Malfoy's Secret Court
Chapter 2
Roberto cast another shield spell over his tent, this one making it invisible. He threw himself up onto Toby's back. Alright, which direction was the Malfoy manor again? HE searched his memories for the answer. Finally, after much thought, Toby and him lifted into the air and headed north. His estimate was correct, every once in a while he had checked the watch on his wrist. It had taken him around two hours.
He circled the area around Malfoy manor, searching the courtyard for any trace of Draco. There was no way he could see anything from this high up. Roberto growled as he descended a dozen feet or so. Aha, there he was. He shot through the air, moving towards the ground at frightening speeds. Roberto pulled up at just the right moment and Toby skid to a halt on the ground. He pulled back his black hood and turned to look at his brother.
Draco had grown some since they'd last seen each other, though that was to be expected. He was almost as tall as Roberto now, and his platinum blond hair still barely hung in front of his eyes. Grey eyes glinted as he stumbled towards his brother. Draco was dragging his trunk quite noisily towards him, and Roberto through a wand-less spell to shrink it in seconds. He summoned the trunk (now resembling a rather fancy matchbox) to his hand and shoved it into the pocket of his trench coat.
"Is there a problem?" Roberto asked. Draco began to shake his head, but he couldn't cover the wince as he tried to take a step. Roberto slid off of Toby and took Draco in his arms. He lifted the younger man onto the horse and climbed up behind him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Draco's waist and entangled his fingers in Toby's mane.
"Alright Toby, time to head home."
Toby's large skeletal wings beat furiously in the air as they rocketed into the sky. Roberto rested his chin on Draco's shoulder and asked, "Where did he hurt you, besides your leg?"
Draco didn't answer him right away. It was clear that he was still adjusting to the closeness, and tenderness of his older brother. Roberto's impatient growl alerted the younger man that he was still waiting for a response.
"My back, my stomach, and my, um, my…" Draco trailed off as a blush took his face and he closed his eyes. Roberto tensed. Draco need not say a word, Roberto already knew. His hold on his brother tightened, but he forced himself not to think about it. He was only picking up Draco so that he wouldn't have to feel guilty about what he did. That was it.
"I have plenty of healing potions for you once we get to my tent."
"Tent?" Draco asked incredulously.
"Yes, a tent. It's better to sleep in a tent and be constantly on the move when you're a thief."
"Ah, true."
The rest of the trip was spent in silence. The air was warm, reminding Roberto that he still had three weeks to decide if he was going to enroll at Hogwarts or not. Maybe he'd talk it over with Draco later.
After landing Roberto took off all of the shield charms and motioned for Toby and Draco to go before him. Draco gave him a strange look but entered the tent. Roberto followed, as he did so he returned all of the shield charms and enlarged Draco's trunk. Toby had already made himself comfortable in his bed across the room, and Draco was inspecting all of the other rooms.
"How long do you think we have until Lucius notices that you're not there?" Roberto asked as he heaved the trunk over next to his wardrobe.
"Probably a few days."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he only checks on my existence to beat me, which he only enjoys doing every three days or so. I have yet to figure out why." Draco reentered the room on that note. "You said you had some potions I could take, right?"
Roberto glanced up at his brother in wonder. How could he talk about it like that and laugh? "Oh yeah. Hold on a second, I think I have some stashed in the bathroom."
"Bathroom? How in the hell did you get a bathroom in here? Where does all the shit go? I mean, with you wandering around so much wouldn't it all end up in your pocket?"
Roberto whirled around to stare at his brother with an amused smirk flaunting his face. "Nope, I bewitched the toilet so that every time someone flushed it that whatever goes down the pipe ends up finding Voldemort where ever he is and falling on his head. Wicked, isn't it?"
Draco stared after him in pure bewilderment, "How did you manage that?"
"Shhh, that's a secret!" Roberto had reached the bathroom with Draco limping after him. The elder Malfoy was now digging around in a seemingly endless medicine cabinet. It was a few minutes of tinkering that led to Roberto pulling back with about four glass vials in his hands. He turned to face Draco and handed them all to him, telling which to take first. Draco did as instructed but Roberto didn't wait around to watch, he reentered the living room and collapsed onto the couch.
Draco followed him. When Roberto bothered to open one eye at his younger brother, he looked rather awkward, as though he wasn't sure what to do with himself. "Do you need to go school shopping sometime soon?"
"Um, yeah. Father was going to take me sometime next week."
"Ah, you know I've still been getting letters from Hogwarts. I was thinking of finally going this year, but I'm not really sure. I mean, I'm pretty sure that I've already learned all it is that they would plan on teaching me."
"You never know, maybe you'd learn something new. What else could you possibly be doing with your time anyways?" Draco asked, he took a seat in the large leather arm chair opposite the couch.
"I don't know; see if I could successfully steal from all of the Gringotts banks in the world. That might be fun."
"No way, no one can steal from Gringotts, it's impossible." Roberto smirked at that.
"Yeah, well I just did, tonight before I got your letter."
"One other thing…" Draco trailed off and stared at his feet. Roberto arched a single red eyebrow at his brother. "Yes?"
"What if Lucius comes for me?"
"Well, we'll just have to keep on the move then!" Roberto laughed, "That shouldn't be too hard. Besides, I can handle bad ol' Lucius any day. I'm way more powerful than him now."
"But Robbie, Father is a lot stronger than he used to be too! What if you can't win? What would happen to the both of us then?"
Roberto tensed at the use of Draco's old pet name for him. An awkward silence filled the room and it was obvious that now Draco regretted his slip. "We'd get our asses kicked and we'd be back to square one."
There was a pause before Draco retorted, "Well that's reassuring."
Sarcasm laced Draco's voice that Roberto did his best to ignore. "Whatever, are you going to sleep tonight or keep striking up conversations that don't end well?"
"I don't know. It depends on which bugs you more." Draco stood up and stretched, his words slightly slurred by an exaggerated yawn.
Roberto leaped up and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist while the younger man was stretching. Draco, being caught off guard, paused. "What are you do-"
Roberto captured his younger brother's lips with his. He deepened the kiss, only being able to do so because of Draco's shock. When he felt that Draco was thoroughly drowsy he pulled back.
Draco barely finished his original question, "-ing?"
The little dragon's eyes slid shut. Roberto smirked. Draco still fell for that trick; it worked every time when they were younger. He dragged him over to the couch and laid him down. Now, where did he keep his extra blankets again? Roberto went in search of them inside the linens closet. There they were, on the top shelf. He picked out a particularly think one and covered Draco up in it.
After that, Roberto left the living room and walked down the hallway that led to the bathroom and his bedroom. He slumped into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. Roberto barely made it to the bed and was even further surprised that he managed to get the blankets up and over him before he fell asleep.
The next morning, he was awoken at seven in the morning by a knock on his bedroom door. He drowsily opened his eyes and muttered, "What the fuck do you want this early in the morning?"
"Breakfast." The word was muted slightly by the door. Roberto rolled out of bed, literally, and stumbled over to the door. He was greeted by a brightly blushing face of his younger brother.
"By the way, I still haven't forgiven you for that!"
"For what?"
"You know what!" Draco hissed.
Roberto could see this becoming very amusing in the immediate future. He smirked, "No I don't, what are you talking about?"
"Yes you do!"
"Well maybe I do but the words are one the tip of my tongue." Roberto chose to lean forward and whisper this in Draco's ear, giving the soft lobe a sensual lick.
Draco shuddered, "Robbie, stop it!"
"Aw, but you're just so easy!"
"Shut up!"
Draco was about to storm off when he turned back, "What's for breakfast?"
"I'm not giving you breakfast until you say it."
"Robbie!"
"Dracey!" Roberto leaned up against the wall, his smirk still perfectly in place.
"Fine! I still haven't forgiven you for…"
"Yes?"
"-for k-kissing me!" Draco's face was as red as Roberto's hair.
Even though Roberto found Draco extremely annoying, he couldn't deny that the little dragon looked adorable when he blushed.
"There, now we can have some breakfast, and then we'll go get our school stuff."
"Wait, our school stuff? You decided to go?" Draco looked greatly surprised by that.
"No shit Draco."
"You're a meany!"
"No shit Draco."
TBC…
