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Weber smiled as Chris came into the Hospital Wing. The ebony haired boy had asked his boyfriend to wait there while he went to give the letter to his mother to a school owl, "You could have used my owl instead of one of the school's. Blade is much faster then they are."
"Blade would have also tried to eat me alive, no doubt because I'm a Potter. I'm not going to get my hand cut up over a stupid letter," Chris said back. His mood had changed since he learned his father was going to be coming to Hogwarts, and it wasn't a change for the better.
Realizing this, Weber pulled Chris down into his lap as soon as he came close enough. Alex was in the bed next to them looking very pale, almost grayish and his forehead had a shine of sweat on it. Occasionally he would moan and shiver as if he had a high fever, but his skin was cool to the touch. Cooler then he should have been.
"Don't worry about your father Chris. Most likely when our fathers get here and see each other, they'll get into a fight and completely forget about us," Weber wrapped an arm around Chris's waist, "And besides, we need to be here for Zales. He looks as if he could die any moment."
"Could he?" Chris asked, turning his attention to the said boy.
Weber looked thoughtful, "I…don't know. Elves have mates like Veela…but I always thought that they had to be found later in an Elf's life."
The nurse came over, just then, barely glancing at the two young boys. She ran a dry cloth over Alex's damp forehead, "There is a very good chance he could die. He needs to go back to his own kind, or something with elvish magic radiating from it." She was a younger looking women who seemed to be very stern and not someone you should take lightly. "The Headmistress thinks that you two will keep him alive, while we try to contact the Wood were his caretakers reside."
"Us?" Weber asked surprised, "Our magic should be just as foul to him as anyone else's."
She looked over them both in a calculating manner, "You two are bonding. Instead of emitting magic, you're taking each other's in, as well as the magic that's around you. For Mr. Zales, you're acting as a crude filter."
"Bonding?!" Chris looked at Weber, "We just met! That's permanent!"
Letting a small smile come to her lips, the nurse looked him in the eyes, "Mr. Potter, anyone that you meet with, you form a bond to. The 'Bonding' you are thinking of seals the magic of a one chosen, close to you forever, unlike normal bonding that goes on between everyone else that can fade over time."
"Oh. So why can't someone else sit here then? Sounds like lots of people are 'bonding' all the time," Chris recovered, glad in a way that everything wasn't happening as fast as he thought it was.
"No with this level of magic between them. I can feel the magic being pulled around the two of you. Not many times in the history of bonds has a couple had this much magic pull and even fewer of them ended up not 'Sealing the Bond'. In fact I can only think of one couple that didn't bond."
Weber glared at her, "You're saying that we're going to get married?"
Alex moaned, his golden eyes were open, "I must go back. I can't stay here anymore."
"We can't take you back, Mr. Zales you know that, and you are too weak yourself to get there," the nurse said, turning her attention away from the other two boys. "Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter's bonding should keep you alive, until-"
"Until one of my kin can take me back? Do you even realize how far away I live? Even with the bond they have…I'll never make it and you know it! That's why you wanted me to become an Animagus, so I could get back home quickly if I needed to. The only reason they would get to learn is because you knew they would act as a filter if I didn't learn in time."
Chris looked skeptical, "We really were going to illegally learn our Animagus froms?"
"Of course you idiot," Weber said lovingly, "A Malfoy is never wrong."
"Alright that is enough chatter! Mr. Zales needs his rest, and if I have to I'll drug the two of you so you don't bother him, is that understood?"
"Yes Madam," Christopher and Weber said, in unison, monotone voices.
Edward opened his eyes and looked around carefully. He knew he wasn't at home, because everything smelled funny, and there was a woman standing at the end of his bed. He frowned, slowly snuggling down under the covers so he was better hidden from her, with only the top of his head and eyes peering over the edge.
"Edward? It's me Nicole. It's alright," she said softly, stepping over to the side of the bed, "I'm here to help you get dressed." She reached down, to pulled back the covers but the blond boy flinched away, his eyes going wide. "No no! I'm not going to hurt you I swear," Nicole said quickly.
"Daddy?" his voice cracked and his eyes looked like they were starting to get watery.
"He's not here honey," she said sadly backing up. "Would you rather have Blaise dress you?"
The little boy said nothing, and only continued to look at her as if she were something dangerous and deadly.
Sighing Nicole, left the room and went to the dinning room, "Blaise…He's scared of me. He won't even let me near him."
Putting down his newspaper and coffee, the man went to his wife, kissing her on the corner of her mouth, "It's alright Nicy. We'll work with him today, and see if we can't get him used to you. He just needs for you to touch him, and not hurt him. He'll come around." He left his wife in the dinning room and made his way to Edward's bedroom.
When he got there, the bathroom light was on and the boy's bed was empty, "Edward?"
He walked toward the bathroom door and smiled when he heard tinkling noises from the other side. Deciding it was best to leave him alone, Blaise went to the little boy's trunk and pulled out some clothes for him to wear. He noticed in among the clothes, was a stuffed dragon. It seemed to be the only toy Edward had brought with him, which was unusual for a child. Most likely Draco had been the one to buy it for him, and since the boy obviously was very attached to his father, it was only natural that he bring it. Even so, Blaise knew when the saw something that was well taken care of and not just loved. By the look of the stuffed creature, Edward had only held it when he needed to, and the rest of the time, he kept it somewhere safe, from his mother most likely, because it looked almost brand new. Shaking his head, Blaise put the dragon next to the pillows on the newly made bed (thanks to some quick house elf magic), so it would be there when Edward went to sleep later that night.
The man turned when he heard the bathroom door come open, and he was almost shocked when he saw an almost mirror image of Draco in the little boy as he came toward him.
"Hello," Edward said, looking up at him, not at all scared.
"Hello. Do you need help getting dressed?"
Edward nodded, holding up his arms, and closing his eyes.
Blaise smiled, "Have you ever dressed yourself before?"
"Not allowed to."
"Well you're allowed to here," the man said kneeling down beside him with a shirt in hand.
"Really?" He slyly opened one of his eyes, wincing preparing to be hit. When nothing happen, he opened the other eye and relaxed a little. "How?" He carefully asked.
"First," Blaise said, undoing one of the buttons on the front of Edward's pajama top, "you have to take the old things off like this. You try."
Easily Edward undid the next button down, looking up at Blaise.
"Yes that's right. Now undo the rest of them and then pull the top off."
Mean while, Nicole was watching the both of them, unseen from behind the mostly shut door, leading out into the hall. She'd never seen anything quite as magical and disturbing at the same time. Her husband was a turning out to be an ok teacher, and little Edward was adorably cute as always, but the fact that a four year old had never even 'tried' to dress himself before, was unsettling.
She continued to watch silently, smiling when either her husband or the little blonde boy did something usually cute, but her earlier thoughts still weighed heavy on her mind. It was a very rude awaking to how cruel and unusual the world really was, even for a boy of four.
"Nicole!"
She shook her head and weighted a few moments before opening the door, "Yes Blaise?"
"I thought that after breakfast we could start to teach Edward how to fly on his training broom. We could go out into the gardens and charm the fence to keep the broom in…" he looked hopeful, and Edward was looking at her subtly biting his bottom lip.
"That's a wonderful idea. A cushioning spell for the ground too, I hope," she said looking at her husband.
"Of course!" Blaise kneeled down so he was eye level with Edward, "See? She's nice. I bet she'll even let you wear one of those little robes like your brother has, while you fly."
Edward's eyes lit up, "Can I?"
"Oh yes!" Nicole said, "I'll even put that 'real' Hogwarts patch on it, like I promised, so it's even more like your brother's. Which house would you like to be in?"
He looked at her, sizing her up, glancing at Blaise too. Obviously he was going to say something that was going to test their friendliness, "Gryffindor."
Both Blaise and Nicole were surprised, "Gryffindor? You don't want to be in Slytherin like your daddy was?" Nicole asked, remembering that her husband had been in Slytherin with Draco, and unfortunately Pansy as well.
"Mommy was in Slytherin," Edward's voice was cold and even, and his words had a finality to them that couldn't be mistaken for anything else but sheer hate.
"Right," Blaise said nervously, unused to the blonde haired boy's Malfoyish side, which until now and a few moments go, when he came out of the bathroom, he'd never shown, "Gryffindor it is then."
Victoria laid back into her pillows weakly. She knew she wasn't going to last until Christmas, no matter what the Healers, her husband, or anyone else said.
This was how it had started out, with her getting weaker and weaker, until she had to be carried to St. Mungo's. The disease she had was so simple, yet no one could find a why to cure it. It was only found in witches and wizards, because it literately sucked the all magic from a person's body, turning them into something far worse than a squib.
All things, even muggles and squibs, have a little magic, that reacts with other magic cast at them, making spells and potions work. Since Victoria had no magic of her own left in her body anymore, nothing magical could treat her. Muggle medicines had bought her some time, but now the disease had started eating her since it was out of magic to feast on.
"Mrs. Potter are you feeling alright?" a nurse said coming in, "You chart is says you're starting to get weak again. Do you want me to notify your husband?"
"I'm fine really. I'm dieing, and getting weaker is part of the process," she said softly, smiling with a far away look in her eyes.
"But Mrs.-"
"If I start to get any worse you have my permission to get Harry, but please don't bother him for this. I'm not going any where for a while. My daughters and son don't need to become upset over their mother feeling a little more tired."
The nurse looked like she wanted to say this was something for family to be upset about, but she held her tongue, "At least try and get some rest. Your daughters owled this morning and said that some friends were bringing them down to visit for an hour or so later this afternoon."
Victoria smiled, "Alright, Alright. I'm resting."
Shaking her head the nurse closed the door, mumbling to herself about how people in the medical field make horrible patients.
Settling herself in, Victoria let out a troubled sigh knowing it was only going to get worse as time went on. She didn't want to be weak in front of her children. That wasn't how she wanted them to remember her.
"Oh Chris," she mumbled before slowly falling asleep, "How will you take it when your father marries the father of your boyfriend?"
Harry smiled as he attempted to tie his tie in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, but found it rather difficult with Draco clasped to his back, kissing the sides and nape of his neck, "Draco you're in the way," he scolded trying to move so he would be able to pay better attention. He'd already had to undo the damn thing 3 times.
"Your clothes are in the way Harry, but I'm not complaining…much," his pale hands hand managed to get into Harry's robes, and were presently very close to getting the raven haired man's belt undone…again.
"You know how McGonagall is about being late," Harry finally managed to get the tie tied right, and he smirked proudly, before realizing that Draco was about to undress him from the waist down for the second time since he'd gotten dressed, "Stop that!" He pulled the blonde's hands from his belt and fixed it back into place.
Draco pouted, "She said we didn't have to be there until tomorrow morning. Come on, let's go back to the bed so I can take this silly thing off you." His fingers were wrapped up in Harry's tie.
"You bought me this 'silly thing' for Christmas the year before your left, and you can take my tie off any time Dragon. We have to go to the school," Harry placed a kiss on Draco's forehead has he pulled away from him and went out into the living room.
"You…kept it? That was over 15 years ago! It looks brand new," Following him out into the living room, Draco found himself almost crying at the sheer sincerity of keeping a stupid tie all that time.
Harry blushed, "Yes well…I've only worn it twice. Christmas Day when you gave it to me, and now. It was one of the few things I still had, that only stood for good memories of you." The first hints of tears were clearly seen in his emerald orbs.
"Oh Harry," the blonde whispered coming over to him. He leaned in and kissed him passionately, cupping both of his cheeks in his hands softly. Half formed tears in Harry's eyes were squeezed out of his tightly closed eyes, making his lashes all wet and spiky, as he slipped a hand over the side of Draco's neck
"I miss you so much, even though we're here," the blonde whispered against Harry's lips, not having the strength or will pull any farther away. "I feel like it's never going to be enough, no matter how many times we-"
Harry silenced him with a needy kiss, backing Draco into the pole he had caught the raven haired man dancing around the night before. The fingers of his free hand worked at the clasps of Draco's robe, trying to get at some more skin. Meeting be damned, they needed this.
Not one to be out done, Draco removed one of his hands from Harry's face and slipped it back into his robes, going once again for the belt, "Third time's the charm."
Ignoring the obvious muggle saying, the dark haired man smiled triumphantly finally getting into his lover's silky, dark blue dress robes. His hand quickly pushed apart the buttons of the light cream colored dress shirt underneath, coming in contact with his lover's pale smooth chest.
Draco leaned into the touch, swallowing hard, pulling Harry closer to him by tugging on the ends of the other man's now loosened belt with both hands. He stiffened when their erections pressed into each other, "That's not your wand Mr. Potter," the blonde's voice was coy, and looking at Harry through his lashes, only amplified the effect.
"No," Harry's voice was hushed and deepened by his state of arousal.
Transferring the grip on Harry's belt to one hand, Draco squeezed the other between the two of them, creating a little more heat then intended for them both, before cupping Harry's hardness through his dress pants, "Thought it was a little big…"
"Jealous Mr. Malfoy?" If only Harry knew what he was doing to the blonde by talking in that voice, but by the look in his eyes it was obvious he know exactly what he was doing.
"Only if I don't get to see it do some…magic," Draco's cool silvery eyes were hooded, as he smirked, moving his pale fingers in a slow, light pace.
Raising one of his eyebrows, Harry leaned in making his lover's fingers brush himself as well as the raven haired man, "It already has Dragon," he glanced down shifting his hips a bit, causing Draco to bite his lip, trying to hold in a breathy moan, "but I'm sure with proper…handling…it can do some more."