Chapter 9
*Warning: Probably contains typos*
"Wow, Draco! You're amazing!" Seth exclaimed, holding a fancy watch that once been a simple chunk of rock.
The blonde laughed. "Yes, of course. I know." He had never felt this light before, so happy and smiley. If he had been asked a few years ago what made him happy, he would have said beating Harry Potter in Quidditch or making his father proud. It was always something that he had to work for; this, just goofing off with the wolves, was fun and he wasn't even trying. It was great!
"So hey..." Seth added, "Sense you're magical, can't you just heal up your legs and make yourself better?"
Leah popped him on the back of the head, holding her own fancy used-to-be-rock. Jake hit him next.
"It's okay you guys," Draco laughed. "I guess I didn't tell you. This 'illness' was magically induced, by my godfather. I have to work it out with physical labor."
"So you're not terminally ill?" Jacob questioned, a huge, giant, HUGE weight lifting off of his chest.
The blonde shook his head. "Definitely not," he replied. "Were you worried about me?"
"Of course!" Jacob exclaimed. "I finally found my imprintee, but I thought fate would take you away from me too soon!"
Draco found himself blushing again. Dammit! He needs to stop doing this to me! "I should be fine soon; at least, I hope so. I'm sick of being an invalid."
"Jake's dad is in a wheelchair," Paul said with a smirk. "He's an 'invalid' too," he tried to mock with an English accent.
Draco looked up at the wolf and very seriously said, "You'll scare babies with a voice like that Baffoon." While the rest of the wolves laughed, he turned his silver eyes to Jacob. "You haven't said anything about your family or yourself for that matter Mr. Black. I've told you and your friends my life story just about. Now, it's your turn."
Jacob was chuckling at Paul's expense, but he smiled at Draco. "Okay," he said. "But since these guys know everything about me anyways... how about you and me ditch them?"
"That sounds like a plan," the blonde replied. "I think Baffoon might have fleas."
Another round of laughter insued at poor Paul's expense.
"Bye guys!" Jacob called as he began to push Draco's chair and the blonde away.
"See ya!"
"Bye Draco!"
"Don't stay out too late!"
"See ya later Draco!"
The larger teen laughed. "It seems my friends like you more than they like me."
Draco smiled. "I'm amazing, I know." Normally when he said this, it was haughty and prideful, but with Jacob he meant it lightly and jokingly. Jacob-Draco certainly was a happy bloke.
"You really are," the wolfshifter replied. "I mean, you're a fucking wizard! That's so cool! You have this amazing, yet dark, lifestory... Wow... You're so interesting! And I thought it was exciting to be able to shift! But to wield magic, and to know potions, and to have seen dragons... I'm surprisingly boring compared to that."
This was probably a good place for Jacob-Draco to take-over because Draco would probably make himself sound like an ass. Jacob wasn't boring, not to him at least. He hasn't bored me once... but how do I say that? We are still new to each other... Just saying it would be best, right? Right. "You're not boring," Draco replied, "At least not yet." Dammit Draco! Was it necessary to add that last bit? Now you look like an ass!
But he didn't, not to Jacob. He laughed. "I'm glad," he replied. "So, you wanted to hear more about me, right?"
The blonde just nodded his head as they came to a stop far enough down the beach to where the others were out of hearing distance and looked significantly smaller. There was a large piece of driftwood next to Draco's chair that Jacob sat on; they were almost equal in height.
"Well, for starters," the large teen began, "I've lived here my whole life. I've never left this grand state of Washington, although I've wanted to many times. I've always wanted to see the world, but my mom died when I was little, leaving me, my two sisters, and my father behind. I was the youngest so my family took care of me, but then Dad got hurt and could no longer use his legs. Soon after this my sisters graduated high school and had to get out. I was the only one left to take care of my father, but really he didn't need it. He's a strong guy." He smiled fondly at the thought of his father; the man really was great, and strong. "Then, a few years ago the Cullen family moved in... They're cold ones."
"Vampires," Draco piped in, listening intently. Jacob really did have a great voice for story-telling. It was different from his natural voice somehow... Does he even notice that he does it? Change his voice? Well, whatever, it's a really... He blushed... sexy change.
"Are you blushing?" Jacob asked, smiling. "Why are you turning red?"
"What!" the blonde shot out apalled, "I am not! I don't know what you're talking about!"
The larger teen continued to laugh. "I can see it, Draco, I'm not blind. What were you thinking about? Not the vampires hopefully..." He looked at him worriedly then.
The blonde waved his hand dismissively. "Of course not, those creatures are friends of a man that I can barely tolerate. Do not even waste the time to think that I think about them in any way at all."
"Good... so then... were you thinking about me?" He watched as the pale skin of his mate warmed up some more.
"I wasn't."
"You were!" he exclaimed happily. "What were you thinking about?"
Draco looked at him stubbornly.
"Tell me, please?"
More stubborness.
"Please?"
Sigh. "Fine... I was just thinking that when you tell stories your voice sounds different..."
Jacob looked at him. "Does it really? Different good or different bad?"
"I didn't notice it the first time you told a story, but this time I did."
"And, is it a good difference or a bad one?" The pale skin darkened a tad bit more, but the blonde wouldn't answer. "A good one?" Jacob questioned. No answer. "A good one?" Still nothing... Oh... you'll answer my question... "A good one? A good one? Was it a good one? A good one?" he paused for a second, but then continued. "Was it a good one? A good one? A good one? Is it a good one? A good one? A go-"
"Yes!" Draco finally exlcaimed. "It's a good difference! Sexy even! Are you satisfied?"
Jacob leaned back on his driftwood-seat and smirked. Why yes I am satisfied Draco, thank you. "It wasn't that hard of a question to answer was it?" he questioned.
The blonde 'hmphed' and looked away. Damn! He got me... I would have cursed anyone else. "Continue with your story," he mumbled, but Malfoys don't mumble. Too late... Double damn.
"Of course," Jacob replied, "I'll use my 'sexy voice'."
TLA
"Severus," Lucius said, pacing quickly around the room, "I feel faint. I feel like the world is about to crash down around me." He felt like he'd been hit by an emotional ton of bricks and each brick was steadily crushing him. This was awful; his life was awful. All because of his family and their damn ties to the Dark Arts, he had been forced to make the worst decision of his life; he'd already lost a wife to this decision, and now he'd put his son at risk as well. "That evil man cannot have Draco. I will not allow it. I will not. They are going to find us. They are going to take Draco from me and give him to that thing! I'll lose my son like I lost my wife, and I can't do anything about it! I-"
"Lucius!" Severus exclaimed loudly over his friend's ranting. He grabbed the blonde man by the shoulders and forced him to a hault. "Look at me Lucius," he instructed. "Look at me!" The man's blue eyes finally met Severus's own dark brown ones. "I've told you already. Nothing is going to happen to Draco. You and I have yet to fail him, right? And we're not going to start failing him now. Okay? Do you understand? Unless Albus completely goes insane, the Dark Lord will not know about Forks. He will not come here. They will not take Draco from you, and the Dark Lord shall not have him." The blonde nodded weakly. "Let's get you to bed, Lucius, you look like shit."
"But Draco's not home yet! And the sun is out!"
Snape began to steer the blonde to his room. "The sun will go down soon enough, and your son is with his soulmate. I promise you, he is fine. You are no good to him or yourself with bags under your eyes and Firewhiskey on your breath. A good, long, night's sleep is just what you need." When it seemed the blonde might protest some more, Severus pulled out his wand. "You can do as I say willingly, or you can force me to use my wand on you. Understand?"
Lucius smiled slightly and allowed himself to be lead to his room. "You're always looking after me Severus."
The black-haired man smiled. "Of course, someone has to."
TLA
hmmm... i was gonna keep going but... NO! I'll just make the next one much longer! ^^
And I am aware that some things I say may not be factual when compared with the books, i.e. Draco's wand. I don't make mistakes like that by accident, ok? lol Snivellus was a mistake though, a real one. That was an accident! ^^ Everything else is purposeful because that's what I want to do! :D If that bothers you, I'm very sorry but that's what I do. Please forgive me!