Draco rubbed his almost-frozen hands together, trying to recapture some
feeling in them. The lake in front of him was completely frozen over and as
hard as he tried to scan the landscape for any sign of his daughter. He
couldn't see her.
"Skyler!" he yelled, starting to get slightly worried that he couldn't see her he walked to the edge of the lake, and searched the trees surrounding them with his eyes. No sign of Skyler.
"SKYLER!" he shouted again, this time with a little more volume. Panic was now becoming an evident emotion on Draco's face and a second before he was about to yell again, he heard a single dog bark.
Draco let out a sigh of relief as he turned around and saw Skyler and Gizmo bounding towards him. Draco stood still as the two kept running.
Skyler stopped by Draco, her breath coming out in little clouds in front of her face, her cheeks pink from the cold.
The dog was nowhere to be found. He looked at Skyler, but her eyes were fixed with fear on the lake. Draco turned slowly and there in the centre of the lake was Gizmo.
"Gizmo!" Draco shouted. The dog didn't move. Draco tried thinking of what to do. He reached in his pocket for his wand, but it wasn't there. Confused, he looked at the ground around him to see if he'd dropped it. When he looked back up, Skyler was walking out onto the ice.
"SKYLER! NO!" Draco ran to the edge of the lake, but Skyler was too far out, heading straight for her puppy. Draco looked around frantically.
There was a loud cracking sound that seemed to vibrate through his skull. He slowly turned his head towards the lake. Skyler stood in the centre, dog in her arms.
"Skyler don't mo-" Draco was cut off by the sound of another crack, with another crack soon following it. Skyler and the puppy disappeared under the ice.
Draco screamed and was about to run out onto the ice when something stopped him,
"Draco?" a cool, warm voice spoke behind him. He turned around to see Harry standing there, arms folded, eyes questioning.
"Skyler, Gizmo.the ice!" Draco cried, his words incoherent.
Warm arms enfolded him, fighting the frostbite out of his skin.
"Draco," Harry said again, louder and more forceful than the last time. Draco was barely aware of his surrounding shift as the cold became warmth, the dark eeriness of dusk, becoming the bright warm light of an indoor fire crackling happily. His eyes opened slowly, and there Harry was, sitting on the end of the chaise-lounge looking at Draco with an amused smile on his face,
"Come on, baby, your dad's speech wasn't that boring."
Draco sat up quickly. Standing at the centre of the room was Lucius Malfoy, looking angrily at his son. His mother was sat on the sofa, looking at the floor, and all the friends and acquaintances of the Malfoy's where scattered around the huge lounge area.
All were looking at him.
Draco blushed and looked at his hands, surprised to find them still trembling from the memories of the dream.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"I think it's been a long day," Harry spoke for his husband. "Maybe it's time we went to bed."
With that, Harry stood, nodded politely to the people in the room, entwined his fingers with Draco's receiving a horrified look from Lucius in the process, and walked out of the room.
"How long was I asleep?" Draco asked, fighting back a yawn.
"About fifteen minutes. What where you dreaming about?"
"Nothing important," Draco lied.
"You were shaking," Harry countered.
"Isn't it time for presents?" Draco raised his left eyebrow suggestively. Harry chuckled, the dream forgotten as he and Draco made a beeline for their bedroom.
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Skyler was sat up in her bed, the golden puppy curled up in the 'V' of her open legs. She ran her small hand from head to tail, reveling in the softness of her puppy's fur. She'd received a Christmas card from both Ryan and Rulan, where they sat proudly on her bedside table.
What was really on her mind, however, was what her father had said.
Was he really going to be the new headmaster?
That would be weird on a whole different plane. She knew her father had a fondness for Gryffindors, but she wasn't a Gryffindor. Also what would her housemates say to her about her dad being the headmaster, she'd be labeled a goodie-two-shoes forever.
But there weren't just negative things on her mind. It would be exciting to have the security at Hogwarts that she got at home, to have her dad there no matter what. Also, she could probably get out of a whole lot of detentions.
The main problem was that she knew how nagging Harry got without Draco.
She remembered one time a couple of years ago, when they'd had a huge fight and Draco had left to stay at Malfoy Manner for a few weeks. Her dad was almost intolerable. He cleaned the house, manually-Skyler shivered a little bit-he wouldn't let her go anywhere on her own, and the only way she got the new outfit she wanted was by writing to her grandfather, complaining.
Needless to say, she found the outfit on her bed the next morning.
This was going to be a whole new ball game, Skyler thought, or she would have if she knew what a ball game was.
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Harry flopped down on his king-size bed and reveled at the softness of the mattress. Draco stood at the foot of the bed and smiled lovingly at his husband.
"You look adorable," Draco cooed.
"Adorable?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," Draco confirmed.
"Adorable. Like a puppy. C'mon." Harry pleaded playfully,
"Fine, sexy, handsome," Draco kneeled at Harry's feet, "gorgeous, beautiful," Draco crawled up the familiar body, his cold hands slipping up Harry's shirt and resting on the firm abdomen, "stunning, striking," Draco's face was now inches away from Harry's face. Harry could feel Draco's breath tickle his lips, "dazzling, spectacular," Draco's lips brushed lightly against Harry's for the most tender of seconds. Then he pulled away and sat up, straddling Harry's hips. "Take your pick," Draco finished coolly.
"All of the above," Harry laughed, pulling his husband's head down to his own for a final quick kiss. He then produced a box from the side of the bed and handed it him.
"For me, love?" Draco smirked, taking the gift and gingerly unwrapping it. It was a small box. Draco looked at Harry, received a nod, then opened it. Inside was a perfectly formed gem that had been carved into the shape of an eye.
"Is this what I think it is?" Draco asked, gob smacked.
"I called in a few favours," Harry admitted,
"An Eye of Jerboa" Draco laughed.
"One of three. That one's truth," Harry explained. "So you can tell when somebody's lying. It will see into the depths of their conscience."
"I know what it is, dummy," Draco kissed Harry gently. "Thank you."
"One thing before I give you this." Harry held another gift in his hand. "You know I'm going to Hogwarts in two weeks?"
Draco nodded regretfully.
"Well, I need a decent Potions Master, because the only way Snape would stay was if he got the DADA job."
Draco nodded once more.
"I want you there. Draco. I can't do this without you," Harry pleaded.
"Yes. you could." Draco smiled.
"You're right. I could, but I'd rather not," Harry replied coyly.
Draco laughed and punched him in the arm softly. "Fine. But only because I don't want to have to live on my own for most of the year." Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation, but the way Harry's eyes lit up was enough to fill his soul with happiness and he knew that he wouldn't have made any other choice.
"Okay, then." Harry grinned and handed Draco the second box. Draco ripped off the paper and opened the box, no hesitation this time. Inside was a pair of handcuffs attached to a chain which must have been a good metre long.
"A dungeon-warming gift for you." Harry chuckled. Draco merely looked at Harry suspiciously. "Okay and a little for me," Harry laughed.
"Lovely," Draco accepted. "Now for yours." He handed Harry a parcel, the funniest-shaped package Harry had ever seen. As he tenderly removed the paper, he started revealing more and more of the treasure inside.
When all of the paper was gone, Harry looked at the most amazing gift he had ever received. There, in his hands, was a sculpture. He was stood on the left, holding hands with Draco, who stood next to Skyler. In her arms she held a Labrador puppy.
"It's enchanted so it changes with our family. Last time I saw it, the puppy wasn't there. It'll grow when we grow, change when we change and so on." Draco smiled at the look of complete wonder on Harry's face.
"Thank you," was all Harry could stutter.
He placed the sculpture on the bed next to him. Not questioning what the odd shaped rock was that had been placed between himself and Draco.
"Don't get to shocked, baby," Draco whispered huskily. "That's only the first half of the gift." He proceeded to kiss his husband passionately, then continued to make love to him all night long.
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Thank you all so, so much for being so damn patient. I've been so damn caught up with my own life that this story has had to take a major backseat. I'm afraid I cannot promise regular updates for a few weeks, maybe one a week?
But I can promise that over the summer there will be a new regular pattern. I'm thinking one every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday.
You are all the best readers an author could ever have. I don't deserve you all. You rock, seriously. It's you lot that gave me the encouragement to get back onto the computer and write, not just sit around panicking about my GCSE's tomorrow! Thank you so much people.
Cya soon!
Lv Akasha,
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"Skyler!" he yelled, starting to get slightly worried that he couldn't see her he walked to the edge of the lake, and searched the trees surrounding them with his eyes. No sign of Skyler.
"SKYLER!" he shouted again, this time with a little more volume. Panic was now becoming an evident emotion on Draco's face and a second before he was about to yell again, he heard a single dog bark.
Draco let out a sigh of relief as he turned around and saw Skyler and Gizmo bounding towards him. Draco stood still as the two kept running.
Skyler stopped by Draco, her breath coming out in little clouds in front of her face, her cheeks pink from the cold.
The dog was nowhere to be found. He looked at Skyler, but her eyes were fixed with fear on the lake. Draco turned slowly and there in the centre of the lake was Gizmo.
"Gizmo!" Draco shouted. The dog didn't move. Draco tried thinking of what to do. He reached in his pocket for his wand, but it wasn't there. Confused, he looked at the ground around him to see if he'd dropped it. When he looked back up, Skyler was walking out onto the ice.
"SKYLER! NO!" Draco ran to the edge of the lake, but Skyler was too far out, heading straight for her puppy. Draco looked around frantically.
There was a loud cracking sound that seemed to vibrate through his skull. He slowly turned his head towards the lake. Skyler stood in the centre, dog in her arms.
"Skyler don't mo-" Draco was cut off by the sound of another crack, with another crack soon following it. Skyler and the puppy disappeared under the ice.
Draco screamed and was about to run out onto the ice when something stopped him,
"Draco?" a cool, warm voice spoke behind him. He turned around to see Harry standing there, arms folded, eyes questioning.
"Skyler, Gizmo.the ice!" Draco cried, his words incoherent.
Warm arms enfolded him, fighting the frostbite out of his skin.
"Draco," Harry said again, louder and more forceful than the last time. Draco was barely aware of his surrounding shift as the cold became warmth, the dark eeriness of dusk, becoming the bright warm light of an indoor fire crackling happily. His eyes opened slowly, and there Harry was, sitting on the end of the chaise-lounge looking at Draco with an amused smile on his face,
"Come on, baby, your dad's speech wasn't that boring."
Draco sat up quickly. Standing at the centre of the room was Lucius Malfoy, looking angrily at his son. His mother was sat on the sofa, looking at the floor, and all the friends and acquaintances of the Malfoy's where scattered around the huge lounge area.
All were looking at him.
Draco blushed and looked at his hands, surprised to find them still trembling from the memories of the dream.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"I think it's been a long day," Harry spoke for his husband. "Maybe it's time we went to bed."
With that, Harry stood, nodded politely to the people in the room, entwined his fingers with Draco's receiving a horrified look from Lucius in the process, and walked out of the room.
"How long was I asleep?" Draco asked, fighting back a yawn.
"About fifteen minutes. What where you dreaming about?"
"Nothing important," Draco lied.
"You were shaking," Harry countered.
"Isn't it time for presents?" Draco raised his left eyebrow suggestively. Harry chuckled, the dream forgotten as he and Draco made a beeline for their bedroom.
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Skyler was sat up in her bed, the golden puppy curled up in the 'V' of her open legs. She ran her small hand from head to tail, reveling in the softness of her puppy's fur. She'd received a Christmas card from both Ryan and Rulan, where they sat proudly on her bedside table.
What was really on her mind, however, was what her father had said.
Was he really going to be the new headmaster?
That would be weird on a whole different plane. She knew her father had a fondness for Gryffindors, but she wasn't a Gryffindor. Also what would her housemates say to her about her dad being the headmaster, she'd be labeled a goodie-two-shoes forever.
But there weren't just negative things on her mind. It would be exciting to have the security at Hogwarts that she got at home, to have her dad there no matter what. Also, she could probably get out of a whole lot of detentions.
The main problem was that she knew how nagging Harry got without Draco.
She remembered one time a couple of years ago, when they'd had a huge fight and Draco had left to stay at Malfoy Manner for a few weeks. Her dad was almost intolerable. He cleaned the house, manually-Skyler shivered a little bit-he wouldn't let her go anywhere on her own, and the only way she got the new outfit she wanted was by writing to her grandfather, complaining.
Needless to say, she found the outfit on her bed the next morning.
This was going to be a whole new ball game, Skyler thought, or she would have if she knew what a ball game was.
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Harry flopped down on his king-size bed and reveled at the softness of the mattress. Draco stood at the foot of the bed and smiled lovingly at his husband.
"You look adorable," Draco cooed.
"Adorable?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," Draco confirmed.
"Adorable. Like a puppy. C'mon." Harry pleaded playfully,
"Fine, sexy, handsome," Draco kneeled at Harry's feet, "gorgeous, beautiful," Draco crawled up the familiar body, his cold hands slipping up Harry's shirt and resting on the firm abdomen, "stunning, striking," Draco's face was now inches away from Harry's face. Harry could feel Draco's breath tickle his lips, "dazzling, spectacular," Draco's lips brushed lightly against Harry's for the most tender of seconds. Then he pulled away and sat up, straddling Harry's hips. "Take your pick," Draco finished coolly.
"All of the above," Harry laughed, pulling his husband's head down to his own for a final quick kiss. He then produced a box from the side of the bed and handed it him.
"For me, love?" Draco smirked, taking the gift and gingerly unwrapping it. It was a small box. Draco looked at Harry, received a nod, then opened it. Inside was a perfectly formed gem that had been carved into the shape of an eye.
"Is this what I think it is?" Draco asked, gob smacked.
"I called in a few favours," Harry admitted,
"An Eye of Jerboa" Draco laughed.
"One of three. That one's truth," Harry explained. "So you can tell when somebody's lying. It will see into the depths of their conscience."
"I know what it is, dummy," Draco kissed Harry gently. "Thank you."
"One thing before I give you this." Harry held another gift in his hand. "You know I'm going to Hogwarts in two weeks?"
Draco nodded regretfully.
"Well, I need a decent Potions Master, because the only way Snape would stay was if he got the DADA job."
Draco nodded once more.
"I want you there. Draco. I can't do this without you," Harry pleaded.
"Yes. you could." Draco smiled.
"You're right. I could, but I'd rather not," Harry replied coyly.
Draco laughed and punched him in the arm softly. "Fine. But only because I don't want to have to live on my own for most of the year." Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation, but the way Harry's eyes lit up was enough to fill his soul with happiness and he knew that he wouldn't have made any other choice.
"Okay, then." Harry grinned and handed Draco the second box. Draco ripped off the paper and opened the box, no hesitation this time. Inside was a pair of handcuffs attached to a chain which must have been a good metre long.
"A dungeon-warming gift for you." Harry chuckled. Draco merely looked at Harry suspiciously. "Okay and a little for me," Harry laughed.
"Lovely," Draco accepted. "Now for yours." He handed Harry a parcel, the funniest-shaped package Harry had ever seen. As he tenderly removed the paper, he started revealing more and more of the treasure inside.
When all of the paper was gone, Harry looked at the most amazing gift he had ever received. There, in his hands, was a sculpture. He was stood on the left, holding hands with Draco, who stood next to Skyler. In her arms she held a Labrador puppy.
"It's enchanted so it changes with our family. Last time I saw it, the puppy wasn't there. It'll grow when we grow, change when we change and so on." Draco smiled at the look of complete wonder on Harry's face.
"Thank you," was all Harry could stutter.
He placed the sculpture on the bed next to him. Not questioning what the odd shaped rock was that had been placed between himself and Draco.
"Don't get to shocked, baby," Draco whispered huskily. "That's only the first half of the gift." He proceeded to kiss his husband passionately, then continued to make love to him all night long.
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Thank you all so, so much for being so damn patient. I've been so damn caught up with my own life that this story has had to take a major backseat. I'm afraid I cannot promise regular updates for a few weeks, maybe one a week?
But I can promise that over the summer there will be a new regular pattern. I'm thinking one every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday.
You are all the best readers an author could ever have. I don't deserve you all. You rock, seriously. It's you lot that gave me the encouragement to get back onto the computer and write, not just sit around panicking about my GCSE's tomorrow! Thank you so much people.
Cya soon!
Lv Akasha,
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