A/N: Gomen, been busy watching FMA all weekend (it's 51 chapters after all)… Not much of an excuse for tardiness but boy did I have fun! So thanks for your patience.
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Draco
I woke up with a nagging feeling that I couldn't quite place. It took me a couple of seconds to re-orient myself before I remembered where I was, then a slow smile spread on my face and I snuggled backwards deeper into Oliver's arms. I could feel his prominent morning erection pressing oh so deliciously against my cleft. I glanced at the alarm clock and sighed, seven a.m., I wonder how long it'll take for my body's inner clock to adjust to the fact that I'm on holidays…
As I contemplated returning to sleep I finally figured what woke me up in the first place, my bladder was full to burst. I tried to ignore the persistent nag but as always it only served to fill my brain with images of water and the nagging feeling turned almost painful, so I had no choice but to leave Oliver's warm embrace and trudge to the loo.
I was hardly awake as it was and when I finished my business I found myself standing by the sink, letting the water run through my fingers, my eyes slipping shot.
"Morning." The soft voice was accompanied with soft lips attaching themselves to my neck and I literally jumped up, hands flying to my chest, dripping wet.
"Ollie," I croaked, "You scared the hell out of me." He smiled and nuzzled my neck again while rubbing the hand towel over my chest drying me up, hmm, this is sooo nice…
"I needed to use the loo." Oliver confessed with a chuckle and went over to the toilet to pee. I gulped and turned wide eyed to the sink again, only to see Oliver's naked back in the mirror, and immediately lowered my eyes to the running water, blushing furiously. We've been seeing each other for two months now and I've stayed in Oliver's room countless times and yet I've never seen him use the toilet, especially not so casually in front of me.
I was still gazing the running water when two strong arms snack around me to use the faucet. Oliver was muzzling my neck again with small kisses and I slowly melted against him.
"Draco, are you alright? You look awfully flustered." I lifted my head and our eyes met through the mirror, Oliver was right, I was flustered, my cheeks rosy pink with embarrassment.
"It's just… I…" I chewed my lip and tried to think of the best way to phrase- You just peed in front of me and that freaked me out completely.
"You're all in stitches because I used the loo while you're still in the room?" I nodded once, lowering my eyes. "You've been living in dorms for seven years now, how can you be so squeamish about this?" He asked in a highly amused tone that set me off defensively at once,
"Slytherins are very private people; we do not indulge in peeing fests." I answered daintily while turning in Oliver's arms, wrapping mine around his waist.
"I don't think I've ever been to a peeing fest before." He mused in humour and I rolled my eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you; I never used to have any problems with that sort of things before." He added in a serious tone and I hugged him tighter,
"It's ok; you just caught me off guard. I'm not terribly used to see someone relieve himself in front of me, or shower." I explained honestly, Oliver arms travelled a little lower and he gently pushed me backwards so that my bum was pressed to the cold tile of the sink, luckily the towel he used to dry me earlier with, protected my bum from freezing over.
"So, are you telling me that Slytherins shower separately?" He asked while peppering my face and neck with little affectionate pecks and nips that felt like butterflies all over my skin,
"Let's just say I didn't appreciate certain older team-mates interest in me." I said and turned my head to give Oliver clear working space, only to have him stop altogether and stare at me seriously, eyes narrowed in barely concealed anger,
"Who?" He demanded and I shook my head,
"It doesn't matter, it was years ago."
"Did anyone touch you?" It was really sweet, the way he jumped to my defence, ready to smite who ever wronged me,
"Don't worry, Ollie, you're the only one with access to my arse…" I assured him with a sparkling smile and ran my hands teasingly over the sides of his body,
"Draco, this isn't a joke. It is sexual harassment and a criminal felony if you're twelve." I nearly laughed out loud; Gryffindors… so fucking righteous it can drive you round the bend.
"No one touched me, I swear! You're the first person to lay a hand on my bottom since my mother last changed my nappy." With that I leaned forward and brought him to a kiss, I think we had just about enough of this topic.
"Good," Oliver whispered against my lips, "Then let's go back to bed, it's cold here and your nipples are stubbing me." The laughter bubbled inside me and tumbled on my lips. This is going to be a great day!
We made our way back to bed, kissing and touching and fell on it together. The room was cold enough for us to immediately burrow under the covers before anything. We lay facing each other, one hand caressing our chests and faces and the other firmly wrapped around each other's pricks. A morning hand job, I discovered, was just as arousing and satisfying as morning shag, perhaps even better since we could take our time and laze about it. Besides, having Oliver's callus hand over me was nothing short of miraculous, the way he knew just how to fist me to maximise my pleasure.
"Morning Sweetie!" The door banged open and the cheery voice was followed by an equally cheery woman, "Oh my…" She said when she saw us, smile widening, "Shall I get started on breakfast then?" She winked and disappeared closing the door behind her. I gaped in shock after her, oh, the mortification…
"Oh, fuck, Draco…" I looked at my lover with wide eyes only then discovered that in my shock I actually squeezed Oliver a little too tight, "Lovely, are you alright?" I pulled my free hand and ran it through my hair and covering my eyes,
"You mother…" I moaned in a shaky voice, that's it! I am never leaving this bed again; I shall just crawl under the covers and slowly die of humiliation.
"Yes, that was her. Would you like me to introduce you two?" He asked cheerfully and was I not on the verge of literally dying of shame I'd probably smack him one upside the head.
"Oliver that was you mother who just caught us giving each other a fucking hand job!" I cried, how the hell can he be so calm about it? Fuck, I get embarrassed when my mother sees me hugging Pansy, this is way worse!
"Oh, yeah, speaking of which, would you terribly mind releasing my cock, gorgeous, you're kind of hurting me." I looked down in surprise and lifted the covers only to discover my hand firmly wrapped around Oliver's cock and soiled with his spunk. I prayed my fingers and let him go with a slightly sheepish expression,
"You came." I said in wonder, looking at my fingers as if it was the first time I've seen my boyfriend's semen on my fingers. I muttered a quick "scourgify" and looked back at Oliver.
"Hmm, yup, I admit that an early morning shock-induced orgasm isn't the best way to wake up but from you I'll take anything." He said seductively and leaned in trying to kiss me, is he fucking kidding me? I shoved him roughly back,
"Good gods above, Oliver! Your mother just walked in on us! How can you still think about sex?"
"You always make me horny…" He purred and this time I did smack him upside the head, not too strong, just to deliver my point,
"That is no excuse! Gods, this is so bloody embarrassing!" I groaned and pulled the covers over my head,
"Just be glad it's Eva and not your mother." If Oliver was trying to make me feel better, he sure was taking the wrong floo line about it. I shook my head and rolled over to my stomach, burying my head under a pillow, please someone just kill me now… "Don't worry; Eva will live it down, quite happily too." He added in an aftermath,
"What do you mean?" I asked him, though I don't quite get how he could have heard me over the pillow and bed spreads.
"Well, when she caught me with a guy's mouth wrapped around my cock I thought I'd keel over and die on the spot," Yes, I know exactly how you feel… "But when she walked in on me buried balls-deep inside another bloke's arse that, by the way, happened to be tied to my bed… Anyway, I believe that fisting my boyfriend is pretty much as innocent as it comes." He smiled wide as the colour drained completely from my face, walked in on him… tied to the bed… oh, Merlin.
"Are you serious? She walked in on you while you…"
"Oh, yeah… it's because Eva never mastered the subtle art of knocking on one's door!" He nearly yelled the end of the sentence and I wondered why he bothered when I heard the soft chuckle from behind the door, and ducked quickly under the covers again,
"Would it be pancakes or waffles?" She asked,
"Waffles!" He called back and she was gone, but I stayed under my little sanctuary of covers. Oliver sighed and his hands groped me under the duvet to try and coax me out,
"Look, Draco, I'll have a word with Eva. Can't have you shocked into celibacy for the rest of the holidays, by my mother- no less." He looked so devastated by the thought I actually cracked a smile. "Come on beautiful; let's go get some waffles…" He said with a greedy smile and I rolled my eyes, but figured I might as well face that woman, the sooner the better. After all, if I was thinking of making things with Oliver work, I should at least not make a complete fool of myself by hiding after she caught us in a compromising position.
I dragged myself out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, wrapped in a heavy robe and slinking my way so that Eva wouldn't catch me. Once inside I locked the door both with the muggle latch and a locking charm- I was taking no chances here! After I was clean and ready to face the day- more or less, I stood in front of my wardrobe and tried to decide what to wear. On the one hand, it was an unspoken agreement that today we are staying home, lounging around or whatnot but I couldn't very well show in front of Eva wearing something sloppy. At the end I settled for a pair of tailored trousers and a sweater, not something I'd wear for a formal outing but still something I won't embarrass myself in.
I waited for Oliver to finish his shower and get dressed before we walked to the kitchen together. I felt like someone poured bubotuber pus in my guts making them squirming and roiling with discomfort. When we entered the kitchen I got my first real look on Eva Wood. She stood by the stove, clad in a large apron watching over a pan of sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs. When she heard us coming in she turned and gave us a huge smile that was everything Oliver yet more so.
"Good morning, dears. Sleep well?" She asked with a little wink, making me blush all over again and Oliver smile.
"Eva, I'd like you to meet Draco, my boyfriend, Draco, my mother."
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Oliver
There were many occasions growing up when I was more than ready to kill Eva, for her absolute lack of tact, and atrocious lack of shame- but none of these times felt like right now. For the first time in my life I was actually ashamed of my mother, and all because Draco's expression when she walked into the room. I really thought he would like Eva once he got to know her, her free spirit, and everything that made her (and me) so different from his own family, but right now I'm not too sure I want to know her myself.
"Eva, I'd like you to meet Draco, my boyfriend, Draco, my mother." I shot Eva a look that warned her to act like my mother rather than my brazen best friend, as she normally does, but I should have known better,
"You're gorgeous." She cooed and I actually smacked my hand to my forehead… she's just unbelievable! Draco's blush deepened, making him look pink and shy and quite true to Eva's words- gorgeous.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Wood." He said meekly and I nearly hugged him, if there was a sure way to get Eva to lose her calm it was to call her "Mrs. Wood", and indeed she bristled in disgust,
"Oh, dear boy, please! Call me Eva, Mrs. Wood is my mother, thank you very much!" she exclaimed in disgust and he smiled politely. Well, maybe I underestimated my boyfriend after all. I went over to the stove and grabbed two plates, filling them with all sorts of goods before placing them on the table, beckoning Draco to join me. Eva served herself and we sat down.
"So, tell me," she began and I nearly groaned, I have a feeling where this might lead, "Where do you come from, What's your favourite subject at school, How many men did you have before my son, What was your best orgasm?" I wonder, how legal would it be to stab your own mother with a fork…
"Hum," My poor Draco began bravely, his integrated self discipline and pride even managed to keep his blush at bay, "I come from Wiltshire, I like potions, I never had a man before your son and…"
"Don't answer that!" I cried, Merciful Zeus! This had gone far enough; I do not want my mother and boyfriend exchanging little anecdotes about my sexual prowess! Eva gave me a look that spelled "Spoilsport" and turned back to Draco,
"Are you a pure blood?" He nodded with a mouth full of waffle, "What family?"
"Malfoy." Eva looked pensive for a second,
"Then you must be Lucius' boy." Draco's eyes flew open, wide in shock,
"How did you know?"
"Eva is a sap for soaps," I explained, "She seems to think that pure blood families are better than any soap on telly, so she used to grill my father as to whom belonged to whom and how." Eva nodded in affirmation, I can still remember the little family trees she used to draw to amuse herself, good thing my father had such a good memory for names and dates.
"Let's see, your mother must be Narcissa Black," Eva began, face scrunched as she tried to remember the names, "Your grandmother is Juliana Everglott." Draco dropped his fork in shock at that,
"You know Nana Black?"
"Not personally, but her sister is married to Alden Spungen, Oliver's grandfather." Eva answered and I also gaped in shock,
"Bloody hell, that means we're cousins or something…" I blurred,
"Second cousins." Eva confirmed- neither of them looked too shocked at the prospect that I was actually fucking my relative… a small part of me reminded me that I actually knew this fact before because of Tonks but then again, I never felt any urge to fuck her…
"It's actually rather common for pure blood families to intermarry amongst themselves." Draco said in a level voice, and I shook my head in disbelief,
"Oh, come on sweety, It's not like you're planning on breeding together, is it?" Eva asked with a sassy little smile and I flipped her the bird, which earned me a tongue stuck out back at me. From the corner of my eye I could see that Draco was a little shocked by this carefree behaviour, just the way father always was. Pure bloods can be such stuck-ups and prudes sometimes.
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Draco
I think I'm in love… I've never ever met someone like Eva before. If I didn't know better I'd say she's escaped from the nearest loony bin, but there she was, passing jokes and rude comments with her own son.
I took a good look at Eva, this muggle therapist, who's job (as Oliver explained) was to listen to other people's problems and then try and fix them… maybe that's why she's like that… listening to people rambles all day can drive any sane person to the brink of insanity.
I couldn't really help but notice just how much Oliver resembled her- from the hazel eyes and light brown hair, to their identical smile and little quirks. I've never actually seen Oliver's dad but I had a feeling he didn't look at all like him, even his physic was much like Eva's- tall and lean, without a spare ounce of fat. Eva was smartly dressed in a trousers business-suit that sat beautifully on her. She wore no jewellery save a simple necklace with a dark-blue stone pendent framed between the lapels of her crisp white shirt. I could feel her eyeing me as well and I wondered if she might ask me out for some shopping, because I would just love to take her along.
Despite my initial discomfort at Eva's openness I soon warmed up to her, talking about myself and my family, answering her questions as accurately as I could. Luckily this session was sex-questions free, much to my relief because talking about your sex life with the mother of your boyfriend is just too much, even for Oliver it seemed. I still cannot believe that the first thing she asked me was about orgasms… not that I couldn't answer the question, if shove came to push, but I rather not, if it's all the same.
"So, how was your Christmas?" She asked me and I smiled, telling her all about the party at the Parkinsons, though sidestepping mentioning the encounter with Trevor Spungen. I noticed that even when she spoke of pure bloods and Oliver's father's family she never mentioned Oliver's father, not in name and not in reference. I was dying to ask about it but knew better than to actually do it.
"What did you for Christmas?" I asked Oliver, realizing I haven't asked him yet, and feeling like six kinds of prat for being this un-behaved.
"The usual," He answered, "We went to Glasgow to be with the family." Eva snorted at this and Oliver smiled, I looked curiously from one to another until Eva consented to explain,
"I have two older brothers and a sister, each spurting two to four children, who's started to breed themselves." I gave her a puzzled smile, and she continued, "The house was so full of brats running around that even Hamish got fed up." Oliver had already told me that Hamish was Eva's father, the patriarch of the Wood clan, and Clara was the matriarch- and the real force behind the throne as they say.
"He bellowed like mad and threatened to lock them all in the wood shed." Oliver explained with a laugh,
"It was horrible, all these crotch height little monsters running blindly around the house…" She mused sadly, and Oliver groaned,
"You think you had it bad? I think you could defiantly kiss the idea of grandchildren goodbye now!" He winced, obviously remembering the pain and they both started laughing so hard I couldn't help but join their mirth. Breakfast continued much the same way, and by the end of it I found myself joining their little jokes. This was defiantly the best breakfast I've had in years.
"Oh, crap! I need to scoot boys." Eva said with a sad smile after about an hour. "So, what are you two planning for the day?"
"We're going to stay in." Oliver informed her and she raised an interested eyebrow,
"Had a busy night, have you?" She said with a smile that could only be called- proud, which made me want to crawl back under the bed covers.
"No, you dirty minded wench, Draco had a tiresome journey from Wiltshire." He explained and she shrugged in a rather disappointed way.
"Oh, well then, say Draco, what are you doing tomorrow?" I looked up in surprise, I didn't have plans this far ahead,
"Nothing, why?"
"Fancy having lunch with me? We could go for a little bit of shopping later…" She suggested with a wicked smile, "We'll leave the grump home." She promised and jerked a thumb at Oliver, who rolled his eyes.
"I'd be honoured to have lunch with you, Eva." I said with a slight bow of my head that nearly made her wet her pants with happiness.
"Great! Now I really must dash." She leaned and kissed Oliver on the top of his head, whispering loudly, "You take good care of that one, he's a keeper." And with a little wink for me she picked up her stuff and left the flat. We sat in silence for a while until I chanced a glance at Oliver only to find him staring at me with amusement,
"What?"
"You do realize that now Eva loves you, probably more than she does me?" He asked,
"Don't be daft, Wood." I tossed back, quite embarrassed. I never used to leave good impression on mothers. Mrs. Crabbe thinks I'm evil and Pansy's mother thinks I'm the worst influence on her daughter- I bet if she wasn't trying so hard to suck up to my mother, she'd never let me set foot in the Parkinson's estate. "So, what do you want to do today?" Oliver asked as he started piling the empty dishes and levitating them to the sink.
"Dunno." I mumbled as I picked the jam and butter dishes in order to put back in the ice-box. "What did you have in mind?"
"I thought of having a quiet lie down on the sofa while reading the paper." I shrugged and nodded, sound good to me. We quickly finished cleaning the kitchen up and headed for the living room. I settled in the squashy armchair in the corner while Oliver spread out on the sofa.
"Here, you can have the sports." He said while handing me the said section.
"You don't read sports?"
"Not since my injury." He answered lightly, which made me flinch a little. How callus of me.
I took the paper from him and scanned it. Never one to follow sports too closely, I never gave the sports pages too much attention. Truth be told, the main reason I read this segment of the paper is to look at the husky Quidditch players, especially a certain keeper for a certain dark-blue uniformed team… but now I don't really have a reason to, right? Soon enough I got bored with the paper and got up to scan the bookshelves for something interesting to read. Most of the books Oliver kept were muggle-written, which wasn't much of a surprise because when it comes to literature, magical folk don't seem to make the cut. Nana Black always used to say that wizards just don't have enough imagination to come up with good stories. I always thought it was because muggle are so simple compared to us- they have to rely on their imagination far more than we do to understand simple ideas. Whatever the reason may be, muggles can write. But don't tell my parents I said something like that…
I ended up picking some book called "Howl's moving castle", I think it was mainly for the colourful cover. Yes, I'm just that shallow… The story itself wasn't too complicated, but it was written so beautifully that it just sucked you in and wouldn't allow you to put it down. When I finally finished it I looked up and was rather amazed to note it was already close to three in the afternoon. I looked over at the sofa and saw the most adorable sight imaginable. Oliver was fast asleep; mouth slightly gaped with one arm slang over his abdomen and the other falling off the edge of the sofa to the floor. I sat the book aside and crouched on my knees crawling as quietly as possible towards the sleeping beauty. I knelt before him and just looked at him for a long while, contemplating my next move. I knew what I wanted, and that seemed like a very good time to take it, even if it was a little low of me to seduce Oliver while he was sleeping- he wouldn't be able to resist me once he wakes up. But then again, I highly doubt he'd mind, either.
I placed the tips of my fingers on the narrow strip of skin that was visible in the junction between his draw-string tracksuit pants and his T-shirt. Oliver's skin was warm and so inviting I couldn't possibly hold my smile back. I licked my lips and slowly ran my fingertips over the soft skin, down under the waistband of his tracksuit pants and briefs. I bit my lip and swallowed hard as my fingers made contact with his hot flesh, it felt strange, but exhilarating somehow to be doing this in secret. Oliver's body stirred when he felt my hand moving on him but he didn't fully wake up, or at least he didn't open his eyes.
I continued moving my hand on him, slowly and deliberately, my eyes never leaving his face, his flesh hardening under my touch in a very satisfying way, until his eyelids began to flutter and opened slowly. It took him a second or two to focus but when he did a slow smile spread on his beautiful features and he arched his body into my hand. I smiled back at him, we understood each other. Oliver pulled his T-shirt over his head, before taking the back of my head and pulling me into a kiss. I climbed on top of him and straddled him. We didn't use words this time, neither of us wanted to speak, so we just let our bodies do the talking for us.
After we finished undressing each other I summoned the lubricant from the bedroom- the only thing I can do wandlessly is an "accio", guess it will finally come into good use… I let Oliver prepare me while our eyes were locked, it's been a week since we did that and frankly, Oliver issues or not, I've missed it. I leaned forward to catch his lips in a kiss again before lowering myself on him. We moved together, never breaking eye contact with each other, until I couldn't take it anymore and tossed my head back with ecstasy moaning deep and loud my love for Oliver.
After descending from our height we lay on the sofa cuddled together, holding each other. And I knew that, for once, things are going to be just fine.
A/N: Eva is a more refined version of Eddie from "Absolutely fabulous", loud, sassy and could drive everyone into madness, she's brilliant. I bet she even have her own Patsy.