shopping and boring plays she insists on dragging him to, but I still like to be the first one to be hugged!
"Hello Ollie love, missed me much?" I gave her a sneer and pointedly turned my head to let her know how I felt. Too bad she didn't feel an iota of guilt even with my fabulous impression of a wounded puppy (I learned that one from Sam; you'd be amazed how much sex puppy dog eyes can get you…).
From that moment on the weekend was quite a blur to me, I was trying to juggle between trying to keep Draco up to speed with all the family ties and sneaking into his room without Clara finding out… because I know my grandmother and she's more than capable to find out these things. It's like she's got some sort of radar to detect inappropriate behaviour under her roof. Of course shacking up under Clara and Hamish's roof did nothing good to mine or Draco's libido but even after just a month and a half I became completely addicted to sleeping with him in my arms, gods I have no idea what I'm going to do when the season begins and I'd have to be on away games. It's been quite a hassle, having to get up at the crack of dawn and sneak back into my room, but it was worth every second…
When Sunday finally dawned clear and warm, both Draco and I were more than ready to go back home, and I bet Eva did too… Don't get me wrong, I love my family and I love spending time with them, and having family weekends was always one of my favourite things, especially when we were children. But this time I was not alone- if I thought I'd have to look after Draco every second of the day to make sure he wasn't feeling left out and alone I had another thing coming… Eva, my dear and traitorous mother took him under her wing and by the time Sunday rolled in my entire family was ready to adopt Draco and drop me.
The wedding itself was scheduled to be around noon, followed by a big lunch and reception to allow people time to return to their homes early when all is over. Scotsmen or no, at the moment the only ones living on Scottish soil were me and my grandparents.
After a very leisurely breakfast that lasted almost until eleven a.m. it was time to go upstairs and get ready for the big shindig. I knew that Draco would be especially pleased to see that I'm wearing my kilt, but then again, he's going to discover soon that we all do. I was just adjusting my black bow tie when I heard a soft intake of breathe behind me; I smiled smugly into the mirror before turning to my smitten boyfriend.
"You like?" Draco, eyes firmly fixed on the little sporran on the front of my kilt (ok, we all know what his eyes were really fixed on, but this is a family home!) and he strode towards me, in an almost kittenish manner and blimy, ancestral home or not, those looks were getting to me!
"Oh, I like plenty…" He purred as he reached me and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a soft and passion filled kiss. We snogged for a while when I felt the little brat's hands slinking their way under my kilt. Not that I minded one bit, of course… when Draco's fingers encountered the underwear I had on he stopped, and gave me a confused look, "I thought you said real Scotsmen don't wear anything under the klit." I closed my eyes in pain, oh good gods, if he'll say klit in front of Hamish I don't know what I'd do (probably die of asphyxiation due to over laughing, but it's going to be very uncomfortable),
"Kilt Draco, we were a kilt, girls wear a clit." I told him firmly and he muttered 'kilt' under his breath a couple of times, face screwed up in concentration. He was so damn cute like that; I didn't really care if he called it klit… "As for wearing nothing underneath, need I remind you that it's rather windy outside? Are you sure you want my entire family to see my bits and pieces?"
"Of course not, I'm the only one who gets to see your bits and pieces! But I like your spunk." I smirked at him, knowing he'd appreciate the effort. After all a thong is practically wearing nothing under the kilt, right? Draco's hands were kneading my bare arse cheeks while his mouth was busy with mine, and by gods I hoped no one would walk in on us,
"My, my, what a lovely sight… Young love; it just fills your heart, doesn't it?" How did I ever wrong you gods? I slowly detached myself from Draco and turned to the door, fixing my kilt and smiling broadly.
"Uncle Tris, it's about time you showed your ugly face round here, Eva's been going mental!" I exclaimed as I went to hug my favourite Uncle. It's not just the fact that my dear uncle Tristan is as big a fag as I am, it's mostly because he's the most laid back one out of Clara and Hamish's litter and the best uncle anyone could wish for. The only problem is- he lives in the States, which means I only get to see him if someone gets married… but I think it's way cool that he's been living in a bohemian little flat in the New-York village with his lover of the last two decades- David.
"How are you doing squirt, I see you have brought the infamous blond imp your dear mother can't stop talking about." From the corner of my eye I could see Draco blushing to his toes. Poor guy, he's still not over that time Eva walked in on us giving each other a hand-job…
"Yes, this is Draco, Draco, lovely, this is my uncle Tristan, and that's David- his lover." I said as I caught sight of said man standing in the doorway and went to give him a hug. I like David, he's a bit boring, yeah, but he's good for Tristan so I can stand for a little mind numbing conversation with him. I suppose it's not entirely David's fault, after all, how many accountants do you know that can carry on a conversation that isn't based on numbers?
"Tristan! You horrible, horrible man!" All four of us turned to see Eva strutting into the room, ready to charge like a royal battleship. She reached Tristan and for a second I wasn't sure if she'd hit him or hug him… "How could you have left me here all by myself for so long? I'm on the verge of going insane here!" Personally I think that Eva is more on the verge of going alcoholic because in her case, the insane train has left the platform ages ago.
"Mum giving you a hard time?" Tristan asked as soon as Eva loosened her tight grip on him enough for him to breath.
"Not more than usual," Eva waived her hand in dismissal. "It's Vicky; she's driving me up the walls with her… Vickiness!" I know that Vickiness isn't a word but if you knew my aunt, you'd see what Eva meant. Aunt Vicky can drive you to do things you never thought were even possible. "And John!" Eva continued with her little rant, "That meddling little bugger!"
"Looks like you're having fun." Tristan was laughing at his sister's drama, and I bet he was very pleased with himself that he managed to dodge most of the weekend.
"Ha! Believe me; if it wasn't for my boys here I'd be back in London two days ago!" Well, isn't it sweet, she remembered to include me in… Tristan wrapped his arm securely around Eva's shoulder and raised his chin,
"Well, worry no more my fair sister, for your valiant brother is here to rescue you from the evil clutches of the Victorian monster." He declared in a pompous voice, and Eva clasped her hands in mock-joy. "Oh, shoot! We better go and get ready before Clara stomps in and demand we change in front of her. We'll see you guys downstairs." With that my valiant uncle collected his boring lover and they disappeared down the hall.
Once the influence of Tristan was gone, Eva finally took the time to look at Draco and me. While I was in my usual black-tie-kilt ensemble Draco was dressed to boot in a muggle designer suit. It was actually one of the last things he bought for himself right before his parents sent him to the gutters and he looks smashing in it.
"You two look so beautiful…" Eva was simpering, nearly in tears, and I just wanted to roll my eyes at her, "Ollie, you handsome little devil, come here and give your old mother a kiss." Before I could even think of protesting her uncalled for mothering she had me in her clamp and there wasn't really much I could do other than endure her kisses. After she was fed up with me she made a move to assault Draco, but my clever little boyfriend found the perfect way to stop her,
"Eva, how come you don't have a klit like Ollie does?" The look on Eva's face could only be described as precious. I could practically see the little cogs and wheels turning in her head, trying to come up with the best punch line for this, because really- it was just too good.
"Oliver, is there something I need to know?"
"Only that my boyfriend is illiterate and he means Kilt." I answered with a smile, and Eva's face dissolved into a hearty grin,
"Oh, good. For a moment there I was worried that the lad had an unfortunate effect on you…" She said with a small wink to Draco who once again was impersonating a tomato. "As for your question darling, women don't wear kilts. Scottish people believe that the woman is the one wearing the trousers." Oh, good gods, here we go again.
"Actually Scotsmen started wearing kilts to vex the Englishmen." I explained Draco, before Eva could get him to believe her nonsense.
"And by the look on your adorable Englishman's face, I'd say it worked. Come on, boys, let's go downstairs." Eva linked her arms with both Draco and mine elbows and together we made our way out to the foyer.
Luckily Draco has been too shocked by all the family looking so, well, Scottish that he refrained from saying anything about our kilts, which I suppose was a good thing, because I do like my grandfather and I have a feeling that Hamish would pop a vein if he heard Draco say Klit...
I guided Draco to our seats in the church, keeping a tight hold on his elbow and trying to mentally stop him from gaping at the scenery. I know it's his first time in church and all but for the love of Merlin boy pull yourself together! It's not as if this church is anything special, it's hardly the Notre-Dame after all. We were sitting on the bench, and by gully I forgot how uncomfortable these things were, next to Eva and Tristan and David. We had the queer bench I suppose.
My aunt Victoria looked like the mother queen herself and my uncle Rufus looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Noah's parents looked mostly astonished, I guess the scottiness was having it affect on them as well. The rest of the family looking slightly bored, more than ready to have the action start and be done with, we don't like to be kept waiting for long periods of time, it makes us do strange things…
The ceremony itself was simple and beautiful, lots of tears all around (mostly Aunt Vicky, of course and Eva nearly got her eyes stuck upward from rolling them so much…), the groomsman was way too handsome for a straight guy and Gemma could light up a room with her smile. All in all I'd say it was a smashing success. And now it was time for booze!
"You know, you wore that lovely thong, just for me and I don't even know what it looks like…" Draco mused drunkenly in my ear, and I shivered from his touch. Damn it's been the longest three days of my life…
"It's black and made of leather." I said off-handed and took another sip from my champagne flute, feeling particularly pleased with myself. Come to think about it, the entire family is here, so that means the house is empty, meaning my room is free for usage. I'm tattering on the fine line between tipsy and flat out drunk which should be enough to take care of most of my inhibitions regarding to the choice of room and by the looks of it Draco was horny enough to take care of the rest of them… All it takes is a little word to Eva and we can be on our marry way- apparition never looked better!
"So, lovely, you want to see it?"
A/N: If you thought Draco was a chatterbox…
Eva has three older brothers and one older sister, the order goes as follows- Victoria, John, Angus, Tristan and Eva. All her siblings (minus Tristan) have children and some grandchildren as well, but I speared you from having to drown in the Wood family tree. If you want you can ask Draco, I'm sure he'd be able to spout all the family ties in his sleep by now…
I'm really sorry it took me so long, but it's been the holiday season here and I have been going around visiting friends all over the place and didn't have much time to get to a comp.