Confessions of an Ex-Death-Eater

Friday 14th December 2007

'I get scared too sometimes. Sometimes papa has to check under my bed to make sure there aren't any monsters hiding,' Scorpius said, resting his cheek on Harry's shoulder.

'So, would you mind if I kissed your papa?' Harry asked because suddenly he knew that Scorpius's approval was very important.

'No, not really, just don't do it in front of me because it's icky when people kiss and embarrassing.'

Harry laughed. 'Oh, okay then.'

'I'd like it if me and Teddy were brothers though. So long as we have our own rooms.'

'It's good to have your priorities sorted, Scamp.'

'Cool,' Scorpius sighed. 'I think they might have finished fixing Teddy's ankle.'

Once the pain had been forgotten, Teddy appeared to revel in his accident. Enjoying both the attentions and the conveyor belt of visitors bringing gifts, that is, mainly chocolate frogs which he kept hiding from Harry. Everyone in the Weasley family insisted on visiting, including the beautiful Victoire who cooed round him, much to Harry's amusement because the ten-year-old turned profusely bashful. But Harry noticed that it was only when Scorpius was there that Teddy truly relaxed. The clue was in his hair colour which he would always turn white-blond as soon as he saw the other boy.

Harry and Draco arduously ignored The Nearly Moment at the manor but the tension and frustration swirled between them every time they were in same room together. The situation was only worsened by Ginny who had popped into visit Teddy one lunch time only to pass Harry talking quietly to Draco in the corridor outside. They were both busy pretending that everything was Completely Normal and discussing Draco's rescheduled Apparation test. Gin, being Gin, decided it would be a good idea not to interrupt the conversation as such, but just take the opportunity to give Harry a friendly slap on the arse as she walked past. Harry immediately concluded that he really needed to stop standing so close to Draco. The natural reaction was for his hips to jerk forward; she really did have quite a hard slap with all that Quidditch playing. The thing was, his lurch away from her meant he thrust his pelvis forward so quickly that he slammed against Draco and full-frontal contact was made.

Draco moaned.

And clutched Harry's hips, before quickly letting go like he'd just grabbed a hot pan.

Both blushed profusely.

And the result was a combination of Definitely Not Looking at Each Other and the Funny Little Stomach Flip-Thing turning into a Funny Large Stomach Flip-Thing every time Harry thought about the feeling and Draco's moan and Draco clutching his hips.

Still, they tried hard to pretend that everything was Completely Normal because the focus here was Teddy.

Gin smirked with glee.

Teddy was in St Mungo's for five nights. His biggest disappointment was that by the time he came out of hospital, the snow, which had fallen thickly through Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, had melted by the Thursday he was discharged, leaving behind a grey slushiness that was no good to play in. But more impactful was the dramatic effect the accident had on Teddy's behaviour, for despite Harry never leaving his room apart form when Ron and Mione came in (and only so he could grab a shower), Teddy was suddenly very insecure about being away from Harry, especially at night.

On the Thursday he got home, Teddy had crept into Harry's bed in the middle of the night. On Friday, he'd dragged his duvet and pillow downstairs and curled up on the sofa next to Harry, falling into a contented sleep with his pillow against Harry's leg, his hand on Harry's knee, and with Harry carding his hair softly. Harry retreated back into Jane Eyre. He was absorbed in Jane's dilemmas about Rochester when the Floo kicked into life and Draco's head appeared amongst the flames.