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Gooey Melting Hearts	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 24972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Gill blinked and looked down at the man laying on the floor, “Huh?”
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Mathias beamed with pride as he saw Lucius practiced a spell on a thread, “You’re getting the hang of this. I think having such a lot of practice in runes is helping you with the finer actions.” He commented as he watched the thread move in a stitching motion. Of course, with nothing to stitch together it looked like a tiny snake slithering around.
“Thank you, but I get the feeling you’re going easy on me.” Lucius commented only to get an eye roll in response.
“Yes, I’m sorry about that. I usually toss people into the deep end after they nearly bleed to death.” The healer said sarcastically, getting a laugh from Lucius.
Another healer popped her head into the office, “If you want a little test for your apprentice we have someone who needs a house visit for a … friend.” The amused healer said implying that she suspected that it was more than a friendship.
Mathias tapped his chin in thought before nodding, “Sounds like a good idea. Lucius, you’re in charge of my potion bag.” He said as he handed Lucius the bag and Lucius knew it wasn’t a chore. The Malfoy heir was positive that this was going to be a quiz at some point.
“Excellent! Come with me!” The healer said and she guided the two to the lobby. “We have an opening for your friend. Healer Mathias and his apprentice will do the visit.” She said, quietly and professionally, to a man with blue hair who was seated in a seat in the waiting room.
The blue haired man sighed in relief as he stood up, “Thank you. I’m Gill by the way.” He greeted them as they went to the floo. After the green flames transported the three men to an apartment living room, Gill guided them up the stairs. “My … friend is refusing to get out of bed because of a bad hangover and his lower back is very sore. I also have some scratches on my back if you don’t mind healing that too.” He said as pulled his t-shirt off revealing scratches that looked like someone was holding him, but also digging his fingers in.
Lucius clapped a hand over his mouth to stop a laugh as his mind conjured up a rather perverted backstory for the collection of injuries, “I see.”
“We can do that.” Mathias said cheerfully, ignoring Lucius’ amusement. Once Gill opened the door the healer went over to the bed where someone naked was lying on his belly under the sheets with his face buried under the pillow. “I’m Mathias, I’m a healer from St. Mungo’s and I’ll quietly scan you, ok?” He asked and assumed that the grumble he heard was a grouchy yes.
With a few scanning spells Mathias lifted his hand and held it over the sheets. It was the exact spot where the man’s tailbone was, but it was hidden by the thin bed sheet. The fabric didn’t change a thing. Mathias’ hand glowed slightly, healing the sore back through the sheet
“Does that feel better?” Mathias asked when he saw that the body on the bed seemed far less tense. When the pillow bobbed they, yet again, assumed that it was a yes. “Lucius, which potions would be best for treating a hangover?”
“Pain reliever and a tablespoon of a blood restoring potion.” Lucius answered without skipping a beat. As he reached into the medical bag and handed over the pain reliever he saw the surprised look on Mathias’ face. “I have a very good potion loving friend.” He said with a smug, yet proud, smirk before measuring out a tablespoon of a blood restoring potion.
Mathias took the pain reliever with a chuckle, “Ah yes! I nearly forgot.” He said feeling a little silly for forgetting about Severus’ knowledge and friendship with Lucius. Mathias uncorked the vial, added the tablespoon of the blood restoring potion that Lucius handed him and turned his attention to the man on the bed. “The blood restoring potion is already mixed in. Do you need help-“ Mathias blinked as his patient’s arm shot out and snatched the vial. Somehow the man on the bed brought the vial under the pillow and drank it without removing the pillow on his head or revealing his face.
“Cute.” Gill said with a short laugh as his ‘friend’ on the bed tossed the empty vial back to Mathias without leaving his mini pillow fort.
Mathias raised an eyebrow, “Indeed.” He said and was concerned that the man spilled the potion. After the impressed healer cast a scanning spell, which surprisingly revealed that the man didn’t spill a drop of his potion, he turned to Gill. “Now if you’d have a seat we can treat you.” He said as he took the jar of healing ointment from Lucius, who was already prepared for the next patient.
“Of course.” Gill said and, with his shirt still in his hand, sat sideways on the end of the bed so the healer could spread the ointment on the cuts and bruises that covered his back. “Yes. Yes. It’s my fault.” He muttered as the man under the sheets moved his leg as if to kick him, but Gill just casually held the lump under the sheets that looked like an ankle. With the blue haired man seemingly playfully pinning the foot down the healer started applying the ointment.
Lucius handed Gill a full vial of a blood restoring potion, “Would you like a pain reliever or is the ointment enough?” Lucius asked as one by one the cuts and slight bruises healed thanks to the ointment being spread on by Mathias.
While still holding the foot still Gill put his shirt down on the bed and took the vial with his free hand, “This is enough.” Gill said with a shrug before he drank the blood restoring potion he was given.
“Very well … I think that’s all of them.” Mathias exclaimed and looked the back over as he screwed the cap back onto the ointment’s container. “I’ll just do a quick scan to be sure.” The healer said and cast the spell. “All done!”
Gill smiled, “Thanks. Bye.” He watched the healers quickly leave before he could even get up to escort them out. Gill chuckled when he heard the floo take the two healers away a moment later. “Well they definitely think we fucked-“ The werewolf was cut off when the furious man on the bed finally removed the pillow and promptly threw it right at Gill’s face.
“That is your fault!” The man snapped and struggled to get out of the bed, but he couldn’t move one leg. “Let go of my foot!” He demanded and tried to yank his foot out of Gill’s grip.
Gill scoffed and continued casually pinning the limb down to the bed, “No. You’re just going to kick me again.”
“You deserve it! You stripped me!” The man snapped, but no matter how much he struggled he couldn’t break the vice like grip on his ankle.
“Actually, you did. Besides, you puked all over yourself … did you want to sit in it?” Gill muttered before finally letting the foot go. Unfortunately, he didn’t really warn the foot’s owner and the sudden action resulted in the man falling off the bed because he was still pulling with all his might.
Of course, the short fall to the floor barely fazed the man, but a blush came to his cheeks as he realized that the bedsheets were no longer covering him, “You should’ve just spelled it off! Now give me my clothes!”
The werewolf’s jaw clenched in annoyance, “Spelling it away does nothing! I would still be able to smell the vomit that was left! I would’ve spelled them off to clean them properly. Not that it matters now since you destroyed them!”
“Dragonshit! Give them over, you pervert, or I’ll go to the ministry! I’d love to hear you explain why I was naked with a sore back to them!” The naked man yelled as he
“That was all your fault and the only reason I didn’t take your drunken ass to the ministry in the first place was because you begged me not to. Something about ‘meanie policies’ … I kind of believe you are in trouble for something since you never asked those healers for help. Plus, you did set your clothes on fire, Lyall. Casting spells when drunk is illegal.” Gill muttered as he got up and went to the nearby dresser. After reaching in he pulled out some baggy clothes, but when he turned and tossed the clothes down to the naked man he noticed the guy was completely confused. “You have no clue what happened last night, do you?”
Lyall opened his mouth to yell again, but paused a moment before looking confused again, “How do you know my name?”
The werewolf sighed in exhaustion, “I need coffee. Get your ass downstairs and I’ll explain.” He said as he grabbed his shirt from the bed and put it back on before leaving the room.
In complete shock Lyall’s jaw dropped, “He actually left?!”
“Yes I did. I’m also making pancakes. Put some pants on or you get nothing.” The werewolf called from the downstairs kitchen.
It took several moments for Lyall to even consider joining the werewolf. At first he just begrudgingly put the clothes on and sat on the bed. Eventually, the smell of the coffee and pancakes made his stomach grumble and he could no longer resist. Finally, he stood up and went downstairs where he did go into the kitchen, but didn’t sit down at the small table.
Gill looked up at Lyall as he chewed his syrup pancake piece, “I'm more than capable of eating all these pancakes so you should hurry.” He warned before taking a sip of his coffee and cutting off another syrupy morsel to devour.
After forcing his eyes away from the blue haired werewolf, Lyall spotted the stack of pancakes in the center of the table next to the kettle. As if to make a point Gill moved a couple pancakes from the main stack and onto his own plate where it was slowly consumed. A sulky Lyall ignored his suspicions of the werewolf made meal in favor of his whining stomach. He went over and sat down at the spot across from Gill where an empty plate and cup were waiting patiently.
“Are you, at least, going to give back my wand?” Lyall muttered bitterly as he helped himself to the stranger’s food and hot coffee.
“It’s over there.” Gill said between bites of pancakes as he pointed to the little space on top of the highest cabinets where you could see a wand was stuck out of reach.
Lyall blinked as he stared at his wand, “I … I have no fucking idea what happened last night.”
The werewolf scoffed, “You pointed at me and screamed Wobblewolf right before passing out. I volunteered to help the bartender carry you to a floo to get you to the ministry. That’s when you woke up and refused to go because, and I quote, ‘if you take me there I’ll lose my son’ …” Gill’s sentence trailed off, almost expecting his ‘guest’ to clarify.
Lyall huffed when he noticed that the werewolf was waiting, “Why should I tell you anything?” He said as he grabbed a couple pancakes from the stack and put it on his plate all while avoiding making eye contact with the werewolf.
“Right. Whatever. Now where was I?”Gill mused and took a sip of hot coffee. “Ah yes. I heard your chatter and decided it might be best to hear you out so I took you to my place. The second I got you in my home you threw up on us and immediately ran around throwing lots of different hexes everywhere trying to banish the vomit, which you kind of did, but I guess you didn’t mean to shred and burn my original shirt and your clothes too.” He commented, ignoring the glare he got as a result.
Lyall scoffed, “Pervert.”
“Under the right circumstances, yes I am.” Gill said with a shrug and deliberately took longer than necessary chewing his next syrup coated victim just to annoy Lyall. “Anyway, I grabbed your wand and tossed it so you couldn’t get it, but I made the mistake of standing between you and the wand. You called yourself ‘Lyall of Pixie Land’ and kind of tried to do a tackle and hug like attack to get past me, which is how I got scratched up. Then you slipped and landed on that last step of the stairs. Thus, your sore backside and you finally passed out again so I got you to bed. I spent the rest of the night getting rid of the vomit smell since the spells didn’t get everything. Never does.” Gill muttered and looked at Lyall. “I kind of deserve some answers considering I got you out of the bar, paid your tab, paid for the medical treatment and made breakfast.”
“Not like I was in danger with only humans at that supposed werewolf bar.” Lyall grumbled stubbornly not wanting to explain anything and used the only excuse he had no matter how weak it was.
Gill raised an eyebrow, “Humans can be sickos too, you know. Besides, there wasn’t a single human there so I don’t-“
“Dragonshit. I was listening … I may not remember much, but I remember your hair and that you were the only one who talked about the full moon!” Lyall argued.
“So? We chat about a lot of things. If anything it’s weird to find us mentioning the full moon unless you find a werewolf who has a thing for pain.” Gill said bluntly, but blinked in confusion when Lyall just seemed to stare at him. “What?”
The silence lingered for a few moments, but once the werewolf started feeling especially awkward Lyall dropped the utensils on the plate, “Is it really that painful? … the full moon.”
“The moon is in the sky so I can’t really tell if it’s in pain. Let's get a bandage up there.” Gill said casually, but then flinched when he saw that Lyall did not like his joke. It was, however, that pissed off scowl that made the werewolf realize something. “Is this about you or your son? Did one of you recently change-“
“No.” Lyall snapped. “Is it painful?”
The werewolf sighed, “Your bones break, crack and twist as your body shifts. Your skin stretches and even tears as it tries to cover your new frame. If you’re lucky then for a split second it feels like all your nails are ripped out as they change into claws. What’s worse is when you don’t shift back properly. You can wake up with broken bones or gashes or, if you’re forced to transform in a small space, self inflicted wounds … even bite marks that are potentially fatal if on the wrist.” Gill admitted and his eyes widened when he saw how shaken Lyall looked.
All the color in Lyall’s face drained leaving him completely white with fear, “I need to check something.” He said, shaking slightly.
“Ok, I’ll go-“ Gill was in the middle of taking a sip of coffee when he heard the sound of footsteps running down the hall. He knew Lyall was looking for the floo and once he heard the sound of flames he knew Lyall flooed away. “Bloody hell … so much for my day off.” Gill muttered as he got up and went upstairs.
After a moment of searching his dresser he pulled out his wand and an Auror badge. Gill then went to his own floo and pressed his badge to his floo. A few words appeared in the badge and he used those words to floo away. When he walked out of the floo and into a house he heard a light tapping at the home’s front door.
Of course, Gill opened the door and found a ministry marked note on the door that was apparently charmed to tap on the door, “Amber, huh … we must’ve just missed her.” The werewolf commented as he read the name on the note. After he took the note he shut the door and went to find the source of some banging that started. He found Lyall just around the corner trying to break a door down.
“Stupid, fucking door!” Lyall screamed as he rammed his body into the door in a desperate attempt to open it. “Dammit. Where’s my wand?” He screamed, already forgetting that he left his poor wand stranded on the cabinets at Gill’s place.
Gill sighed, “This might help.” He said and cast a charm to open the door. Immediately after he put the note and his badge in his pocket and held his nose closed as if he smelled something.
Without even a thank you Lyall rushed in, but then turned to glare at Gill, who joined him in the room despite clearly smelling something bad, “You’re a fucking liar! He was never hurt!” He yelled, gesturing to the small, perfectly spotless room.
“Since you seem clueless I’m guessing your son knows cleaning spells. Do you remember my earlier point about cleaning spells not being able to remove everything?” Gill asked and before Lyall could continue screaming he cast a wordless charm. The walls, tiny cot and every other surface started seeping blood.
Lyall looked on in horror as the previously unseen blood from years of full moons and he fell to knees, “But … he was a child when … how did I miss this?”
“A child … the pain increases as you get older. There probably wouldn’t have been any major injuries until he hit puberty and by then, especially if he goes to school, he might’ve learned cleaning spells … I’m guessing, but he probably only cares about what you smell and doesn’t know other werewolves who would teach him proper cleaning methods.” Gill said as he kneeled next to the man.
Without saying a word Lyall nodded sharply before breaking down into tears with only the werewolf there to comfort him …
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Euphemia smiled as James, Sirius and Remus returned after finishing work for the day, “You boys are just in time. Gem is starting dinner right now, but look! We have a few deliveries! One is the first compartmentalized trunk for Remus so you can check that out and we have two letters. One from Remus’ father and one is from Severus!” She said and stopped herself from laughing at the instant look of excitement that came to her son’s face at the mention of Severus.
The Crock & Pestle uniforms were practically tossed aside and they all went to see the deliveries for themselves …
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