Draco was fucked.
His head was throbbing, probably from the blunt impact against Potter's wards. And now there was a large canine lying on him. He just couldn't catch a break.
This creature, obviously magical, was as big as him and quite beautiful, he had to admit. He always had a soft spot for furry animals, despite having watched Greyback have his fun with his prey. He must have shifted because the animal -he wasn't sure what it was yet- moved in its slumber and proceeded to lay its snout on his chest, effectively trapping him under its mass.
He hoped to Merlin that it wasn't some kind of security dog. He managed to squeeze his arms out from and tried to wiggle his way out from under it. He braced his hands on either side of him and pushed to gain some leverage and slide the mutt off of him. He couldn't even lift an inch off the couch. Who was he kidding? His malnourished and weak arms probably couldn't even pick up a heavy vase.
Defeated, he let his arms fall and let himself think about how he could extricate himself from the awkward situation with Potter. First, he kicks him in the nuts; then, he propositions him and tries to escape his hospitality. He needed to get out of this apartment at the very least. He didn't know how much longer he had to put up with the façade of 'Leo'. Honestly, couldn't he have thought up a normal name like Jack or Bob or something? He was sure Potter wouldn't hurt someone with a name as common as that.
He waited as he thought was a good 15 minutes before realizing his hands had started combing through the black fur on behind the creature's ear on their own. The creature who was currently nuzzling into his hand and letting out a long yawn. He stifled a gasp at the display of rows of sharp teeth. Not a dog, he decided.
It's looking at him now as if expecting him to do something other than lie like a vegetable under it. He quickly resumes his petting and feels more than sees a tail slamming into his knees. That's probably going to bruise.
He hears the familiar roaring of the Floo and the dog leaps off of him and rushes toward the sound.
"Your house smells like an unwashed Demiguise, Harry." he hears a familiar sing-song voice and he hurries off to the only room he could find -a closet.
The closet was very dimly lit and Draco could just barely hear what was being said. He felt something poking at his back and he could only pray that the mutt hadn't snuck in here with him.
"Sorry about that, Luna," Potter's voice came.
"Oh, don't be. It's a sign of impending prosperity for your neighbours. Although," Suddenly the closet door was thrown open and Draco stumbled gracelessly onto the carpeted floor. "You don't seem to have any problems with inviting people into your home. Oh, my. I didn't know that you were-"
Draco quickly got himself steady and managed to step in front of the blond. "I'm Leonardo White. Pleasure to meet you," he hoped his frantic eye movements would placate Luna.
She had seen him on the streets a few times and had offered to take him home several times. in fact, once she even brought him some sort of meat wrap when she noticed his exposed bones and sunken eyes. He threw those away, despite being the only food he had gotten that week. He just couldn't accept the kind gesture the girl who he trapped in his house was extending to him. Thankfully, her eyes still seemed lost in their usual dreamy gaze as she replied.
"Luna Lovegood. Do you always hide in your hosts' closets, Mr White?"
"Ah well, you see, there were certain circumstances that lead to my" Draco suddenly felt an odd stinging on his left arm and stopped talking. Thankfully Potter continued for him.
"What Leo here is trying to say is that he was trying another escape plan, after his last one failed so miserably, isn't that right?" Draco grinned sheepishly. "And I'm impressed with you, Luna. You managed to get his name much faster and less painless that me. Maybe I ought to take you along for my cases, eh?"
At the mention of her name, Luna snapped out of her seemingly daydream and focussed her blue eyes on Draco. "Do you mind if I talk to Mr. White in private? Maybe I can get something else out of him?"
Potter looked hesitantly at Luna and then at Draco before reluctantly nodding.
"Oh, and Harry, please don't send your dog to eavesdrop on us."
Draco meekly followed Luna to one of the few rooms in the apartment and waited as she looked him up and down. When he opened his mouth to explain, he was cut off by Luna's wand waving in his face. He felt the familiar tingles of a glamour being applied onto his face and his eyes widened in surprise.
"I'm very intrigued by you, Draco. And since I know that Harry wouldn't do you any harm, I don't see why you can't tell him who you are but you must have your own reasons. So, I'm going to come back here every few days to fix up your glamour and then when you're feeling healthier you will leave." Her voice turned suddenly stern at the end and Draco was compelled to agree. Luna could, apparently, be very scary when she wanted to.
"Now that that's settled, let's go back to the living room, shall we? Although I'm disappointed you didn't come to me for help, I'm glad you got help all the same," Luna said before she ran off to the living room. Honestly the world does not deserve such a pure heated person.
Draco found a mirror and checked out the glamour and found that it made his hair a little less platinum blond and a bit more champagne blond. His nose was more rounded and his eyes were tinged green, instead of greyish blue. He took another deep breath before moving to face Potter's wrath.
AN: Okay, so I haven't updated in forever and I don't know when the next update will be, only that there will BE a next update. Thank you for reading. Reviews are love