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A House Of Rescue
Going Soft
They had been living with Draco for a month now and had come to grips with the routine of things. The boys had been inrolled in literally the best school around for them, Draco's decision of course. Now today Draco was out, with Death Eaters most likely and with the boys at school Seamus was alone at home, with nothing to do but clean. So clean he did, he put on a CD and cleaned the flat from top to bottom until it nearly shined.
"Woah," Draco gasped as he opened the door. He'd never seen his flat so clean, so tidy. And he'd never come home to the sound of children playing and food cooking, that is until he rescused Seamus and the boys.
"I had nothing to do all day so I clean," Seamus explained in a slightly fearfull tone.
"Well...you did a good job," Draco said, looking around him. Seamus then noticed something not quite right,
"You're dripping blood on the floor."
"What? Oh God yeah, um..." his pale hand pressed to a wound hidden by his shirt. "I sort of cut my arm today." Seamus grabbed a towel and lifted up Draco's shirt, pressing it to the rather large cut he found there. He applied pressure to it while using his free hand to fetch the first aid kit for on top of the cupboard.
"How did you get this?" Seamus asked as he opened a bandage.
"A resistant...mission," Draco said quietly.
"Oh, I understand," Seamus took the bloody towel off and pressed the pad part of the bandage to it before starting to wrap the bandage around it. "It didn't cut your vein, you should be fine."
"That's good to know," Draco smiled at him.
"Daddy! Make him give it back!"
"No it's mine! I won't give it back!"
"It's mine daddy! Honest it is!"
"It's mine!"
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
"I'd better go and sort them out," Seamus said, smiling slightly. Draco laughed and nodded.
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
"Boys!" Seamus shouted slightly as he went into the other room. The two boys continued arguing and Draco heard Seamus placating both of them with ease. In the time that they had lived with Draco the Death Eater had become alright with dealing with children but he was no where near as good as Seamus and sometimes he almost envied the other blonde for having two lovely sons, for having a family that cared.
"I'm going soft," he hissed at himself, getting a cup from the cupboard. 'But maybe that's not a bad thing.'
A/N Anything particular you'd like to happen 'cause my only plotline at the mo is getting them together so suggestions wouldn't go un noticed.