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Buckle Up Blondie	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3974 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eleven:

"Take it handy, dammit!"

Draco growled as Seanchaí grinned viciously and launched another spell in his direction. The smaller male erected a barrier only moments before the spell connected and burst into a rainbow of colours. Draco frowned. Pretty as the display was, it bloody well hurt on contact. Seanchaí murmured something vaguely impressed before throwing another spell.

Draco had been training with the purple-haired alien a week now. A week of trying to communicate with hand gestures, some of which were deliberately obscene. A week of learning their raw magic and sleeping beside Bród in a strictly platonic manner.

And still, he didn't have one clue what was going on half the time! Of course he was trying to learn their language, trying to come to terms with the new world, but Salazar it was difficult. It was a wonder he didn't suffer continuous nightmares and try to apparate away in a fit of madness. Terror or not, though, he would not have been foolish enough to attempt it' he would have most likely ended up frozen in space.

Though they had petrified him the first day, Draco lived for the magical training classes with this strange alien. The lilac haired lunatic had grown tired of trying to explain he was Draco's new tutor and had instead nearly set the blonde's hair alight with magic. Not a pleasant experience.

Draco Malfoy was no fool, he recognized a training duel when he was forced into one. He sighed as a stunning spell he cast clipped the alien on the shoulder, knocking him backwards. Just being able to do magic again, after he and resigned himself to a life without it, was incredible. The magic of this alien world was far more potent a thing than the magic he was accustomed to. He had learned quickly to adjust and control, lest he wear himself out or cause injury.

The blonde swept his tied hair back and regarded the alien warily, magic burning the tips of his fingers in a pleasant way. Seanchaí grinned suddenly and gave a small bow of his head. Draco had done well. The blonde bowed back jerkily, eyes drifting to land on the two aliens who waited for him by the sidelines.

Bród smiled at him shyly before continuing his conversation with Aoibh, his brother. Draco knew their word for brother, Derthar. He could grasp the family structure somewhat now. The only two who weren't blood relations were Ciúin and Láid, an obvious couple in their own right. It was, most definitely, a close-knit society.

The alien with the pale hair and hoarse voice advanced on the pair, a thin wrapped square clutched in his hands. Draco bit his lip as he walked towards them. What now?

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Bród glanced up as the Elder, Céad, settled before himself and Aoibh. His younger brother eyed the man warily. Céad smiled at Aoibh before placing a book down. It was wrapped in layers of decaying preservance tissue. An old book.

"I don't suppose you know Latin, Bród?" Céad asked with a wry smile. The two brothers grimaced. "Of course we know Latin," Aoibh said with a scowl, "the entire Guard must know Latin and we were sired by the most influential weapons carrier in the Guard. That dead language was drilled into us since birth." Bród smirked at Aoibh's disgusted look, curious eyes on the Elder.

Céad beamed at them. "I was hoping Darr's passion would reoccur in his sons. Latin is one of our oldest, most neglected languages. There is a slim possibility that it may have been left over from the time Draco's world and our world were connected. He may be able to speak it." Bród's wings perked hopefully and he turned bright eyes on the mentioned blonde, who was taking a seat beside him and eyeing the book suspiciously.

Céad gave Draco a soft smile as he removed the tissues. It was leather-bound with parchment leaves, most likely a journal written by a past or ancient translator. "I do hope this makes your time with us somewhat easier, little one." Céad whispered as he handed Draco the journal.

The blonde took it with careful fingers, wincing as the stiff covering crackled with age as he opened it. He stilled as he realised that he was holding something very fragile and possibly precious.

He turned slowly to a page written in black cursive and gave a soft yip of surprise. He glanced at Céad with wide eyes, stating something in his alien tongue swiftly. A small tongue darted from his mouth to wet his lips and his look became hopeful. "I speak Latin."

Céad gave a delighted coon of success that caused the other Elders to glance at him and shake their heads. Bród stared at Draco as the smaller man squirmed in his seat, before smiling softly. "I can understand you, Draco."

Draco jumped, wide eyes on Bród as his shoulders suddenly sagged in relief. "Thank Merlin."

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"Lily no!"

Harry darted forward just in time to prevent his four-year-old daughter from thumping her brother on the head. "We mustn't hit, Lily." Harry chastised lightly, sighing as Jamie decided that he wanted to cry, regardless of whether his older sister hit him or not. Albus Severus took one look at his sobbing twin and promptly burst into tears. Lily beamed at the result, bright green eyes triumphant. She flicked scalding red hair over her shoulder and toddled happily from the room.

Harry groaned and lifted the five month old twins from the bassinet, depositing Jamie into Ginny's arms as she chuckled.

Harry hummed as he rocked his youngest child in his arms gently, smiling as Albus began to quieten as soon as he was far enough away from his brother. "Timid fellow, aren't you?" he asked the sniffling baby softly. Albus gazed up at him with pale blue eyes, bottom lip quivering.

Harry glanced up and caught sight of his reflection in the hallway mirror. "You're not looking bad for thirty-seven, Potter, few premature grey hairs maybe but…" He trailed off as he saw his daughter staring at him from the top of the stairs. "you're bonkers." she stated with a smile. Harry rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it."
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