The next time that Hadrian saw Death came with a rather strange encounter. He had been sleeping peacefully, dreaming of torturing Dumbledore, when he was awoken by a strange tickling on his face. Hadrian did not like being interrupted while sleeping, so he opened his eyes to see Death hovering above him.
"What the hell!" Hadrian yelled as he fell out of the bed. Death looked down at him from the bed, grinning in amusement.
"Hello."
"What are you doing?!" Hadrian asked, glaring.
"Well, I was going to tell you that I got the wand from the hairy marshmallow, but you were sleeping and looked absolutely adorable so I decided to watch you instead." Death replied, looking serious.
"Look, just- wait, marshmallow?"
"Ya, marshmallow, cause he was wearing all white and even had white hair." Death said. Hadrian stared at him in astonishment.
"Aren't you supposed to be Death? I expected you to be more serious, since you've lived since forever."
"Well ya. I've lived so long that I've gotta find amusement somehow." He replied. Hadrian shook his head, wondering if he was dreaming.
"Look, can I just have the wand now?" He asked, holding his hand out.
"Mm, no."
"What? Why not?" Hadrian exclaimed.
"I just went through the trouble of seducing Lady Hogwarts into letting me go into Marshmallows office, and let me tell you, I am not into women like that at all. So you'll have to compensate for that somehow." Death explained, looking disgusted as he talked about Hogwarts.
"What do you want me to do then?" Hadrian sighed, just wanting the wand.
"I wanna be able to stay with you whenever I want. No complaints, just companionship." Death smirked. Hadrian sighed yet again, and nodded in agreement before taking the wand. He had no idea what he just got himself into.
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The first few days were fine because Death had stuff to clear up in 'Death Land' or whatever. Hadrian honestly didn't care. But it got crazy when Death decided to show up when he was having breakfast with his father.
Marvolo is the kind of person to curse first and ask questions later, but that didn't really work because the curses went right through Death.
"Hello Hadrian's father! I'm your son's companion!" Death greeted, before sitting down and grabbing a piece of bacon.
"Hadrian?" Marvolo asked his son.
"Don't bother. It's a really long story and I'd rather not explain. All you need to know is that he won't hurt anyone. Well, that doesn't make sense. He-"
"I'm Death." Death said seriously, cutting Hadrian off. There was silence for awhile, before Marvolo finally sat down and just stared while Hadrian finished his breakfast and Death ate the bacon.
"I'll be in my room." Hadrian said after he finished his food. Marvolo nodded, still staring. Shrugging, Hadrian walked to his room with Death right behind him.
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The day went by with Hadrian reading and occasionally talking with Draka and Death watching him like a stalker. It got awkward at times because Death didn't want to leave Hadrian's side, so that meant using the restroom with a perverted old man watching him. There was nothing he could do either, because spells and all magic passed right through him and Hadrian was smaller than Death, meaning he couldn't push him out. Trying that only amused Death, which Hadrian found out the first time he tried.
"Look, I agreed to letting you follow me around, but that doesn't apply to following me into the bathroom." Hadrian stated, aggravated.
"You said I could stay with you whenever I wanted. I want to now." Death replied, not moving from the doorway. Hadrian pulled out his wand, and threw a curse at the man. Instead of causing his intestines to fill with maggots, it went straight through him and hit the wall on the other side of the room.
"That won't work on me." Death teased. Hadrian resorted to wandless magic, trying to force him out. That didn't work either.
"Wow, I think I felt something! Oh wait, that was the nonexistent wind." Death said sarcastically. Fed up with his teasing, Hadrian charged, attempting to knock him down. Death did not expect that, and ended up with Hadrian on top of him. Grinning, he flipped them over and gazed down at Hadrian, liking their position.
"Get off me!" Hadrian growled.
"I don't think I will." Death whispered in Hadrian's ear. He felt the boy shudder beneath him, trying not to succumb to the hormones raging inside him. "I think that you like it, ne?"
"Get... off." Hadrian panted, and then Death was suddenly standing in the bathroom, looking down at him in amusement.
"Weren't you gonna use the bathroom?"
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Whew! Some action between Hadrian and Death! I'm thinking of giving Death a kind of 'nickname', something that he would be called in front of other people. Please tell me if you have any suggestions! Thanks!
Amber Silverwood