bd_terry (bd_terry) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-20 16:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | * march 2006, - complete, - plot: pox virus, ben boot, ernie macmillan, terry boot |
RP: Convalescing
Date: 20 March 2006
Characters: Terry Boot (mentions of Ben and Ernie)
Location: Ernie's estate
Private/Public: Private
Rating:
Warnings:
Summary: Terry's right where he belongs, in Ernie's arms.
Portkeying in his condition, even without with a dog and a child, hadn't exactly been the smartest idea, but lying in Ernie's arms now he couldn't bring himself to regret it. David, Ernie's estate manager, had come to Hogwarts to help and had taken responsibility for getting Ben and Bob through the Portkey and to the estate, which had been a big help. Ben was now happily playing in the large drawing with Bob and his toys, under the watchful eye of David's wife. Terry didn't know how long he planned on staying, but at least through Easter and possibly the whole of the next week. He'd brought books and research with him, Dobby had helpfully packed up following Terry's instructions, but he wasn't sure how much he'd be up to doing. The most important thing was to get back to full working order, and reconnect with both Ben and Ernie during that period.
After arriving, Terry hadn't planned on heading straight to bed. He'd hoped to spend some time cuddling with Ben, but that had been out of the question. He'd only just gotten up, after all, when David had arrived with the Portkeys. But he'd been beyond exhausted when the Portkey had spit him out, he'd done nothing but let a house elf usher him up to Ernie's rooms. Ernie had been drowsy, but appeared to be recovering at the same rate as Terry was, and no one had batted an eye as the House Elf got Terry changed into fresh pajamas and tucked in beside Ernie. They'd shared a soft smile and a brief kiss, but moving too much pained them both, and anything more than a gentle brush of hands was out of the question.
"Missed you," Terry mumbled, grinning sleepily as Ernie returned the sentiment. The last thing he was conscious of was the press of Ernie's shoulder against his own, even in the large bed.