The Ones Who Heard Future Scene
This is a future scene from my fic The Ones Who Heard which you can read here
He hadn’t meant it any sort of way, positive or negative. More of a neutral saying to describe the girl he was tasked with bedding. A nickname shouldn’t have caused a conversation to go this far, this in depth. But nothing was ever that simple with Theo.
“Nah mate, to call her a cupcake would insinuate she is sweet and bad for ya.” Theo sniffed as he kicked at the rocks that lay idly on the ground.
Withdrawing his cigarette pack he slid one out and swiftly lit it. Taking a long, slow drag he leaned his head back and exhaled. Draco watched as the smoke engulfed his body - swirling around him in a choreographed dance that framed the boys body.
“If you want to compare her to an inanimate object why not try something like a Rubik’s cube? Pans says that that Luna girl has been pestering her with it ever since they arrived at camp.” A triumphant smirk stained his lips as he brought the cigarette back up to his mouth.
“I was never much for puzzles. You know that.” Scrunching his nose up in disgust Draco slid the pack out of Theo’s pocket before lighting his own.
“Besides, even if I was to compare her to something as juvenile as a Rubik’s cube it would have to be a solid colour all the way around. I’m not patient enough to work one of those out.”
A deep laugh sounded from Theo’s direction. Leaning against the decrepit building they stood behind he watched Draco with an unknown expression. The smirk that once displayed on his face was transformed into a smile, one that reached his eyes and crinkled at the edges.
“First of all, juvenile? You just compared her to a bloody cupcake! Second of all, how dense can you be? That is the whole point of why I compared her to that nuisance cube.” A rose tint began to crawl up Draco’s glamoured neck. A miscalculated movement caused him to drop the cigarette he barely had a puff off of.
Grumbling, he reached into the pack for another. Bringing the stick to his mouth he struck the match he had in his pocket. Fire glowed at the tip. Cupping his hands he brought the match to the butt of the cigarette watching as a slow burn began to eat away at the paper wrapping.
A mocking tsk sound was immediately followed by a gust of wind that ripped the cigarette from between Draco’s fingers. Looking up into Theo’s eyes he spotted his cigarette between the other boys teeth. Raising his eyebrows he silently dared him to make his move.
Clenching his jaw Draco could hear his blood roaring in his ears. He was angry. Not because of his brother using his gift against him. Not because he had ripped away the tobacco stained stick. Well, maybe a little. But no, he was angry because he had forced him to confront the idea, the notion that she was anything more than a job to him.
The glamour began to flicker, dark vine-like markings etched into his face and palms were slowly becoming visible. Shaking his head Theo pushed himself off the wall stepping closer to the enraged silver haired boy.
“You need to control yourself if what you say is true. That you plan on keeping the glamour up around her at all times.”
Draco said nothing. Inhaling through his nose he began to ground himself. Focusing on the glamour to hide his black mask and markings.
“As I was saying,” Circling around him he watched with curiosity as the magic began to cloak him once more.
“She is a Rubik’s cube because she is difficult. Not easily manipulated. Though she is good for you because she stimulates you… intellectually of course.” Sending a wink towards Draco’s direction he turned back towards the road they came from. Wondering if Blaise and Pansy were worried that they had yet to return.
A look of defeat settled across Draco’s face. He was tired, it was getting late.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. Can we just end this? Honestly, what will it take?” Popping the collar of his leather jacket he made his way towards the direction Theo had been looking in moments before.
“Sure, sure. Let’s go before Pansy lights our arses on fire.” A low chuckle rumbled from Theo’s chest as he jogged to Draco’s side.
Prodding his arm with his elbow Theo began to walk backwards, making sure not to break eye contact.
A loud groan filled the space, but Theo did not say anything. Waiting, he watched as his brother’s shoulders tensed.
“What?!” He snapped glaring daggers into the boys neck.
“Nothing, nothing.” Turning back towards the road Theo resumed his pace next to Draco, shoulder to shoulder.
“It’s just that I read somewhere that Denial isn’t a river in Egypt.”
A loud groan and a painful punch to the arm later Draco walked ahead. The sounds of Theo’s laughter forever ingrained into his memory. Though something did seem to come out of that rather meaningless conversation.
That night for the first time ever Draco had a dream he could actually remember.
It was about a beautiful girl, a cupcake, and a Rubik’s cube.
