It's A Point Of Perspective
Fred followed Draco out to the bath house. The blonde was already long gone, likely in the shower by now, without him. Nonetheless, Fred continued his hike to the warm building with a skip in his step.
Maybe they would take a shower together, or a bath. Something sweet, something that would be memorable for the both for them for years to come. That's all Fred wanted as he swiftly opened the doors to the bath house and slipped in.
He didn't hear water hitting tile, or humming, or anything. The baths were eerily quiet.
Fred slowly crept forward, keeping his eyes on the changing room when he felt a tap on his shoulder, making him jump half out of his skin.
He quickly turned around and looked down to see Draco staring up at him with a questioning look.
"Oh, h-hi, love!" Fred stammered out. "Ah was just um... wondering if you wanted to take a shower.... with... me..?" He barely managed to get it out with Draco's eyes staring into his soul as if he were reading about his every sin.
Draco slowly looked him up and down, you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. "Like... Sexually?" He asked.
"Um...N-Not unless you want to. Ah was jus' thinking we could take a-a shower or a bath together. Do something romantic, you know, sinse we 'aven't seen each other all day..." Fred could feel his face heating up to a colour that would rival his hair.
" I'm okay with it," Draco began. "As long as we don't have sex. I don't think I'm ready for that, not after the nightmare I had this morning. " He looked as if he weren't bothered by the bathing together idea at all, like they had been dating for years and had seen each other naked thousands of times.
"Yeah, Ah get that." Fred reassured. "Bath or shower? Ahm fine with either, really."
"Bath. " He didn't say anything else as we walked away towards the changing room.
What was that muggle saying? 'Hate to seem them go, love to watch them walk away.'? Yeah, Fred needed to stop thinking like that if he wanted to get through this bath with his sanity intact.
He opened the door to the changing room and gently closed it, careful not to make a noise that was obnoxiously loud. He read somewhere that Veelan senses are stronger then that of a dog's, so he made sure to keep things quiet for his soon to be husband.
He looked over to where Draco was kneeling, his glamours finally off and in his Veelan form. Fred tried not to stare at his bare back, but it was hard when his darling was a work of art, literally.
Fred knew Draco had scars, anybody who had been abused for pretty much their entire life would, but he didn't think it would be to this extent. His back was scattered with old and unnoticed scars, the causes of the marks unknown to Fred. Some were jagged, as if they were cut into his skin by a knife, others were clean, likely done by a spell. It was nauseating to think of how they got there.
Then something else caught his eye. You see, it's hard to see things in the dark as a human; sure, you can make out shapes and such, but patterns and colours might as well be nonexistent in the early hours of the day. So it's reasonable to be surprised to notice tattoos for the first time on your lover's back and arms, forming almost sleeve like markings of beautiful patterns.
They contrasted greatly with the scars, like his whole being was a work of art made by different artist with different medians, and then Fred relized, in some sick twisted way, he was. In Fred's eyes, Draco's body was something to be worshiped and cherished, not burned or cut, and the fact that his lover's body and soul were treated that way was sickening.
I guess some people would call Draco Fred's muse, inspiring him to create chaos in his wake in the hopes that it would appease the god that owned his heart.
Was 'God' a little dramatic? Yeah, but Fred was too love sick to care.
Draco stood and kicked off his untied shoes while simotainiusly rolling his shoulders. He turned around to catch Fred's stare, to which he raised a half black half white eyebrow at.
He apparently mistook the wide-eyed loving look on Fred's face as disgust or shock, because his form quickly changed back into human, and his glamours didn't go back up a second after.
Scarred and tattooed skin was quickly replaced with pale white skin, his eye shape changed, and his hair turned back to it's white blonde Fred despised. It's not that he thought Draco was ugly, he would love him no matter what he looked like, but he didn't want to be married to the person who looked like what Lucius Malfoy wanted his son to be.
"You don't have to say it," Draco whispered, eyes casting downwards in embarrassment. "I already know, save yourself the trouble. We don't have to get married if you don't want-"
That snapped Fred out of his love sick stupor. "What?" He questioned, taking a step towards Draco just for him to flinch and take a step back.
Draco's voice sounded almost tear filled, as if he would break any second. "I-I said we don't have to get married if you don't want to, I get it."
Fred slowly walked towards Draco, thankfully this time Draco stayed still so Fred wouldn't have to chase him around the entire bath house. He raised his hand to Draco's face, as if he were trying to pet a wild animal. Draco flinched like he did the night prior, apparently scared of physical intimacy. But really, who could blame him.
The scot slowly rested his hands on either side of Draco's face, caressing the warm skin under his callused palms.
"Draco, take your glamours off." Fred insisted.
Draco finally opened his eyes from their scrunched up state to stare at the man infornt of him. "... What?"
"Ah want to see my fiancé, is that really such a crazy thought?" Fred questioned.
Draco opened and closed his mouth like a fish, like he wanted to say so many things at once and they all got blocked out by each other. He swiftly snapped his mouth shut before muttering the anti glamour enchantment.
Draco stood in front of him, bare, and in the light. Fred had felt the slightly raised bumps of poorly healed skin under his fingers before, but seeing the scars was an entirely different thing.
One blue and one damn near black eye stared into his soul, as if Draco were reading him like an open book. He would let him, Fred realized. Anything Draco wanted, he would provide.
He felt the jagged scars under his fingertips, running his thumbs up and down the lengths of the light pink on either side of the boy's face. The scars began at the corners of his mouth and continued on to his mid cheek on both sides of his face, grotesquely made even with jagged cuts of a long lost blade.
He had another scar across the bridge of his nose, likely from begin broken in either street fights or from.... Fred didn't want to think about it. There was one that went through his right eye, the brown one.
Their eyes met again, before Draco swiftly turned his gaze to the floor.
"Why'd ye think Ah don't want to marry ye?" The red head asked, scottish accent coming in stronger than intended due to emotions.
"Because I'm ugly." Draco had always been a pretty blunt person.
"Ah don't think you are. And Ah know you might not trust me entirely, as we jus' met, but Ah want you to know that Ah adore you, just as you are." He was trying to make a point if his pronunciation of the 'T's' were any indicator. "Ah don't want you to feel like you hav' to hide around me. Ah think yer beautiful no matter what you look like."
When he finished speaking, Draco was looking back at him, eyes watery and lip quivering.
He sniffed and wiped his eyes with his palms almost aggressively. "Thanks, Freddie."
The use of the nickname had the scot smiling and preening like an idiot.
"Let's go take a bath." And with that, Draco dragged him out of the changing rooms and towards the private shower rooms, but not before grabbing their change of clothes.