Drabble Day Prompt 11

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This must be what going mad feels like.

Simon Tan, Firefly (Jaynestown)


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Teddy/Draco

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Draco told himself that the young man he'd just hired as his assistant was family. A cousin for Merlin's sake. It didn't seem to help his peace of mind.

When his mother came to him and asked a favour his yes had been automatic. That it was a job for his aunt's grandson, little Teddy Lupin, only made him happier he could help. Malfoys looked after their family; it was taught at his father's knee. That it was a black cousin meant little to Draco's honour.

Now he wished to take it all back, or at least take back the part where he'd said the boy could wear whatever, since they didn't work in the public eye.

He spent every morning in his lab preparing ingredients and making guesses at what Teddy would look like when he finally ambled in. Hair, nose, eyes, height – these were all subject to change. What never changed was the crooked half-smile he gave as he walked in, or the shapely arse that he seemed to flaunt whenever Draco looked in his direction.

To make it worse, Lupin chose the sorts of horrible clothes that Draco's son wore. On Scorpius the torn jeans and tight t-shirts left his eye twitching in rage. On Teddy the same clothes left his cock swelling in lust.

Draco heard footsteps on the stairs and studiously kept his eyes on the mandrake he was carefully slicing.

"Good morning, Draco," the warm voice drifted across the room.

Draco looked up automatically and almost cut his damned finger off. Teddy was stretching to take down the apron, and today's jeans had a tear that allowed a glimpse of that crease between arse and thigh. He turned and Draco saw blue eyes and bronze hair and realised the brat was dressing for his house.

Teddy took his place at the second bench, his back to Draco, and reached across it for his mortar and pestle. Draco pressed his hard cock against the cupboards and bit back a groan.

This must be what going mad felt like.