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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 Four:

Draco came to consciousness slowly. His slurred mind became aware of soft warmth and he slid his hands around him, clutching at silk material. He rubbed his cheek against a downer pillow and sighed blissfully.

A sharp pain in his skull caused him to double up suddenly and he whimpered. Why did his head hurt?

He opened his eyes, blinking at the yellow glow that lit the room. White walls?

Draco sat up abruptly, clutching the bed sheets to his chest and trying to recall how to breathe.

This was not his room.

This was not even his world. The memories of the abduction and his time on the ship danced across his brain, blurry but permanent.

A dream, it had to have been a dream. He had to have dreamt it all.

The blonde clutched his head in denial and shook violently. Where was he? What happened? How in Merlin's beard did he end up here?

The image of the new planet clung to the insides of his eyelids stubbornly, as though burned there. His fingers spasmed and a wave of dizziness hit him as he recalled the terror-filled plunge the ship had taken. How in Salazar's name was he still alive? He clutched at his throat suddenly, how was he breathing?

Draco groaned, his head becoming a useless blur of pain from the questioning. He needed to go home. Didn't the psychopath say that the ship would return home?

He gasped, that was it! He'd find the blasted spaceship.

He grimaced as he kicked down the sheets and found himself still dressed in the white overalls. Disgusting things. He dragged shaking fingers through his platinum hair and inhaled sharply. The sound of movement to his left froze him in place.

He turned his torso rigidly, legs partially hidden in the bed sheets and fear turning his features to stone.

The man... creature... thing was sitting on a pillow in the corner and watching him with unblinking acid-green greens. There was no white or pupil that Draco could see, only colour.

Draco screamed.

Considering the recent plunge his life seemed to have taken lately and the fact that he was now in a room with an alien, Draco felt he truly deserved the reaction; Malfoy composure be damned.

He scuttled back on the bed, legs uselessly tangled and eyes wide on the alien. The man winced and cupped his pointed ears at the sound. The thing looked far too human for comfort. His reddy-bronze body was that of a human's, as was his face. Black hair fell in child-like curls to his waist, littered with braids and colourful beads. It wasn't his pretty hair Draco was worried about though, it was the pair of large white bat-wings that sprouted from the creature's back.

As he continued to gape at the appendages, the alien smirked and those vicious wings fluttered once before folding neatly against his back, almost invisible. Draco's stunned gaze simply moved to gape at the thing's eyes. They stared back unnervingly.

The dark-haired man smiled suddenly and stood gracefully, striding towards Draco.

The blonde shrieked and backed up against the wall closest to the bed, waving his arms in a slashing motion. "Woah, woah, woah!" he exclaimed. The thing was probably a foot and a half taller than he himself was. He suddenly felt very fragile sitting on the bed.

The alien stopped, frowning, before planting himself on the ground beside the bed. He regarded Draco curiously. "Haigh."

Draco frowned. Hi? Was the tall beast trying to communicate? Did he want to be friendly then? Draco could play friends if it meant surviving. He quirked an eyebrow. "Hi" he said slowly, warily.

The darker man beamed at him, flashing a row of sharp, white teeth. "An bhfuil tú ceart go leor?"

Draco's eyes popped open slightly in disbelief. This was a promising start. The sounds that spouted from the alien's mouth made no sense to him. The stupid beast didn't speak English!

"Well, this is perfect." Draco grimaced, mouth grim. "I've been kidnapped, had my wand broken, landed on an alien planet full of barbarians. I would have, officially, been safer in Azkaban. You don't have a clue what I'm saying, do you, beast?"

The alien regarded him in confusion, lip tugging up in amusement.

"What's so damn funny?" Draco snarled, turning heated silver eyes on the man. He merely smirked in response. The door pushed open suddenly, slowly and Draco froze.

Oh please, he begged, not more aliens...

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Bród watched the alien's eyes glisten in frustration and smiled. The door swung open behind him and Ciúin poked his scarlet head in. He startled at the sight of the little alien awake.

"Ah," he said smiling. "Mind if we come in and say Hello, Bród?" Bród grinned and beckoned them in. "You're welcome to try." He said cryptically.

Ciúin started forward, dragging Láid behind him by the hand. His siblings, Aoibh and Spraoí strode in afterwards, shutting the door behind them.

The pale creature plastered himself against the wall, tri-coloured eyes wide with fear and limbs quivering. "You might want to sit down" Bród said, "I've no doubt your size is pretty intimidating to him, especially you Láid." The group settled on the floor. Spraoí regarded the alien quietly.

"That's one of the weirdest things I've ever seen." He announced finally. Bród grinned. "Like you can talk, streaky." Spraoí growled and clutched at his patchy red-gold self-consciously.

"I think he's positively sinful." Aoibh purred, leering at the alien. The small man caught Aoibh's leer and a pink stain spread across his cheeks.

Aoibh squealed. "Look! I made him change colour! Gods all that whiteness and those bright colourful eyes, he's just begging to be ravished." Bród growled and smacked the back of his brother's head. "Behave yourself, you're scaring him."

Ciúin watched the little thing shake on the bed. "Why are you so scared?" he asked it softly. The alien turned uncomprehending eyes on him.

"Probably because he has no clue what we're saying, he doesn't understand." Bród said. Ciúin gasped in sympathy, white wings fluttering. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "The poor thing!" Láid sighed. "It shouldn't be a surprise, it was a long shot he'd speak our language. It is a pity though, it'll be all the more difficult to get him to settle here."

Spraoí let out a soft exclamation. "Bród!"

Bród looked away from Láid to see the little one dart from the bed and make for the exit, his nerves apparently having snapped.

The dark-haired man leaped up and wrapped his arms around the alien's torso, lifting it easily from the ground. The small thing shrieked and kicked out uselessly. "Sorry, sweetheart," Bród muttered, sitting down, "we can't have you running out of the house and into the complex, you'll cause a panic."

The little man huffed indignantly as he was placed on Bród's lap. He grumbled hotly and turned narrowed eyes on the taller man, cheeks a vivid pink.

"That was easy." Láid chuckled, eyeing the alien as he settled but kept his arms tense, should the opportunity arise to break free. "Do you suppose he's a fighter? His attempts to harm would have been more effective on someone his own size."

Bród considered the theory, before his mind went blank as the little man squirmed in his lap, pushing against his crotch. "Er..." he said intelligently.

Ciúin chuckled. "It's possible. Do you think they're all that small? His kind?" Spraoí regarded the alien thoughtfully. "They'd make tiny children if they were." He grinned, "Could you imagine holding a newborn one of them? It'd probably fit in one hand."

Ciúin's golden eyes softened before he glanced at Bród wickedly. "Could you Bród?" he purred.

The green-eyed man gaped, open-mouthed before he growled, wings snapping back and abdomen clenching. "Not bloody likely." He ground out, trying to ignore the wriggling alien. Ciúin pouted. "You're no fun."

Aoibh smirked. "What about you Ciúín, been dreaming of baby clothes lately?"

Láid paled and glanced at his mate, who smiled coyly. "Of course not," Ciúin smirked, eyes downcast. Somehow it left Láid unconvinced.
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