Something resembling a family
Chapter Five
After they had reached the Portrait of the Fat Lady, and Draco had loudly informed everyone within three miles radius of exactly how fat he thought she was, they entered the Gryffindor Common Room. Lee Jordan was the first to look up and notice them, and Oliver mentally groaned, knowing full well the result which would come of it.
"Whoa! What is that slimy ferret doing here?" he cried, and thus gained the attention of the entire Common Room population. Oliver felt a mild need to strangle Lee at that moment, but he composed himself and met everyone's stares defiantly as he replied rather shortly, "He's staying the night. Snape's orders"
And, not wanting to get thoroughly lynched, he quickly tried to dogded the twins and head up to the boy's dormitory, but unfortunatly he wasn't quick enough.
"That's your detention? Looking after Malfoy?" Harry piped up, looking way to gleeful for Oliver's liking, and he shot his seeker a mighty glare, which lost all of its effect when said seeker burst out laughing at the impact of it.
"Name's Draco" the blonde mumbled from behind his pout, as he hovered slightly behind Oliver's far shoulder, and peered up from beneath his stray blonde strands of hair at the Common Room folornly. Oliver grunted softly, "Hush Draco" he muttered under his breath.
Ron shook his head, his facial expression obviously torn between mirth and digust, "Mate, sucks to be you!" he said. Oliver merely grunted in reply.
"So" Fred, or George, said, as the both of them slowly advanced on Oliver and his charge, maniac glints twinkling in their eyes as they studied Draco, who took to hide entirely behind Oliver as they neared, "Draco, is it?"
The blond nodded violently, but remained silent, his wide eyes darting between the two of them.
"Tell me, Draco, how old might you be then?" the other twin inquired gently, and Draco, on whom the mischievious glint in the twins eyes went unnoticed, visibly relaxed at the softness of the twin's voice, "six!" he piped up, his back straightening a little with pride, making him almost as tall as Oliver, and the Weasley twins had an obvious hard time holding back their laughter.
"Oooh, this is going to be fun!" one of them murmured with delight, and Draco, still oblivious to their intentions, perked up even further and literally beamed. Somewhere in the background there could be heard several snickers, from Lee, Harry and Ron, no doubt, but Oliver ignored them and held out a hand towards the twins and glared, "Back off, Fred, George, he's my responsibility, and Snape'll have my head if anything happens to him, understand?" he said sternly.
The snickers were replaced with "aaaww"'s but Oliver ignored them too, and saw to it that both of the twins were nodding in affirmation, even though they were smirking in a most unnerving way as they did. Oliver nodded too, once, and turned back to Draco, giving him a glance over, before turning back to the stairs again, "Come on Draco" he said, still ignoring the snickers that could be heard from behind him.
"Yeah, we'll play later, alright, Draco?" one of the twins called after them, and Draco who was just about to turn back around and reply, was tugged along by a most annoyed Quidditch captain, and stumbled after him up the stairs and out of view.
They reached the seventh year boy's dorm finally, and Oliver slammed the door shut, cursing under his breath as the laughter could be heard through it. Draco was staring at him with innocently wide eyes, looking anything but tired all of the sudden, and it made Oliver very uncomfortable, "What?" he mumbled almost defensively, but uncertainly at the same time.
"I made friends?" Draco said hopefully, his silver orbs for eyes glittering, and Oliver exhaled a sigh, his shoulders hunched with exhaustion. Gazing at the other boy now, it was too damn difficult to do or say anything that might put that light out in his eyes, so Oliver just nodded. While Draco was beaming so much it almost blinded the older boy, Oliver made a mental note never to allow the twins near Draco again.
"So, eh..." he said uncertainly, "Ready for bed?"
Draco nodded, again violently, and his blond hair danced all over the place, all but sparkling in the light from the candles around the walls. Oliver returned the nod, again once, then going uncertain again, "Do you... er, want me to sing something or..." he trailed off, his voice laced with dread and also hope that the younger boy would now shake his head instead, but he had no such luck.
"Story" Draco whispered shyly, and it was Oliver's turn to nod violently, to disguise the panic which had started racing within him. "Right" he said, "Let's er... get you to bed then, shall we?"
Draco smiled and nodded, and started taking his robes off. Oliver choked on his own tongue, by the sound of it, and promptly pressed his eyes tightly shut as he spun on his heal and almost lost his balance.
"I don't have my jammies here" Draco announced form behind him, Oliver mentally groaned, "Er, that's, eh. That's alright, just, keep your shirt on"
"But it'll get wrinkled!" Draco objected. Oliver grunted again, didn't the kid say he was six? What the hell- "Er, fine! Take it off, but keep yer boxers on, ye hear?"
"Okay!" Draco cried happily, and there was the sound of russling fabric as he presumably climbed into bed.
"Oliver?"
The boy started, and his eyes flashed open. Standing infront of him in the door way, was a very amused looking Percy Weasley, his arms crossed nonchalantly and his head tipped a little to the side as he'd abviously been studying his dormmate, while said dormmate been standing with his back turned and his eyes screwed shut, talking to the slyhterin behind him. Oliver mentally banged his head against a very solid brick wall, "Percy!" he cried in surprise, clearly startled. Percy gave him a small smile.
"We're, eh, just getting ready for bed" he said, and blushed. "So I see" the other boy murmured, a teasing smile still playing on his lips. Oliver shot him a half-hearted glare, and Percy's smile widened.
TBC
