littleblackbow (littleblackbow) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2008-12-12 03:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: littleblackbow, dec12, fandom: harry potter, prompt12, year: 2008 |
Day12, Harry Potterverse, DM/GL, "You are Mine"
Title: You are Mine
Author: littleblackbow
Word Count: ~500
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: DM/GL
Rating: PG
Previous Chapters:
"The Scrooge of My Existence"
"Red bows"
"What is That?"
"It's About Time"
"Always Deeper"
"Spicier"
"In the Calm of the Cold"
"A Vow off the Cuff"
"Many Happy Returns"
"An Important Gift"
"An Important Gift: Part II"
When Draco came to visit on December 22, Lockhart was not in his room. Which was ridiculous because he was always in his room around tea time. It was their time together.
They had fallen into a certain routine, you see. Draco would show up just four minutes late and either grumble about the weather, or how today's staircase had six more stairs than the day before, or how there were at least a dozen other things he could be doing to better occupy his time. And then Lockhart would smile and wave him to the empty chair across from him, pour out the tea, and tell Draco his newest and most amazing discovery about himself. (Apparently Gilderoy had taken to reading all of his own books).
Draco would then pretend to be interested while he drank his tea, and then find various excuses to stall his departure. It was that look on Lockhart's face that got him every time. The loneliness would flash across his eyes for just the briefest moment. It was secretly one of Draco's favorite things about his visits. Not that he was making the man lonely when he left, but that look assured him that he was, in fact, needed, wanted, and appreciated in a way that he'd never been before.
Today, however, the man was not in his room.
Draco stormed out into the hallway. "Where is he?" he demanded of a passing mediwitch. "Mr. Lockhart, where is he?"
The woman looked confused for a moment, and then waved her wand in the air. A chart appeared, and writing began scrawling itself across the page. "Aah, it seems there's been an accident."
Draco's face blanched.
The woman didn't even look up. "He's on the second floor in the bone re-knitting ward. Apparently he was--"
As the witch looked up, she only saw the flash of the young man's platinum blond hair and emerald green cloak turn around the far corner. "-- ice skating?"
Somehow Draco made it down to the ward, and found the room where Lockhart was receiving his treatments. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Draco marched directly into the room without even so much as a knock.
"Aah! There you are," Gilderoy said with a bit of a potions-induced slur, "So sorry about not being there for tea, my young man, but you see, they wouldn't let me leave a note before--ooomf" One moment, Gilderoy was laying there awaiting the next round of so-called "knitting of the bones" in his leg and ankle, and the next moment, he found himself with a lapful of Draco Malfoy who had practically smothered him with a chenille-wrinkling hug.
"You're alright. You're here, and you're going to be fine, and... and you're alright, and you are MINE, and don't you dare even think about ever damaging anything of mine again, do you hear me?"