Who: Draco Malfoy and Regulus Black Where: In town When: Thursday afternoon What: A talk between two similar guys Status: Incomplete
That Weasley girl really was her parents' daughter. She was so fucking demanding, needing her building right now and making it seem as though she wasn't asking for much. 'It just needs four walls and a roof, for Merlin's sake! How complicated can that possibly be?' Little bitch. If Draco found out that Scorpius's relationship with that girl was more serious than he'd let on, he was going to be very, very angry.
He was almost done. He had to be. There was a door, there were walls, there was a floor and soon there would be a roof. Draco would be damned if he built it though, they had a thatcher for a bloody reason and the thatcher wasn't him. So he wasn't going to do it.
No, Draco wasn't going to be thatching any roofs, but he knew he had to put up the beams that would hold up the straw. He'd been up here nailing the beams down for what felt like ages, his shirt sticking to him uncomfortably while he worked under the sun. He looked a mess, but somewhere along the way, he'd stopped caring. Yes, it was important to look good, it was important, how people saw you, what they thought of you. But if he kept refreshing himself, he'd never get anything done, not in this heat and especially not with his job.
Another beam down, Draco slowly rose, straightening his legs as carefully as possible; it was a long way down and there wasn't a roof to step on to if he lost his balance, just a few beams. Confident that he had his balance, Draco walked along the top of the wall, arms out like a tightrope walker. He crouched down to grab the next beam from its spot leaning against the wall and pulled it up, setting it across the center beam.
The next thing that happened is a bit of a blur. Draco tried stepping onto the adjacent beam and almost stepped clean through into the building, catching himself a the last second and pushed himself back to his original position, replacing his center of gravity back upon the wall. Perhaps he'd pushed too hard. Perhaps, he hadn't gotten his balance as well as he'd thought. Perhaps it was the building that had decided to shift under his feet, but the next thing he knew, the sky was looking him right in the face and he hit the ground, hard.