Liam Drabble
Inspired by the drawings of cupid12203. Liam and Gareth appear courtesy of the kind permission of rainpuddle13. JK owns Ginny and Draco...and with all that those two get themselves up to a resounding, "Thank GOD!" is all I have to say to that. >;-P
Without further ado, I give you:
“William Draco Malfoy!”
The young wizard heard his mother shriek. He froze right where he sat. Turning towards his brother, sitting across from him at the tabletop chessboard, Liam muttered lowly, “Gareth? You might want to clear out of here.”
His younger sibling frowned.
“What for? And what on earth is mum so--”
“Do as your brother says, Gareth,” their father interjected as he rose from his own seat by the fire.
“But da--”
“Please son, trust me,” he answered swiftly as the sound of angry, hurried footfalls drew ever closer to the study door. “Given the sound of things do you really think it wise to argue?”
“Yes father,” the younger boy conceded, “You’re right-of course.”
Standing slowly from his chair, Gareth glanced over his shoulder at Liam. With a quick, “May the gods be with you, brother,” he made for the door at the opposite end of the room just as it burst open to admit their raging mother.
Face flushed scarlet and hair crackling with enraged electricity, Ginny Malfoy advanced upon her eldest son. He took a step back from her and towards his father. He had no idea what he’d done to infuriate her so but he did know that in situations such as these he needed all of the help and support he could get.
“What’s the matter, mum?” he asked gingerly. He regretted the words as soon as he finished speaking them. As his mother gaped furiously and grappled with coherency his eyes fell upon the magazine clutched firmly in her hands.
Oh bloody hell!
Swept rapidly through Liam's mind as his father stepped out from behind him, approaching his wife cautiously. Ginny caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and thrust the magazine towards her husband. He took it from her hands and stared, momentarily dumbfounded by what he saw on the cover. His wife’s angry hissing at their eldest son caused him to instantly recover himself.
“What in the bloody hell is the meaning of this?!” she screeched.
“Mum!” the young wizard stammered. “I can explain, really! It was for…”
”I don’t want to hear your bloody pathetic excuses! I demand an explanation for this!”
In all of their years together Draco had never seen his wife in such a rage. Over their years together, he’d found himself at the business end of her wand more times than he’d ever care to admit to. He knew he had to act fast as it was quickly becoming obvious that this was a matter of his eldest child’s life or death.
“Ginny, calm down love,” he interjected. Moving closer towards her, Draco laid his hand upon the small of her back in what he hoped was a soothing gesture.
It wasn’t. Ginny became further incensed.
“Calm down? Calm Down?!”
“Ginny, I--”
“Don’t you ‘Ginny’ me, Draco Malfoy! Did you not get a good enough look at that cover? Did you not see what your son has gone and done?”
Draco fell silent, his face clouding over darkly at his wife’s words. Liam glanced between the couple as the stared each other down and slowly backed away towards the door. He had just reached it and was about to close it as softly as possible behind him when he heard his father speak next.
“Yes Ginny, I got quite a good look at the cover, thank you. That’s not what concerns me at the moment.”
“But Dra--” Ginny spluttered.
He swiftly cut her off.
“What I’d really like to know, dear wife of mine,” he asked pointedly, “is what were you doing reading Playwitch magazine to begin with?”
Without further ado, I give you:
“William Draco Malfoy!”
The young wizard heard his mother shriek. He froze right where he sat. Turning towards his brother, sitting across from him at the tabletop chessboard, Liam muttered lowly, “Gareth? You might want to clear out of here.”
His younger sibling frowned.
“What for? And what on earth is mum so--”
“Do as your brother says, Gareth,” their father interjected as he rose from his own seat by the fire.
“But da--”
“Please son, trust me,” he answered swiftly as the sound of angry, hurried footfalls drew ever closer to the study door. “Given the sound of things do you really think it wise to argue?”
“Yes father,” the younger boy conceded, “You’re right-of course.”
Standing slowly from his chair, Gareth glanced over his shoulder at Liam. With a quick, “May the gods be with you, brother,” he made for the door at the opposite end of the room just as it burst open to admit their raging mother.
Face flushed scarlet and hair crackling with enraged electricity, Ginny Malfoy advanced upon her eldest son. He took a step back from her and towards his father. He had no idea what he’d done to infuriate her so but he did know that in situations such as these he needed all of the help and support he could get.
“What’s the matter, mum?” he asked gingerly. He regretted the words as soon as he finished speaking them. As his mother gaped furiously and grappled with coherency his eyes fell upon the magazine clutched firmly in her hands.
Oh bloody hell!
Swept rapidly through Liam's mind as his father stepped out from behind him, approaching his wife cautiously. Ginny caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and thrust the magazine towards her husband. He took it from her hands and stared, momentarily dumbfounded by what he saw on the cover. His wife’s angry hissing at their eldest son caused him to instantly recover himself.
“What in the bloody hell is the meaning of this?!” she screeched.
“Mum!” the young wizard stammered. “I can explain, really! It was for…”
”I don’t want to hear your bloody pathetic excuses! I demand an explanation for this!”
In all of their years together Draco had never seen his wife in such a rage. Over their years together, he’d found himself at the business end of her wand more times than he’d ever care to admit to. He knew he had to act fast as it was quickly becoming obvious that this was a matter of his eldest child’s life or death.
“Ginny, calm down love,” he interjected. Moving closer towards her, Draco laid his hand upon the small of her back in what he hoped was a soothing gesture.
It wasn’t. Ginny became further incensed.
“Calm down? Calm Down?!”
“Ginny, I--”
“Don’t you ‘Ginny’ me, Draco Malfoy! Did you not get a good enough look at that cover? Did you not see what your son has gone and done?”
Draco fell silent, his face clouding over darkly at his wife’s words. Liam glanced between the couple as the stared each other down and slowly backed away towards the door. He had just reached it and was about to close it as softly as possible behind him when he heard his father speak next.
“Yes Ginny, I got quite a good look at the cover, thank you. That’s not what concerns me at the moment.”
“But Dra--” Ginny spluttered.
He swiftly cut her off.
“What I’d really like to know, dear wife of mine,” he asked pointedly, “is what were you doing reading Playwitch magazine to begin with?”