Chapter6 Bored Pigeon in the Hole
When Draco Malfoy stepped out of the still steaming bathroom again, the Gryffindor Golden Boy was nowhere to be found. He looked around discreetly, let out a soft whisper, 'Potter?'. Then he suddenly got a little panicked when he realised nobody was in the house but him.
'Potter?' He walked around, terrified. Unfortunately, his ten-inch-hawthorn-wand was taken away by the Aurors when they arrested him, however with no wand at hand, he could hardly defend himself. Being brought up in a pureblood ancient wizarding family, it wasn't like that he could do a good job in body fighting. 'Potter? Hello, anybody in?' He found a nearest vase on the desk. He emptied the calla inside, holding the long porcelain high by both hands with full strength. 'Hello? Is…is this some shitty joke? Well, it's not funny. ' That was a very gross and original muggle way to do self-defending, but he really got no option. He was scared.
He finally managed to get out of the room that Potter showed him an hour ago, which was supposed to be his bedroom. There was nobody in either the corridor or the dining room or the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a stood and sat against the marble kitchen island. He didn't dare to explore the rest rooms, but only the three rooms that the mysterious Gryffindor had showed him.
He rested on his arms and listened to the horrified tik tak sound of the timepiece, feeling extremely bored. He just couldn't get it, why Potter has to fill this old Black fortune with muggle stuff which he didn't know how to deal with and even hadn't heard of.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle. The blond boy was horribly shocked when he heard this weird sound, before he could go and check where this potion-boiling noise came from, a loud whistle nearly frightened his guts out. 'What the hell!' He couldn't be quick enough to avoid the boiling hot water pouring out from the kettle and sprayed all over his hand. 'O~~~~~ouch! ' he quickly pushed the edge of the table and fell over on the ground with a bang. The stood was bumped by accident from its original place and now pinned his shoulder. 'Oh…ouch…' He weakly started the moan.
His hands were now scalded by the hot water, horribly pinky in colour, feeling terribly burnt with even the slightest move. He wanted to cry out a bit but instead, he managed to distract himself from the pain by cursing the innocent brunette. 'Idiot Scar-Head, Bastard Muggle-Lover! I will most definitely hex your balls off for leaving these f**king freaky craps all around if you dare to show up in front of me right now!' His eyes turned slightly red, blinking with tear. He had never been physically harmed like this before. He would absolutely jinx Potter to next year for this!
His injured hands felt almost numb and his eyes seemed sleepy. It was half past eleven already, finally he fell asleep against the kitchen table with all lights on, failed to notice a note on the edge of the table, read, 'Malfoy, go to bed directly after the bath. I'm called by the Mystery to attend an urgent late night meeting. Guess I have to work overtime tonight. Good night and sleep tight. –HP'
When Potter came back again, it was already three o'clock on the next morning. He was surprised to see the blond sleeping in the kitchen and mistakenly believed that the blond boy was waiting for him. He let out a big warm smile then quickly frowned to the look of the blonde's swollen hands. 'Blimey.' He whispered.
'Accio ice.', several ices came out from the frizzier. Potter silently held the blonde's hands in his hand, gently used the ice to brush the burnt. 'Episkey' the wounds began to heal although not fully cured. 'Accio Elixir Potion' he opened the jar, and applied the potion to the wound. 'and the last, Ferula.' the fine bondages wrapped the long slim hands nicely. 'Good, let's see. You can't sleep in the kitchen for the whole night, Mobilicorpus.' He waved wand with the spell, then Malfoy's unconscious sleeping body left the stood and floated in the air. He opened the door and settled the blonde on the bed under the sheets. 'Well, good night.'
Malfoy woke up in the late morning of the next day. He curled up in the soft bed linens before he suddenly realised that something was different. 'When did I go to bed?' he raised a hand to rub the temple, shocked by the touch of soft cotton and the smell of familiar healing potion.
'Morning, Blondie. Slept well?' Potter raised a huge grin at the sight of the renewed blonde. 'Breakfast?'
The blond simply nodded and swarmed up to one of the stood. He knew he should say something, anything to appreciate Potter's help. The Gryffindor Golden Boy healed his wound, moved him back to his bed and now providing breakfast for him. But he also noticed that it would be very un-Malfoyish to do so, despite the fact that this scald was entirely caused by Potter's fault.
'Ah, thank you for waiting for me yesterday, I was really flattered. However, truly, there was no need to burnt yourself.' said the brunette.
'Oh, you wish, potty. Who said I was waiting, huh?' His anger was lit up. 'Besides, it was your entire fault. I was attacked by one of your crappy muggle staff, you f**king muggle-lover.' He frowned, silver grey eyes were darkened.
'Huh? Oh my, Merlin, don't blame my innocent kettle for your careless mistake, please. It's a good boy, doing its own job and providing the nice hot drinking water to make you a cup of tea.' He was amused by the pureblood's description of attack. 'and also, it's as dead as a corpse, it doesn't move at all. '
'Liar! It screamed and sprayed water yesterday. The bloody muggle water bottle A-T-T-A-C-K-E-D me. Got it? ' Malfoy protested.
'Okay, all right. My fault, satisfied? Your royal arse. Come on, let me check your hands. ' he removed the bondages and pleased to see the newly recovered smooth skin. 'Good, it seemed like I succeeded to cure it without leaving a single scar, Princess Snow White. ' a spoon hit his forehead with a loud bang. 'Ouch, careful boy. Don't be so violent. Yesterday, the slipper and pillow and now the steel soup spoon, are you going to telly me tomorrow? '
'I don't know you meant by saying 'telie' , but I'll considerate.'
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Thank you very much for all the kind reviews~I realised that you friends were really eager to see what Draco's hiding and the reason behind that. Well, I'm sorry to say this, but you may have to wait. Please give it some time. This story is going to be long, so there are still a lot things going to happen before the secret reveals. C U NEXT TIME:D~~~