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bottom_dracoIt's a Wee Little Ficlet, pre-slash with some mentioned het, featuring Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco. Will they find the Horcrux? Will Harry admit to liking him some fine ass? Find out if I actually write the second half.
Pg-13.
"It was a dark and stormy night..." Ron began. The fire had to be contained, but it still gave off light and shadows to play across his face. Two weeks on stake-out in the middle of a creepy forest had reduced the trio to ghost stories and spin the bottle. That game was generally used when Harry wanted those two out of his hair, and into their tent. Ron's turn started with his usual phrase.
"Weasley, I swear to god, if you ever start another story with that line, I will kill you." Draco sauntered out of the woods, into the fire light, and sat on a free log. A leaf, stuck in his hair, accented his wild appearance.
"Whauh?"
"Eloquent, Potter. Really. Well, you've been here for what, a month? Trying to find Snape and me. Well, let me be the first to explain. He deposited me into a wee little cabin and disappeared as fast as he could. He has my wand, my owl, and by now probably my family's money. I have cans of food that I've been bashing open with rocks. I am tired, I am hungry, and I'd really rather end up in Azkaban than continue to stay here."
While he put on a brave face, his tilted head and lowered eyes gave him away. Hermione could pick up little details like a professional investigator, but even Ron and Harry could see that Draco was scared, lonely, and as dangerous as a kitten.
"Azkaban? Seriously Malfoy, you think very highly of yourself. And not much of Dumbledore. He did promise you refuge...in exchange for you help," Harry said as evenly as he could. One of Dumbledore's last lessons had been to try to find forgiveness for others. Harry was spotty at it, but he was trying.
Draco's head snapped up, eyes furrowed.
"Whauh?"
"Eloquent, Malfoy. Really." As she spoke, Hermione handed over a bottle of water, cap off. "Drink slowly or you'll make yourself sick."
Draco looked at it for a moment, staring at the flames' distortions through the curves, before quietly saying, "Thank you." And he took a sip. They all were quiet while they watched Draco's slow drinks. When he was halfway through the bottle, Ron produced half a sandwich from his pack. "Remember that whole slow thing," was all he contributed. He in turn got his "Thank you," directed at the sandwich. After both water and food were finished, he sat still. They could all see as his muscles tensed, as wary disquiet overtook him. Harry broke it.
"We are going to have to...check through your things, Malfoy."
"What things, Potter?" Draco held up his empty palms.
Harry had the grace to blush. "Your clothes. You'll, uh, have to remove them. Ron or I will have to watch you...just to guarantee there isn't anything you're hiding. After that, you'll be just like any other person here."
"Except I have no wand and you'll all have gotten to see me naked in the forest."
Markedly, Ron did not explode. "Cut the wounded act. These are standard safety precautions. Or would you like us to welcome anyone into the camp foolhardily. 'Hey Fenrir, sit down, grab a marshmallow. No, we don't need to check you. It's not like you'd bring a knife here or anything.' You wouldn't want your own safety compromised like that, Malfoy, and I don't want Harry or Hermione to have those worries. So stand up, strip down, and get used to taking orders. We've counted on each other for a few months, and we kind of have a system down."
Draco head hung momentarily. Being gracious, thankful, and finally in contact with people after so long weren't coming naturally. Two weren't in his nature, and the other wasn't like getting back on a broom. He stiffened his lip, nodded, and said, "I understand." After an extended pause that got Ron riled up once again, he added, "I'm sorry," and stood. He methodically began to remove his clothes, face highly colored, but determined. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen the trio washing together in the river. If they’d all seen each other, chances were that he’d be in on that in the next few days.
Embarrassment finally over came him, though, as he turned around to remove his trousers. He kicked them slightly behind him, and stood with his back to the fire.
“Socks too, Malfoy,” Hermione added helpfully. He bent over to remove them, and Ron gave her an arch look as she watched. She, in turn, tweaked an eye towards Harry, who was watching just as much. Silent communication had become their forte.
Hermione took over the task of checking Malfoy’s things. There were no magical traces left, and the only items she found in his pockets were a fraying handkerchief and nearly threadbare piece of parchment. It was Malfoy’s last potions assignment, never turned in. On the back, he’d marked days in first ink, and then blood.
Ron had stolen the task of checking Malfoy’s person from Harry. He was forced to stand at the side watching, as Ron ran his wand from side to side. There was a weak protection charm still clinging to Malfoy, family cast by Ron’s estimation. It would fail within the month if it weren’t renewed. Ron crouched, head level with the curved top of Malfoy’s thighs, to cast a secrecy detection, when he lost balance. He caught at Malfoy’s inside thigh, righting himself, and ignoring the shiver and slight noise that Malfoy made. He cast the charm quickly, finding that Malfoy had nothing secreted in any orifices, and gave him the all clear. Hermione finished a few moments later.
“Welcome to the group, Malfoy. We’ll brief you and question you in the morning. In the mean time, it’d be best to get some sleep.” And Ron walked away.
"I...don't have anything to sleep in, really."
Ron turned back. "And what did you sleep in while in the cabin?"
Draco kept his blush slight as he answered, "Nothing."
Harry intervened, "We generally sleep in underwear, Malfoy."
Hermione popped out of the tent, folded cloth in hand.
"He doesn't have any. And I think that is a story better left to a different time. Here, Malfoy, you can borrow these. I never take anything particularly fancy on missions."
She handed over the plain gray flannels. They buttoned on the wrong side, and didn't have the necessary flap, but they weren't pink and lacy, they smelled clean, and he could tell they would fit comfortably enough.
"Thank you," and Draco watched as Ron and Hermione got into their tent then turned to Harry.
“So, your tent then?”
Harry frowned in return. “Don’t be absurd. You can have your own tent. It’s not like you’re under surveillance.”
“Not any more.”
“Not ever, actually. We picked up traces of something in the woods, and were going to investigate. We’d have found you, so it was better coming to us. But we’re here on an entirely different mission.”
Draco looked startled, even more so as Harry split his tent into halves, and then reconstructed both. He did the same with his blankets and pillow, and then left Draco alone to sort out his own arrangements.
In less than five minutes, Draco was dragging his pillow and blanket’s into Harry’s tent. Without his glasses, and half asleep, Harry only stared fuzzily at him.
“What are you doing, Malfoy?”
“I think I’m going to sleep in here.”
“Why.”
“I…don’t like the dark.”
“You’re scared of the dark?”
Draco stared at Harry, eyes intense, until Harry began to move himself towards the edge of the tent. Then Draco spoke.
“No, I just don’t like it.”
“Would you like a nightlight charm in your tent.”
Draco just settled himself down, pillowing his head on his arm and holding the pillow to his chest.
“Oh, for goodness sakes!” Harry took the pillow, charmed it in half, and enlarged one for Draco’s head. He left the other at its small size and let Draco continue to hold it. There was silence for a few moments, before Harry decided to play the hero again.
“Why are you really here, Malfoy?”
“I didn’t want you to disappear into the middle of the night.”
“We aren’t going to leave you here. We might not like you, but we don’t hate you.”
Draco was silent until he hoped Harry might be asleep.
“And it feels safer.”
Harry smiled, and let himself drift off to sleep.
Pg-13.
"It was a dark and stormy night..." Ron began. The fire had to be contained, but it still gave off light and shadows to play across his face. Two weeks on stake-out in the middle of a creepy forest had reduced the trio to ghost stories and spin the bottle. That game was generally used when Harry wanted those two out of his hair, and into their tent. Ron's turn started with his usual phrase.
"Weasley, I swear to god, if you ever start another story with that line, I will kill you." Draco sauntered out of the woods, into the fire light, and sat on a free log. A leaf, stuck in his hair, accented his wild appearance.
"Whauh?"
"Eloquent, Potter. Really. Well, you've been here for what, a month? Trying to find Snape and me. Well, let me be the first to explain. He deposited me into a wee little cabin and disappeared as fast as he could. He has my wand, my owl, and by now probably my family's money. I have cans of food that I've been bashing open with rocks. I am tired, I am hungry, and I'd really rather end up in Azkaban than continue to stay here."
While he put on a brave face, his tilted head and lowered eyes gave him away. Hermione could pick up little details like a professional investigator, but even Ron and Harry could see that Draco was scared, lonely, and as dangerous as a kitten.
"Azkaban? Seriously Malfoy, you think very highly of yourself. And not much of Dumbledore. He did promise you refuge...in exchange for you help," Harry said as evenly as he could. One of Dumbledore's last lessons had been to try to find forgiveness for others. Harry was spotty at it, but he was trying.
Draco's head snapped up, eyes furrowed.
"Whauh?"
"Eloquent, Malfoy. Really." As she spoke, Hermione handed over a bottle of water, cap off. "Drink slowly or you'll make yourself sick."
Draco looked at it for a moment, staring at the flames' distortions through the curves, before quietly saying, "Thank you." And he took a sip. They all were quiet while they watched Draco's slow drinks. When he was halfway through the bottle, Ron produced half a sandwich from his pack. "Remember that whole slow thing," was all he contributed. He in turn got his "Thank you," directed at the sandwich. After both water and food were finished, he sat still. They could all see as his muscles tensed, as wary disquiet overtook him. Harry broke it.
"We are going to have to...check through your things, Malfoy."
"What things, Potter?" Draco held up his empty palms.
Harry had the grace to blush. "Your clothes. You'll, uh, have to remove them. Ron or I will have to watch you...just to guarantee there isn't anything you're hiding. After that, you'll be just like any other person here."
"Except I have no wand and you'll all have gotten to see me naked in the forest."
Markedly, Ron did not explode. "Cut the wounded act. These are standard safety precautions. Or would you like us to welcome anyone into the camp foolhardily. 'Hey Fenrir, sit down, grab a marshmallow. No, we don't need to check you. It's not like you'd bring a knife here or anything.' You wouldn't want your own safety compromised like that, Malfoy, and I don't want Harry or Hermione to have those worries. So stand up, strip down, and get used to taking orders. We've counted on each other for a few months, and we kind of have a system down."
Draco head hung momentarily. Being gracious, thankful, and finally in contact with people after so long weren't coming naturally. Two weren't in his nature, and the other wasn't like getting back on a broom. He stiffened his lip, nodded, and said, "I understand." After an extended pause that got Ron riled up once again, he added, "I'm sorry," and stood. He methodically began to remove his clothes, face highly colored, but determined. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen the trio washing together in the river. If they’d all seen each other, chances were that he’d be in on that in the next few days.
Embarrassment finally over came him, though, as he turned around to remove his trousers. He kicked them slightly behind him, and stood with his back to the fire.
“Socks too, Malfoy,” Hermione added helpfully. He bent over to remove them, and Ron gave her an arch look as she watched. She, in turn, tweaked an eye towards Harry, who was watching just as much. Silent communication had become their forte.
Hermione took over the task of checking Malfoy’s things. There were no magical traces left, and the only items she found in his pockets were a fraying handkerchief and nearly threadbare piece of parchment. It was Malfoy’s last potions assignment, never turned in. On the back, he’d marked days in first ink, and then blood.
Ron had stolen the task of checking Malfoy’s person from Harry. He was forced to stand at the side watching, as Ron ran his wand from side to side. There was a weak protection charm still clinging to Malfoy, family cast by Ron’s estimation. It would fail within the month if it weren’t renewed. Ron crouched, head level with the curved top of Malfoy’s thighs, to cast a secrecy detection, when he lost balance. He caught at Malfoy’s inside thigh, righting himself, and ignoring the shiver and slight noise that Malfoy made. He cast the charm quickly, finding that Malfoy had nothing secreted in any orifices, and gave him the all clear. Hermione finished a few moments later.
“Welcome to the group, Malfoy. We’ll brief you and question you in the morning. In the mean time, it’d be best to get some sleep.” And Ron walked away.
"I...don't have anything to sleep in, really."
Ron turned back. "And what did you sleep in while in the cabin?"
Draco kept his blush slight as he answered, "Nothing."
Harry intervened, "We generally sleep in underwear, Malfoy."
Hermione popped out of the tent, folded cloth in hand.
"He doesn't have any. And I think that is a story better left to a different time. Here, Malfoy, you can borrow these. I never take anything particularly fancy on missions."
She handed over the plain gray flannels. They buttoned on the wrong side, and didn't have the necessary flap, but they weren't pink and lacy, they smelled clean, and he could tell they would fit comfortably enough.
"Thank you," and Draco watched as Ron and Hermione got into their tent then turned to Harry.
“So, your tent then?”
Harry frowned in return. “Don’t be absurd. You can have your own tent. It’s not like you’re under surveillance.”
“Not any more.”
“Not ever, actually. We picked up traces of something in the woods, and were going to investigate. We’d have found you, so it was better coming to us. But we’re here on an entirely different mission.”
Draco looked startled, even more so as Harry split his tent into halves, and then reconstructed both. He did the same with his blankets and pillow, and then left Draco alone to sort out his own arrangements.
In less than five minutes, Draco was dragging his pillow and blanket’s into Harry’s tent. Without his glasses, and half asleep, Harry only stared fuzzily at him.
“What are you doing, Malfoy?”
“I think I’m going to sleep in here.”
“Why.”
“I…don’t like the dark.”
“You’re scared of the dark?”
Draco stared at Harry, eyes intense, until Harry began to move himself towards the edge of the tent. Then Draco spoke.
“No, I just don’t like it.”
“Would you like a nightlight charm in your tent.”
Draco just settled himself down, pillowing his head on his arm and holding the pillow to his chest.
“Oh, for goodness sakes!” Harry took the pillow, charmed it in half, and enlarged one for Draco’s head. He left the other at its small size and let Draco continue to hold it. There was silence for a few moments, before Harry decided to play the hero again.
“Why are you really here, Malfoy?”
“I didn’t want you to disappear into the middle of the night.”
“We aren’t going to leave you here. We might not like you, but we don’t hate you.”
Draco was silent until he hoped Harry might be asleep.
“And it feels safer.”
Harry smiled, and let himself drift off to sleep.
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Date: 2006-02-10 05:26 am (UTC)