In Too Deep (Blairon)

Maintenance Man

I know I'd just got back to the Burrow, but all of a sudden after talking to Draco, I was almost anxious to leave. Umbridge had only given the team that went into Finch Labs that day the weekend off to grieve for the three Deputies Blaise had killed but three was already starting to feel like three days too many.

My motivation was bothering me. I hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep last night after my conversations with both my brother and Draco. Bill had lost his job because he saw something he shouldn't have, that something being a Mer that the Navy plan to use in war. What if that's what Finch Labs is planning to do to Blaise, Pansy and Theo when they've finished experimenting on them? If that was the case, then I had to get Blaise out of there before that happens. The only question was: How?

I had an idea but it was extremely stupid, very dumb and the most dimwitted thing I've ever come up with in my life. But if it worked-

I jumped in my skin when a knock sounded on the door. I sat in the living room with Charlie. We'd been screaming at the TV whilst watching Kitchen Nightmares but I must have zoned out, because he'd changed the channel and I hadn't even noticed. I turned to him and frowned.

"I didn't think we were expecting anyone?" I said and he shrugged. Suddenly, my mother's voice was heard from the kitchen. "Uh, Ron, or Charlie, dears. Could you get that? It's maintenance!"

I furrowed my eyebrows. My parent had never  called maintenance to fix anything. Either my father, Bill or Ginny were always the ones to call when something in the house broke - which was almost always.

I shook off my brief confusion and walked towards the door, swinging it open.

Out of nowhere, a million emotions ran through me at once when I saw the man standing on the opposite side of the threshold.

His dirty blonde hair fell just past his ears in thick, curly furls. His tan-ish skin was smooth, his jaw square and somewhat Greek statue-esc. His eyes were electric blue dotted with hazel flecks. Very few freckles littered his face, though they were still there. The man was taller than me, about 6,4 give or take. 0He held an air of snobbish-ness to him although he didn't seem like someone who'd have much to be snobby about. He didn't look like he belonged in the blue maintenance jumpsuit he was wearing. But then again, who was I to judge?

The man was fairy tale handsome, there was no doubt about that- but that wasn't the reason I was having a slight heart attack.

This guy looked extremely  familiar. Like I'd just seen him somewhere else, but I just couldn't remember where. And it was driving me insane! I recognized everything about him. The tan skin, the fancy way he held himself, the look in his startling eyes that told me he was getting impatient with my constant staring. Suddenly, he spoke and my sudden amnesia got worse.

"Um, hi."

I swear I've heard that voice before!

It took me a moment to contain my confusion. When I did, I coughed and shook my shoulder. He rolled his tongue, waiting silently as he leaned against the door frame. "Uh, yeah, sorry, come in." I ushered the maintenance man inside the house and he picked up a large red tool box that clincked and clanked as he walked. Charlie nodded at him in acknowledgement and he nodded back. My mother came rushing out of the kitchen, smelling like spices.

"You must be Cormac. Excuse my sons. This way dear-"

Before I could even get a second glance at the maintenance man, my mother had already lead him to what I was guessing was George's shower, which he'd been complaining about.

I turned to Charlie with a baffled expression and he rose an eyebrow. "What's the matter with you?"

I blinked. "Have I ever met that guy?" I asked and he narrowed his eyes, shrugging. A smile tugged at his lips, reveling in my confusion. I sneered at him playfully before making my way up the staircase.