Remington couldn't help but notice that she was warm, comfortably warm, when she woke up. It was a feeling she was starting to get used to, even though it was one she'd only experienced about a dozen times. Waking up beside Draco was something she couldn't say she didn't enjoy.
Something she didn't enjoy, however, was the feeling of an elbow stuck under her ribs. When she grabbed his wrist and tried to move his arm up, though, his arms merely tightened around her and pulled her back against his body, eliciting an uncomfortable grunt from her.
"That wasn't a happy sound." Draco remarked, his voice coarse from sleep and very close to her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck.
"You're up?" She inquired.
"I'm not a particularly deep sleeper," He responded, "So when you were trying to hold my hand-"
"I wasn't trying to hold your hand, I was trying to move your arm so I didn't get a bruise from-"
"What have you ever cared about bruises?" He interrupted.
"Fair enough." She rolled onto her stomach and turned her head so she could see him. "But they don't feel particularly nice." She added, closing her eyes.
He brushed her hair to the side and leaned over to kiss the nape of her neck. "Be that as it may," He said, placing another kiss there. "I've never-" He cut off abruptly, drawing away from her.
Her eyes opened, focusing on his face. There was pain there. "Draco?" She pushed herself up to sit and saw that his right hand was clutching his left forearm. "The mark?" She whispered.
Draco practically jumped out of bed. He didn't leave Remington any time to admire his person before he'd pulled on some clothes and strode back to the bedside, a hand resting against the back of her head. "I'm very sorry, Rem. I have to go, and I need you to use the fireplace- go home by Floo. Do not leave the room."
"But the Floo is being monitored, you said so-" She began.
"Trust me Rem, no one is watching it now." He insisted, pressing his lips against her forehead and heading to the door at a brisk pace.
She watched him, "I love you, Draco." She said softly.
He looked back at her just before opening the door. "You too, Rem."
And she was left, naked and alone in Draco Malfoy's bedroom. Though, really, they could rent that space out as an apartment and charge a pretty hefty price for it, too.
She climbed out of the ridiculously large bed to begin the hunt for all of her clothes, peering around the room as she did.
It must have only been shortly after dawn, the light that came in from all of the windows still had a soft pink glow. The room looked even more impressive now than it did the previous night, and she momentarily contemplated how much trouble she'd be in if she stayed. Considering the urgency with which Draco left, a very, very large amount of trouble.
After she'd dressed herself, she stepped up to the impressive fireplace and took a handful of Floo powder from an ornamental pot on the ledge above it before stepping straight into the flames, tossing the powder to the ground.
"Alvers' residence."
Draco tried to pretend he couldn't decipher the look his father was giving him. "What's going on?"
Lucius completely ignored his son's inquiry. "Is the girl gone?"
"Remington." Draco reiterated for him. "Yes."
"It'd be best if you didn't name names right now, Draco." Lucius pressed, "Put up your guards now."
The first person to sweep into the drawing room with them was none other than Severus Snape, and he looked even more unhappy than usual.
"We have a few moments." Snape said, heading straight for Draco, "You believed they wouldn't notice someone travelling from the Malfoy Mannor via Floo?" He had gone to grab Draco's shoulder, but the blonde had stepped back to avoid his touch.
"I couldn't just leave her in my room." Draco argued.
"You shouldn't have let her stay the night at all!" He snapped. "You knew perfectly well you would be summoned soon-"
"Well I bloody apologize for wanting to see my fiancé during the two weeks out of that hellhole of a school you run." Draco shot back.
"Don't dare forget that you're speaking to your fiancé's legal guardian, Draco." Snape hissed. In one fluid movement, the man had given a sharp flick of his wand, casting a silencing spell on Draco, and pivoted to face the doors, which almost immediately opened to admit a slew of Death Eaters, and Luna Lovegood in tow. A couple of the Death Eaters looked particularly worse for wear, and Luna was sporting a black eye. Draco felt a sinking feeling in his gut.
"Take the girl downstairs, Narcissa." Lucius said softly. Draco's mother strode across the room and seized the young blonde's arm, leading her towards the door to the cellar. Usually she avoided being in the presence of these meetings anyway.
What followed may have been more bearable than many of the meetings Draco had attended. Usually, the Malfoys' ended up with the short end of the stick and received either mocking, or unwanted attention. Today, though, the Dark Lord's wrath seemed very singularly focused on the Death Eaters that Draco had noticed were already looking somewhat battered. From the way it sounded, Luna had managed to escape her captors. That was why she was not in the Manor immediately proceeding the train ride home. It'd taken them a couple days to catch her again, and those who had lost her were paying a heavy price.
The whole ordeal was rather short-lived, before the Dark Lord made himself scarce and the Death Eaters began to trickle off themselves.
Normally, that would have been a relief. The Malfoys were ignored for once. However, that wasn't entirely true. For Alecto Carrow had her eyes narrowed in on Draco through most of the encounter. And he knew exactly why. If Snape knew about Remington leaving Draco's room, he could damn well be sure Alecto knew as well.
And that was just as frightening as it was infuriating.
He'd hoped to leave the drawing room as quickly as possible to avoid any scrutiny from Snape, Alecto, or Bellatrix, but it seemed the world was dead set against him that day in particular.
"The Malfoys are just sinking lower and lower, hm?" It was the Carrow woman, and it was everything Draco had to not turn on her with his wand raised. Instead, he managed to face her coldly. "Shagging blood traitors?"
"Don't you dare say a word about my sex life in my own house." Draco forced out sharply, glaring with pure venom. "Who I deign to bring to bed isn't your concern."
Alecto said nothing, but looked very much like she'd gotten her point across. "I suppose your reputation is irreparably bruised already, anyhow." She remarked, turning to walk away, leaving Draco fuming.
Being how new he was to the ranks, he really shouldn't have spoken to her in such a way. He really didn't think he could achieve any greater level of civility towards the woman, however. Not after the things she'd done to Remington.
He hardly had time to recover from the run-in with Alecto before Bellatrix's hand had come down on his shoulder. Everyone seemed keen on reprimanding him today.
"I think we need to have a talk, Draco."
He may have had a spark to talk back to Alecto, but he knew better than to test Aunt Bella. He shifted to look at her as she watched the last couple Death Eaters file out of the drawing room and leave just the two of them and Lucius, who had his own eyes on Bellatrix.
"This affair with the Alvers girl needs to stop." She said, looking at him down her nose. "You're mudding up the family name and if this continues any longer-"
"Bellatrix." Lucius warned.
Her eyes flicked at him. "We can't risk your wet-behind-the-ears son impregnating a blood traitor!" She snapped back.
"Draco is not naïve, Bellatrix." Lucius shot back, not about to mention that the blood traitor would be a part of the family before long.
Draco felt not only irate that he was being spoken of as if he weren't there, but also mildly embarrassed to have pretty much everyone talking about him sleeping with Remington, including his father. And Remington's father figure.
This day was just getting better and goddamn better.
"He's fucking a confirmed blood traitor, Lucius! That's utter stupidity!" Bellatrix lashed out.
"This isn't a conversation for you to have with my son, Bellatrix!" Lucius returned, the anger apparent in his voice. "If anyone is going to tell Draco who he can and can't bed, it's going to be me, and not you!"
Seeming finally put out, Bellatrix stormed from the room. Draco looked at his father, at a loss for words. What do you say after that?
Lucius merely looked back at him for a moment before, "Last night better have been damn good." And he turned and left the drawing room without another word.