Refugee

Refugee
Crossover fic: WrestlingXHarry Potter
Pairing: Shawn Michaels/Lucius Malfoy
Rated: R for now
Summary: Lucius escapes from Azkaban in the middle of Book 6, wand less, starved, helpless, and completely lost in the muggle world.
Disc: Not my men, not my show, not my book, not my anything! *sooooooooob*

Chapter 5: Peaches

I didn\'t sleep much that night. I was far too busy thinking about my muggle... His lips mostly. I can\'t stop thinking about the way they purse, the way they pout. I bet if I started snogging him, he\'d taste like peaches. He always smells like them anyway.

I shifted against the bed as light streamed on in through the window. Too early for morning. I never liked mornings, even at the manor. There though I had heavy dark curtians everywhere to prevent such things as \'mornings\' from happening too early. Here, my muggle decided to invest in sheers.

I growled a little and put a pillow over my eyes, letting out a long, appeased sigh. I could sleep like this, nooooo problem. I just need a few minutes more.

-Thump-

...What?

-Thump-

It sounded like some one was jumping. Must be my muggle. He\'s usually up at the ungodly hour of 6 in the morning, puttering around the house like wizards with out house elves or servants.

-Thump-

I got slowly out of the bed, going over to the window to look down. Ah, it was my muggle- jumping up on a... a... I\'m not sure what they\'re called, but it looks like a piece of black tarp stretched over a circular holder held by springs. My muggle was bouncing on it, and I must say it did look like fun. I watched him for awhile, taking in the sight of his taut body moving through the air with grace. The way his muscles rippled, his hair moving about his face and all over... He looked so beautiful. I knelt down on the ground to prop my arms up on the sill to watch a little better.

I\'m sure I can do all of those things that he\'s doing, they don\'t look THAT hard. But part of me would much rather watch the muggle do it. It\'s quite a show with those shorts he\'s wearing- if you can call the whole centimeter and a half of material shorts. I watched him for what seemed like hours before he stepped off on to the ground. He grabbed his foot in what looked like some kind of stretch, standing firmly on one leg.

Hah. I bet I can do that. You don\'t have to be some muggle athlete like him to do that. I grabbed my foot from behind just like he did, and slowly started to lower my torso down. Unfortunately and to my great dismay, it is much harder than it looks. I landed promptly on my side with a hard thud that I hoped he didn\'t hear. I refuse to admit I haven\'t the balance like the muggle does, I played seeker all six years at Hogwarts, and to stay on a broom does take alot of coordination, you know!

I got up slowly, dusting off my bruised pride to watch a little more. Muggle was out there doing flips and handstands, and other crazy things. Honestly, he looks more like a circus performer than what ever he said he does. Wrestling or some other nonsense I think. So I couldn\'t do the stretches, why would I want to any way? It\'s all nonsense. But I bet if anything, I could do those silly little hand stands.

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Shawn came back inside after his brief stretching for a glass of water when he heard a loud thud, not unlike someone falling. \"Looks like the queen is up.\" He muttered under his breath grabbing the first aid kit from the counter. Walking up the stairs he heard the first very faint string of British curses wafting from out of the guest room door, he knew he was in for quite a lot of yelling. \"I see you\'re up.\" Shawn said from the hall.

\"You bloody well bet I\'m up!\"

He winced a little and looked in the door at Lucius, crumpled up in a little ball clutching at his forehead. \"What happened?! What did you do?!\"

\"I... I fell...\" He winced and took his hand away. A sizable blue-black lump began to appear on the side of Lucius\'s forehead making Shawn shake his head.

\"Now how did you do that?\" He asked as he took out an ice pack from the kit.

\"I told you, muggle! I fell!\"

Shawn sighed getting down on the floor with him to press the pack up against the bump. \"I see that. Now hold still for me.\" He said as he moved Lucius\'s head to the side to get a better look.

\"You\'re all sweaty.\"

\"I\'m very well aware of that, thank you very much. I was outside getting a work out done before I go to the supermarket. We do need more food, you know.\" Shawn muttered as he pressed the ice pack down a little harder.

\"...You still smell like peaches.\" He murmured and if Shawn didn\'t know better, he would have thought Lucius said that in some kind of awe.

\"...Thank you.\" Shawn put the pack down and handed it to the other blonde. \"You need to put this on it, it\'ll help the swelling go down. If you\'ll excuse me, I need to go get showered up. Hunt\'s coming to keep me company on the trip.\"

Lucius looked down at the pack then at Shawn as he started to get up. \"Hunt?\"

\"Yes- Hunter. I told you about him.\"

\"Oh, the one with the big nose.\" He said thoughtfully tapping his chin. \"I do remember. And you\'re taking him to the super...market?\"

\"Well yes, he\'s a good friend and I don\'t like going alone.\"

\"What about me?!\" He sputtered looking to him with slightly spurned gray eyes. \"Why can\'t I come?!\"

Shawn was a little taken back at that. He never expected Lucius would want to spend any time with him. For all he knew the other blonde hated him. \"For one thing, I don\'t have anything for you really to wear besides some old sweat pants... And you\'re not healthy enough either. When you\'re strong enough to move on your own again for a long period of time, then we\'ll talk.\"

Lucius frowned deeply, but he knew Shawn was right. \"Fine. Fine...\"

\"If you really want to come, we can go at the end of the week- We\'ll be needing food by then anyway.\"

The taller blonde stood up, looking down at him with a conflicted expression Shawn couldn\'t read. \"I... I don\'t know how to explain it, muggle. I like being around you.\"

\"Of course you do, I take care of you. Now, you\'ve hit your head pretty hard- go get into bed and relax...\" Shawn reached over to take Lucius\'s arm to lead him back, but the taller man knocked it away.

\"I don\'t WANT to relax anymore. That\'s all I\'ve done for the past few days!\" He said fighting the fatigue that still plagued his body. Lucius closed the gap between them pressing their chests together. \"I told you, I like being with you.\"

Shawn looked up to Lucius, ignoring the slightly increased beating of his heart. \"Do you?\" He murmured licking his lips slightly.

\"Yeah.\" He whispered touching Shawn\'s cheek with the faintest hint of a caress.

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\"I thought you hated me.\"

I thought I did too, but my muggle... he\'s something new. I\'ve never met anyone like him before. No one\'s ever cared for me like this before. More importantly, he doesn\'t know who I am. He doesn\'t know that I\'m a loyal death eater, that I\'ve killed countless muggles like him, I\'m not Lucius Malfoy... I love it. I\'m nobody to him. \"I could never hate you.\"

He murmured something I couldn\'t hear- but he doesn\'t back away. I moved my face closer to his, bringing our lips together.

I was right. He tasted like peaches.

TBC