Careful Kids, The Namahage Is Lurking And Stalking When You Least Expect It
Fred walked straight over to Draco, clothes in hand. He looked down at the blonde with a bright smile on his face.
"Come on. Time to get ye cleaned up." He began, accent seeping through his voice like honey.
Draco just groaned in response. He had darkening blueish purple bags under his eyes, likely due to stress and lack of sleep. Surprising no one, he didn't even attempt to move, just closed his eyes as if that would make the red head go away so he could rest.
Fred huffed before he moved the mostly black bundle of cloth to his left arm before bending down to help his love stand.
Draco, ofcourse, just went limp as Fred tried to peel him off the floor by his right arm. Fred chuckled lightly before reaching Draco's legs and bending them at the knees, so that when he pulled him up, he would be standing.
Fred ended up having to have to pull Draco up by his under arms to get him to stand. Once he was, he immediately began to fall forwards and away from Fred, making said man drop the clothes and catch his darling as if their lives depended on it.
He slowly steadied Draco and asked, "Are ye alri', Draco?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Came his response.
Fred straightened Draco's stance before he began to lean over to gather the forgotten clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor. As he grabbed the clothes however, he felt Draco's full weight slump against his back horizontally. Draco wasn't heavy, hell he was all skin and bones with a side of muscle, but it still startled him into yelping.
George began to laugh while everyone else chuckled or stared at the humourous scene.
"Okay," Fred began, "Now your just being a prat."
This caused Draco to huff out a laugh, apparently amused at his own joke. Asshole.
Mrs. Weasley looked appalled. "Fred Weasley, how dare you curse at you partner!" She exclaimed. "Apologize to that poor boy right this instant."
Fred huffed and stood up fully, knocking Draco to the floor with an obnoxious thump. Draco flailed like a rag doll when he hit the floor. Always over dramatic, that one.
Fred swiftly turned around and purposely dropped the clothes on his love's still body, making sure to look melodramatic and sorry when he did so.
"Ahm terribly sorry, darling." He apologized while bending down to hook his arms under Draco's knees and his upper back. " 'ow could ah be so cruel."
He picked him up, drawing a small squeak and a bewildered look from the fake blonde.
He quickly recovered from the shock and replied in an over dramatic voice, "Oh, how could you!" He said as he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and threw his head back like a damsel in destress.
Fred just tsked sadly and shook his head before he started peppering kisses to Draco's neck, pausing to say apologies every chance he got before he was quickly pushed away via palm to the face.
Draco quickly rolled out of his arms and, once again, flopped onto the floor. He quickly stood up and pointed at Fred while adorning an accusatory look.
"Begon, sinful demon!" He declared. "To horny jail with you!" Draco exclaimed in a 'ye old' accent.
George began to cackle from the sidelines at the scene they were all binging for free.
The laughing quickly subsided when two little girls ran into the room and asked in the most innocent voice any of them had ever heard, "Draco, what's h'ony mean?"
Everyone stared between the girls and their brother, not wanting to miss a second. The room was silent with tension so thick you could likely cut it with a knife.
Before Mrs. Weasley could step in with the age old 'you'll know when your older.', Draco obnoxiously gasped as if he were stabbed.
"Anya! Akemi! You can't say that word! It's a bad word!" He whisper shouted at them. Everyone just watched his antics with confused expressions.
"Why not?" Came Akemi's reply.
Draco sighed dramatically as he sank to his knees and beckoned his sisters over. They reluctantly complied, a little freaked out over their brother's behavior.
He looked at both of his sisters with a conflicting look on his face. "Do you remember when I got this?" He said as he stuck out his tounge pointed to his piercing.
The girls nodded shyly, only spurring on his brother's behavior.
" I got it when I was 16, but I didn't get it by choice." He explained, looked between his sisters as if he were reading them a children's book.
"Th' how'd you get it?" Anya questioned.
"I was a very... naughty teenager."
He began, but before he could continue Akemi piped up with a "Was?", earning herself a playful glare from her older brother.
"Yes." He said through gritted teeth. "I was so naughty that I said really bad words all the time an-"
"You still do." Anya chimed.
Draco closed his mouth and looked pointedly at her. "Do you want me to tell you or not?" He asked.
"Yes." The children replied exasperatedly.
"Okay then, shut up. Anyway, I was so bad that I used to say bad words all the time, and do you know what happened because of it?"
"Wha'?" They asked together.
"I got visited by a namahage, and do you know what they did?" He said intimidatingly.
The girls gasped quickly shook their heads, apparently frightened at whatever a namahage was.
"He pulled my tounge out of my mouth," Draco started. "And he took one of Mum's sewing needles and pushed it through my tounge. He would of done more if Dad hadn't given him the sake in time."
The girl's eyes were wide as saucers and their mouths were open slightly.
Draco leaned in slightly just to whisper shout, "Do you want me to tell the namahage when he visits next month that you two have been saying bad words? We might just get matching piercings, wouldn't that be fun?"
The girls looked at him for a minute before they turned their heads to the side and stared at each other. Before anybody could blink, they let out ear splitting screams and ran back down the hallway they came from.
Draco smirked as he stood up, a satisfied look adorned his face.
"Works every time." He stated while shaking his head in an amused manner. He quickly bent at the knees to pick up his forgotten clothes, before he righted himself and began walking towards the French doors leading outside.
"Oh, so ye can walk?" Sounded Fred's amused voice.
Draco didn't dignify that with a response, just walked out the door with a smile on his face. Fred rolled his eyes and followed him, earning glances from his family.
"Where ye goin'?" His mother asked before he was fully out the door.
"I'm gonna go take a shower-" He caught George's eyes, "separate showers, jesus christ."
And with that, he left to go have a hopefully very much not separate shower with the person of his dreams.