FQF ENTRY!
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Pairing: Remus/Draco
Rating: R
Author’s Notes: Written for the Bottom!Draco FQF, challenge number 26. Draco loves to bathe. This is good, because Male Character A loves to watch him bathe. Written as a follow up to ‘The Failings of Monsters and Men’.
Title: When The World is Upside Down
He felt like he was never going to be clean again. Two weeks since he’d fled pretty much everything he knew, and he still felt dirty. Draco sighed, laying back in the hot water and letting it wash over him. He should be in school. He should be in his seventh year, proud Head Boy, bossing everyone around and doing all the thing he’d imagined he’s do once he hit his seventh year.
But no. His idiot father had fucked up, and now he was stuck being baby-sat by a group of misguided do-gooders who were trying to save a bunch of people who didn’t matter in the long run. Oh, and the thirty something year old werewolf he was sleeping with.
It wasn’t how he had planned on spending his seventh year.
“Draco…are you almost done in there?”
“No!” Why was Lupin always so pushy? Two weeks of sharing the man’s bed, and he was still Lupin. He’d always be Lupin. Remus was a ridiculous name, really.
“You bathed this morning, you know…”
“And I’m doing it again now! Leave me alone and let me get on with it!”
“I need to wash up,” Lupin said, opening the door to the bathroom the two shared. Draco loved it. One of the advantages to staying in an old wizarding house was a sunken floor bathtub on the second floor.
“I never said you couldn’t.” Draco shrugged, and grabbed for the soap.
“You’re going to slough your skin off,” Lupin told him lightly.
“I don’t feel clean,” Draco said.
“But you are.”
“I don’t *feel* it!” Was the man deaf?
“You’re going to start wrinkling soon.”
“Soon isn’t now. Is there any more soap, this smells funny?”
“Here.” Lupin rummaged around in a cabinet and tossed Draco a bar of pale pink soap.
“It’s pink.”
“It’s rose scented.”
“I’m going to smell like a girl.”
“Well, either smell like a girl or smell funny.” Lupin grinned, and leaned back against the counter.
“What?”
“Just watching you.”
“Oh.” Draco ran the soap over his chest, working up quite a lather. Lupin was still staring at him. “Are you just going to stand there?”
“Yes.”
“You’re bizarre.”
“I am not.”
“You’re just…watching me take a bath. That’s insane.”
“No it isn’t. You’re naked, you’re wet and you’re touching yourself. I fail to see how taking enjoyment out of watching that is strange.”
“Oh.” Well, when he put it *that* way. Draco sighed, and decided that Lupin could watch. He’d just try and ignore him.
***
He shouldn’t be watching. Remus knew he shouldn’t, but he did it anyway. He’d always enjoyed the sight of his lover bathing, regardless of who that lover was. And Draco went about washing with the diligence Mad Eye Moody took to catching Death Eaters.
//You shouldn’t be doing this here.// That was the thought that plagued Remus the most. Not that he *was* doing it-he’d committed far too many sins in his life to be worried about sleeping with a younger man-but to carry on the relationship in the same bed…
//It doesn’t matter now.// He told himself firmly. The past was just that, and there was no reason to get worked up over it.
“Who’s around?” Draco asked, moving the soap down his left arm. It left a trail of pearlescent bubbles clinging to pale skin and rounded muscle.
“Mad Eye and Tonks were here, but they’ve gone out to take care of a few things. Mrs. Weasley’s in the basement, why?”
“Just curious. I’ll be eating up here tonight,” Draco set aside the soap, and splashed some water over his arm to wash away the bubbles and suds.
“I think you ought to come down to dinner one of these nights,” Remus told him, frowning. It was a very difficult transition, and quite a few members of the Order were making it difficult. Mrs. Weasley was one of them. In a way, Remus understood her refusal to warm up to Draco. The boy was anti-social, spoiled and mouthed off. And he had caused her youngest more grief then was necessary throughout the years. But Draco was also now very much alone and confused.
“I’m not exactly welcome,” Draco said, shifting up so he was kneeling. Remus wet his lips, eyes following the movement of the soap as it slid over the defined lines of the boy’s stomach.
“Perhaps if you were a bit friendlier…”
“Why should I be friendly to them if they won’t be friendly to me?”
“Because you’re a guest here,” Remus said, patiently. Draco’s eyes darkened when he was angry.
“I’m a prisoner! I couldn’t even go back to school!”
“Because you know what would happen,” Remus said softly.
“I hate it here.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I have nothing to do! I stay in this room day in and day out and I never leave and no one even likes me here!”
“Draco…” This rant was sounding all too familiar. Remus sat back on the counter and frowned. “I know things are difficult for you right now, but they wil get better. And I’m here and I like you.”
“You don’t count.”
“I’ll remember that when you come to bed tonight,” Remus said wryly.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do know. You’re bored, you’re cooped up, and you’re still adjusting to the fact that everything in your life is different. You’re lashing out. You need to get a hold of yourself. *try* making friends. Tonks likes you.”
“She’s a freak.”
“She is not.”
“Is too.” Draco picked up the bar of soap again, and stood up to begin on his hips. Merlin, but Remus loved the line of Draco’s hip. It was slim and sharp and angular, and at the moment it was slick with soap and water. The bubbles slid slowly down Draco’s leg, a serpentine path of glistening rainbow suds. “And that Weasley woman hates me!”
“I think a good start to that problem would be not calling her ‘that Weasley woman’. Mrs. Weasley works much better, trust me.”
“She still hates me.”
“You need to make an effort, Draco,” Remus explained, as Draco turned and slicked his back as well. Every ridge and curve was defined in the trails of the suds that rolled down over the swell of his arse.
“Why?”
“Because…” Remus couldn’t even manage the words. Why? Draco honestly didn’t understand why. “I shouldn’t have to tell you why Draco. There aren’t even words, it’s that obvious.”
“To you.” Draco began sluicing off the soap.
“To most people.”
“I’m not most people.”
“You’re certainly not,” Remus agreed. “But please, try.”
“Fine. I’ll try. Are you going to join me, or just stare?”
“Just stare,” Remus said, with a grin. He had been lonely far too long. And while Draco Malfoy was not the person he’d choose to fill the void Sirius had left, that was what he had.
“There,” Draco said, as he stepped out of the bathtub, brilliantly naked and glistening. Remus ran his eyes over the slim, pale body as it moved towards him.
“Need a towel?”
“No.” Draco crossed the distance between them, and pulled Remus down into a fierce kiss. Whatever their relationship lacked in emotion, it made up for in the physical. Draco was an avid learner, and he was young and nimble and more then nubile.
“You just got clean…” Remus cautioned, as Draco lifted himself up and wrapped his slim legs around his waist.
“Oh yes, you’re right. I forgot how inherently dirty you are,” Draco drawled, trailing kisses along Remus’ neck and jaw. “I’ll simply have to take another bath later…”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Remus said, holding Draco firmly against him. “*I’m* using the bath tonight. You use it far too often.”
“I enjoy being clean.” Draco’s hands went to the hem of Remus’ jumper, fumbling at the awkward angle they were at. “I can’t get your shirt off like this.”
“That’s not my problem,” Remus said, chuckling. “Dinner’s nearly ready, we don’t have time for this.”
“Yes we do. You’re old and I’m the best you’ve ever had, you’ll come in about five minutes…”
“I hate to break your bubble, Draco, but you’re not the best I’ve ever had,” Remus said, laughing.
“I am to!”
“No.” Remus shook his head. “You’re not. Believe me, I’ve have plenty over the years. But you’re very good. We’ll do this after dinner. If you’re good.”
“Oh, now you’re bribing me into behaving?” Draco rolled his eyes, and unwrapped his legs from Remus’ waist.
“If that’s what it takes, yes. Now get dressed.”
“What do they think about us?” Draco asked, as he pulled on a pair of black linen trousers and a button down cotton shirt. Severus had donated them, as Draco refused to wear anything that didn’t at least have a passing acquaintance with high fashion.
“Why?” Remus asked, not exactly wanting to answer the question. It had become something that Wasn’t Talked About. By nearly everyone. Mrs. Weasley would shake her head and cluck her tongue when Remus mentioned he was going to bed, or when he came downstairs in the morning. Moody would mumble under his breath, Kingsley claimed to ‘stay out of it altogether’ and Tonks pulled faces whenever Draco’s name came up. She liked him, but not the idea of him sharing Remus’ bed.
“Curious.”
“It’s not talked about,” Remus admitted.
“They don’t approve.”
“Specify ‘they’.”
“Everyone else,” Draco said with a shrug.
“Then, no ‘they’ don’t all disapprove. Most of them, yes, but not all.”
“Who does?”
“Severus.”
“He’s a pervert,” Draco said airily.
“Then so am I.”
“Yes, we’ve been over this, you are,” Draco said with a teasing smile. He could be rather pleasant when he really tried. And Severus didn’t approve on the grounds that he felt it normal for a forty year old and a seventeen year old to shack up, he approved of it on the grounds that Draco needed someone to shape him up. And if Remus was going to take him to bed to do it, so be it, as long as it was done.
“Come on, dinner.” Remus put an arm casually around Draco’s shoulders. He was not going to try and hide what they were. He hadn’t done it with Sirius, he wasn’t going to do it with Draco. Let them say what they would, it was none of their business. Draco was of a legal age and willing.
“Do I have to actually *talk* to people?” Draco whined.
“No. In fact, it would be better if you didn’t.”
“Why?”
“Have you ever heard the term ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’?”
“No.”
“Well now you have. Give it a try, hmm?”
“I hate you,” Draco said, but he leaned into Remus with a heavy sigh.
“I know you do,” Remus said, kissing the top of his head. “But as long as the sex is good, I don’t really care.”
“Pervert.” But Draco’s voice was more teasing then accusatory, and he put a hand on Remus’ hip.
“I know,” Remus said, chuckling. He knew that was what Mrs. Weasley was probably thinking, but he honestly didn’t care. He felt as if he understood what Draco was going through, and he was going to be there for him. He knew that the boy was never going to *change*, but he would certainly smooth out over time.
And in an odd sort of way, Remus saw a bit of Sirius in Draco. That arrogance, that passion, that self confidence…it was a bit jarring, to make the connection and realize that it was actually there. He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, but he suspected that Severus knew. The man was smarter then he was given credit for.
“Just take it easy,” Remus told Draco, entering the kitchen with his arm still around him.
“I’ll keep my mouth shut,” Draco promised, pulling away as they joined Mrs. Weasley. She looked rather shocked to see them, and frowned but said nothing else.
Maybe things wouldn’t go so badly, after all.
Maybe.
~~~~~~~~
Pairing: Remus/Draco
Rating: R
Author’s Notes: Written for the Bottom!Draco FQF, challenge number 26. Draco loves to bathe. This is good, because Male Character A loves to watch him bathe. Written as a follow up to ‘The Failings of Monsters and Men’.
Title: When The World is Upside Down
He felt like he was never going to be clean again. Two weeks since he’d fled pretty much everything he knew, and he still felt dirty. Draco sighed, laying back in the hot water and letting it wash over him. He should be in school. He should be in his seventh year, proud Head Boy, bossing everyone around and doing all the thing he’d imagined he’s do once he hit his seventh year.
But no. His idiot father had fucked up, and now he was stuck being baby-sat by a group of misguided do-gooders who were trying to save a bunch of people who didn’t matter in the long run. Oh, and the thirty something year old werewolf he was sleeping with.
It wasn’t how he had planned on spending his seventh year.
“Draco…are you almost done in there?”
“No!” Why was Lupin always so pushy? Two weeks of sharing the man’s bed, and he was still Lupin. He’d always be Lupin. Remus was a ridiculous name, really.
“You bathed this morning, you know…”
“And I’m doing it again now! Leave me alone and let me get on with it!”
“I need to wash up,” Lupin said, opening the door to the bathroom the two shared. Draco loved it. One of the advantages to staying in an old wizarding house was a sunken floor bathtub on the second floor.
“I never said you couldn’t.” Draco shrugged, and grabbed for the soap.
“You’re going to slough your skin off,” Lupin told him lightly.
“I don’t feel clean,” Draco said.
“But you are.”
“I don’t *feel* it!” Was the man deaf?
“You’re going to start wrinkling soon.”
“Soon isn’t now. Is there any more soap, this smells funny?”
“Here.” Lupin rummaged around in a cabinet and tossed Draco a bar of pale pink soap.
“It’s pink.”
“It’s rose scented.”
“I’m going to smell like a girl.”
“Well, either smell like a girl or smell funny.” Lupin grinned, and leaned back against the counter.
“What?”
“Just watching you.”
“Oh.” Draco ran the soap over his chest, working up quite a lather. Lupin was still staring at him. “Are you just going to stand there?”
“Yes.”
“You’re bizarre.”
“I am not.”
“You’re just…watching me take a bath. That’s insane.”
“No it isn’t. You’re naked, you’re wet and you’re touching yourself. I fail to see how taking enjoyment out of watching that is strange.”
“Oh.” Well, when he put it *that* way. Draco sighed, and decided that Lupin could watch. He’d just try and ignore him.
***
He shouldn’t be watching. Remus knew he shouldn’t, but he did it anyway. He’d always enjoyed the sight of his lover bathing, regardless of who that lover was. And Draco went about washing with the diligence Mad Eye Moody took to catching Death Eaters.
//You shouldn’t be doing this here.// That was the thought that plagued Remus the most. Not that he *was* doing it-he’d committed far too many sins in his life to be worried about sleeping with a younger man-but to carry on the relationship in the same bed…
//It doesn’t matter now.// He told himself firmly. The past was just that, and there was no reason to get worked up over it.
“Who’s around?” Draco asked, moving the soap down his left arm. It left a trail of pearlescent bubbles clinging to pale skin and rounded muscle.
“Mad Eye and Tonks were here, but they’ve gone out to take care of a few things. Mrs. Weasley’s in the basement, why?”
“Just curious. I’ll be eating up here tonight,” Draco set aside the soap, and splashed some water over his arm to wash away the bubbles and suds.
“I think you ought to come down to dinner one of these nights,” Remus told him, frowning. It was a very difficult transition, and quite a few members of the Order were making it difficult. Mrs. Weasley was one of them. In a way, Remus understood her refusal to warm up to Draco. The boy was anti-social, spoiled and mouthed off. And he had caused her youngest more grief then was necessary throughout the years. But Draco was also now very much alone and confused.
“I’m not exactly welcome,” Draco said, shifting up so he was kneeling. Remus wet his lips, eyes following the movement of the soap as it slid over the defined lines of the boy’s stomach.
“Perhaps if you were a bit friendlier…”
“Why should I be friendly to them if they won’t be friendly to me?”
“Because you’re a guest here,” Remus said, patiently. Draco’s eyes darkened when he was angry.
“I’m a prisoner! I couldn’t even go back to school!”
“Because you know what would happen,” Remus said softly.
“I hate it here.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I have nothing to do! I stay in this room day in and day out and I never leave and no one even likes me here!”
“Draco…” This rant was sounding all too familiar. Remus sat back on the counter and frowned. “I know things are difficult for you right now, but they wil get better. And I’m here and I like you.”
“You don’t count.”
“I’ll remember that when you come to bed tonight,” Remus said wryly.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do know. You’re bored, you’re cooped up, and you’re still adjusting to the fact that everything in your life is different. You’re lashing out. You need to get a hold of yourself. *try* making friends. Tonks likes you.”
“She’s a freak.”
“She is not.”
“Is too.” Draco picked up the bar of soap again, and stood up to begin on his hips. Merlin, but Remus loved the line of Draco’s hip. It was slim and sharp and angular, and at the moment it was slick with soap and water. The bubbles slid slowly down Draco’s leg, a serpentine path of glistening rainbow suds. “And that Weasley woman hates me!”
“I think a good start to that problem would be not calling her ‘that Weasley woman’. Mrs. Weasley works much better, trust me.”
“She still hates me.”
“You need to make an effort, Draco,” Remus explained, as Draco turned and slicked his back as well. Every ridge and curve was defined in the trails of the suds that rolled down over the swell of his arse.
“Why?”
“Because…” Remus couldn’t even manage the words. Why? Draco honestly didn’t understand why. “I shouldn’t have to tell you why Draco. There aren’t even words, it’s that obvious.”
“To you.” Draco began sluicing off the soap.
“To most people.”
“I’m not most people.”
“You’re certainly not,” Remus agreed. “But please, try.”
“Fine. I’ll try. Are you going to join me, or just stare?”
“Just stare,” Remus said, with a grin. He had been lonely far too long. And while Draco Malfoy was not the person he’d choose to fill the void Sirius had left, that was what he had.
“There,” Draco said, as he stepped out of the bathtub, brilliantly naked and glistening. Remus ran his eyes over the slim, pale body as it moved towards him.
“Need a towel?”
“No.” Draco crossed the distance between them, and pulled Remus down into a fierce kiss. Whatever their relationship lacked in emotion, it made up for in the physical. Draco was an avid learner, and he was young and nimble and more then nubile.
“You just got clean…” Remus cautioned, as Draco lifted himself up and wrapped his slim legs around his waist.
“Oh yes, you’re right. I forgot how inherently dirty you are,” Draco drawled, trailing kisses along Remus’ neck and jaw. “I’ll simply have to take another bath later…”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Remus said, holding Draco firmly against him. “*I’m* using the bath tonight. You use it far too often.”
“I enjoy being clean.” Draco’s hands went to the hem of Remus’ jumper, fumbling at the awkward angle they were at. “I can’t get your shirt off like this.”
“That’s not my problem,” Remus said, chuckling. “Dinner’s nearly ready, we don’t have time for this.”
“Yes we do. You’re old and I’m the best you’ve ever had, you’ll come in about five minutes…”
“I hate to break your bubble, Draco, but you’re not the best I’ve ever had,” Remus said, laughing.
“I am to!”
“No.” Remus shook his head. “You’re not. Believe me, I’ve have plenty over the years. But you’re very good. We’ll do this after dinner. If you’re good.”
“Oh, now you’re bribing me into behaving?” Draco rolled his eyes, and unwrapped his legs from Remus’ waist.
“If that’s what it takes, yes. Now get dressed.”
“What do they think about us?” Draco asked, as he pulled on a pair of black linen trousers and a button down cotton shirt. Severus had donated them, as Draco refused to wear anything that didn’t at least have a passing acquaintance with high fashion.
“Why?” Remus asked, not exactly wanting to answer the question. It had become something that Wasn’t Talked About. By nearly everyone. Mrs. Weasley would shake her head and cluck her tongue when Remus mentioned he was going to bed, or when he came downstairs in the morning. Moody would mumble under his breath, Kingsley claimed to ‘stay out of it altogether’ and Tonks pulled faces whenever Draco’s name came up. She liked him, but not the idea of him sharing Remus’ bed.
“Curious.”
“It’s not talked about,” Remus admitted.
“They don’t approve.”
“Specify ‘they’.”
“Everyone else,” Draco said with a shrug.
“Then, no ‘they’ don’t all disapprove. Most of them, yes, but not all.”
“Who does?”
“Severus.”
“He’s a pervert,” Draco said airily.
“Then so am I.”
“Yes, we’ve been over this, you are,” Draco said with a teasing smile. He could be rather pleasant when he really tried. And Severus didn’t approve on the grounds that he felt it normal for a forty year old and a seventeen year old to shack up, he approved of it on the grounds that Draco needed someone to shape him up. And if Remus was going to take him to bed to do it, so be it, as long as it was done.
“Come on, dinner.” Remus put an arm casually around Draco’s shoulders. He was not going to try and hide what they were. He hadn’t done it with Sirius, he wasn’t going to do it with Draco. Let them say what they would, it was none of their business. Draco was of a legal age and willing.
“Do I have to actually *talk* to people?” Draco whined.
“No. In fact, it would be better if you didn’t.”
“Why?”
“Have you ever heard the term ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’?”
“No.”
“Well now you have. Give it a try, hmm?”
“I hate you,” Draco said, but he leaned into Remus with a heavy sigh.
“I know you do,” Remus said, kissing the top of his head. “But as long as the sex is good, I don’t really care.”
“Pervert.” But Draco’s voice was more teasing then accusatory, and he put a hand on Remus’ hip.
“I know,” Remus said, chuckling. He knew that was what Mrs. Weasley was probably thinking, but he honestly didn’t care. He felt as if he understood what Draco was going through, and he was going to be there for him. He knew that the boy was never going to *change*, but he would certainly smooth out over time.
And in an odd sort of way, Remus saw a bit of Sirius in Draco. That arrogance, that passion, that self confidence…it was a bit jarring, to make the connection and realize that it was actually there. He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, but he suspected that Severus knew. The man was smarter then he was given credit for.
“Just take it easy,” Remus told Draco, entering the kitchen with his arm still around him.
“I’ll keep my mouth shut,” Draco promised, pulling away as they joined Mrs. Weasley. She looked rather shocked to see them, and frowned but said nothing else.
Maybe things wouldn’t go so badly, after all.
Maybe.
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Date: 2003-09-26 06:04 am (UTC)i love how you can make a very canon draco very likable. ^____^
now, i dare you to fulfill every single dare on the list using this universe. ^.-
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Date: 2003-09-27 09:35 am (UTC)I'm loving this. The pairing, storyline, handling of the relationship yada yada is all refreshingly original. More would be a very good thing.