ATtD Ch13
“Alright, see the funny looking box there? It’s called a telle and it runs on
magic. There are board games including
a rare, expensive chess set that has been in my family for hundreds of
years. I have cards, chloe-zen, moving
quidditch figures that will play certain historical games, books… shit; there
is a lot of fucking stuff to entertain you.
So stay the hell away from my snitch!”
Draco snapped the golden ball out of George’s hand and stuffed it in his
pocket before the boy dared to try and take it again.
“What is your bloody problem?” George huffed. “You’d rather we break your damn chess set before letting us play with some old, scuffed up snitch.”
Scowling, Draco picked up the quaffle from the ground and tossed it at George. “I’d prefer if you didn’t break anything of mine.”
Fred took the quaffle from his brother and began spinning it on his finger. “Leave him alone. How many times does he have to tell you to leave that snitch be? Gods only know how long we’re going to be stuck together so stop trying to intentionally cause a row.”
“If he’d just tell me what’s so special about it I’d ease up.” George turned back to Draco, doing his best to look reasonable. It lasted maybe five seconds before he was glowering again. “…Just tell me!”
“No.” Draco sniffed, walking across the room and spelling the television on. As expected, the twins were quick to follow to the sounds of fighting coming from the large box.
“Didn’t Harry have one of these? …I’ve never seen it working though.” Fred bent over and poked the screen gently, surprised when the figure didn’t react to his presence.
“Don’t touch it, just watch.” Rolling his eyes, Draco left the twins to stare at the flashing screen while he escaped. He went to his bedroom and rummaged into the drawer he reserved just for jewelry before pulling out a long, gold chain. A single small hoop connected a gold talon to the slender chain. Draco carefully placed the snitch within the confines of the claw, making sure the talons wrapped securely around the gold ball and then hooked the chain around his neck. It rested just below his silver pendant of a dragon that also doubled as a portkey. He wasn’t big on jewelry but the pieces that he did bother with tended to have some sort of sentimental value and he took good care of them. The talon was a piece from the Scion Dragon Clan that his mother had given to him. The snitch… well the snitch meant something.
“Hey, watch it!”
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The racket only grew. He would not kill them… He would not kill them… His next breath brought the scent of smoke and he whirled, fist clenched close to his sides.
“If you two have started another fire…” He stomped into the room and froze, blinking at the scene. The TV was smoking lightly and the color on the screen had gone green. George was holding his arm close to his chest, which was also smoldering green, while Fred fretted softly at the strange wound. Damn it, he hadn’t even been gone two minutes!
“You just had to touch it, didn’t you Evil Weasel? No, go sit on the couch. I can’t be exposed to intense magic right now so you get to help, Fredrick.” Draco ordered roughly.
Fred nodded, too anxious helping his brother to insist Draco not call him Fredrick. Draco called for Ricket, waiting for the elf to pop in. “He must have touched the power coil.” He explained, pointing to the smoking television.
Ricket eyed the wounded arm meticulously, eventually pulling back and turning to Draco. “I’ll have to get your father.”
“Oh, don’t say that.” Draco groaned.
“He could lose the arm, Master. You nearly died when it hit you in the chest last year.”
Draco sighed, meeting George’s frightened eyes. “Fine, get my father.” He waved dismissively to Ricket. “Trust me Weasel, you’ll be wishing you lost the arm. If my father doesn’t chew you out it’s only because he’s yelling at me. That means I’ll be beating the shit out of you after.” He sat in a chair as far away as possible from the TV and worried twins. His father had not been pleased when he had insisted on tampering with the muggle device, but had allowed it because it had kept him busy and away from the Death Eaters last summer. Gods be damned if he had to destroy it because of the bungling duo.
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The twins had curled together on the couch in the bedroom. George’s arm was heavily bandaged from his elbow all the way down to his thumb. It burned like shards of glass were being rubbed into his arm and, until the healing salve could take effect; he wasn’t allowed anything for the pain. He didn’t feel any of it. The silver eyes glaring at them from the bed had somehow snared them during their silent fight and neither twin had been able to look away since.
“I think he’s going to kill us.” Fred commented blandly. Draco’s eyes shone with a fire that had nothing to do with mercy and everything to do with the darkest depths of hell. Even as he realized this he felt nothing… well, not the fear of death that the eyes were promising. He was definitely feeling something stirring from the alarming gaze.
“He doesn’t need magic to do it. He can just take those claws of his and tear through our flesh like it’s nothing. I bet he’s thinking of it right now.” George didn’t sound fearful of the fact either. Instead he had licked his lips and stretched out, his gaze never falling.
Draco bared his teeth, revealing sharp fangs. “Do you really think it’s wise to give me ideas? It took me over three months to get that device working on magic and now it’s being dismantled so idiots such as yourselves won’t be injured.” Just speaking the injustice aloud pissed him off and he gripped the bedspread, unintentionally tearing the thick fabric. The noise ripped through the room but the only sign that the twins had noticed was the slightest widening of their matching blue eyes.
“…What are you doing?” George whispered as his brother suddenly uncurled from his embrace and stood.
Draco watched the boy approach, a frown twisting his lips. “Don’t bother rushing to your doom. I have all intention of drawing it out.”
Fred fell to his knees, his long coppery hair brushing against the leg of Draco’s silk pajamas as he pressed his head to the floor.
Draco pulled away as if struck. The sight reminded him way too much of the Death Eaters cowering around Voldemort and he wanted nothing to do with it. “What the fuck are you doing?” He snapped his glare to George who had rolled onto his back, exposing his throat and stomach to him, and then immediately back to Fred who had moved forward to rest his head against his leg. “This isn’t funny, Weasels!”
“Forgive us. Please.” Fred grabbed his leg, sliding a hand under the hem of his pants and pressing his mouth to the bare skin.
Hissing, Draco scooted further back onto the bed and yanked his foot away. “Stop it.” His shirt stretched, the back ripping in half as his wings tore from his shoulders. Before he could stop it, he had transformed. Instead of the natural confidence of power, he was huddled back against the headboard watching Fred as if expecting him to attack. “Stop it now… I’m not angry, I swear. Just stop.” He commanded in a strangled tone.
Fred whimpered and pulled on the torn bedspread, rubbing his cheek against the bed while watching Draco intently. He sighed and pressed into the hands that slipped around his waist. “Close your eyes.” Fred didn’t blink, just pulled George down.
“Malfoy, close your bloody eyes.” George said again. “Don’t look at me, you idiot, that just makes it worse… damn it.” He buried his head into Fred’s neck but it did nothing to relieve the feeling of the silver eyes burning into him.
Draco gulped, looking from George to Fred and stopping at Fred’s pleading eyes. What he was pleading for he couldn’t fathom but it frightened him nonetheless. “I can’t… what if… why is he…?” There was no way he was going to miss whatever attack was coming for him.
“It’s your eyes that are doing it! You’ve entranced him; Fred is shit when it comes to fighting off magical beings. Shut your fucking eyes!”
“Stop yelling at me!”
George took a calming breath. “…How long do you think I can fight it, too? If I weren’t stuck in this bloody collar I’d be hurting you right now. Now kill the eyes before the whole manor comes knocking on the door!”
“Gods be damned… If this is a trick you’re dead!” Draco hissed, shut his eyes and wrapped his wings tight around his body for protection. He could hear the twins breathing slow down and could only hope it meant they had stopped their strange behavior. The bed shifted but he didn’t dare move.
“Malfoy? It’s all right… it stopped.” George gently moved the edge of Draco’s silver wing until he could see the boy’s face. Hell, he was crying. “Come on. It’s not a big deal. You just need to control your power.”
“Are you alright?” Draco whispered, keeping his eyes shut and ignoring George’s urging to unfold his wings. “Don’t…” He flinched away from the hand wiping at his tears. Fred pulled back with a sigh.
“We’re fine. Just a little disoriented. Your eyes started glowing and suddenly the thought of you being angry was the worst thing in the world. I couldn’t stop…” Biting his lip, Fred curled up against his brother and buried his head into his shoulder. He shot Draco a worried glance but it held only an echo of the intensity of a moment ago.
“…Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever bow like that… I-I hate when… It’s the most disgusting, horrible thing.” Draco let out a shattered breath and pulled his knees up to his chest. “You’ve never had to see your father scrape on the floor after that monster… don’t ever do that. Ever.” He opened his eyes to know they understood but immediately closed them again. From their reaction, his eyes were still glowing. He tried to focus on the vague new feeling, concentrating until he could almost grasp it with his mind. Then he willed it away, willed it back to normal.
Eyes a clear, sparkling grey once again, Draco sat up and pulled his wings back. “Sorry, I overreacted. My mind isn’t… I’m not emotionally stable right now. It’s a natural side effect of my exritus. Normally I would be in isolation at this time so people wouldn’t get hurt.” He sighed. He was never good at apologizing… probably why he didn’t do it very often. “What happened exactly? Did I hurt you? Did it feel like I was forcing you to move? I need to know what to expect just in case it happens again.”
George smiled darkly. “I’ve been under Imperious; that forces you. This pulled at my soul. It pulled a natural reaction from me instead of planting an idea in my head. No pain… but maybe a little more frightening.”
Fred agreed. “I wanted to. I wanted to so bad that it scared me. You looked like you were going to kill me and I was happy to walk into your claws. It felt so good… I think-I think I need to lie down…” Fred slumped; George forced to help him gently to the bed.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” Draco scrambled closer. Fred’s eyes were dazed and locked on him adoringly. They should have been fearful but they weren’t. Had he broken the mind behind the blue? Had one moment of uncontrolled power destroyed this boy forever? He sat back, his breath catching in his throat. He was heading for another panic attack.
“Relax.” George reassured Draco while gently untangling Fred’s hair with his fingers. “He’s done this before. He had to drop Care of Magical Creatures and take on the practical class, Behavioral, Mating, and Territorial Habits of Magical Creatures instead because he kept getting… I don’t know if there is a formal name…”
“Mind fucked.” Fred offered helpfully.
George snorted at the term but nodded. “Close enough. After our exritus he couldn’t fight the natural pull the magical beings have, and they must have known it because they sought him out. We can’t let him out into the garden because the gnomes keep trying to pilfer him. Ruined our trips into the Forbidden Forest too… Hell, I never felt it before. It’s really something.”
“So, I um, I didn’t break him? He’ll be okay?”
“He’ll be fine. Hornier than a centaur at the Kentucky Derby, but fine.”
Draco blinked at that and looked searchingly down at Fred. “…He likes it?”
Fred eyed him back, a shadow of fear crossing his face even as he reached out and slid his hand over Draco’s knee. “Too much. I sometimes think I don’t even want to fight it, it’s that good.”
Nodding blankly, Draco pulled his knee just far enough out of reach. “I’ll find a way to control it.” He promised quietly. With a shudder, his body shifted, leaving him looking human. In the back of his mind he knew no matter how he looked he could never be truly human again. It had taken that one lapse of control to force that thought home. He couldn’t let himself forget again.
“Hell, this is going to be a fun couple of weeks.” George grunted. “When will you be, as you put it, emotionally stable?”
Draco shrugged sheepishly. “Varies. My Clan, the Scion Dragons, have been known to go a little mad during this time… sorry in advance.”
“What, you planning on killing us? Beating and raping?” The idea seemed to amuse George. “I don’t think you have it in ya, Veela boy.”
Draco narrowed his eyes. “Just because I’m not planning on it doesn’t mean I couldn’t kill you, Evil Weasel. Raping, on the other hand, may be a little difficult. Is it considered rape when your victim is rock hard and begging for it?” George blushed and stuttered some nonsense comeback like he had known he would. With a sniff of disdain Draco flopped back on the bed. Bloody Gryffindors.
“Don’t be mad.”
Draco peeked an eye open to find Fred had crawled up beside him, mouth far too close to his own. “I know you wouldn’t mean to hurt us.”
“Then you don’t know me very well.” It was a warning but Fred didn’t back down, just searched Draco’s face, focusing on his mouth before dragging back up to his eyes.
“Just how thorny is this prenupt of yours, Malfoy? Maybe you’ve already broken it with that little show of power. …Would that be so bad?” He nudged closer, resting his lips on Draco’s cheek and smiling when the boy didn’t pull away.
“My Clan is crippled and scattered but I’m the equivalent of a prince to them, Fred.” Draco said calmly, eyes meeting blue. “That means that I am an example for the masses and my punishment is far more severe. I don’t want to marry someone I don’t care for, but it’s a hell of a lot better than being exiled from the wizarding world with the threat of death if I return. It’s not worth it.”
Fred’s eyes widened and he pulled back so he could see Draco clearly. “You’re serious… dear gods. What the hell is wrong with your family?”
Shrugging, Draco settled deeper into the pillow. “If you’re lucky enough to be born into a position of power you have to accept the responsibilities and rules that apply.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“Maybe… I think my life would be a lot more difficult if I fought it. Go with the flow and all that rot.” He focused, watching as George slipped an arm around Fred’s thigh and dropped a kiss to the smooth flesh. From what he had learned while observing them the past five days, they were either breaking his stuff or screwing like nifflers on the nip. He was actually grateful they didn’t have any magic to add to their explosive personalities. The twins with magic and without the added buffer of large quantities of open space… his room never would have survived.
“Go do that somewhere else. I’ve had enough of your ghastly freckles today.”
George shared a smile with Fred. “You do seem rather fixated on our spots, Malfoy.” He crawled up Fred’s form, leaving him face level with Draco.
“What can I say, they’re hard to miss-Don’t touch. Not when you’ve got a raging hard on. The contract isn’t very specific and I’m not about to risk it.”
“What about watching?”
“It’s allowed. Sexual contact with another is not.” It was a rule he was quick to remember. Vague in the fact of what was considered sexual contact and specific enough to let him know if he found out he’d be sorry.
“So… you can touch yourself.”
Draco narrowed his eyes, taking in the twin expressions of lust focused on him. “I can and have when the need arises…” Fred gave a soft moan, eyes dilating dark. “Don’t you two think of anything beyond sex?” He asked with an exasperated sigh.
“Mmm, there’s quidditch… and pranks… money sometimes, and family. Recently a lot about beating up dark wizards.” George listed thoughtfully while Fred sucked on his collarbone.
“Evil,” Draco corrected reflexively.
“What?”
“You lot don’t know what a true Dark wizard is. Voldemort and the Death Eaters aren’t Dark wizards, they’re just wizards that have evil intentions. Dark isn’t evil, nor is light purity, no matter how we like to link them. Wizards now days wouldn’t know how to be truly dark. Snakehead probably thinks he is ‘cause the Domin answered his call but he doesn’t have the rare power. It’s only in certain bloods, namely the Tranza Clan.”
“…Than what would the buggers running around now be called?” Fred asked with a furrow to his brow.
“Rogues, mortal demons, monstrosities. Wizards that go against the balance aren’t usually given a certain name for fear of accidentally summoning them by uttering it… It’s a common practice and the fear isn’t completely unfounded.” Draco turned his head to meet Fred’s eyes with a question of his own. “When you met the Domin did it do the same thing? Am I like those things?”
Fred licked his lips and let the question sink in. “What you did was similar but… your power, umm… essence is very different. I wasn’t snared by the Domin, only drawn to it. I didn’t have to go; I was just curious… your eyelashes are disgustingly long. Fuck, but you’re hot.” He commented idly, shivering when George whispered his agreement into his neck. Shaking his head he tried to remember what he had been talking about. “Right, uh, most beings of magic have some sort of pull. I think the magic itself… power attracts power or something. You’ve got a lot of power, Malfoy… a lot of it tied up in sex. It just drips off you, wafting like some bloody perfume. You can put those damn Veelas to shame with a simple flash of your eyes and not even know it.”
Raising a brow, Draco raised himself to his elbows so he could look down at the two. “…Dear gods… You two are practically smitten with me,” he realised with honest astonishment.
Fred rolled his eyes but ended up giggling. “You are so bloody slow, Malfoy! Do we have to literally hump your leg or do you only notice marriage proposals?”
“Such a bloody virgin.” George sighed and wrapped his fingers together with Fred’s. “All that sexiness is wasted on you, you know. I’d smack you if I could right now. Just for making me want it so fucking bad and you not even having the decency to know.”
“Well…” Fred pressed his hand flat on George’s chest and slid over the planes of flesh. “You aren’t completely stranded in all this.” George smiled down and traced Fred’s features, placing a soft kiss to his mouth.
Draco sighed internally. If it was up to these two he would never get any sleep. He sat up with all intention of crashing on the couch but was stopped by someone pulling on his torn shirt.
“Don’t be such a prude, Veela boy.”
“Not interested.” He grunted, repressing a shiver as he caught sight of the two. Well, maybe a little… He shook of the thought. No, once he started down that path there was no going back. “I’m not moving from the room. That’s the best you’re going to get from me. Just keep it down.” George dropped his grip and Draco moved quickly to the couch, snagging a pillow on the way. If the twin were right, this was just the beginning. His powers would only grow with age… he really didn’t want to think what that would mean if he already had two full blooded Gryffindor purebloods under his spell.
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“What is your bloody problem?” George huffed. “You’d rather we break your damn chess set before letting us play with some old, scuffed up snitch.”
Scowling, Draco picked up the quaffle from the ground and tossed it at George. “I’d prefer if you didn’t break anything of mine.”
Fred took the quaffle from his brother and began spinning it on his finger. “Leave him alone. How many times does he have to tell you to leave that snitch be? Gods only know how long we’re going to be stuck together so stop trying to intentionally cause a row.”
“If he’d just tell me what’s so special about it I’d ease up.” George turned back to Draco, doing his best to look reasonable. It lasted maybe five seconds before he was glowering again. “…Just tell me!”
“No.” Draco sniffed, walking across the room and spelling the television on. As expected, the twins were quick to follow to the sounds of fighting coming from the large box.
“Didn’t Harry have one of these? …I’ve never seen it working though.” Fred bent over and poked the screen gently, surprised when the figure didn’t react to his presence.
“Don’t touch it, just watch.” Rolling his eyes, Draco left the twins to stare at the flashing screen while he escaped. He went to his bedroom and rummaged into the drawer he reserved just for jewelry before pulling out a long, gold chain. A single small hoop connected a gold talon to the slender chain. Draco carefully placed the snitch within the confines of the claw, making sure the talons wrapped securely around the gold ball and then hooked the chain around his neck. It rested just below his silver pendant of a dragon that also doubled as a portkey. He wasn’t big on jewelry but the pieces that he did bother with tended to have some sort of sentimental value and he took good care of them. The talon was a piece from the Scion Dragon Clan that his mother had given to him. The snitch… well the snitch meant something.
“Hey, watch it!”
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The racket only grew. He would not kill them… He would not kill them… His next breath brought the scent of smoke and he whirled, fist clenched close to his sides.
“If you two have started another fire…” He stomped into the room and froze, blinking at the scene. The TV was smoking lightly and the color on the screen had gone green. George was holding his arm close to his chest, which was also smoldering green, while Fred fretted softly at the strange wound. Damn it, he hadn’t even been gone two minutes!
“You just had to touch it, didn’t you Evil Weasel? No, go sit on the couch. I can’t be exposed to intense magic right now so you get to help, Fredrick.” Draco ordered roughly.
Fred nodded, too anxious helping his brother to insist Draco not call him Fredrick. Draco called for Ricket, waiting for the elf to pop in. “He must have touched the power coil.” He explained, pointing to the smoking television.
Ricket eyed the wounded arm meticulously, eventually pulling back and turning to Draco. “I’ll have to get your father.”
“Oh, don’t say that.” Draco groaned.
“He could lose the arm, Master. You nearly died when it hit you in the chest last year.”
Draco sighed, meeting George’s frightened eyes. “Fine, get my father.” He waved dismissively to Ricket. “Trust me Weasel, you’ll be wishing you lost the arm. If my father doesn’t chew you out it’s only because he’s yelling at me. That means I’ll be beating the shit out of you after.” He sat in a chair as far away as possible from the TV and worried twins. His father had not been pleased when he had insisted on tampering with the muggle device, but had allowed it because it had kept him busy and away from the Death Eaters last summer. Gods be damned if he had to destroy it because of the bungling duo.
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The twins had curled together on the couch in the bedroom. George’s arm was heavily bandaged from his elbow all the way down to his thumb. It burned like shards of glass were being rubbed into his arm and, until the healing salve could take effect; he wasn’t allowed anything for the pain. He didn’t feel any of it. The silver eyes glaring at them from the bed had somehow snared them during their silent fight and neither twin had been able to look away since.
“I think he’s going to kill us.” Fred commented blandly. Draco’s eyes shone with a fire that had nothing to do with mercy and everything to do with the darkest depths of hell. Even as he realized this he felt nothing… well, not the fear of death that the eyes were promising. He was definitely feeling something stirring from the alarming gaze.
“He doesn’t need magic to do it. He can just take those claws of his and tear through our flesh like it’s nothing. I bet he’s thinking of it right now.” George didn’t sound fearful of the fact either. Instead he had licked his lips and stretched out, his gaze never falling.
Draco bared his teeth, revealing sharp fangs. “Do you really think it’s wise to give me ideas? It took me over three months to get that device working on magic and now it’s being dismantled so idiots such as yourselves won’t be injured.” Just speaking the injustice aloud pissed him off and he gripped the bedspread, unintentionally tearing the thick fabric. The noise ripped through the room but the only sign that the twins had noticed was the slightest widening of their matching blue eyes.
“…What are you doing?” George whispered as his brother suddenly uncurled from his embrace and stood.
Draco watched the boy approach, a frown twisting his lips. “Don’t bother rushing to your doom. I have all intention of drawing it out.”
Fred fell to his knees, his long coppery hair brushing against the leg of Draco’s silk pajamas as he pressed his head to the floor.
Draco pulled away as if struck. The sight reminded him way too much of the Death Eaters cowering around Voldemort and he wanted nothing to do with it. “What the fuck are you doing?” He snapped his glare to George who had rolled onto his back, exposing his throat and stomach to him, and then immediately back to Fred who had moved forward to rest his head against his leg. “This isn’t funny, Weasels!”
“Forgive us. Please.” Fred grabbed his leg, sliding a hand under the hem of his pants and pressing his mouth to the bare skin.
Hissing, Draco scooted further back onto the bed and yanked his foot away. “Stop it.” His shirt stretched, the back ripping in half as his wings tore from his shoulders. Before he could stop it, he had transformed. Instead of the natural confidence of power, he was huddled back against the headboard watching Fred as if expecting him to attack. “Stop it now… I’m not angry, I swear. Just stop.” He commanded in a strangled tone.
Fred whimpered and pulled on the torn bedspread, rubbing his cheek against the bed while watching Draco intently. He sighed and pressed into the hands that slipped around his waist. “Close your eyes.” Fred didn’t blink, just pulled George down.
“Malfoy, close your bloody eyes.” George said again. “Don’t look at me, you idiot, that just makes it worse… damn it.” He buried his head into Fred’s neck but it did nothing to relieve the feeling of the silver eyes burning into him.
Draco gulped, looking from George to Fred and stopping at Fred’s pleading eyes. What he was pleading for he couldn’t fathom but it frightened him nonetheless. “I can’t… what if… why is he…?” There was no way he was going to miss whatever attack was coming for him.
“It’s your eyes that are doing it! You’ve entranced him; Fred is shit when it comes to fighting off magical beings. Shut your fucking eyes!”
“Stop yelling at me!”
George took a calming breath. “…How long do you think I can fight it, too? If I weren’t stuck in this bloody collar I’d be hurting you right now. Now kill the eyes before the whole manor comes knocking on the door!”
“Gods be damned… If this is a trick you’re dead!” Draco hissed, shut his eyes and wrapped his wings tight around his body for protection. He could hear the twins breathing slow down and could only hope it meant they had stopped their strange behavior. The bed shifted but he didn’t dare move.
“Malfoy? It’s all right… it stopped.” George gently moved the edge of Draco’s silver wing until he could see the boy’s face. Hell, he was crying. “Come on. It’s not a big deal. You just need to control your power.”
“Are you alright?” Draco whispered, keeping his eyes shut and ignoring George’s urging to unfold his wings. “Don’t…” He flinched away from the hand wiping at his tears. Fred pulled back with a sigh.
“We’re fine. Just a little disoriented. Your eyes started glowing and suddenly the thought of you being angry was the worst thing in the world. I couldn’t stop…” Biting his lip, Fred curled up against his brother and buried his head into his shoulder. He shot Draco a worried glance but it held only an echo of the intensity of a moment ago.
“…Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever bow like that… I-I hate when… It’s the most disgusting, horrible thing.” Draco let out a shattered breath and pulled his knees up to his chest. “You’ve never had to see your father scrape on the floor after that monster… don’t ever do that. Ever.” He opened his eyes to know they understood but immediately closed them again. From their reaction, his eyes were still glowing. He tried to focus on the vague new feeling, concentrating until he could almost grasp it with his mind. Then he willed it away, willed it back to normal.
Eyes a clear, sparkling grey once again, Draco sat up and pulled his wings back. “Sorry, I overreacted. My mind isn’t… I’m not emotionally stable right now. It’s a natural side effect of my exritus. Normally I would be in isolation at this time so people wouldn’t get hurt.” He sighed. He was never good at apologizing… probably why he didn’t do it very often. “What happened exactly? Did I hurt you? Did it feel like I was forcing you to move? I need to know what to expect just in case it happens again.”
George smiled darkly. “I’ve been under Imperious; that forces you. This pulled at my soul. It pulled a natural reaction from me instead of planting an idea in my head. No pain… but maybe a little more frightening.”
Fred agreed. “I wanted to. I wanted to so bad that it scared me. You looked like you were going to kill me and I was happy to walk into your claws. It felt so good… I think-I think I need to lie down…” Fred slumped; George forced to help him gently to the bed.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” Draco scrambled closer. Fred’s eyes were dazed and locked on him adoringly. They should have been fearful but they weren’t. Had he broken the mind behind the blue? Had one moment of uncontrolled power destroyed this boy forever? He sat back, his breath catching in his throat. He was heading for another panic attack.
“Relax.” George reassured Draco while gently untangling Fred’s hair with his fingers. “He’s done this before. He had to drop Care of Magical Creatures and take on the practical class, Behavioral, Mating, and Territorial Habits of Magical Creatures instead because he kept getting… I don’t know if there is a formal name…”
“Mind fucked.” Fred offered helpfully.
George snorted at the term but nodded. “Close enough. After our exritus he couldn’t fight the natural pull the magical beings have, and they must have known it because they sought him out. We can’t let him out into the garden because the gnomes keep trying to pilfer him. Ruined our trips into the Forbidden Forest too… Hell, I never felt it before. It’s really something.”
“So, I um, I didn’t break him? He’ll be okay?”
“He’ll be fine. Hornier than a centaur at the Kentucky Derby, but fine.”
Draco blinked at that and looked searchingly down at Fred. “…He likes it?”
Fred eyed him back, a shadow of fear crossing his face even as he reached out and slid his hand over Draco’s knee. “Too much. I sometimes think I don’t even want to fight it, it’s that good.”
Nodding blankly, Draco pulled his knee just far enough out of reach. “I’ll find a way to control it.” He promised quietly. With a shudder, his body shifted, leaving him looking human. In the back of his mind he knew no matter how he looked he could never be truly human again. It had taken that one lapse of control to force that thought home. He couldn’t let himself forget again.
“Hell, this is going to be a fun couple of weeks.” George grunted. “When will you be, as you put it, emotionally stable?”
Draco shrugged sheepishly. “Varies. My Clan, the Scion Dragons, have been known to go a little mad during this time… sorry in advance.”
“What, you planning on killing us? Beating and raping?” The idea seemed to amuse George. “I don’t think you have it in ya, Veela boy.”
Draco narrowed his eyes. “Just because I’m not planning on it doesn’t mean I couldn’t kill you, Evil Weasel. Raping, on the other hand, may be a little difficult. Is it considered rape when your victim is rock hard and begging for it?” George blushed and stuttered some nonsense comeback like he had known he would. With a sniff of disdain Draco flopped back on the bed. Bloody Gryffindors.
“Don’t be mad.”
Draco peeked an eye open to find Fred had crawled up beside him, mouth far too close to his own. “I know you wouldn’t mean to hurt us.”
“Then you don’t know me very well.” It was a warning but Fred didn’t back down, just searched Draco’s face, focusing on his mouth before dragging back up to his eyes.
“Just how thorny is this prenupt of yours, Malfoy? Maybe you’ve already broken it with that little show of power. …Would that be so bad?” He nudged closer, resting his lips on Draco’s cheek and smiling when the boy didn’t pull away.
“My Clan is crippled and scattered but I’m the equivalent of a prince to them, Fred.” Draco said calmly, eyes meeting blue. “That means that I am an example for the masses and my punishment is far more severe. I don’t want to marry someone I don’t care for, but it’s a hell of a lot better than being exiled from the wizarding world with the threat of death if I return. It’s not worth it.”
Fred’s eyes widened and he pulled back so he could see Draco clearly. “You’re serious… dear gods. What the hell is wrong with your family?”
Shrugging, Draco settled deeper into the pillow. “If you’re lucky enough to be born into a position of power you have to accept the responsibilities and rules that apply.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“Maybe… I think my life would be a lot more difficult if I fought it. Go with the flow and all that rot.” He focused, watching as George slipped an arm around Fred’s thigh and dropped a kiss to the smooth flesh. From what he had learned while observing them the past five days, they were either breaking his stuff or screwing like nifflers on the nip. He was actually grateful they didn’t have any magic to add to their explosive personalities. The twins with magic and without the added buffer of large quantities of open space… his room never would have survived.
“Go do that somewhere else. I’ve had enough of your ghastly freckles today.”
George shared a smile with Fred. “You do seem rather fixated on our spots, Malfoy.” He crawled up Fred’s form, leaving him face level with Draco.
“What can I say, they’re hard to miss-Don’t touch. Not when you’ve got a raging hard on. The contract isn’t very specific and I’m not about to risk it.”
“What about watching?”
“It’s allowed. Sexual contact with another is not.” It was a rule he was quick to remember. Vague in the fact of what was considered sexual contact and specific enough to let him know if he found out he’d be sorry.
“So… you can touch yourself.”
Draco narrowed his eyes, taking in the twin expressions of lust focused on him. “I can and have when the need arises…” Fred gave a soft moan, eyes dilating dark. “Don’t you two think of anything beyond sex?” He asked with an exasperated sigh.
“Mmm, there’s quidditch… and pranks… money sometimes, and family. Recently a lot about beating up dark wizards.” George listed thoughtfully while Fred sucked on his collarbone.
“Evil,” Draco corrected reflexively.
“What?”
“You lot don’t know what a true Dark wizard is. Voldemort and the Death Eaters aren’t Dark wizards, they’re just wizards that have evil intentions. Dark isn’t evil, nor is light purity, no matter how we like to link them. Wizards now days wouldn’t know how to be truly dark. Snakehead probably thinks he is ‘cause the Domin answered his call but he doesn’t have the rare power. It’s only in certain bloods, namely the Tranza Clan.”
“…Than what would the buggers running around now be called?” Fred asked with a furrow to his brow.
“Rogues, mortal demons, monstrosities. Wizards that go against the balance aren’t usually given a certain name for fear of accidentally summoning them by uttering it… It’s a common practice and the fear isn’t completely unfounded.” Draco turned his head to meet Fred’s eyes with a question of his own. “When you met the Domin did it do the same thing? Am I like those things?”
Fred licked his lips and let the question sink in. “What you did was similar but… your power, umm… essence is very different. I wasn’t snared by the Domin, only drawn to it. I didn’t have to go; I was just curious… your eyelashes are disgustingly long. Fuck, but you’re hot.” He commented idly, shivering when George whispered his agreement into his neck. Shaking his head he tried to remember what he had been talking about. “Right, uh, most beings of magic have some sort of pull. I think the magic itself… power attracts power or something. You’ve got a lot of power, Malfoy… a lot of it tied up in sex. It just drips off you, wafting like some bloody perfume. You can put those damn Veelas to shame with a simple flash of your eyes and not even know it.”
Raising a brow, Draco raised himself to his elbows so he could look down at the two. “…Dear gods… You two are practically smitten with me,” he realised with honest astonishment.
Fred rolled his eyes but ended up giggling. “You are so bloody slow, Malfoy! Do we have to literally hump your leg or do you only notice marriage proposals?”
“Such a bloody virgin.” George sighed and wrapped his fingers together with Fred’s. “All that sexiness is wasted on you, you know. I’d smack you if I could right now. Just for making me want it so fucking bad and you not even having the decency to know.”
“Well…” Fred pressed his hand flat on George’s chest and slid over the planes of flesh. “You aren’t completely stranded in all this.” George smiled down and traced Fred’s features, placing a soft kiss to his mouth.
Draco sighed internally. If it was up to these two he would never get any sleep. He sat up with all intention of crashing on the couch but was stopped by someone pulling on his torn shirt.
“Don’t be such a prude, Veela boy.”
“Not interested.” He grunted, repressing a shiver as he caught sight of the two. Well, maybe a little… He shook of the thought. No, once he started down that path there was no going back. “I’m not moving from the room. That’s the best you’re going to get from me. Just keep it down.” George dropped his grip and Draco moved quickly to the couch, snagging a pillow on the way. If the twin were right, this was just the beginning. His powers would only grow with age… he really didn’t want to think what that would mean if he already had two full blooded Gryffindor purebloods under his spell.
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