He could tell. It was obvious to a trained eye what Draco was doing and he was so proud of his student. Because when a spell finally hit Draco, Draco would feel some of the layers collapse in and disappear, but his hair didn't change color.
Though it might not survive the second spell that came in after it if it hit!
Draco couldn't help but be proud of himself when the spell didn't him as it should and that his layers of defenses had worked. He managed to deflect the other spell barely by ducking into the rushes. He used the time to rebuild his other layer before reappearing again ready to deflect.
But when Draco reappeared, Remus was gone. Or seemed to be gone. The heather blew in the night wind and the moon was still bright overheard. Where had Remus gone?
Suddenly a note blew towards Draco. A little paper airplane hovering in the wind. It read: better find the other broom.
Because a spell would come in from straight overhead!
"Language, Mr. Malfoy!" Remus called out and decided to make it snow pink snow all around Draco. Really, he was going to be smoked by the younger man on a broom and he knew it, but it was all in good fun.
The broom that came to Draco from the cabin was a piece of junk, but it would do for their fun. Meanwhile, Remus was trying to get him a few more times. If he had green hair, Draco would match with red!
He made a face at the comment, but flew off after Remus, deflecting the spells. Draco may have bought his way into the Slytherin Quidditch team, but he was still pretty damn good at his job....just as long as Harry wasn't there. Then he got into too much trouble hassling Harry instead of paying attention to the Snitch. The broom was terrible...but it would suffice for now.
"You might as well give up. I am not going to have red hair!"
"You will if I can help it!" Remus challenged, laughing. The night air was cool and clear and fantastic against his face as he sped along, firing back at Draco while building up his own protections. It did, or didnt, help that with the full moon only a few short days away, his hormones were already churning for it. He knew. He knew intimately that the time was coming.
Tonks knew just what he could get like closer to the moon. Teddy's conception may or may not have happened just before a full moon as it was.
Draco did his best to dodge the spells as he flew. He was quite disappointed with the broom as he was used to his own. Even though that was now seriously outdated.
Although, as much as Draco tried...the spell eventually did hit him. The shock on his face went well with his red hair. He had gotten a little too cocky with himself and failed. He sputtered a few times in disbelief.
The fabulous gold and red stripes of Gryffindor were an old favorite in their tricks, and seeing it again brought out a true laugh from Remus. "Who knew you looked good in red?" He called over, pulling his broom up. How long had it been since he'd gone flying? It honestly felt like forever and a day.
"Don't you dare tell Harry or his friends," Draco replied scowling. He was still smarting with the fact he was wearing Gryffindor colors. It hurt his pride a lot. Then a pause...he hoped that this didn't last as long as the pink hair had did.
"This can be undone quickly right?" he asked with a horrified expression.
"It can be undone instantly," Remus offered, trying to get rid of the horror in Draco's eyes. "I'm not about to tell Harry, either. I haven't seen him in quite a while." He flew closer and with a flick of the wand and a silent cast, undid the spell.
He may have his regular hair color back...but his eyebrows being a different color was ridiculous. Not to mention to having to explain to his parents and his friends later.
"I am oh so tempted, but if you'll take babysitting duty one night, I tnink I could be bribed into giving you back the blond." He felt good. Even with the moon coming, he could deal with it when the rest of his life was good.
Okay that was low. Granted, Draco was enjoying himself as well. It was nice to see Remus in such high spirits and a welcome changed from being around his parents who were so serious all the time.
"Fine...deal. I'll babysit one night for you." Draco bitterly replied. The bitterness was more due to remembering the words of the Dark Lord. He had commented about how one day that Draco would be babysitting the werewolf's cubs. It was another attempt to humiliate his family.
"Why don't we go for a race?" he suggested not wanting to remember those times.
The bitterness took Remus off guard completely. He gave a quick wave to fix the brows, frowning. "It was only a bit of fun, Draco. You aren't going to have to babysit him." With no idea what was behind that anger.
He tried to give a smile at the mention of a race. "I'll do my best to give you a fair match. Unfortunately, I wasn't even on the Quidditch team so I'm not so sure how much competition I'll be." Couldn't have someone who was 'sick' all the time on a sports team.
"I'm not mad at you...I just remembered something unpleasant," Draco replied in a quiet tone. "He was trying to use your family as a way to humiliate mine. But He was so very wrong."
He paused to figure out how to make it fairer. "Let's just fly around then. It's been a long time since I've gotten to fly at all."
Hmm. Remus sighed wuietly and nodded. "He didn't understand family or the power it had. It proved his undoing, in the end. He saw family as a weakness." He shook his head, still green hair falling around his face.
"Come on. It's rather beautiful out here in the middle of no where." He gestured with his head before he started to lead Draco across the empty expanse of the moor.
By the time they returned, it was late. They both needed the sleep. "Hopefully Tonks won't be too upset with me."
Draco nodded believing, what Remus had to say was true as his own parents had said the same thing. He eagerly followed Remus along the moor taking in the sight around him. Ir really was quite beautiful.
"Maybe the green hair would help..." Draco smirked. "Even though a lot of it was learning...this is the most fun I've had in a long time... Thank you for that, I needed it."
Giving a small smile, he quietly headed upstairs to his room. He would have liked to shower...but he didn't want to make too much noise. He would just grab one in the morning.
"She'll think the green hair is fantastic," Remus confided, chuckling. That was why he'd left it; no one else would see it besides his wife, son, and his unexpected student, and since it would please her to no end to see, why not? Just until morning.
But he looked back to Draco and dared to reach out, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "You needed a little bit of fun and frankly, so did I. Good for both of us. Have a good night's sleep, Draco." A quick pat, then he went to find his wife.
Luckily for Draco, come morning, the two adult wizards in the house remembered a simple silencing charm on their room.
It surprised Draco when Remus reached out. He didn't pull away, but instead placed his hand on Remus's shoulder in return.
Either way, Draco slept pretty hard and for the first time in a long time had an uninterrupted night's sleep. It wasn't till later in the morning, did he finally wake up. And a while longer before he made himself get up and grab a shower.
He still couldn't help but feel a little disorientated. He had gotten used to waking up early an sleeping in so late had thrown him off a bit. Since he was going to visit his parents today, he dressed in what he was used to. Hearing noise downstairs, he decided to head down.
It was surprisingly Tonks that was awake, with Teddy on her hip, managing her way through breakfast. When she heard someone on the steps, she didn't look up from what she was doing. "Remmy, can you take your son so I can get this done? Also there's a reply back from Kingsley already, over on the counter." She was using her wand in her free hand to flip pancakes and trying to get orange juice poured. The pancakes looked... interesting.
Draco felt his face flush at the obvious mistake. He wasn't quite sure how to point this out with out making it too uncomfortable. Although, he might quitely pass on breakfast and just eat his parents.
"Er...I don't mind holding Teddy," Draco hesitantly offered, his face still red.
Tonks jumped, looking back with wide eyes. Her hair was its typical bubble-gum pink and today, her son matched. "Draco!" Oh! She flushed a bit herself, looking embarrassed. "I'm sorry- I thought-" awkward. She looked down to Teddy and hesitated, but then finally nodded.
"If you would? Getting things together isn't easy when he wants to be up with his Momma." She shifted her weight to offer Teddy out towards Draco.
He gave a shrug. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind helping." As if to emphasize, he reached over and took Teddy in his arms. Seeing the matching pink hair amused him. At least Teddy appeared to be happy seeing him again and Draco went over to the table to sit down.
Tonks watched Draco with Teddy for a few moments, then slowly started to smile before she went back to work. Her little boy sure seemed to like Draco, which relaxed her a touch. "Remus kept you out late last night," she commented, peering closer at a pancake. "He passed out last night even though he didn't want to. Always tries to keep himself awake before the moon, now."
Ever since he'd attacked Harry and his friends... It had deeply upset him.
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Though it might not survive the second spell that came in after it if it hit!
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Suddenly a note blew towards Draco. A little paper airplane hovering in the wind. It read: better find the other broom.
Because a spell would come in from straight overhead!
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"Accio broom!" he called out. If he would find a broom that would be the best way to do it.
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The broom that came to Draco from the cabin was a piece of junk, but it would do for their fun. Meanwhile, Remus was trying to get him a few more times. If he had green hair, Draco would match with red!
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"You might as well give up. I am not going to have red hair!"
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Tonks knew just what he could get like closer to the moon. Teddy's conception may or may not have happened just before a full moon as it was.
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Although, as much as Draco tried...the spell eventually did hit him. The shock on his face went well with his red hair. He had gotten a little too cocky with himself and failed. He sputtered a few times in disbelief.
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"This can be undone quickly right?" he asked with a horrified expression.
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"Tempted to leave your eyebrows, though."
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He may have his regular hair color back...but his eyebrows being a different color was ridiculous. Not to mention to having to explain to his parents and his friends later.
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"Fine...deal. I'll babysit one night for you." Draco bitterly replied. The bitterness was more due to remembering the words of the Dark Lord. He had commented about how one day that Draco would be babysitting the werewolf's cubs. It was another attempt to humiliate his family.
"Why don't we go for a race?" he suggested not wanting to remember those times.
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He tried to give a smile at the mention of a race. "I'll do my best to give you a fair match. Unfortunately, I wasn't even on the Quidditch team so I'm not so sure how much competition I'll be." Couldn't have someone who was 'sick' all the time on a sports team.
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He paused to figure out how to make it fairer. "Let's just fly around then. It's been a long time since I've gotten to fly at all."
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"Come on. It's rather beautiful out here in the middle of no where." He gestured with his head before he started to lead Draco across the empty expanse of the moor.
By the time they returned, it was late. They both needed the sleep. "Hopefully Tonks won't be too upset with me."
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"Maybe the green hair would help..." Draco smirked. "Even though a lot of it was learning...this is the most fun I've had in a long time... Thank you for that, I needed it."
Giving a small smile, he quietly headed upstairs to his room. He would have liked to shower...but he didn't want to make too much noise. He would just grab one in the morning.
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But he looked back to Draco and dared to reach out, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "You needed a little bit of fun and frankly, so did I. Good for both of us. Have a good night's sleep, Draco." A quick pat, then he went to find his wife.
Luckily for Draco, come morning, the two adult wizards in the house remembered a simple silencing charm on their room.
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Either way, Draco slept pretty hard and for the first time in a long time had an uninterrupted night's sleep. It wasn't till later in the morning, did he finally wake up. And a while longer before he made himself get up and grab a shower.
He still couldn't help but feel a little disorientated. He had gotten used to waking up early an sleeping in so late had thrown him off a bit. Since he was going to visit his parents today, he dressed in what he was used to. Hearing noise downstairs, he decided to head down.
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"Er...I don't mind holding Teddy," Draco hesitantly offered, his face still red.
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"If you would? Getting things together isn't easy when he wants to be up with his Momma." She shifted her weight to offer Teddy out towards Draco.
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Ever since he'd attacked Harry and his friends... It had deeply upset him.
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