For Quidditch League Round 3: Beater 2: Atar 'God of Fire' [Persian]: Write about someone providing some type of comfort. Optional Prompts: Merlot and Golden Chalice
Draco Malfoy, as in the tradition of his forefathers, was dressed in merlot, holding a golden chalice. Why, was he wearing all one color instead of tastefully layer other colors to create the impression of a proud bearing that he was used to showing the rest of the world? He was standing before a grave, wondering why this had to happen to him. Why was everything so fleeting? He placed the golden chalice on the ground with shaking hands, as only the best for his friend, his comrade, Blaise.
He and Blaise had not been close when they were young, but going through Hogwarts, they had become close to one another. How could they not with all the tragedy that they went through? He was wearing merlot as it was his friend's favorite color, and it was in the tradition of his family to do so when visiting the grave of a loved one, even if death did not quite stick.
He felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and leaned into the comfort that was offered, leaning against the firm chest of his friend. Blaise was behind him, and he was not dead like he had thought for a few dark days, only incapacitated. He took the comfort that was offered, wishing that they could tell the world that he was alive. Only that was not truly the case, as Blaise could not move more than three feet from the grave site. Despite that restriction, he savored every minute that he had with the man and the comfort that was offered.
The golden chalice was special as it allowed Blaise to be more solid than he would be otherwise, allowing their bodies to touch, and comfort to be shared between the two of them. He would research ways to free the other man from purgatory, from the firey land that he seemed to be trapped in when Draco was not here, but he had found nothing. He would keep looking though, as Malfoys did not give up. They just added more time and resources, until a solution came into being, and he would keep the family tradition going.
Blaise would just hold his hand out for his and then Blaise would stroke his hand in comfort, telling him that it did not matter, only it did matter to him. Blaise mattered. Despite how many times people told him to give it up, that it was a lost cause. They didn't know the whole story. They couldn't as they would tell him, he was seeing things and to let the matter go completely. He couldn't. He would not leave his friend in limbo as his friend would do the same for him. He needed the comfort and the Blaise could provide it readily. So, he would do his best to make it a reality for them to be around each other forever.
Blaise would tell him that didn't matter, to just stop wasting his life on him and start living. He couldn't though. Didn't Blaise know how much he mattered to him? Blaise may not have cared about him the way he cared about him, but in the end, that didn't matter. He could care enough for both of them. When he finally got Blaise back, he knew Blaise would go after the next fruit of the month. Taking their money and killing them, just like his mother did. He waited on the sidelines, being there when everything went wrong. It always did with the other party dead except for the last time, when things went wrong, and led to their current situation.
He was unsure what had happened, having only seen the aftermath, been at the funeral, and then finally came to the graveside, all alone, just to speak to Blaise one last time, to remember all the good times, dressed in his merlot robes. To remember his friend, his comrade. Only when his tears started to flow did his friend materialize into being and hug him, comforting him, telling him he wasn't truly gone. It was then that he knew he had to do everything in his power to bring him back. So that way he could have this feeling all the time instead of small moments that he could have at the graveside. It had become his obsession, taking over every moment of his life, consuming his every waking moment. It was how he had discovered the golden chalice.
He had been reading through another book, the title all but forgotten at this point when he came across the picture of the golden chalice. The golden chalice made solid what was not, and it had been easy enough to get his hands on, though he did have to go to an adult shop to get it, and he could not help but wonder what it had been used for. Blaise had laughed his head off and explained that it was typically used by those who wanted to have fun times with ghosts. He had blushed so deeply, secretly wishing that it could be him as well but not allowing those feelings to cross his face. It was a good thing that he had so much practice keeping a mask up around those that he loved, as he was never quite what they needed.
Blaise must have seen the look in his eyes, as the arms around him tightened once more from their slacked position. The man turned him around, and he looked into his deep, hazel eyes, trying to hide all the feelings that were present. Blaise must have seen something that he was looking for, as he leaned forward, and the next thing he knew they were kissing for several long moments before they had to break away, clinging to each other tightly, not wanting to let go.
The wind suddenly blew around them, swirling his merlot clothes wildly. He watched with wide eyes as the merlot color seemed to bleed away from his clothes, leaving them a pale gray color. The golden chalice flew through the air and they swirled together into an odd mixture of the two and zoomed in Blaise. Blaise looked shocked for a moment before exploding into dust. He panicked for a moment before Blaise reformed, looking whole once more.
They embraced once more, kissing for a moment before slipping away from the grave site, deeper into the nearby woods, finding solace and comfort in one another for hours. He knew that he would soon have to return to reality but he did not want to. He wanted to run away with Blaise. His father was still healthy, so in the end, he allowed himself to be convinced to do just that, spending the rest of his life with his friend, his comfort, his lover, his husband, and his Blaise, with lots of merlot clothes and golden chalices to remember the moment that they reunited for years to come.