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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Blaise_Zabini, Draco_Malfoy/Bill_Weasley, Rabastan
      Lestrange/Fred_Weasley/George_Weasley, Lucius_Malfoy/Narcissa_Black
      Malfoy, Sirius_Black/Severus_Snape, Remus_Lupin/Nymphadora_Tonks, Luna
      Lovegood/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Blaise_Zabini, Sirius_Black, Severus_Snape, Lucius_Malfoy,
      Draco_Malfoy, Narcissa_Malfoy, OFC-Bahiti_Zabini, OFC-Amaunet, Ron
      Weasley, Bill_Weasley, Rabastan_Lestrange, Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley,
      Luna_Lovegood, Hermione_Granger, Neville_Longbottom, and_more!_-
      Character
  Additional Tags:
      Interludes_of_20_Feet, Romance, Fluff_and_Angst, Fluff_and_Smut,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence
  Series:
      Part 2 of Zabini-Potter_Chronicles
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-20 Updated: 2015-06-11 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4515
****** 20 Feet: Interludes ******
by TwoSexySlytherins
Summary
     Summary:This new series is for interludes in the 20 Feet verse,
     suggested by a wonderful reviewer on the parent story: 20 Feet. Thank
     you! Each chapter of this, will be one shots only, depicting some
     missing scenes from the original narrative. 20 Feet is primarily
     about Harry and Blaise, their relationship, and their struggles as
     they face Voldemort and other troubles as students. I don’t what the
     narrative to be taken over by the side parings and OCs. However, I do
     want to tell more about them. Those vignettes and anecdotes will be
     housed here. They will include longer, more detailed depictions of
     Draco and Bill’s growing relationship, Ama’s time exploring the
     British wizarding world, Rabastan and the twins, Remus, Ron and Luna,
     Sirius and Severus, and probably more about the other characters as
     well. Basically, anything that’s not integral to the plot of 20 Feet
     and was therefore grazed over.
     Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created
     and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
     to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner
     Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
     infringement is intended.
Notes
     This first interlude has been on my mind for a while, so I’m excited
     to finally write it down. It is about Rabastan, Fred, and George
     although George isn’t directly in the scene. He’s away on business,
     and you know what they say about those mice when the cat’s away. The
     interlude takes place between chapter 17 and 18. I hope you all enjoy
     it!
***** Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Mischief *****
                       Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Mischief
Rabastan brushed several strands of hair from his sweaty forehead. Unlike the
upstairs apartment, the little work room located off of the downstairs shop was
stuffy and claustrophobic. Rabastan hated working in it, but Fred needed the
help running the store. George was out running errands, and one of their
younger shop hands, Claire, fire-called to inform them that her mother was ill
and needed tending. That left them a little short staffed during one of the
busiest months of the year.
“Robert, Fred needs ya outside,” the second shop hand, Timothy, poked his head
inside.
“What does he need,” Rabastan turned slightly, barely giving the man his
attention. He wasn’t eager to join the masses likely crowding the twins’
popular store. However, a break from the gloves project he’d taken on in the
suffocating room wouldn’t be a terrible idea.
Timothy arched an eyebrow, “Ta work as ’m sure they’re paying ya ta…although I
don’ see why,” the old lad grumbled. Ever since Rabastan had begun to venture
down into the store front proper, Timothy had taken exception to his presence;
Rabastan couldn’t understand why. If either of the workers had to take the day
off, he wished it wasn’t Claire. The girl was sweet and charming. Finding out
she had been a Hufflepuff before graduating the year before wasn’t a surprise
to Rabastan.
Rabastan clenched his teeth and blew out a large steadying breath. If this
foolish ornery old man knew who to whom he spoke he would swallow his moldy
dentures along with his barbed tongue.
“Alright old man. I will locate Fred myself.”
Timothy simply grunted. He had a cashier to run.
“Fred, what do you want,” Rabastan grumped with crossed arms, locating the red
head in one of the aisles.
Rabastan was surprised to have found him so quickly. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes
was an oddly shaped shop. The cashier’s station and hidden workroom below were
squeezed in the center of the building, surrounded by the aisles on all sides.
As opposed to a circular design as this might suggest, the shop was oddly
shaped too—akin to a maze—with more turns, twists, and corners than, by rights,
the shop should actually have. It was cramped as well—crammed to the rafters
with tall shelves, filled to the brim with an assortment of merry-making items.
Nevertheless, it was still very large—deceivingly so, based on the curbside
appearance of the store which included a single door and about three feet of
window space on either side. Fred and George had maximized the real estate of
the place in a way that could only be found in a magical shop run by skillful
wizards.
Fred chuckled. “Timothy put you in a bad mood again?”
“He’s insufferable,” the Slytherin complained. “If I weren’t a wanted man, I
would ring his blasted-”
“Alright, alright, leave him be. He’s not that bad, and you won’t have to deal
him anymore today,” Fred rushed to calm the older man. “I just need help
stocking these shelves and then you can return to the work room if you would
like.”
Rabastan shook his head. Leaving that veritable closet was a breath of fresh
air. He wasn’t eager to return at the moment. “This is fine for now,” he
answered, taking in the boxes at his feet that were filled with whimsical
wonders. The items that were much too sophisticated to be called a toy could
make any overcast day sunny for hours. They were a hit with children as well as
adults who had plans for outside outings and events such as weddings and
parties.
Rabastan tossed the tiny sphere in the air and caught it with an impressed
smile. They were ingenious little objects that made use of minor time magic,
encasing a selected area in a time warp that returned that area to a sunnier
time. The further in the past the sunny day, the more magically taxing it could
be on the user. That’s why the wonders could only be removed from the shelf and
purchased by wizards who had reached their magical majority. In truth they
should probably be illegal given the Ministry’s restriction on such magic.
Rabastan smirked, respecting the twins all the more for it.
After emptying a previously started box, he bent over and pulled one of the
fuller boxes over to him, twisting and turning to dodge the small children
running around his knees. Rabastan had never felt particularly big with his
brother being a good four or five inches taller than him, but the man felt like
a giant amongst the youngsters. It had been such a very long time since he had
been amongst children. At times, his fingers itched to just swing one up onto
his shoulders which was bizarre because he’d never been much interested in
children before, but things changed as you aged. That was an irrefutable fact
of life.
Bending to make his third pass at the box, Rabastan jumped and glared over his
shoulder. “Did you just pinch my arse?”
Fred looked at him innocently, obviously smothering a grin and shook his head
negatively. “I would never.”
Rabastan only scowled harder and pointed at Fred’s nose, not believing a word
coming out of his smirking mouth. “There are children around you lecher. Stop
it or I’m not helping you any longer.”
“I didn’t do anything,” the redhead protested with a grin, hunching his
shoulders like a scolded child.
“Shut up,” the convict growled, turning back to his work. He stocked another
two shelves before he felt a second pinch to his bottom.
Rabastan slammed down two wonders. “Damn it, Fred. Stop it you arse-” his voice
cut off with a strangled groan as Fred slid behind him and two warm hands
wrapped around his hips, squeezing his crotch.
“Careful with the merchandise,” Fred chastised lightly as he began to squeeze
and gently massage Rabastan. He dipped his head to nibble at Rabastan’s neck.
“Fred, your customers,” Rabastan moaned, bracing his hands against the shelves
of products before him. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing,” he
growled, while still rolling his hips to match the waves of pleasure beginning
to lap at the base of spine.
“Forget about them. I’ve cast a disillusionment charm on us, so that no one can
see us. Obscuro,” he whispered.
Rabastan gasped as a thin silk blindfold slid around his head and covered his
eyes.
“Now you can’t see them, and they can’t see you. Forget about them. Think only
of me.”
Rabastan breathed deeply through his mouth, wondering why they didn’t just go
upstairs to the apartment, but he had to admit that it was a little exciting
down here in the aisles. It was precisely things like this that drew him so
strongly to the daring twins. They were a unique blend of Slytherin selfishness
and cunning and Gryffindor bravery and reckless abandon that called to
Rabastan’s wilder, mischievous side.
At the same time, Fred and George were good—noble even. He wouldn’t have
believed it of himself when he was younger and much more foolhardy, but the
tainted power of the Dark Lord that he thought he craved as a boy had nearly
ruined him.
Rabastan shivered as he felt Fred begin to fumble with his belt buckle and
zipper, opening his pants wide and pulling out his growing erection.
“You and George are the worst,” Rabastan groaned even as he thrust into Fred’s
groping hands. “I am trying to work in your shop you heathen, yet you are
distracting me. This is not how a business man should behave at work.”
“It is my shop; I can do what I want in it,” he argued, pushing his dick into
the crease of Rabastan’s covered ass. “And this is partly your fault, bending
over in those tight pants and displaying your arse to me over and over again. I
am only a man, and I can’t get enough of your arse. I never pretended to be the
picture of restrain ‘Bastan.”
Rabastan dropped his head backwards onto Fred’s shoulder, turning his face into
the redhead’s neck and face. He lifted his hands and up and laced them behind
Fred’s head, thrusting into the younger man’s warm hands more vigorously. He
found it more difficult to remember why he was protesting as each second passed
and pleasurable sparks flew up across his nerves.
“George will be angry,” he panted hoarsely as a final defense, “that we left
him out.”
Fred shook his head minutely and rubbed his constrained cock harder against his
partner. “He will understand. The both of us have such trouble keeping our
hands off of you now,” he groaned, using his grip on Rabastan to pull him
tighter into his body.
“Hm, I’m going to come in my pants again like a child again,” Fred groaned, his
face turning as red as his hair.
Rabastan clenched his eyes closed and fisted Fred’s hair, “You are a child,” he
teased, thrusting quickly, chasing his release. “And you’re taking advantage of
an old man.” He gasped out loud and precum leaked copiously from his slit when
the redhead bit his neck in retaliation.
“Shh,” Fred mumbled against his skin. They were secluded in a corner of the
shop, but patrons, namely young children and their nannies or tired mothers
were still bustling around the shop. “I did not cast the silencing charm.
Someone will hear your slutty moans if you’re not careful.” He squeezed the
head of Rabastan’s cock tightly causing the man to bite his lips to smother a
blissful shout.
“Then George and I really will be angry. We only care to share you between
ourselves, old man.”
Rabastan groaned a final time as Fred’s rough hands and growling voice sent him
over the edge, his semen dirtying the empty shelf at his waist. Sweat was
sliding down his back and trembling legs. He released his hold on Fred to brace
himself on the shelves that began to subtly shake with every hard thrust from
Fred. Rabastan was spent, but Fred it seemed was not; the man’s thrusts became
more forceful with every second as he was intent on following his older lover
into oblivion.
“Shit,” Fred groaned, dropping his head to Rabastan’s shoulder with a final
slap of his hips. “I wish I could have truly felt you,” he whined, wincing at
the wetness in his trousers.
Rabastan collapsed against the shelves and watched through squinted eyes as the
products above him rocked from the impact. The older Slytherin rolled his eyes.
“I told you that we should have waited or at least went to the backroom, tiny
though it is. This is entirely your fault, and I for one have no sympathy for
your predicament you-”
His whispering voice—raspy from exertion—cut off abruptly when Fred gave his
cock a none-too-gentle squeeze. The rough treatment elicited a hiss form his
mouth and a valiant twitch of interest from his limp penis.
Rabastan kept his head on the shelf but turned it slightly to stare at one of
his men with a sated smile. “You really are the worst,” he mumbled.
Fred snorted and helped him clean and close his pants after casting a scorgify
on his own trousers. With a final flick of his wand and check that no one had
ventured their way, he cancelled the disillusionment charm as well.
“Yes, yes I am,” Fred agreed as he stood and took a step back from his limp
lover. “But you love it,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Rabastan’s
forehead. He ran his fingers lightly through Rabastan’s short hair and sighed.
“I think you’re beautiful like this, but I miss your longer hair.”
Rabastan closed his eyes at the gentle touch. No matter how rough and feverish
the twins could be with him during sex, the twins were always so gentle and
teasing with him afterwards and before. It could be exhausting, taking them
both at the same time, yet Rabastan honestly did love it. He loved their
energy, their passion, and their candid nature. After all of the lies and
deceit of his past life and the depressing, dreary, colorless time in Azkaban,
the twins were like oxygen to a drowning man. Harry Potter was his solace and
peace, but Fred and George gave him new life.
“Finish helping me stock these shelves?”
Rabastan narrowed his eyes and swept the sable brown short bangs from his eyes.
His hair was now sweaty and sticking to his skin. He too was ready to return
his naturally darker appearance. At the moment it was because he normally
didn’t have bangs to irritate him after impromptu sex in the shop. Though, his
natural longer hair would be sticking to the back of his neck and shoulders
right now. Maybe this wasn’t such a terrible trade off.
“Not on your life,” he sniffed, glaring at his partner. “I’ll not have you
molest me a second time. I am going upstairs for a shower.”
Fred grinned and shrugged. He didn’t really need the help, but he’d felt that
Rabastan needed a break earlier. It had initially been a very innocent gesture,
but as they: the road to hell is paved with good intentions. When he saw
Rabastan bending over repeatedly, he just couldn’t stop himself from
touching…and then taking.
“Come up for lunch in an hour,” he heard Rabastan call from one aisle over.
Fred only grinned brighter as he shook his head. The facets of Rabastan’s
personality and subsequent behavior were astounding. The man was fussy and
sweet to them at times, reserved at others—never loud or boisterous like his
two new lovers—but still he possessed roguish haughtiness most of the time that
was difficult to figure out but aligned so well with the twins’ temperaments.
The kindness that was slowly revealing itself behind the man’s eyes was what
had inescapably snared Fred and his brother, endearing the man to them. Not to
mention, the rosy blush and lustful moans he shared with them passionately at
night.
Fred felt himself begin to warm a second time beneath his collar and cleared
his throat. “Now, no more of that,” he chastised himself aloud. “I’ll never get
done with this, thinking about that.” He glanced to the many boxes to his
right. “And, I need to finish quickly or George will have him all to himself at
lunch. That just will not do.”
                                   ---:::---
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     This interlude occurs between chapter 19 and chapter 20. While Harry
     and Blaise are fighting and having deep conversations with Lady
     Bahiti Zabini during their suspension, this is what Draco and Bill
     were getting up to: some fluff/feels and a bit of smexy action.
Chapter Notes
     A/N: For those of you who read 20 Feet, the parent story to this,
     you’ll know that I am a few days late posting this. I had some major
     edits once I started to review this, and that took a bit of time
     rewriting. In any case, here it is!
     This interlude occurs between chapter 19 and chapter 20. While Harry
     and Blaise are fighting and having deep conversations with Lady
     Bahiti Zabini during their suspension, this is what Draco and Bill
     were getting up to: some fluff/feels and a bit of smexy action.
     Enjoy!
                          Interlude 2: Bill and Draco
Bill frowned and the crossed his arms disapprovingly. “What do you think you’re
doing?”
Draco froze, his back muscles tightening almost painfully as they became rigid
in the awkward bent position. Knowing he was caught with his hand in the
proverbial cookie jar, he slowly closed the drawer to his father’s desk and
flicked his eyes to see Bill standing in the doorway, leaning against the
doorjamb casually. It was as if the man could only do things causally. He made
Draco—who worked very diligently to appear calm and collected—look just that,
as if he’s fighting tooth and nail for every second of poise he should claim as
his birthright by virtue of being both a Malfoy and a Black.
He swallowed thickly, and stood firm in his positon across the room behind his
father’s desk.
Bill raised both eyebrows amusedly and properly entered the room, “Looking for
this,” he asked, raising a hand and brandishing a piece of rolled parchment
that the blonde couldn’t see him holding seconds before.
Draco brushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear and smirked cockily as if
he hadn’t just been caught snooping where he shouldn’t.
Bill came a stop in front of him and grinned widely as Draco reached for the
parchment just as he banished it to his own personal room in Zabini Manor.
                                   ---:::---
“Just let me see the contract, Bill” Draco urged.
“I want to talk with you first,” Bill shook his head.
Draco huffed and placed a hand on his hip, “About what?”
“Our courtship. It will be just that in the traditional sense, Draco,” Bill
explained, grasping the blonde’s hand and pulling him over to small the empty
couch situated in Lord Malfoy’s borrowed study. “This will be a time for us to
truly get to know each other; in that sense it is different from the courtship
that Harry and Blaise are entering.”
Draco nodded, clenching Bill’s hand all the tighter for his candidness. “I
understand. They already believe they want to be together forever, but you…we
may have reservations in weeks or even months after today.” Though that was
only the truth, it was disheartening to enter into a courtship with those
thoughts foremost on the mind, bearing down upon and darkening the sweetness of
new romance.
Bill nodded and frowned, “That is only natural Draco. If it were not for this
period of contemplation, I would have been bonded long ago to one that would
have ultimately made me unhappy, due to no fault of her own.” It wasn’t his
intention to sadden Draco with these words, but as the oldest in their
relationship and a future potential life partner it was his duty to temper
Draco’s excitable and admittedly cute yet stubborn single-minded determination
to get whatever he wants.
The Weasley heir couldn’t rightly explain why, but Draco’s inherent petulance
and recklessness that he worked so hard to hide beneath his aristocratic
upbringing was endlessly endearing to him. Draco had a harsh playfulness to him
that excited Bill’s brash Gryffindor nature. It presented a glimpse of the
Slytherin ruthlessness and cruelty the boy would likely show when crossed. Bill
felt he needed that; he desired someone who was inherently different from
himself, but had qualities that complimented his own. William could imagine
himself steadying and guiding Draco through his fits of private anger and
selfishness, while silently egging him on during bouts of trickery and sly
cunning.
In the same vein, Bill knew that he could benefit greatly personally and
professionally—as essentially a sanctioned Goblin thief—from Draco’s Slytherin
ambition and diplomacy. From nearly the first week of becoming acquainted with
the Slytherin, Bill could see clearly the man that Draco could become, and he
honestly couldn’t imagine a man or woman more suited to keeping Draco both
happy and out of too much trouble than himself. More importantly though, he
couldn’t imagine someone more suited to doing the same for him; he was
positively delighted by the boy and the sundry turns of his Machiavellian mind.
“Fleur,” Draco guessed, grimacing at the name, drawing Bill’s attention back to
his original train of thought. Draco knew himself very well, so he wasn’t at
all surprised or concerned by the spike of envy he felt just by thinking of the
older woman who had once been in a relationship with William.
“Yes,” the redhead nodded, sending little wisps of hair near his eyes, flying
ever so slowly about his face. “Fleur was a sweet, reserved woman and quite
beautiful. As you may have guessed, I have a type, Draco. But I am not a
Lothario, preying upon blonde adolescents right out of school.”
Draco smiled slightly, but he was still uncomfortable with the conversation.
Initially, he had been attracted to Bill against his will and confused by it.
Could you blame him? William was a Weasley after all. Still the more he teased
and was teased by Bill in Severus’ potions lab, the more excited he became
until Bill was filling his thoughts day by day and invading his dreams night
after night.
“So why are we even doing this,” Draco asked, turning away from Bill and
looking about the room at nothing in particular.
Draco wasn’t so insecure that he wondered what a man like Bill could see in
him, In fact, majority of the time it was the exact opposite. No one would ever
describe Draco Malfoy as humble or self-effacing. It just wasn’t in his nature.
However, he was a little astounded that Bill expressed the desire to
potentially bond with him, going so far as to ask his father and mother for
permission to draw up an official courting contract. He knew that the Malfoy
name was an enticement to most and his good looks were normally enough to
secure anyone he wanted, but with Bill there was first the simmering feud
between their families to consider and then the obvious age gap.
Because wizards had extended life-spans that were only lengthening with
advanced magical medicine age wasn’t normally a consideration unless the gap
was unseemly, but it was still weighing on Draco’s mind. Despite the dates they
had gone on since the suspension and the time they spent together even prior to
that, Draco had his concerns and reservations, though it looked like Bill was
hoping to allay those today. Draco was both apprehensive and relieved at the
same time.
“Draco,” Bill called his name on a sigh and turned his face back towards him,
“because you intrigue me, confound me, excite me, and incite such protective
instincts the like I have seldom felt before.” He chuckled as Draco’s eyes
became wide as saucers at his words. “It would no doubt offend your Slytherin
nature to say that in these few months you have bewitched me.”
Draco shook his head woefully with a playful smirk on his face, “Curse you and
your Hufflepuff sentiment,” he grumbled with a blush. “But, I guess I must
learn to endure. You may continue,” he sniffed and sat up straight and haughty.
Bill laughed and leaned in to kiss Draco deeply, his free hand moving to clasp
the boy’s neck tightly and pull him closer to him. Heat began to build in his
body as he felt Draco slide closer to him and press against him. Their
breathing picked up and Draco clenched his shirt tightly in his long, pale
fingers.
Bill could feel the tender adoration within him give way to burning arousal as
Draco turned his body and moved into the redhead’s lap. Bill inhaled through
his nose since Draco appeared unwilling to relinquish his lips. The blonde
groaned when Bill’s hand sunk graspingly to Draco’s firm arse.
A red lustful haze was beginning to settle across Bill’s vision when he felt
Draco draw his hand from his chest and untie his long fiery tresses. Draco
twined his fingers and began to tug fervidly, stinging Bill’s scalp pleasantly,
but he still bit his young lover’s lip in chastisement for the treatment. Draco
merely groaned louder and pressed closer to Bill’s warmth, a keening whine
rising in his throat.
The sound struck through Bill and the pale red haze before his eyes turned
crimson. He tore his lips away, pressing them instead to the warm smooth skin
of his lover’s neck, bathing it in kisses and stinging love bites. His hand
sought skin as well and tore Draco’s tucked shirt out of his trousers to slide
his hands inside and grip his blonde’s bare arse.
They both hissed and sighed in tandem, Bill’s fingers seeking to plunder that
which he had never touched but fantasized about endlessly.
“William,” Draco pleaded, canting his hips forward to press his cock into
Bill’s. The striking pleasure tore through him and set them both shuddering.
Draco’s frantic movements regrettably jolted Bill back to the present and he
removed his hands from Draco’s behind and sat back to stare at the ceiling,
breathing heavily.
Draco whined and shifted as the cessation of such pleasures. He dipped forward
and placed his lips on Bill’s, hoping to draw him back.
“Draco,” he mumbled against the blonde’s lips, pushing him backwards ever so
slightly.
“Shut up, Bill. I’m busy.”
The red head chuckled and pulled back to gaze at Draco’s flushed face. “We need
to finish this conversation.”
Draco shook his head, no. “What more is there to say? You are bewitched by me,
completely taken with my demanding personality and gorgeous face and arse.
Let’s get bonded already and make pretty strawberry-haired babies.”
Bill grinned, but silently pulled away farther. “I promised your parents that I
would speak with you seriously before showing you the contract and attaining
your final consent to this courtship, and I will discharge that duty, Draco.”
Draco groaned but righted himself, painstakingly slowly while atop Bill, and
moved away to put a more respectable amount of space between them. “Fine,” he
agreed with an aggravated sniff and pout, “there will be time enough for that
after this.”
Bill chuckled, “Yes, some of it.”
Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously, or as dangerously as he could with his
mussed attire and lips red from snogging, “Explain.”
Bill rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly because he wasn’t exactly pleased
by this stipulation in the contract either, but he needed to support it
nevertheless. “We cannot have penetrative intercourse until after we are
bonded. The restrictions on my permissible behavior are explicitly outlined,
and slightly embarrassing in its detail,” he mumbled. “Luckily for you, they
are harsher on my end than yours, but-”
“Wait what,” Draco interrupted, becoming more seriously outraged.
Bill sighed, “Your parents are just trying to protect you.”
“From what,” Draco frowned, crossing his arms, “I am not a virgin, and you are
to be my betrothed.”
Bin rolled his eyes, “I’m sure they know that, and that’s not the point. You
know that. There are customs to uphold. Moreover, they do not want the Weasley
heir to take advantage of theirs; there is much bad blood between our families,
Draco. Surely, you can acknowledge that?”
“But we can do other things, right?” Draco pleaded still caught somewhere
between outraged and horrified. How could his parents think they could do this
to him? Had they never laid eyes on his William, then Draco might understand.
But, to impose such a stipulation when Bill was so warm, big, and gorgeous was
tortuous. There was no other word for it. These last few weeks away from
Hogwarts would be hell and a true test of his already negligible self-
restraint.
“Don’t pout,” Bill laughed at Draco. “The contract is necessary for a number of
reasons already stated, but also it will allow us to see each other as much as
possible after you return to school due to a 1917 amendment to the Hogwarts’
charter.”
“You are sure of this,” Draco questioned, losing much of his ire and becoming
excited by the prospect of not having to wait until Yule to see Bill again.
“Without a doubt. I checked the school’s charter myself last week. It is public
record at the Ministry. A situation such as ours isn’t without precedent.” Bill
nodded, sweeping his hair back into a low tail and pulling Draco back to his
side.
Malfoy sighed and relaxed immediately into Bill’s greater warmth. “I guess it
is okay then,” he muttered.
Bill chuckled, “Would you like to see the actual contract now?”
                                   ---:::---
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