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warnings: boy x boy love
Chapter 4
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Draco woke to a warmth pressed against him, it was so foreign. He unconciously reached out and scratched the black dog behind its ears, smiling a little. "Your'e worse than your godson." Padfoot cocked his head to the side, teeth baring. "Both of you just worm your way into someones bed." He winked, propping himself against the headboard.
Padfoot transformed into Sirius, a completely bewildered expression accompanying his already hilariously scuffed apperance. "What?!"
"I'm kidding Black," Draco snorted, reaching for the vial that contained his healing potion. "You could never get that lucky and if you couldn't, you can damn well bet that Potter couldn't." His face twisted into revulsion as the putrid ranking liquid poured into his mouth. "I wish Severus could think of some taste to add."
Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you might have corrupted Harry there for a minute." Draco scowled irritably. "Hungry?" Sirius asked, tying an apron that said, 'Kiss the Cook.' No doubt Albus had discovered the joys of Muggle quotes.
"You know how to cook?" Draco voice's dripped with sarcasm.
The Animagus stuck his tongue out childishly, spinning on his heel and tromping to the miniature kitchen in a corner of the cabin. "As a matter of fact, I was a master chef when I was a student and after I graduated before..." He abruptly cut himself off, not wanting to sink into that depression again. "Anyway, stop being a little smart ass and I'll make some breakfast."
Draco grunted. The blonde gazed at Sirius's slender from, though still underwieght from all those years of living in Azkaban, he reminded Draco of those pictures he'd seen of models in a Muggle magazine Pomfrey had in the Infirmary for the Mudbloods and muggle borns. Draco winced, his body stinging from the cuts. He needed to bathe. Draco glanced in the direction of the bathroom; the only place in the cabin that was seperated from public view. Now, just how was he supposed to get there? He slid from the bed without mishap. However, the getting onto the floor wasn't as smoothe.
The second his left foot touched the cold stone, the sensation shot through him, earning a stifled cry. Just as he fell to the floor, arms supported him. Draco turned pain lanced silver orbs to Sirius. "I thought you were told not to get up!"
"I want to take a bath," Draco retorted, sneering. "Some of us like to smell nice."
"You are such a brat!" Sirius hissed, holding Draco closer.
"Oh so are you going to give me a bath?"
"Yes, I am." Draco sucked in a breath, frowning. "You're the one who's bitching about your scent so, if you want smell all flowery and dainty, I'm giving you the bath." Sirius led Draco into the tiny bathroom, setting him against the sink. Nimble fingers darted to a buttoned pajama top. Albaster, soft skin peeped from the satin material. Sirius raised a brow. The boy definitely took after his father; Lucius Malfoy had been number one on many of Hogwart's 'to do' list.
Draco shivered but not from the chill but from the warm fingertips carressing his flesh. How long had it been since he was touched in any other way but forceful? Never? Sirius removed the shirt, tossing it aside, silently appraising him. Just as those tender digits reached to yank Draco's pants down, Draco put a hand on Sirius's. His eyes were pleading. Sirius mentally cursed himself for being so inconsiderate. "I'll just, run the water..."
Draco swallowed the panic. Sirius would see the scars. He had little choice now but to see how Sirius would react. Unashamed of his nakedness, Draco said, "Is it done?" Sirius nodded, turning around. His eyes went insanely round. Red scars crisscrossed Draco's hips, angry slices marred the inside of his thighs, a few bruises accompanied the slash marks.
"Oh Merlin," Sirius whispered, helping Draco to the tub. Oh yes, things were much worse than Sirius had discerned. Draco refused to meet Sirius's gaze, instead he kept it focused on a cluster of bubbles at his feet. Sirius squirted a dollop of lilac bodywash into a washcloth, lathering. How could those bastards of hurt Draco so terribly? Sirius scrubbed at Draco's shoulders gently, advoiding some of the fresh scarring. He had to feed his curiosity: now. "How many?" he rasped, not able to trust his voice.
"I dont know," Draco said honestly. "I lost count."
"Why did they do that?"
Draco shrugged. "I suppose because I was a pretty face they wanted to break. Got their wish, huh?" Draco's tone went bitter.
Sirius shook his head, trailing the left arm. The Dark Mark was visible; ebony and lined in fury red. There were things he would have to learn about Draco; he wasn't the person he'd been made out to be. He was dealing with the same demons as Sirius.
"I can finish myself, Black. I smell the food burning." Sirius sighed, rushing to the kitchen. Draco seethed as the water stung the deep cuts on his thighs. Sometimes, he wanted to die. The first time he'd gotten the Dark Mark, he nearly had sunk a blade into his wrist but Albus had caught him at it. Now, he wanted the same oblivion. Draco peered out the open door to see Sirius's back to him. Could he really do that to Sirius? His life was being saved because of Sirius. No, he would not kill himself. Draco could not get to his feet by himself. "Black!"
Sirius smiled delicately, wrapping a towel around the slim waist. "Do you want back in your pajamas?" Draco rolled his eyes, not offering a response. Sirius took that as cue to do as he suggested. "Its warmer out there." He led Draco to the fireplace, tenderly swiping the droplets of water aside. He grabbed the boy's pajamas and helped Draco slip into them.
Draco wearily slumped onto the bed, curling into a ball and watching Sirius as he returned to the kitchen. His heart ached oddly. Why? He sighed, waiting for whatever sustenance Sirius was making.
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warnings: boy x boy love
Chapter 4
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Draco woke to a warmth pressed against him, it was so foreign. He unconciously reached out and scratched the black dog behind its ears, smiling a little. "Your'e worse than your godson." Padfoot cocked his head to the side, teeth baring. "Both of you just worm your way into someones bed." He winked, propping himself against the headboard.
Padfoot transformed into Sirius, a completely bewildered expression accompanying his already hilariously scuffed apperance. "What?!"
"I'm kidding Black," Draco snorted, reaching for the vial that contained his healing potion. "You could never get that lucky and if you couldn't, you can damn well bet that Potter couldn't." His face twisted into revulsion as the putrid ranking liquid poured into his mouth. "I wish Severus could think of some taste to add."
Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you might have corrupted Harry there for a minute." Draco scowled irritably. "Hungry?" Sirius asked, tying an apron that said, 'Kiss the Cook.' No doubt Albus had discovered the joys of Muggle quotes.
"You know how to cook?" Draco voice's dripped with sarcasm.
The Animagus stuck his tongue out childishly, spinning on his heel and tromping to the miniature kitchen in a corner of the cabin. "As a matter of fact, I was a master chef when I was a student and after I graduated before..." He abruptly cut himself off, not wanting to sink into that depression again. "Anyway, stop being a little smart ass and I'll make some breakfast."
Draco grunted. The blonde gazed at Sirius's slender from, though still underwieght from all those years of living in Azkaban, he reminded Draco of those pictures he'd seen of models in a Muggle magazine Pomfrey had in the Infirmary for the Mudbloods and muggle borns. Draco winced, his body stinging from the cuts. He needed to bathe. Draco glanced in the direction of the bathroom; the only place in the cabin that was seperated from public view. Now, just how was he supposed to get there? He slid from the bed without mishap. However, the getting onto the floor wasn't as smoothe.
The second his left foot touched the cold stone, the sensation shot through him, earning a stifled cry. Just as he fell to the floor, arms supported him. Draco turned pain lanced silver orbs to Sirius. "I thought you were told not to get up!"
"I want to take a bath," Draco retorted, sneering. "Some of us like to smell nice."
"You are such a brat!" Sirius hissed, holding Draco closer.
"Oh so are you going to give me a bath?"
"Yes, I am." Draco sucked in a breath, frowning. "You're the one who's bitching about your scent so, if you want smell all flowery and dainty, I'm giving you the bath." Sirius led Draco into the tiny bathroom, setting him against the sink. Nimble fingers darted to a buttoned pajama top. Albaster, soft skin peeped from the satin material. Sirius raised a brow. The boy definitely took after his father; Lucius Malfoy had been number one on many of Hogwart's 'to do' list.
Draco shivered but not from the chill but from the warm fingertips carressing his flesh. How long had it been since he was touched in any other way but forceful? Never? Sirius removed the shirt, tossing it aside, silently appraising him. Just as those tender digits reached to yank Draco's pants down, Draco put a hand on Sirius's. His eyes were pleading. Sirius mentally cursed himself for being so inconsiderate. "I'll just, run the water..."
Draco swallowed the panic. Sirius would see the scars. He had little choice now but to see how Sirius would react. Unashamed of his nakedness, Draco said, "Is it done?" Sirius nodded, turning around. His eyes went insanely round. Red scars crisscrossed Draco's hips, angry slices marred the inside of his thighs, a few bruises accompanied the slash marks.
"Oh Merlin," Sirius whispered, helping Draco to the tub. Oh yes, things were much worse than Sirius had discerned. Draco refused to meet Sirius's gaze, instead he kept it focused on a cluster of bubbles at his feet. Sirius squirted a dollop of lilac bodywash into a washcloth, lathering. How could those bastards of hurt Draco so terribly? Sirius scrubbed at Draco's shoulders gently, advoiding some of the fresh scarring. He had to feed his curiosity: now. "How many?" he rasped, not able to trust his voice.
"I dont know," Draco said honestly. "I lost count."
"Why did they do that?"
Draco shrugged. "I suppose because I was a pretty face they wanted to break. Got their wish, huh?" Draco's tone went bitter.
Sirius shook his head, trailing the left arm. The Dark Mark was visible; ebony and lined in fury red. There were things he would have to learn about Draco; he wasn't the person he'd been made out to be. He was dealing with the same demons as Sirius.
"I can finish myself, Black. I smell the food burning." Sirius sighed, rushing to the kitchen. Draco seethed as the water stung the deep cuts on his thighs. Sometimes, he wanted to die. The first time he'd gotten the Dark Mark, he nearly had sunk a blade into his wrist but Albus had caught him at it. Now, he wanted the same oblivion. Draco peered out the open door to see Sirius's back to him. Could he really do that to Sirius? His life was being saved because of Sirius. No, he would not kill himself. Draco could not get to his feet by himself. "Black!"
Sirius smiled delicately, wrapping a towel around the slim waist. "Do you want back in your pajamas?" Draco rolled his eyes, not offering a response. Sirius took that as cue to do as he suggested. "Its warmer out there." He led Draco to the fireplace, tenderly swiping the droplets of water aside. He grabbed the boy's pajamas and helped Draco slip into them.
Draco wearily slumped onto the bed, curling into a ball and watching Sirius as he returned to the kitchen. His heart ached oddly. Why? He sighed, waiting for whatever sustenance Sirius was making.
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