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Blood & Nails.
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Part Eighteen. When Angels Cry.
"Draco?"
Draco looked up sullenly. Hermione, Ron and Morgan were all over for the night so the blonde had relegated himself to the bedroom. "What?"
"Would you like to come out? We're discussing the case."
"Need a reason to fall silent do you?"
"No, Ko, come on." Harry held his hand out and smiled. "No more sheltering, I promise."
Draco smiled and leapt off the bed. "Well, it's about god damn time." He gave Harry a quick kiss and wandered out to where everyone was sitting on the living room floor. "Evening all." He said brightly as he took his place next to Morgan and Harry sat down at his other side.
"Well, look who's not sulking and whining all of a sudden." Ron said and then ignored it when the blonde stuck his tongue out. "Okay, you can look at all the other files another time, right now we are focusing on these two."
Draco accepted the folders and opened them up, flipping straight to the photos. One held photos of an elderly woman, numbers scrawled on the wall. The second folder caused a low growl as he stared at the two small boys. He wasn't stupid so he didn't miss the connection. He didn't understand the words but that wasn't what was on his mind the most.
Hermione cleared her throat. "The numbers with Mrs Starler is a date. The date of when she died. We only found her a week ago. Um," Draco watched as she looked to Harry who gave a nod. "The date is the night you came home after being at Azkaban."
He nodded slowly. "Obviously, Mortel wasn't happy that I lived, all that trouble of leaving, and I lived because of it. Starler? Isn't that our neighbour?"
Harry sighed. "Well, she was."
Draco studied the photos of the boys closely. "They were both crying. They still look so scared, just the way their bodies are lying. Stiff, and I don't mean from the rigor mortis, like they were lying very still before they died." He frowned and bit his lip. "It almost looks familiar, like something I should know. The blood, it trickled down, lots of it did." He sat back and rested on the side of the couch. "Oh, I see it now. They were still alive when he cut them."
Hermione frowned. "Are you sure?"
Draco nodded. "Yeah, it's different when you cut someone when they're dead."
"How would you know?" Ron asked, looking wary.
"Hello, former Death Eater. I've tortured people before. Probably more than I can remember, technically. But, I did a couple before Mortel took over. Enough to know how blood acts."
Ron went slightly pale and looked down to his hands. "How lovely."
Draco shrugged. "It was either that or I died. Besides, I made sure it wasn't too bad. But I never killed anyone. I have cut people who were already dead, though."
Harry sat up straighter, something Draco didn't miss. "Yeah, well, we'll have people look into whether or not they were alive for it. This one was planned, and planned well. Some others seem to be random, like he just decides to do it."
"Like he needs it." Draco muttered, making everyone look to him. "Like a drug." He thought back to the whispers in his dreams. Go down for the blood. "This one was just for show. Look at it. Despite the words being cut in and everything it's not very, what's the word ...... brutal. Ever since the first murder they progressively got more vicious. But the two you have showed me, they seem more like he's trying to get our attention, not that it's what he suddenly needs."
"Are you saying that sometimes, he just gets a kick out of killing?" Morgan asked, leaning forward and not taking his eyes off the blonde. "And other times, he's just toying with us?"
"Pretty much."
"Draco had this same theory last time. Oh, wait, sorry, I probably should refer to it as Mortel, at least for this." Hermione was flicking through a large stack of papers that Draco assumed to be her musings on the subject. "Yes, here it is. Draco, er Mortel spoke of the murderer needing to kill to gain some sort of release." She handed it around but Draco didn't bother to read it.
"Do you keep notes on everything?"
She smiled softly. "Of course. I record every word that is said then transcribe them later. I find it useful to look over them."
"What kind of release?" Morgan asked as he read.
Ron snorted. "What does it matter what he said to us? I doubt very much that Mortel would tell us how to find him."
Draco looked over. "Why not? It all depends on how arrogant he is. And it'll probably only get worse." They all looked to him this time. "He got away with it. Hell, he nearly had me executed for it all, and if we're not careful, he'll get away with it again."
Hermione shook her head. "No, all Aurors are now issued with Spirit Trappers, if he tries to leave the body he's occupying, we can catch him."
"That's great, but what if he doesn't want to leave the body? Do you have something to take care of that?"
She looked away. "They're working on that possibility."
"How reassuring. Now, since I have returned to the world of controlling my own flesh, has anyone reported anyone being .... odd?"
"What do you mean? In case you weren't aware Draco, Mortel is good at emulating his host." Ron was writing his own report, or at least doodling.
"Yeah, but he has to go out for his happy hunting sessions sometime. No one has reported a change of sleeping habits with their friends or family? Surely that might raise some concern."
"Not that we know of." Harry shuffled over and rested his head on Draco's shoulder. "But that's a good point."
"Oh come on! You people have been hunting this prick down for the last three years, what have you been doing for all this time?" He shifted his arm to go around Harry's shoulders.
"Well, the sleeping thing is only a new angle. All the murders before, happened when you went for one of your walks."
Draco thought about that for a second before nodding. "That makes sense. Pretty good cover for him really, me going for those breaks. Makes me kind of mad at me."
"It wasn't your fault, Draco." Ron looked rather reluctant at saying it, but the redhead still gave a tight smile.
Draco let it pass without comment, but only because Harry whispered 'Please don't' in his ear. "And maybe you should make a list of all the people that were at Azkaban around the time when he left me. He had to go somewhere, and he might have wanted it to be quick." They all nodded quietly, making a note of it. "I'll need to read through the other reports, but I'd like to help. Even if it isn't my job anymore."
"You have every right to help if you want." Harry gave him a kiss on the cheek. "After all, the prick nearly got you killed. I just didn't want to interfere with your school stuff, or maybe even trigger memories of it all. I'm sorry." Draco nodded, accepting the apology and Harry brightened up. "Let's call it for the killer."
So everyone started to pack up for the night, wanting to talk of more cheerful things, with the time they had left.
"They look so sad." Morgan was flicking through the photos. He came to the two boys again. "So young." He put them back in the folder and took a sip of his drink.
"Yeah but let's leave it for now. No good dwelling on it every second or we'll burn out." Harry said around a yawn.
"Yeah. So, Draco, how everything going in your side of the world."
Draco smiled. "School sucks. The teachers, except for Snape, all tip toe around me and the students are terrified of me."
Morgan rolled his eyes. "My brother, who's in the sixth year, says you carry a knife around. I think you want them scared of you."
Harry gave Draco a reproachful look which was ignored. Hermione giggled and Ron took it rather well, giving his own smile.
"Well, maybe." Draco smirked. "You have to remember, the last time I went through school even most of Slytherin were terrified of me, what with the war on and my father and everything."
"Ron was stunned the day it was officially announced that Lucius had been a spy, helping the fight against Voldemort." Hermione stood up to get more drinks. "In fact, most of the world was. Why wasn't it announced the first time around?"
"There were a few reasons. Like how everyone thought that maybe Voldemort would return, because while the Dark Marks had faded greatly they weren't completely gone. And then there was the fact that Snape had already been revealed as a spy and Dumbledore didn't want the Ministry to know all the facts, again just in case. And the last reason was because there wasn't much physical evidence that would support it. Well, not enough for my father to avoid prison time that way, so they had to use the Imperios line instead."
"And that worked?"
Draco titled his head. "Well, no, not really, not on it's own anyhow. Ironic really, that my father while truly innocent had to admit guilt to certain Ministry officials and then bribe them in order to stay out of jail."
"Bribery? That's awful." Hermione handed out the new drinks.
"Yeah, but don't worry. When Lucius was cleared of all wrong doing, those officials were charged with corruption." Harry smiled at the surprised looking Draco.
"Were they? Well, that's good. I didn't know that. What else happened when Voldemort fell?"
Morgan perked up. "There was a huge party at Hogwarts for all the students. That was a great time. That was the night before the rest of the school found out you and Harry were together, so when you think back on it, the yelling match you had was quite funny. At one point you called Harry a fag and he just dissolved into laughter. It was confusing for us poor people who had no idea what was really going on between you two."
"Yelling match?"
Ron raised his drink high. "Yeah and it didn't end there. I was in such a good mood that it was over and that Harry survived, I decided to pour punch all over you as a prank. You played back and soon it resulted in an enormous food fight. Ah, those were the days. I miss school."
Draco let his eyes widen to their limit. "Dear god, Weasley, missing school? So much has changed since I've been away." He said playfully to which Ron stuck his tongue out.
"You know what I mean. School was fun, except for all that nasty studying stuff. It had friends, " He waved his glass at Harry, "Enemies, " This time, at Draco, "Lovers, " He leant over and kissed Hermione gently. "None of this serial killer crap or wandering around hunting down vampires and the like."
'Yeah, school was good." Morgan added. "I'm still getting used to all this stuff. I miss Hogwarts, life was simpler then. Noisy meals, exciting Quidditch matches, cute Quidditch players, lost books, hassling teachers, forgetting stuff."
Ron gave a mock frown. "I don't remember any cute Quidditch players. Well there was Angelina. She was hot."
Morgan blushed. "Er, yeah, I'm sure she was. I don't remember."
Harry snickered. "Don't mind him Ron, apparently he discovered very early on that he liked guys. What were you? About twelve?"
Morgan nodded and blushed harder. "Yeah, that is a little young but I don't know how it happened really. I was just chatting to this friend of mine, she was really pretty and I was thinking about asking her to sit with me at lunch, then this guy walked past. Suddenly my friend didn't seem so interesting any more."
"It was Harry, wasn't it?" Draco asked good-naturedly. "He was always attention grabbing."
Morgan shook his head slightly. "No, no, it wasn't." He wouldn't meet anyone's eyes.
Draco studied him for a second before letting it go. "I remember a few nice Quidditch players myself. There was this one, I guess." He punched Harry's arm lightly. "Oh, and then there was Wood, he was hot. Gorgeous accent."
Harry glared at his lover. "He's straight, so don't even think about it."
"Oh, don't get so touchy, it doesn't suit you. Flint was down right ugly, but he had his own sort of dark, twisted charm." Draco thought for a moment. "Diggory was fairly good looking."
Harry nodded slowly, thinking about Diggory for a second before moving on. "Flint? He had to be on of the ugliest people I've ever known. He looked part troll!"
"He *was* part troll, an eighth, or something." Draco answered smoothly. "But like I said, he had his own appeal." He smirked broadly. "He had certain attributes that were quite pleasing. There's a lot to be said for being part troll." He flicked his eyebrows, if only to annoy Harry, and they all got his meaning.
Harry snorted, obviously not liking the way the conversation was going. "Whatever. So Morgan, how's your collection going?"
Draco laughed at Harry's reaction. "Honestly, you and your jealousy."
"Shut up, new topic. Morgan?"
"Oh, it's not too bad. I found this really nice one in a muggle store, but I'm having trouble getting it to cry. I can't understand it, so I've asked Hermione to check it over when she's got time."
"Huh? Hello." Draco gave an exaggerated wave. "Person who has no memory of the last few years. What are you buying and why are you making it cry?"
"Morgan has this fascination with weeping angels. He collects figurines and charms them to cry. It's really depressing when you visit his house." Hermione explained.
Draco gave a look that showed he look that was one of the weirdest fixations he'd ever heard of and then studied the young man. He titled his head as something tickled his mind. He had a feeling that it was familiar, but something he should know, not something from the Mortel years. Suddenly he realised and his eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh my lord! That was you?"
Morgan frowned for a second before he caught on. A look of panic overtook his face. "Um, no, er, shit." He swore at the carpet and didn't raise his head as Draco started to laugh a little.
"Oh dear." Draco placed his hand over his mouth. "Cute Quidditch players indeed."
"I can't believe you remember that." Morgan whispered, his face burning with embarrassment. "You didn't before, when it was Mortel, or if you did, you didn't say anything."
"What? What? I missed something!" Harry was looking at each of them in turn as Hermione and Ron sat back looking equally confused.
Draco hopped to his feet and went into his room. Sounds of rummaging could be heard and then he came back out, holding what had been his fifth year Transfiguration text book. "Valentine's Day in fifth year. Some kid walked up to me as I was going to class and shoved this card into my hand before rushing off. I didn't get a very good look at him at the time."
Morgan groaned when he looked up and saw him holding the book. "Please god, don't tell me you still have it."
Draco collapsed back down on to the floor and opened his book to the twelfth chapter, pulling out a card. "You bet, I do." He smiled broadly while opening the card to show the words 'Jealous angels weep because of your beauty' as Morgan buried his face in his hands. On either side of the words a beautiful angel was drawn and when Draco touched each of them, small drops of water welled up and rolled down their faces. The water disappeared when the makeshift tears reached the end of the card, only to reappear in their eyes again.
"I can't believe that was you. And you say Mortel never said anything? That wouldn't be like me, so I guess he didn't know."
Harry scowled as Hermione judged whether or not it was impressive a thirteen year old could do that. Ron sympathetically rubbed Morgan's back as the young man muttered things to himself.
Draco tapped Morgan's shoulder, making him look up a little. "I never did get to say thanks for it. So, thank you." The blonde kissed his fingers and pressed them into the side of Morgan's forehead, causing the man to blush harder and stare at his drink.
Harry folded his arms angrily, his hand twitching to go for his wand. But Draco didn't notice as he was too busy smiling at the card.
To Be Continued.
Warnings:
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Eighteen. When Angels Cry.
"Draco?"
Draco looked up sullenly. Hermione, Ron and Morgan were all over for the night so the blonde had relegated himself to the bedroom. "What?"
"Would you like to come out? We're discussing the case."
"Need a reason to fall silent do you?"
"No, Ko, come on." Harry held his hand out and smiled. "No more sheltering, I promise."
Draco smiled and leapt off the bed. "Well, it's about god damn time." He gave Harry a quick kiss and wandered out to where everyone was sitting on the living room floor. "Evening all." He said brightly as he took his place next to Morgan and Harry sat down at his other side.
"Well, look who's not sulking and whining all of a sudden." Ron said and then ignored it when the blonde stuck his tongue out. "Okay, you can look at all the other files another time, right now we are focusing on these two."
Draco accepted the folders and opened them up, flipping straight to the photos. One held photos of an elderly woman, numbers scrawled on the wall. The second folder caused a low growl as he stared at the two small boys. He wasn't stupid so he didn't miss the connection. He didn't understand the words but that wasn't what was on his mind the most.
Hermione cleared her throat. "The numbers with Mrs Starler is a date. The date of when she died. We only found her a week ago. Um," Draco watched as she looked to Harry who gave a nod. "The date is the night you came home after being at Azkaban."
He nodded slowly. "Obviously, Mortel wasn't happy that I lived, all that trouble of leaving, and I lived because of it. Starler? Isn't that our neighbour?"
Harry sighed. "Well, she was."
Draco studied the photos of the boys closely. "They were both crying. They still look so scared, just the way their bodies are lying. Stiff, and I don't mean from the rigor mortis, like they were lying very still before they died." He frowned and bit his lip. "It almost looks familiar, like something I should know. The blood, it trickled down, lots of it did." He sat back and rested on the side of the couch. "Oh, I see it now. They were still alive when he cut them."
Hermione frowned. "Are you sure?"
Draco nodded. "Yeah, it's different when you cut someone when they're dead."
"How would you know?" Ron asked, looking wary.
"Hello, former Death Eater. I've tortured people before. Probably more than I can remember, technically. But, I did a couple before Mortel took over. Enough to know how blood acts."
Ron went slightly pale and looked down to his hands. "How lovely."
Draco shrugged. "It was either that or I died. Besides, I made sure it wasn't too bad. But I never killed anyone. I have cut people who were already dead, though."
Harry sat up straighter, something Draco didn't miss. "Yeah, well, we'll have people look into whether or not they were alive for it. This one was planned, and planned well. Some others seem to be random, like he just decides to do it."
"Like he needs it." Draco muttered, making everyone look to him. "Like a drug." He thought back to the whispers in his dreams. Go down for the blood. "This one was just for show. Look at it. Despite the words being cut in and everything it's not very, what's the word ...... brutal. Ever since the first murder they progressively got more vicious. But the two you have showed me, they seem more like he's trying to get our attention, not that it's what he suddenly needs."
"Are you saying that sometimes, he just gets a kick out of killing?" Morgan asked, leaning forward and not taking his eyes off the blonde. "And other times, he's just toying with us?"
"Pretty much."
"Draco had this same theory last time. Oh, wait, sorry, I probably should refer to it as Mortel, at least for this." Hermione was flicking through a large stack of papers that Draco assumed to be her musings on the subject. "Yes, here it is. Draco, er Mortel spoke of the murderer needing to kill to gain some sort of release." She handed it around but Draco didn't bother to read it.
"Do you keep notes on everything?"
She smiled softly. "Of course. I record every word that is said then transcribe them later. I find it useful to look over them."
"What kind of release?" Morgan asked as he read.
Ron snorted. "What does it matter what he said to us? I doubt very much that Mortel would tell us how to find him."
Draco looked over. "Why not? It all depends on how arrogant he is. And it'll probably only get worse." They all looked to him this time. "He got away with it. Hell, he nearly had me executed for it all, and if we're not careful, he'll get away with it again."
Hermione shook her head. "No, all Aurors are now issued with Spirit Trappers, if he tries to leave the body he's occupying, we can catch him."
"That's great, but what if he doesn't want to leave the body? Do you have something to take care of that?"
She looked away. "They're working on that possibility."
"How reassuring. Now, since I have returned to the world of controlling my own flesh, has anyone reported anyone being .... odd?"
"What do you mean? In case you weren't aware Draco, Mortel is good at emulating his host." Ron was writing his own report, or at least doodling.
"Yeah, but he has to go out for his happy hunting sessions sometime. No one has reported a change of sleeping habits with their friends or family? Surely that might raise some concern."
"Not that we know of." Harry shuffled over and rested his head on Draco's shoulder. "But that's a good point."
"Oh come on! You people have been hunting this prick down for the last three years, what have you been doing for all this time?" He shifted his arm to go around Harry's shoulders.
"Well, the sleeping thing is only a new angle. All the murders before, happened when you went for one of your walks."
Draco thought about that for a second before nodding. "That makes sense. Pretty good cover for him really, me going for those breaks. Makes me kind of mad at me."
"It wasn't your fault, Draco." Ron looked rather reluctant at saying it, but the redhead still gave a tight smile.
Draco let it pass without comment, but only because Harry whispered 'Please don't' in his ear. "And maybe you should make a list of all the people that were at Azkaban around the time when he left me. He had to go somewhere, and he might have wanted it to be quick." They all nodded quietly, making a note of it. "I'll need to read through the other reports, but I'd like to help. Even if it isn't my job anymore."
"You have every right to help if you want." Harry gave him a kiss on the cheek. "After all, the prick nearly got you killed. I just didn't want to interfere with your school stuff, or maybe even trigger memories of it all. I'm sorry." Draco nodded, accepting the apology and Harry brightened up. "Let's call it for the killer."
So everyone started to pack up for the night, wanting to talk of more cheerful things, with the time they had left.
"They look so sad." Morgan was flicking through the photos. He came to the two boys again. "So young." He put them back in the folder and took a sip of his drink.
"Yeah but let's leave it for now. No good dwelling on it every second or we'll burn out." Harry said around a yawn.
"Yeah. So, Draco, how everything going in your side of the world."
Draco smiled. "School sucks. The teachers, except for Snape, all tip toe around me and the students are terrified of me."
Morgan rolled his eyes. "My brother, who's in the sixth year, says you carry a knife around. I think you want them scared of you."
Harry gave Draco a reproachful look which was ignored. Hermione giggled and Ron took it rather well, giving his own smile.
"Well, maybe." Draco smirked. "You have to remember, the last time I went through school even most of Slytherin were terrified of me, what with the war on and my father and everything."
"Ron was stunned the day it was officially announced that Lucius had been a spy, helping the fight against Voldemort." Hermione stood up to get more drinks. "In fact, most of the world was. Why wasn't it announced the first time around?"
"There were a few reasons. Like how everyone thought that maybe Voldemort would return, because while the Dark Marks had faded greatly they weren't completely gone. And then there was the fact that Snape had already been revealed as a spy and Dumbledore didn't want the Ministry to know all the facts, again just in case. And the last reason was because there wasn't much physical evidence that would support it. Well, not enough for my father to avoid prison time that way, so they had to use the Imperios line instead."
"And that worked?"
Draco titled his head. "Well, no, not really, not on it's own anyhow. Ironic really, that my father while truly innocent had to admit guilt to certain Ministry officials and then bribe them in order to stay out of jail."
"Bribery? That's awful." Hermione handed out the new drinks.
"Yeah, but don't worry. When Lucius was cleared of all wrong doing, those officials were charged with corruption." Harry smiled at the surprised looking Draco.
"Were they? Well, that's good. I didn't know that. What else happened when Voldemort fell?"
Morgan perked up. "There was a huge party at Hogwarts for all the students. That was a great time. That was the night before the rest of the school found out you and Harry were together, so when you think back on it, the yelling match you had was quite funny. At one point you called Harry a fag and he just dissolved into laughter. It was confusing for us poor people who had no idea what was really going on between you two."
"Yelling match?"
Ron raised his drink high. "Yeah and it didn't end there. I was in such a good mood that it was over and that Harry survived, I decided to pour punch all over you as a prank. You played back and soon it resulted in an enormous food fight. Ah, those were the days. I miss school."
Draco let his eyes widen to their limit. "Dear god, Weasley, missing school? So much has changed since I've been away." He said playfully to which Ron stuck his tongue out.
"You know what I mean. School was fun, except for all that nasty studying stuff. It had friends, " He waved his glass at Harry, "Enemies, " This time, at Draco, "Lovers, " He leant over and kissed Hermione gently. "None of this serial killer crap or wandering around hunting down vampires and the like."
'Yeah, school was good." Morgan added. "I'm still getting used to all this stuff. I miss Hogwarts, life was simpler then. Noisy meals, exciting Quidditch matches, cute Quidditch players, lost books, hassling teachers, forgetting stuff."
Ron gave a mock frown. "I don't remember any cute Quidditch players. Well there was Angelina. She was hot."
Morgan blushed. "Er, yeah, I'm sure she was. I don't remember."
Harry snickered. "Don't mind him Ron, apparently he discovered very early on that he liked guys. What were you? About twelve?"
Morgan nodded and blushed harder. "Yeah, that is a little young but I don't know how it happened really. I was just chatting to this friend of mine, she was really pretty and I was thinking about asking her to sit with me at lunch, then this guy walked past. Suddenly my friend didn't seem so interesting any more."
"It was Harry, wasn't it?" Draco asked good-naturedly. "He was always attention grabbing."
Morgan shook his head slightly. "No, no, it wasn't." He wouldn't meet anyone's eyes.
Draco studied him for a second before letting it go. "I remember a few nice Quidditch players myself. There was this one, I guess." He punched Harry's arm lightly. "Oh, and then there was Wood, he was hot. Gorgeous accent."
Harry glared at his lover. "He's straight, so don't even think about it."
"Oh, don't get so touchy, it doesn't suit you. Flint was down right ugly, but he had his own sort of dark, twisted charm." Draco thought for a moment. "Diggory was fairly good looking."
Harry nodded slowly, thinking about Diggory for a second before moving on. "Flint? He had to be on of the ugliest people I've ever known. He looked part troll!"
"He *was* part troll, an eighth, or something." Draco answered smoothly. "But like I said, he had his own appeal." He smirked broadly. "He had certain attributes that were quite pleasing. There's a lot to be said for being part troll." He flicked his eyebrows, if only to annoy Harry, and they all got his meaning.
Harry snorted, obviously not liking the way the conversation was going. "Whatever. So Morgan, how's your collection going?"
Draco laughed at Harry's reaction. "Honestly, you and your jealousy."
"Shut up, new topic. Morgan?"
"Oh, it's not too bad. I found this really nice one in a muggle store, but I'm having trouble getting it to cry. I can't understand it, so I've asked Hermione to check it over when she's got time."
"Huh? Hello." Draco gave an exaggerated wave. "Person who has no memory of the last few years. What are you buying and why are you making it cry?"
"Morgan has this fascination with weeping angels. He collects figurines and charms them to cry. It's really depressing when you visit his house." Hermione explained.
Draco gave a look that showed he look that was one of the weirdest fixations he'd ever heard of and then studied the young man. He titled his head as something tickled his mind. He had a feeling that it was familiar, but something he should know, not something from the Mortel years. Suddenly he realised and his eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh my lord! That was you?"
Morgan frowned for a second before he caught on. A look of panic overtook his face. "Um, no, er, shit." He swore at the carpet and didn't raise his head as Draco started to laugh a little.
"Oh dear." Draco placed his hand over his mouth. "Cute Quidditch players indeed."
"I can't believe you remember that." Morgan whispered, his face burning with embarrassment. "You didn't before, when it was Mortel, or if you did, you didn't say anything."
"What? What? I missed something!" Harry was looking at each of them in turn as Hermione and Ron sat back looking equally confused.
Draco hopped to his feet and went into his room. Sounds of rummaging could be heard and then he came back out, holding what had been his fifth year Transfiguration text book. "Valentine's Day in fifth year. Some kid walked up to me as I was going to class and shoved this card into my hand before rushing off. I didn't get a very good look at him at the time."
Morgan groaned when he looked up and saw him holding the book. "Please god, don't tell me you still have it."
Draco collapsed back down on to the floor and opened his book to the twelfth chapter, pulling out a card. "You bet, I do." He smiled broadly while opening the card to show the words 'Jealous angels weep because of your beauty' as Morgan buried his face in his hands. On either side of the words a beautiful angel was drawn and when Draco touched each of them, small drops of water welled up and rolled down their faces. The water disappeared when the makeshift tears reached the end of the card, only to reappear in their eyes again.
"I can't believe that was you. And you say Mortel never said anything? That wouldn't be like me, so I guess he didn't know."
Harry scowled as Hermione judged whether or not it was impressive a thirteen year old could do that. Ron sympathetically rubbed Morgan's back as the young man muttered things to himself.
Draco tapped Morgan's shoulder, making him look up a little. "I never did get to say thanks for it. So, thank you." The blonde kissed his fingers and pressed them into the side of Morgan's forehead, causing the man to blush harder and stare at his drink.
Harry folded his arms angrily, his hand twitching to go for his wand. But Draco didn't notice as he was too busy smiling at the card.
To Be Continued.