Disclaimer: Oh yes, of course they're mine. Just as the sun is made of ice
and money grows on trees. Miss Rowling? If you wish to sue please find
someone else, I can't even afford a lawyer let alone a settlement.
Warnings: DRACO BEING MUSHY???????? Not to worry folks, it's indirect, silent mushy, so that's okay.
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Fourteen. The Little Things.
Draco pretended not to notice that the right side of the wardrobe was now full of clothes again.
He just got out his own clothes, grabbed a towel from the bottom shelf and headed into the bathroom to have a shower.
Draco pretended not to notice that the bathroom basin suddenly had two toothbrushes, two different brands of after shave, two razors sitting next to each other and a contact lens case.
He just grabbed up his razor and hopped into the shower.
Draco pretended not to notice that there were two different shampoos on offer or that the shower hadn't been turned off properly by the last person to use it.
He just shaved, cleaned up and hopped out, still drying himself.
Draco pretended not to notice that a damp towel was already lying on the floor and that obviously someone had missed throwing it in to the hamper.
He just placed his own in the basket and dressed quickly.
Draco pretended not to notice that he had to sift through foreign papers on his desk to find the things that he needed for that day at Hogwarts.
He just located the right ones and packed them in his bag.
Draco pretended not to notice that someone had left the T.V. on even though he never watched it himself.
He just located the remote, switched it off, scratched Steel behind the ears, grabbed up his keys from the table and headed out the door.
Draco pretended not to notice that he spent the entire day either shifting from one foot to the other or fidgeting in his chair.
He just went through his lessons quietly and carefully.
Draco pretended not to notice that Snape smirked every time the blonde mentioned Harry, which meant the elder man smirked a lot.
He just babbled on until it was time for him to leave.
But he did find it hard to ignore that a complete and total stranger was sitting at his table when he got home.
"Er, hello?"
The brown haired stranger looked up. "Hi, Draco." Was said brightly and then he returned to the parchments he was reading.
"Not to be rude or anything, but who are you?"
The stranger looked up again, confused until understanding lit his face. "Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry, Draco, I wasn't paying attention. I completely forgot, er, that is I didn't remember, um, oh god." He leapt to his feet and offered his hand. "I'm Morgan. I'm the one you guys were unlucky to get landed with for Recruit Training."
"Hello. There's no need to apologise for saying the word 'forgot' I can deal with it quite well." Draco smiled slightly when Morgan blushed.
"Right. Um, well, I was just doing some theory. Harry said he had to go out for awhile, something important. But he made your dinner first." Morgan pointed to the kitchen. "It's still in the oven."
Draco smiled and nodded. "Thanks."
"Er, I guess he meant to be home before you, so he could, um, introduce us .... again."
"Yeah. So Harry and I are training you? Well I guess only Harry now, I'll need training myself soon."
Morgan laughed softly and nodded. "Yeah, I guess."
There was an awkward silence as Draco ate his meal and dumped the plate next to the sink. He hopped up on the counter and lit up a cigarette. "So, Morgan?" The other man looked up slowly. "What are you doing right now at work? Anything interesting?"
Morgan shook his head and sat back in his chair. "Nah, I have to do a lot of theory work, because you can't do anything practical without supervision. You, obviously have your own stuff going on and Harry's always off, doing something or other. It's even worse now, what with the murders starting up again and all."
Draco tensed his jaw. "Oh, so they have started again?"
Morgan's eyes widened in panic. "Um, oh, I really shouldn't have mentioned that. We're not suppose to bother you." He looked away, clenching his hands together. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Apparently I'm 21, so I should be able to handle it."
"Apparently?"
Draco smiled and exhaled a stream of smoke. "I'll have to be honest, I usually still consider myself to be 16." His smile got more mischievous. "That doesn't say much for Harry now does it?"
Morgan smiled back, though still a little panicked. "I'm glad you guys got back together. He was hell to be around until a few weeks ago."
"Really?" Draco jumped down and pulled up a chair. "Do tell me more."
Morgan laughed softly and blushed a little under Draco's gaze. "Um, he was all sulky and kept yelling at the slightest mistake that anyone made. He'd been that way since you, er, Mortel, was arrested."
"I'll bet, all that sexual frustration." Draco said, being only semi- serious. "I'm surprised he wasn't wandering around screaming 'Constant Vigilance' at everyone."
"Ah, yes. Mad Eye Moody. One of the most interesting teachers Hogwarts ever had. The fake one and the real one."
"Yeah. I remember thinking about half way through fifth year that I really missed the fake Moody." Draco tossed his cigarette into the sink where it went out with a hiss. "So, you went to Hogwarts?"
Morgan nodded. "I was in Ravenclaw." He said stiffly.
Draco frowned, trying to picture the table, which wasn't too hard considering it had only been about three months since he could remember seeing it. "I don't remember you."
"I know." Morgan said, sounding quite bitter. "Er, I mean, you said that last time too."
"Well, you're what? Recruit Training isn't until your second year, so you must be around 19? That would have made you about 14 from what I *can* remember." Draco frowned but had to shake his head in the end. "Sorry, but I had other things on my mind at the time."
Morgan smiled bitterly. "Yeah. The war, Harry, you've said it all before, so don't worry about it." The younger man shifted uncomfortably.
The front door was heard to open and a few moments later Harry rushed in panting. "Sorry, sorry. I meant to be home in time to introduce you, but things are so busy."
Draco smiled and accepted the kiss he was offered. "That's okay. I was just getting to know Morgan, all over again."
"And as much as I hate to break it up, Morgan, sorry, but all the Recruits - In - Training have been ordered back to the Ministry. It looks like they *are* going to be doing some premature graduating."
Morgan packed all his things up in a few seconds, gave a nod to both and rushed out.
"Premature graduating?" Draco asked as Harry headed for the bedroom to get changed and he followed, grabbing up his bag.
"Yeah. The Ministry need everyone that they can get, out on the streets and looking for ... " Harry trailed off and bit his lip.
"Mortel, yeah got it. Morgan said the killings had started again."
Harry spun around looking furious. "That little bastard! I'll fucking kill him!"
"Whoa, Harry. Jesus. I can cope with it okay? You guys don't have to dance around me or anything. Well, *you* could if you wanted to, so long as it involved removing clothes." Draco smirked. "Yours, mine, both, I don't really mind."
Harry chuckled and went to say something but Draco cut him off. "But not tonight. You look like hell, Potter." He gently ruffled Harry's hair. "Have a shower and get some sleep, okay?"
Harry smiled gratefully, deposited his wand on his bed side table and disappeared into the bathroom. "I love how you do that too!" His voice shouted out over the noise of the shower.
"Do what?" Draco threw his bag across the room and on to the desk, causing it to crash loudly.
"Don't throw your bag at the desk, you could break your wand! I love how you can tell what kind of night it's going to be, you know, whether I'm too tired or not! Or too moody! And I love how you order me to get some sleep!"
Draco pulled off his shirt and tossed it through the open door to the bathroom. "Anyone with one eye that barely ever opened would see that you've been working too hard! You're going to run your self into the ground!" He shed his trousers, leaving them on the floor and hopped into bed.
The sound of the shower stopped and soon after, a naked Harry walked out and crawled into bed too. His hair was still a little damp when he hopped in though, which Draco had decided was a trait he hated. He couldn't explain it, he just didn't like Harry's hair to be wet in bed. Harry yawned and ran his hand through his hair. "Oh, sorry." Wand was retrieved and Harry dried his hair.
Draco pretended not to notice that Harry had done that even though he hadn't told him about the wet hair thing yet.
He just rolled to his side and looked out the window, feeling slightly restless. Harry curled up behind him, his breath blowing over Draco's neck. "Night, Ko." A soft kiss to his back.
"Goodnight."
Draco pretended not to notice that Harry hadn't spent a single night at Hermione and Ron's since three weeks ago when they had slept together for the first time after the whole possessed incident.
He just closed his eyes and smiled a little.
Draco pretended not to notice that he'd never felt better than in those three weeks.
He just drifted off to sleep, hoping for some nice dreams.
To Be Continued.
Warnings: DRACO BEING MUSHY???????? Not to worry folks, it's indirect, silent mushy, so that's okay.
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Fourteen. The Little Things.
Draco pretended not to notice that the right side of the wardrobe was now full of clothes again.
He just got out his own clothes, grabbed a towel from the bottom shelf and headed into the bathroom to have a shower.
Draco pretended not to notice that the bathroom basin suddenly had two toothbrushes, two different brands of after shave, two razors sitting next to each other and a contact lens case.
He just grabbed up his razor and hopped into the shower.
Draco pretended not to notice that there were two different shampoos on offer or that the shower hadn't been turned off properly by the last person to use it.
He just shaved, cleaned up and hopped out, still drying himself.
Draco pretended not to notice that a damp towel was already lying on the floor and that obviously someone had missed throwing it in to the hamper.
He just placed his own in the basket and dressed quickly.
Draco pretended not to notice that he had to sift through foreign papers on his desk to find the things that he needed for that day at Hogwarts.
He just located the right ones and packed them in his bag.
Draco pretended not to notice that someone had left the T.V. on even though he never watched it himself.
He just located the remote, switched it off, scratched Steel behind the ears, grabbed up his keys from the table and headed out the door.
Draco pretended not to notice that he spent the entire day either shifting from one foot to the other or fidgeting in his chair.
He just went through his lessons quietly and carefully.
Draco pretended not to notice that Snape smirked every time the blonde mentioned Harry, which meant the elder man smirked a lot.
He just babbled on until it was time for him to leave.
But he did find it hard to ignore that a complete and total stranger was sitting at his table when he got home.
"Er, hello?"
The brown haired stranger looked up. "Hi, Draco." Was said brightly and then he returned to the parchments he was reading.
"Not to be rude or anything, but who are you?"
The stranger looked up again, confused until understanding lit his face. "Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry, Draco, I wasn't paying attention. I completely forgot, er, that is I didn't remember, um, oh god." He leapt to his feet and offered his hand. "I'm Morgan. I'm the one you guys were unlucky to get landed with for Recruit Training."
"Hello. There's no need to apologise for saying the word 'forgot' I can deal with it quite well." Draco smiled slightly when Morgan blushed.
"Right. Um, well, I was just doing some theory. Harry said he had to go out for awhile, something important. But he made your dinner first." Morgan pointed to the kitchen. "It's still in the oven."
Draco smiled and nodded. "Thanks."
"Er, I guess he meant to be home before you, so he could, um, introduce us .... again."
"Yeah. So Harry and I are training you? Well I guess only Harry now, I'll need training myself soon."
Morgan laughed softly and nodded. "Yeah, I guess."
There was an awkward silence as Draco ate his meal and dumped the plate next to the sink. He hopped up on the counter and lit up a cigarette. "So, Morgan?" The other man looked up slowly. "What are you doing right now at work? Anything interesting?"
Morgan shook his head and sat back in his chair. "Nah, I have to do a lot of theory work, because you can't do anything practical without supervision. You, obviously have your own stuff going on and Harry's always off, doing something or other. It's even worse now, what with the murders starting up again and all."
Draco tensed his jaw. "Oh, so they have started again?"
Morgan's eyes widened in panic. "Um, oh, I really shouldn't have mentioned that. We're not suppose to bother you." He looked away, clenching his hands together. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Apparently I'm 21, so I should be able to handle it."
"Apparently?"
Draco smiled and exhaled a stream of smoke. "I'll have to be honest, I usually still consider myself to be 16." His smile got more mischievous. "That doesn't say much for Harry now does it?"
Morgan smiled back, though still a little panicked. "I'm glad you guys got back together. He was hell to be around until a few weeks ago."
"Really?" Draco jumped down and pulled up a chair. "Do tell me more."
Morgan laughed softly and blushed a little under Draco's gaze. "Um, he was all sulky and kept yelling at the slightest mistake that anyone made. He'd been that way since you, er, Mortel, was arrested."
"I'll bet, all that sexual frustration." Draco said, being only semi- serious. "I'm surprised he wasn't wandering around screaming 'Constant Vigilance' at everyone."
"Ah, yes. Mad Eye Moody. One of the most interesting teachers Hogwarts ever had. The fake one and the real one."
"Yeah. I remember thinking about half way through fifth year that I really missed the fake Moody." Draco tossed his cigarette into the sink where it went out with a hiss. "So, you went to Hogwarts?"
Morgan nodded. "I was in Ravenclaw." He said stiffly.
Draco frowned, trying to picture the table, which wasn't too hard considering it had only been about three months since he could remember seeing it. "I don't remember you."
"I know." Morgan said, sounding quite bitter. "Er, I mean, you said that last time too."
"Well, you're what? Recruit Training isn't until your second year, so you must be around 19? That would have made you about 14 from what I *can* remember." Draco frowned but had to shake his head in the end. "Sorry, but I had other things on my mind at the time."
Morgan smiled bitterly. "Yeah. The war, Harry, you've said it all before, so don't worry about it." The younger man shifted uncomfortably.
The front door was heard to open and a few moments later Harry rushed in panting. "Sorry, sorry. I meant to be home in time to introduce you, but things are so busy."
Draco smiled and accepted the kiss he was offered. "That's okay. I was just getting to know Morgan, all over again."
"And as much as I hate to break it up, Morgan, sorry, but all the Recruits - In - Training have been ordered back to the Ministry. It looks like they *are* going to be doing some premature graduating."
Morgan packed all his things up in a few seconds, gave a nod to both and rushed out.
"Premature graduating?" Draco asked as Harry headed for the bedroom to get changed and he followed, grabbing up his bag.
"Yeah. The Ministry need everyone that they can get, out on the streets and looking for ... " Harry trailed off and bit his lip.
"Mortel, yeah got it. Morgan said the killings had started again."
Harry spun around looking furious. "That little bastard! I'll fucking kill him!"
"Whoa, Harry. Jesus. I can cope with it okay? You guys don't have to dance around me or anything. Well, *you* could if you wanted to, so long as it involved removing clothes." Draco smirked. "Yours, mine, both, I don't really mind."
Harry chuckled and went to say something but Draco cut him off. "But not tonight. You look like hell, Potter." He gently ruffled Harry's hair. "Have a shower and get some sleep, okay?"
Harry smiled gratefully, deposited his wand on his bed side table and disappeared into the bathroom. "I love how you do that too!" His voice shouted out over the noise of the shower.
"Do what?" Draco threw his bag across the room and on to the desk, causing it to crash loudly.
"Don't throw your bag at the desk, you could break your wand! I love how you can tell what kind of night it's going to be, you know, whether I'm too tired or not! Or too moody! And I love how you order me to get some sleep!"
Draco pulled off his shirt and tossed it through the open door to the bathroom. "Anyone with one eye that barely ever opened would see that you've been working too hard! You're going to run your self into the ground!" He shed his trousers, leaving them on the floor and hopped into bed.
The sound of the shower stopped and soon after, a naked Harry walked out and crawled into bed too. His hair was still a little damp when he hopped in though, which Draco had decided was a trait he hated. He couldn't explain it, he just didn't like Harry's hair to be wet in bed. Harry yawned and ran his hand through his hair. "Oh, sorry." Wand was retrieved and Harry dried his hair.
Draco pretended not to notice that Harry had done that even though he hadn't told him about the wet hair thing yet.
He just rolled to his side and looked out the window, feeling slightly restless. Harry curled up behind him, his breath blowing over Draco's neck. "Night, Ko." A soft kiss to his back.
"Goodnight."
Draco pretended not to notice that Harry hadn't spent a single night at Hermione and Ron's since three weeks ago when they had slept together for the first time after the whole possessed incident.
He just closed his eyes and smiled a little.
Draco pretended not to notice that he'd never felt better than in those three weeks.
He just drifted off to sleep, hoping for some nice dreams.
To Be Continued.