Really quick update before I head down to Virginia! Hope everyone likes it and sorry for not getting it out last week. I was busy with my sister's graduation party and a friend's sweet sixteen. Now, I'm heading out. Hope y'all enjoy.
Disclaimer: Gackt and Three Days Grace don't belong to me and neither does Harry Potter. They all belong to their respective owners. The plot is mine however and I shall be seriously pissed if anyone steals that.
Warning: Nothing yet. Will be Draco/Ron slash. They are going to have sex, but that'll come after they get together, which isn't in the close future, unfortunately.
Spoilers: Up to OotP. Though, we will be ignoring certain facts from that because I'm writing this fic and can do that if I want to. You'll see which facts are ignored, and which aren't.
Oh, and sorry. But three weeks until a new chapter. These are really long, especially for me, so long time between. That and I'm still working on EotA and a few original fics. So, three weeks and I'll be back with this.
Freesia op.2 by Aloh Dark
Second Chapter
When Draco woke the next morning the blanket he'd curled up in was tangled in his legs and covered him just enough so he was decent. His neck hurt and his face was cold from where it'd been leaning against the glass panes. He was filled with little aches from a night spent out of bed and in an unusual position. 'At least,' Draco thought 'I didn't fall asleep at the piano.' From experience Draco knew those pains were some of the worst.
When he'd finally stretched the kinks from his neck he turned to the house elf beside him. It was a familiar, old, and strangely human-like face that had been waking Draco up for as long as he could remember. Draco gave a small, half smile in greeting.
"Welcomes homes and Good Mornings you to Master Young Malfoy Draco." The elf house said with a small bob of its head. His voice was kindly, nearly grandfatherly.
Draco yawned while he rolled his eyes. "Vek, you know by now to just call me Draco when we're alone."
Vek smiled. "Remind me always must."
Draco smiled at him and stood up. He had no modesty in front of this particular house elf. He'd seen more of Draco than Draco has himself. There was no need for modesty in front of Vek either. He'd only scoff.
"Music loud is." Vek commented.
Draco shrugged a bit. "Had it on loud last night. I was playing." He waved his hand through the smoky, shimmering blue orb to turn it off. The silence was a little weird after having the music on in the background for such a long time.
"Breaking soon there is of fast." Vek told Draco as he walked into the bath chamber to the left.
Draco nodded to himself as he pulled out a pair of grey trousers and a royal blue shirt. He threw grey socks onto the cloths and walked into the bathroom.
It was more of a chamber than a room since it was large and spacious. There were two very large tubs and two shower stalls, one small and one large. The walls were covered with unbreakable glass that reflected any and all light in the room. The light coming from the sky lights by day, and the many candles in the room by night. There was a small alcove on the right side of the room where the toilet and sinks were.
Vek had filled the smallest tub with steaming water and was laying out the necessary bottles for bathing. He didn't bother to glance at Draco as he went about his duties. They both knew that Draco could readily the bath by himself, and sometimes would if he wanted to be alone. But they both knew that today was a day when Draco would need Vek's calming comfort, for a little while anyway.
Draco climbed into the tub and immersed himself under the water. He stayed under for as long as he could hold his breath before breaking for air. Vek stood next to the tub with a wash cloth in hand and a towel over his shoulder.
Draco grabbed the small cloth with a quick tug. "I'm too old for you to be washing me now."
Vek scoffed silently but didn't protest. He just waited a few feet away in case Draco needed him.
"Am I going to be alone?" Draco asked. It was a common question form Draco before taking meals at the Manor.
"Are here Mother, Father both." Vek said.
Draco nodded and sighed. With a soapy snap of his fingers, the blue orb flew towards him. It wasn't smoky, showing that it was off. He ran his hand through it and smoke began to emit from it. "Lapis. Repeat track." He told the orb and the song began to play.
Vek wrinkled his nose as the music began to play. Draco knew he didn't much like Gackt, but Draco played it anyway. Vek wouldn't say anything outright against it. He was still just a house elf and Draco was his master.
When Draco got out of the bath he'd made up his mind. "Go tell Winny to tell Mother and Father I shall not be joining them." He grabbed the towel from Vek.
Vek looked startled. It was the first time Draco had ever said that. "Ye-yes." He said simply before disappearing.
Draco dried his hair and body by roughly rubbing the towel over his body. He ignored the cloths he'd thrown on his bed and pulled on a pair of loose, thin pants and a baggy undershirt. He loosed the string that held the top half of the shirt together and let them hang.
He called the music orb from the bathroom to him. It came, still playing 'Lapis.' Draco waved his hand through the orb and commanded it to stop. The music turned off and the orb became shiny and solid. He walked over to a box by his night stand and opened it up. He placed the orb in an empty spot and pulled out a sea-green orb. He squeezed it to turn it on and then waved his hand through it when it was no longer a solid. He commanded it to play 'Just Like You' on repeat before walking away.
He sat down at his window and waited for the angry message from his father. He didn't have to wait long. Winny, a thin house elf with a mousy face, stood before him wringing her hands.
"Masters says you is to go down. Masters says that Winny is to says to you to go down." She said, her eyes were big. Draco recalled that this particular house elf was always nervous.
"Tell my father 'no.'" Draco said. He wanted to push this horse as far as it could go.
Winny's eyes grew impossibly larger as she shook her head. She disappeared while still nodding.
Draco hadn't noticed that Vek had come back until an apple fell into his lap. Draco looked up as he grabbed the apple from his lap. He nodded his thanks and took a bite. When his father stormed in he was a quarter of the way done with his apple and staring out the window.
"Draconis Octavian Malfoy." He hissed through his teeth.
Draco looked calmly up. He casually paused the song and asked, "Yes Father?"
"Why are you not coming to breakfast?" He asked calmly. The anger that was in his voice was seemingly gone.
Draco shrugged and turned back to the window. "Because I'd rather not. In fact, I think I'm going to go back to bed." Draco nodded to the window as if to confirm and solidify that statement.
"No." Lucius said.
"No?" Draco asked, turning back to his father.
"No." Lucius said again, firmer.
Draco gave a half-snort, half-laugh. "I don't think you could stop me."
"You are going to be down stairs for breakfast in five minutes." Lucius told him. "Not. Lazing about."
Draco pretended to yawn and held the back of his hand to his mouth. "No." He said with a real yawn. "I think I am going to go back to bed. I am very tired. It was a long day, yesterday. My first day back home and all that." The hidden ice in Draco's voice didn't go unnoticed by Lucius.
Lucius smirked. "This is a pathetic act of rebellion, isn't it?" He scoffed. "This is all because we didn't welcome you home yesterday." Lucius sneered. "Oh do grow up, dear boy. You aren't welcome everywhere." He said with malice.
Draco turned away from him without comment. Lucius' lips pursed as he turned on heal and left the room. He slammed the door in his wake.
"Teasing so Master healthy not." Vek said.
Draco turned to the house elf and smiled bitterly. "But Vek, he has to learn he's not welcome everywhere." He said and turned the music back on.
When Vek left a little while later, Draco turned off his music and glanced about his room. He placed the orb back into its spot in the box before shutting the lid. He changed into a pair of loose, outdoor pants and boots. He didn't want to stay indoors at all. He shrunk down the box filled with music orbs and placed it in his pocket.
He walked through the Manor and across the grounds to the stables. He greeted the horses as he walked past them. A few he stopped and petted before moving on. When he stopped he was in front of a beautiful, pure white Pegasus. He'd raised the mare from birth and had missed it greatly whenever he was at school.
/I hate being cooped up like this./ An annoyed voice popped into Draco's head.
Draco smiled and walked into her spacious box. "I know, Fwella. But you know that Lucius can't tell the difference between you and a horse with wings."
The Pegasus snorted and shook her head. /Well, don't just stand there boy. Let me out so we can fly. Your gracious father had the lock fixed again./
Draco unlocked the gate to the corral and opened the door wide. Fwella gracefully left the stall as he watched. "Do you have objections to bareback today?" He asked her.
She shook her head 'no' and kneeled her forelegs so it would be easier for Draco to mount. Draco climbed on and settled on her. /No hackamore either? You're risking it today./
"I know you could balance a babe on your back while in flight and never have the whelp wake up. I trust you can keep me on you."
/I may just have to buck then. But only a little./
Draco laughed but caught his breath in his throat as she took wing. She pumped her wings to get higher and higher.
/Oh, it's been ages since I've been able to fly properly!/ She said joyfully.
"Just enjoy it while it last. If Lucius gets really angry about me disobeying him, he may just lock you up so I can't escape."
Draco laughed as she colorfully explained what exactly she thought of that.
They flew a while in silence, enjoying both the flight and each others company. Draco knew she'd invoked her invisibility as they flew by the pleasant tingling in his toes. It was all for the best, he supposed, since they were flying towards the Weasley property.
Unbeknownst to anyone but the Malfoy's, the Manor, which was a summer home in all actuality, was situated very close to the Weasley's. Draco hadn't even known that fact until Fwella had gotten old enough, and strong enough, to fly all the way there. Both of them had enough common sense never to let it be known that they knew that little secret.
One little thing about invisibility is that it makes it so people can't see you, but things can still hit you. That was something Fwella seemed to forget sometimes. Which is why when an old, beat-up quaffle hit her leg she screamed.
Draco cringed at the human-like sound. He noticed that even though she'd dropped the invisibility on her, she still had enough sense not to drop it off him. So his toes still tingled as five flaming red-haired Weasleys flew towards Fwella in startlement.
/That hurt!!!/ She yelled at them.
He noticed how the four of the five jumped a bit in shock from hearing her in their minds. Only the eldest didn't look surprised at all. Draco wondered which Weasley it was as he caught sight of the dragon tooth in his ear.
"We're very sorry miss." The eldest one said.
Fwella tossed her mane, as if to shrug. /Just be more careful. Empty air isn't always so empty./
"Now that we know, we will." He said. "I am Bill, by the way. Bill Weasley."
/The twins are Fred and George. The girl is Ginny and the other is Weasel./ Draco thought-told Fwella.
/No need for introductions. I know who the rest of you are. My master has informed me of you./ She nodded to each in turn. /I am Fwella./
"Your master?" Fred, or maybe it was George, asked. "Who's that?"
/Why the one who lives in the Manor to the north east of here./
"There's a manor to the north east?" Ron, this time.
/Yes, a large one indeed./
/You're enjoying this aren't you? Having me here, in the midst of Weasley and having them none-the-wiser./
/He doesn't know when to be quiet for his own good sometimes so I just have to get away. Maybe I should convince him to drop the invisibility so you could see him./ Her voice held too much malicious joy for Draco's liking so he wisely stayed quiet. Although he did dig his heals into her sides just a little painfully.
Bill smiled. "Don't bother miss. We don't need to bother our neighbors who don't want to be bothered." There was something in Bill's eyes that Draco just didn't like. It seemed like he knew something he wasn't going to let on.
"Okay Weasley's, let's get back to our game!" Billy said loudly. "And try not to hit any invisible flying lady's this time!"
Fwella made a sound that Draco knew to be her laugh. She nodded to Bill and Bill bowed back. She watched them as they flew back to their game before flying off. When they were safely out of ear shot, Draco began to rant.
"Fwella! How dare you!" He yelled. "Insulting me like that!"
/You can be such a baby sometimes./ Fwella said back to him. /Geesh, loosen up a bit./
Draco huffed. "You know how much I hate the Weasley's." Draco muttered.
/No, all I know is that you love spying on them. Especially,/
"I swear to you if you finish that thought I will viciously murder you." Draco nearly snared. Fwella laughed softly through her nose in and Draco could almost hear her saying 'denial' repeatedly. "Just please, take me away and don't bring me back until dinner."
/Won't you get hungry?/
"You can always hide your wings and we can ride into town. We've done it before."
When Draco arrived home, his father was waiting for him in his study. Vek had personally met him at Fwella's stall to escort him. Vek said nothing about the meeting to Draco as he lead the boy towards the room. But when they reached the door, Vek sent Draco a sort of comforting look before departing.
"You wanted to see me Sir?" Draco asked as he walked into the room.
"Take a seat." Lucius said, with a wave of a hand. His head was down and he was looking over some papers. Draco took a seat before his father and waited for Lucius to look up.
When Lucius looked up he was wearing his customary reading glasses. He didn't need them but used them when he wanted to seem important. Draco wasn't fooled by his fathers clam appearance, he knew that behind Lucuis' eyes, he was livid.
"I hope that you said your proper good-byes to that flying horse of yours. It'll most likely be disposed of by morning." Lucius told Draco as if he were a stranger asking for the time.
Draco's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. "Fwella is mine, you can't do anything to her."
"She lives in my stables and off of my sickles. I can do what I want with her." Lucius sat back in his chair. "Besides, I can't have you running away again, now can I. Especially after I gave you a direct order."
"Father, I need a little freedom." Draco began thinking fast. He knew exactly what his father wanted to hear. All he had to do was say it in the right way. "I admit that I acted recklessly, and foolishly this morning. It was very wrong of me to do so. It was very childish and after spending the day away, I realized something very important."
Lucius nodded. "Go on. What did you learn?"
"I realized that to get the freedom I want, that I can't act like a child to try and get it. I must prove myself to be able to think and act rationally if I want to be taken seriously. I promise to try and act more responsible and mature in the future."
Lucius nodded with a slight smile. "Eloquently spoken, my son. Fwella shall be healthy for you when your punishment is over in a week. Until that time, you are under house arrest."
Draco's protest died on his lips. "Yes father. I understand."
"I only do this because I love you." Lucius said kindly. "You know that, right?"
Draco smiled and lowered his eyes. "I know father."
"Of course you do." Lucius said, leaning back over his papers. "You may leave."
Draco stood and gave Lucius a small bow before leaving. He walked with his head high and his back straight until he reached the landing that lead to his room.
"If this were a musical, I'd dance my way to my room while singing." Draco muttered.
"You will not, dear boy!" An old, stuffy painting of a long dead ancestor said behind him. "It's un-Malfoy like!"
Draco ignored the portrait with a sigh and walked to his room. When he reached it, he whispered his password softly and opened the door. He shut the door with his foot and leaned back against the heavy oak. He pulled the shrunken box out of pocket. He returned it to its original size and pulled the blue orb. He threw the box to the side as he snapped his fingers. 'Lapis' began to play throughout the room.
Draco rested his head against the wood as he listened to the music. Slowly, he slid down the door until he was on the ground. Draco wrapped his arms around his legs and buried his head in his knees while the violin played. The blood-red rays of sunset fell across his floor making everything glow, but not reaching him.
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