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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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 Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:44 pm
"But.." Godfrey frowned, staring at Gilderoy even though he was half-talking to Harry. "But you know whatever I order most likely will."
He gave a glance to Harry and then looked back at Gilderoy, frowning slightly. It wasn't a matter of 'want' or some silly teenage need to drink alcohol at every opportunity. Good wines only made the flavours of food even better, and ordering something fancy without the wine to accompany it was like getting all dressed up to go outside in the snow and forgetting your boots.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:48 pm
Adela simply wrung her napkin in her lap, fighting down the urge to say something about Gilderoy's comment, to fling her napkin down to the floor and say something, or better yet, to fling it at Gilderoy's face. She loved her father and yet the constant tearing down of Harry was starting to grate on her nerves.
"Lets have chocolate milk instead, Godfrey. I'll even give myself a chocolate moustache like we used to. But... only if you do it first." She finished quieter, giving a small smile in his direction.
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:49 pm
"Yeah, okay..." Godfrey acquiesed quietly, looking away from Gilderoy and locking eyes with his sister. "But I at least want it in a wine glass."
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:52 pm
Harry couldn't help but laugh, and felt a warmth inside his chest as Godfrey gave him a small grin.
"I'm sure they can do that for you, kiddo." He said, glancing to the sides after a moment to see if he could spot a waitress.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:53 pm
As the atmosphere surrounding the table cooled to a considerable chill, Gilderoy's pulse became swollen with momentary panic: what business did he have parading them about as a family when they'd moved on without him, what had he been thinking assuming they wanted him, what had he done to deserve--?
"Excuse me," Gilderoy said quickly, scrambling up from the table and fleeing in the direction of the bathroom, his napkin fluttering uselessly to the floor in his wake.
Damn.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:15 pm
Harry sighed out loud, albeit quietly, staring absently ahead for a few moments after Gilderoy left the table. He stood up from the table with worry and some dread- immediately feeling guilty for the latter, and excused himself from the table.
"Order something for us when the waitress comes around, will you?" He said to the children. "Just water for your father and I to drink, for now."
The both of them nodded, eyes darting guiltily to where Gilderoy had disappeared. Harry turned and headed to the bathroom, playing over things in his head- what they had said to Gilderoy to make him upset, how he was going to fix it, all the while trying to shove down alternate bits of worry and resentment that kept popping up. Gilderoy was the one always jabbing at him, Harry, and yet the moment the three of them had rallied together to try and make things cheerful for Gilderoy, trying to be resilient, something had gone off in Gilderoy's head that was mostly not even his own fault or something Gilderoy wouldn't have even wanted to happen and immediately they all felt guilty for doing something wrong.
It was a vicious circle of hurt and confusion, where it seemed as if Gilderoy was the one being the cause and effect of it all, no matter how hard the three of them tried to show him how much they still loved him. Harry knew by now it was and at the same time wasn't Gilderoy's own fault. For some reason he couldn't stop himself from saying and doing certain things, or even thinking them.
But it was hard love someone unconditionally when you felt hurt by them, nor could you find it easy when you were used against someone else you loved for the reasons of some petty, inner victory, Harry thought, thinking of Godfrey. No doubt one reason Gilderoy had told Godfrey no because he had asked Harry and not him, thus continuing to fuel the cycle of Godfrey's own resentment and dislike towards Harry.
But what could they do? Harry kept trying and trying, they all did, their love for Gilderoy fueling their determination, and yet they never seemed to be able to even chip away at any of the problems. All of this ran through Harry's head before he had even opened the bathroom door, so as he did he suddenly, and reasonably, felt rather tired.
"The children have just grown up a little, Gilderoy." He said, closing it behind himself. "You remember, they both used to ask for wine when they were younger."
He thought that was likely part of Gilderoy's panic- a reminder that the children had grown up, weren't as young, when they weren't well gestured, couldn't play moods so well, weren't developed enough to take an adult outlook on things and have the ability to try to turn the conversation around. They were getting rather grown up, the both of them.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:23 pm
Gilderoy's eyes were the dull color of common garden paving stone as his gaze remained fixed on the water splashing around his hands; his fingers were dipped in the sink, froth from the violently spiraling water gathering around his wrists. It was hardly necessary to completely submerge his hands. But it was hardly necessary to cower in the bathroom like a scorned child either.
"I know that," Gilderoy said tonelessly as Harry entered the bathroom. Discomfort seized his stomach muscles: yet again he was causing discord. He was sick of being the fluttering problem and seeing Harry stand as the voice of calm reason. It only added to his sense of imbalance. "I had - filth on my hands. I just need a moment."
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:29 pm
Harry stepped up quietly behind Gilderoy, placing a light hand on his back and resting his forehead against his shoulder.
"Why don't you let me wash them for you." Harry said after a few moments, feeling words wanting to come forth, to make everything better, but neither wanting to structure them nor even say them. He was tired of calmly trying to untangle strings, and instead slid his hands down to Gilderoy's wrist, rubbing the soap against his skin as he rested his head against the taller man's shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:41 pm
Warmth flooded Gilderoy's previously uncomfortable stomach, burning through the muscle tightness and leaving his insides attuned to a far more relaxing topic of emotion. A flash of absolutely filthy things - ending in sweat-streaked faces and a mess of abused dispenser soap - fluttered marvelously in his head before Gilderoy cleared his throat and allowed a smile.
"You're quite good at that," he said softly in a voice like velvet, not specifying the direction of the compliment. He thought his husband could assign it himself.
"Do you wash your Xeno's hands often?"
Oh, Merlin damn the Queen, why had he said that? What in Dumbledore's name had possessed him to ruin a perfectly comfortable moment with his habitual jealousy?
"I do hope he appreciates it as much as I," Gilderoy added softly, keeping his tone low and without sarcasm as a bait. It sounded marginally less offensive, but there wasn't much that could be done with that train wreck of a remark. "I truly do."
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:52 pm
"He's the one who taught me, actually." Harry said with no change of tone, stroking points on Gilderoy's hands as he had been taught. Oddly enough that comment from Gilderoy hadn't bothered him at all. Lately he was even beginning to think that with Gilderoy's mixture of abhorrance and something else to Xeno and Xeno's smiling, lax, understanding, mischievous attitude towards everything that he could in fact break up with Xeno if Gilderoy sincerely asked him to. Xeno had been his rock for a few hard years in a different way that Gilderoy had always been, but Xeno was a teacher, and Harry was discovering that he might have learned all he needed to to support and be a rock for himself, and perhaps even others. He knew could be there for all his children without much difficulty.
"But not quite in this context." Harry added, rinsing off Gilderoy's hands slowly, knowing the thoughts he had to be having and enjoying a few moments longer of the imagining. "I learned it during therapy."
Harry didn't know quite how to respond to the last statements, although he felt a mixture of gratitude, happiness, relief, and love, and it came out in his voice. "Thank you. I try as hard as I can, and then even beyond that."
"We all do." Harry stood up straighter, reaching for paper towels to dry their hands. "Because we love you."
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:10 pm
Gilderoy allowed Harry to clear his hands of lingering beads of water before turning himself to face the shorter male. In their earliest of actual, out-of-hospital dates Gilderoy had considered Harry rather slim and delicate; he'd frequently sought private stress relief with the imagery of the other man wrapped up in a short dress and skin-tight stockings. But now his palms were aware of the lingering muscles in Harry's body as his hands slid to cup his hips. A pretty male, but certainly not a nancy boy.
For the moment, anyway. There were dust-covered trunks hidden away in the house for adjusting such things.
"Who wouldn't?" Gilderoy asked loftily, but his voice was warm and light.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:46 pm
"They'd have to be crazy not to." Harry said, his tone sporting the same warmth. He stood up on his tip toes and gave Gilderoy a short kiss.
"Perhaps we should go back and join the kids, they're probably worried." Harry couldn't help but glance towards the door, wondering how long they'd been in the bathroom.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:05 pm
Gilderoy responded with a light humming noise in his throat, yet again lowering his face - this time to deliver a sweet, flirty n** to the tip of Harry's nose. "Perhaps."
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:09 pm
"Hmmmhmm.." Harry hummed, smiling flirtatiously, but then ducked away from Gilderoy's grip, reaching down to give him a pinch on the bum.
"We'll have plenty of time alone tonight." He said, making his way over to the doorway and walking out of it backwards, green eyes bright as he bit his lip and gestured Gilderoy to follow.
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