Chapter 6
*Warning: May contain typos*
Severus sighed as he stepped into the Headmaster's chambers. What did the old fool need with him now? He still had a few days until he was required to be back to teach Potions, and the last he had heard his stand-in was doing fine. No one had blown anything up at least.
"Why have you called me here?" he questioned as soon as he saw the old man at his desk.
The old man looked up at him with those twinkling blue eyes. "I only wished to say that I am aware of where you have taken Draco and his father. I think it is wonderful that Lucius has finally seen the error of his ways and wishes to be free of Tom."
Of course, only Dumbledore would call the Dark Lord by his actual name. Severus always found it eerie, but he respected the old man for it. No one else would dare even think it. "Is that all, sir?" Surely, Dumbledore didn't summon him here just for that.
Dumbledore chuckled and popped a piece of candy into his mouth. "Of course not, Severus; I also thought that I should tell you that I have removed Harry Potter from Hogwarts as well."
Before the man concluded, Severus already knew what he was going to say.
"I have sent him to live with some friends of mine in Forks, Washington."
The Potions master placed a hand over his forhead; a major headache was bound to form. He could tell. "That will certainly be interesting, sir," he replied. This was not going to bode over well. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter could have a calm, civil meeting like a legless troll could do ballet.
Dumbledore laughed heartily, his eyes twinkling mischeviously. "It certainly will be."
TLA
Jacob stared into the campfire, just thinking...
It had been three days since he had gone to Draco's house, and he had wanted to bring Draco to the beach but the blonde still refused to leave his room. He only told Jacob a little bit about the problem, and it was enough that he decided that he never wanted to envoke his mate's wrath. Draco could hold a grudge; it wasn't even like he was an ass to his father or anything like that, he gave him the cold shoulder... which was worse in Jacob's opinion. He could tell that Draco was wearing thin though; if he had to guess, he would say that would be forgiven any day now.
But back to Draco...
Jacob went to see him every day for school work, and he still got the feeling that he was missing something. There was definitely something about Draco... something different. And not normal different, different different. It was to the point now that Jacob was convinced that Draco was another mythical being; not a werewolf like himself, and most certainly not a vampire... What was he?
He had been thinking it over since it hit him. He had been racking his brain, thinking over every single legend he could remember. Nothing like Draco crossed his mind.
Like Draco?
What was like Draco?
Well, for starters... He's insanely sexy. He's smart as a whip and has to help me with some of my work. His house is hideous until you walk inside it, then it plays tricks on your mind because it's obviously a lot bigger than it looks.
It was kind of like pulling a rabbit out of a hat... except there was no rabbit and nothing was being magically pulled out of thin air. But it was like the idea! Something small... Then BAM something big... And how did Draco get up the stairs before he locked himself in his room? As far as Jake could tell, the stairs were normal wooden stairs. There was no ramp, no wires, no buttons; just wooden stairs. And what was up with that weird P.A. system? He saw no microphones, no speakers; there was nothing even really technological in the house except in the kitchen! He didn't even see any TVs! And 's preferred lighting was by a bunch of candles; beautiful but weird... Very weird...
And, not that this bothered Jacob one bit, but Draco was really... What would be a good word? He was really... Hmm... He was really understanding? Does that work? Because it fits...
Jacob couldn't deny that sometimes when he was with Draco, he kind of lost his place. For example, when he had gone to Draco's house the second time he found his mate asleep. He hadn't been able to resist; he had to touch him. Draco had looked so calm and so peaceful and so damn beautiful... Jacob had reached out and laid his hand gently on the blonde's cheek; he liked very much the stark contrast between Draco's pale skin and his own dark skin. And he had to trace those soft pink lips that parted ever so slightly at his touch.
He almost had a heart attack when the blonde suddenly asked him what he was doing. He thought Draco would get mad at him; he didn't. When Jacob apologized, all Draco said was, "Don't worry about it." And he smiled.
And yesterday! Oh... Yesterday just put the icing on the cake!
Here's what happened...
Jacob knocked on the door, waiting for to answer it and let him in. Every day, opened the door with a little more happiness towards him. He didn't think the man didn't like him; it was probably just the effects of Draco's silent treatment on the man that put him in a bad mood. Jacob had only met him a few times, but he could tell that he really loved his son. He could also tell that Draco was almost done with the cold shoulder act. He wasn't exactly sure why he thought that, but (and this might seem a little weird) there was an odd feeling in the house that made Jacob think that the two blondes fighting was an extremely rare occasion. Plus, Professor Snape may have said something about it as well...
Anyways, when opened the door, he smiled and welcomed Jacob. He was always a very polite man.
"Good afternoon, ." Jacob always tried to be as respectful as he could. After all, he wanted the man to like him when he foud out that he would be dating his son.
"Good afternoon, . He's up in his room... still..."
Jacob nodded and walked up the wooden stairs. When he got to the desired room, he didn't knock; Draco told him he could just come in. So, he walked in, and there was Draco sitting in his wheelchair... which was odd because he was normally sitting up on the bed.
"Jacob!" the blonde exclaimed, holding a hand up, "Stay right there!"
Jacob nodded, surprised. "Is something wrong?"
Draco waved his hand dissmisively. "You always think something is wrong; I'm fine. But watch..."
Jacob watched as Draco slowly straightened one leg out... only for a few seconds... and then he straightened out the other, also for just a few seconds. His breath came a little heavier, but he had the biggest, proudest smile on his face. "Did you see that!" he exclaimed like an excited child.
Jacob nodded enthusiasically. "Hell yes I saw that! Way to go!" He walked to his mate now and couldn't resist but to ruffle his hair. "How long have you been working on that?" he questioned, sitting before him on the floor.
Draco tried to smooth out his mussed up hair. "I can't just lie in bed all day," he said matter-of-factly. "And I want to walk again as soon as possible. I hate using a wheelchair."
"You're very determined," Jacob pointed out with a smile.
"Well of course," Draco replied, flushing slightly, "It's the only way to get what you want."
"Anything you want?" Jacob questioned, thinking about the blonde in front of him.
"No... some things you can't help, and some things are your's already."
There was something odd in the way he said that, and once again Jacob felt like he was missing something. Oh well... he'd find out eventually right?
He stood and stretched with a satisfying pop in his back. "I brought some more school work," he said, "And it's a doozy. I can't make any sense out of the math."
"Okay," Draco replied, "But can you help me do something first?"
"Of course," Jacob answered. "What do you need?"
"Well... I've been wanting to try something... Come here."
Jacob felt a pulse of excitement shoot through him. Did Draco want to kiss him? Was it too good to be true?
He practically jumped to the blonde's side.
Draco looked up at him, having to lean his head back a good bit. "Could you pick me up?"
And ravish you? Of course I can! "Sure," Jake replied cooly, as he scooped the blonde up in his arms. That feels good... He had to resist the urge to cuddle the blonde to his chest. "But why?" Because you want me to kiss you! Say it, please!
"I want to see if I have any strength at all in my legs."
Awe... Damn.
"Will you stop holding me like a woman?"
"Oh," Jacob said hurriedly, "Sorry." He blushed a bit; curse his thoughts. "Here ya go..." he continued as he gently placed the blonde on his feet. He had his hands securely on his waist, and he was still holding most of his weight up.
Draco was still looking up at him, but it wasn't as big of a difference now. It was only a few inches. "I like the view much better from here," he said suddenly, "When I don't have to crane my neck to look at you."
Jacob smiled brightly. "You have pretty long legs; taller than I thought." Was Draco blushing? He liked it. "Can you stand up?" he questioned, releasing his hold on the blonde's waist.
"Ah!" Draco exclaimed, "Don't let go!" He threw his arms around the taller male's neck.
They looked at each other in surprise for what seemed like an eternity before Jacob's heart got the better of him and he kissed the unsuspecting blonde.
He still couldn't believe he'd done it. And he thought for sure that Draco would hit him or get angry, or something! But when Jacob pulled away from those mind-blowing lips, all the blonde said was, (once again) "Don't worry about it." And he offered that same smile that followed those words!
Call him crazy, but Jacob swore that smile was a knowing one... Like Draco knew everything that was going on with them! Like he knew about the imprint! Like he knew that they were soulmates!
But that was silly! Draco couldn't know! Then again... Wasn't Jacob tossing around the possibility that Draco was a mythical being?
God! That was dumb too!
Grr...
He closed his eyes and plopped back into the sand.
Why is everything always so complicated with imprints? Couldn't they have it easy with their soulmates at least? No. They couldn't.
Sam was dating Leah but imprinted on Emily. One of his friends imprinted on a little girl; he would be waiting for her for a while. And he, himself, imprinted on a guy, in a wheelchair, who is possibly not even human. Had his ancestors done something horribly wrong that had encouraged the wrath of Lady Fate? Because honestly, this was ridiculous!
He had been lying on his back in the sand for a good ten minutes, listening to the sound of his pack goofing around, before it was suddenly quiet. Very quiet.
Hmm... That's weird...
He wanted to sit up, but there was something on top of him, holding him down. He wanted to open his eyes, but when he did it was pitch black. Was he blind folded?
What the hell?
Suddenly, the scent of his mate enveloped him, and that weight on his chest? It felt suspiciously like a person... A scantily clad person... With long, bare legs straddling his waist...
Ok, you see? This kind of weird shit he didn't mind at all.
"Draco?" he questioned.
"Yes, Jacob?" he heard the blonde purr. Damn, that's sexy. Jacob felt two soft, warm hands run up his bare chest, rubbing it in the most incredibly amazing way.
"Not that I mind, but what are you doing?"
"We're playing a game, don't you remember?"
"A g-game?" It was those damn hands! Making him stutter like an idiot! "What game?"
The hands stopped. No! Don't stop! "Well, we were playing hide-and-seek, but as the rules go, since I found you, then I get to do with you as I please. And this is what I want to do."
"I've never heard those rules before." Although they are a very nice adaptation. Maybe next time, he should try harder to find Draco.
Wait. They hadn't been playing some sexy version of hide-and-seek. Draco hadn't even been here!
The hands started rubbing on him again. It was a massage from heaven. Then, those hands began an almost agonizing trail down...
Draco purred again. "You like that?"
"I like that very much," Jacob replied.
And then he was hit by that same damn ice truck! What the hell!
All of a sudden, there was nothing on top of him and he could see just fine when he opened his eyes.
Standing all around him in a circle with large grins on their faces, was his pack. And Paul had a bucket in his hands.
"You were playing a game?" Embry questioned.
"And what did you like very much?" Quil teased. They all burst out laughing.
Jacob jumped up to defend his pride. Thus, another dog fight commenced.
TLA
Draco sat up in his bed, breathing heavy. That was a strange dream... again.
He reached over to the wand on his bedside table. Placing it to his throat, he called for his father. "Father! Father, come here!" His voice boomed through the house, like it were via a muggle P.A. system.
Lucius jumped up from the chair he'd been occupying to read in, and almost bounded up the stairs to his son's room. He didn't bound though, because sophisticated members of society did not do that. He was happy when he could easily open the door and no wards kept him out.
"What's wrong, Draco?" he questioned, walking in. He noticed his son's flushed appearence and his heavy breathing. "Are you okay?" he asked, alarmed.
Draco propped himself up on the bed and tried to calm himself. "I'm fine," he replied, "I just had an odd dream."
Taking in the flush and the heavy breathing once again... "Was the wolfshifter in it?" A deeper blush... "So it was that kind of dream," Lucius pointed out. "Was he any good?"
Draco just stared at his dad, mouth agape.
Lucius reached forward and pushed his chin up with a laugh. "Gentlemen do not gape, son."
Draco still just sat there for a minute. Had his father really just asked him that? He shook his head a little to clear it. "Nothing happened," he finally said, "But that's not why it was weird. I think... I think we were sharing the dream."
"Oh? And why do you think that?"
"Well... This is the second weird dream I've had. In both, I am fully aware of what's going on, as is Jacob, but before I wake up Jacob suddenly forgets everything that's been going on. Then it gets really cold, and I wake up."
Lucius thought about it for a moment. "I believe it is entirely possible that you could have been sharing the dream. It was your dream, and when Jacob fell asleep it became his dream as well. As for the cold, I guess it's cold where he's sleeping."
"So you can share dreams?" Draco questioned.
"Yes," Lucius replied, "Dreams can be shared. It's an unconscious form of occlemency. It can only be done through very strong bonds; you two must have a very powerful binding around your souls." He smiled. "You are very lucky; most people never have the chance to find the other half of their soul."
So, Draco came to this forsaken place to be safe from Voldemort, and in the process he found a bunch of wolfshifters and one of them is his soulmate. And apparently they had such a strong bond that they could share their dreams. Was all of this just coming at him from out of nowhere? Or was it just him? He was trying really hard to be understanding and easy-going. He didn't want to turn in the angry, confused, prat that was building up inside of him, because it was there... just waiting to come out and throw a fit.
He had to admit that meeting Jacob made him feel like being in this muggle hell-hole wouldn't be too bad. In fact, he could say he was happy right now. Jacob was funny and nice to talk to; it was comical to watch him figure out his school work. He was just hard not to like, even if they weren't soulmates. Draco was working very hard on walking again; he wasn't so pissy about having to be in the chair because honestly, it gave him an excuse to be fawned over. Jacob could not tell him no. (Would you hand that to me? Okay, Draco. Will you get me a drink? Sure, Draco. Open the window. Will do. Do this; Okay.Do that; Sure.) It was nice.
He was even being very understanding with the whole soulmate thing. He was letting Jacob move at his own pace, letting his do whatever he was brave enough to do. Like that kiss! Draco had been caught off gaurd, but he had smiled and told the big guy not to worry about it. He couldn't deny that it had felt good. But regardless, they had only just met and it was just moving along so quickly. And Draco was soaking it all in and letting it play out. He was understanding and trying not to let the sudden changes in his life bother him. Like finding out he could get pregnant! Perfect example! He was doing a really good job of not letting it bother him.
He was worried though, that if anything else decided to jump out at him, he'd snap. There was only so much he could just roll with.
"Tomorrow is Saturday," Lucius said, "Is Jacob coming over?"
"I don't know," Draco replied. "Maybe not because it's not a school day and he has no excuse to come see me."
"He needs an excuse?"
"Well, no, but he doesn't know that I know anything, and he probably doesn't want to seem like he's being too clingy or something."
"He's going about this awefully slow," Lucius commented. "You wouldn't reveal yourself before he came out to you would you?"
Draco raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Why...?"
"What? No reason at all!" Lucius replied, a bit too quickly.
The younger Malfoy sighed. "You and Severus have another bet going, Father? What is it? Which one of us will reveal their magic first?"
Lucius looked scandalized, but Draco recognized the humorous gleam in his father's eyes. "I would never! Wizard's of good standing do not gamble."
"They also don't live in the muggle world, right Father?" Draco questioned pointedly.
Lucius laughed. "No, they don't." He reached forward and hugged his son tightly. "I'm sorry I kept something from you; I just didn't think it would ever matter."
Draco hugged the man in return. "I know; I understand." How couldn't he? He had never thought he'd be with someone that could even get pregnant either. "Just don't hide anything else. I'm not a little boy anymore; if it's important I want to know."
Lucius pulled away and nodded. "I have definitely learned my lesson," he finished. "Now, go back to bed."
"Good night, Father."
"Good night, Draco."
TLA
When Jacob woke up the next morning, he was oddly refreshed. It was Saturday and they didn't have school! Hell yes! But, oh no, that means that they had no schoolwork...
He trudged his way to the kitchen, depressed. Now he had no excuse to go to Draco's house... Awe... And he was definitely not pouting.
"Good morning, Jacob," his father exclaimed; sipping his coffee at the small kitchen table. He put down the red mug and watched as his son plopped down in the seat across from him. "What's wrong, Son?"
Jacob dropped his head onto the table. "I don't have school today."
"Who are you, and what have you done with my Jacob? He hates school."
The large teen lifted his dejected head up enough to glare at his smiling father, before he plopped it right back down.
The man picked up his paper and began to read. "You know..." he said casually, "It's supposed to be warm and sunny today... Perfect day for a tour of the beach..."
"My friends have seen the beach, Dad; they live on the Reservation," Jacob replied, banging his head lightly on the table a few times.
Billy flipped a page. "Maybe you have a friend off the Reservation...?" He still just looked casually at his paper, like he wasn't hinting at anything at all.
Jacob sat up suddenly. "Dad! You're a genius! A tour! Good excuse!" He ran to his room to pull his pajamas off and hurriedly threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. He was out of the house before Billy could even flip the page again.
The man just smiled and shook his head.
TLA
"Lucius," Severus began, watching as his friend scanned over a bunch of documents, "You know that Dumbledore called me to his office yesterday?"
The man only nodded in reply, keeping his eyes on the document.
"Well... He told me that his friends were hosting Harry Potter at their place just up the road; it said it would be interesting."
But Lucius had stopped listening after Harry Potter. He put his work down and looked at his friend. "Please tell me, that I did not hear the name Harry Potter."
Severus sighed. "You did, I don't know what the old bat was thinking. He knew you and Draco were here, and he knows that they hate each other. Are you going to tell him? Or should it? He needs to be prepared, just in case they accidentally meet."
"I-" Lucius began, but there was a knock on the front door.
"I bet that's the wolfshifter," Severus said. "Ten Galleons?"
"I know when I'll lose bet," Lucius replied, walking to the door. Sure enough, it was Jacob. "Hello," Lucius said, pulling the door open. "He's upstairs."
"Actually, can I talk to you first?" he questioned the man; he nodded. "Well, it's supposed to be sunny today, and warm, which doesn't happen often, so I was just wondering... Could I take Draco to the beach? Would that be okay?"
"The beach...?" Lucius felt a tug on his heart at those words, but it wasn't as painful as he thought it would be to think of Draco's mother. He smiled. "If he wants to go, please take him," the man replied.
Jacob smiled and bounded up the stairs.
"What about Harry?" Severus questioned.
"What are the odds that after just learning this information, that they would meet today, on the beach? It will be fine until later."
TLA
SasunaruTLA: GASP! Could that little tid bit at the end be foreshadowing? I don't know... Heeheehee
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