A True Riddle

Chapter 15 - Morning

Draco grumbles as a cool breeze brushes over his arms. He huffs, attempting to snuggle into the warm body that should be there. But isn't. Consciousness slowly penetrates, dutifully following awareness and causing him to crack open his eyes just enough to confirm that Hadrian is not in his arms anymore.

"Shhh, it's okay, stay asleep." A soft voice whispers, soon joined by a soft hand stroking his hair. He grumbles again, but grudgingly closes his eyes again, sinking back into the pool of sleep.

Hadrian smiles down at Draco's sleeping form, he folds the blankets back over Draco and leans down to brush a kiss over his forehead. After making sure that Draco is settled, Hadrian turns and walks down the stairs and to the kitchen, where he sees his father, Severus.
Severus turns to face him from the stove, "Oh, good morning Hadrian."

"Morning dad." Hadrian replies, sitting on one of the stools around the island.

"It's very early, have you had enough sleep?' Severus asks.

Hadrian glances at the clock, which says 5:15. "Honestly, I probably had more sleep last night than any other time this year, what with last year and everything."

Severus pauses what he is doing and walks over to Hadrian to envelope him in a hug, "You know your father feels bad about that right?" Hadrian doesn't answer, instead allowing himself to revel in the feel of his dad's love.

Severus releases Hadrian and turns back to the stove, "Do you want some eggs?"

"Sure." Hadrian replies, "I didn't know you cooked."

"Not well, but I can do some basics." Severus smiles. "I'll get the house elves to feed our guests though."

"Then why are you even cooking?" Hadrian asks.

"Tom's had a long night, I like to cook for him if I can." Severus says, a soft smile on his face at the thought of his husband.

"Cute."

Severus turns, a faux angry look on his face, "I'm the feared head teacher of Slytherin, partner to the Dark Lord himself, I am not cute."

Hadrian laughs and jumps up to go stand next to Severus, "Can I have some eggs to take to Draco?"

Severus smiles, looking down at him, "Sure, I only have scrambled though."

"That'll be fine. I think. I have no idea how Draco has his eggs. Does he even like eggs?!" Panic fills Hadrian's face, "I should know this! I've practically watched him non-stop for years!"

Severus laughs, "It's fine. Draco's fine with eggs, and he doesn't have a preference with how they are made." He fills a plate with eggs and toast, "Here."

"Thanks dad." Hadrian reaches up to press a kiss on Severus' cheek before taking the plate and walking out. Severus watches him leave with a smile before turning back to the stove, turning the heat off, picking up a different pot and emptying it to show boiled eggs, which he puts on another plate with more toast and takes it up to Tom in the main meeting room.

"Here you are, love. Hard boiled, just like you like it."

"Thank you." Tom smiles at Severus, handing him a piece of toast before starting on the rest of the food.

When Hadrian returns to Draco's room, Draco is still curled up on the bed, apparently asleep, but as Hadrian steps into the room Draco stirs, cracking an eye open to watch Hadrian walk over to the bed, place the food on the bedside table, then sit next to Draco, who slowly creaks into a sitting position, leaning on Hadrian's shoulder, still half asleep.

"I have food." Hadrian says.

All of a sudden Draco is wide awake, "You do? What?"

"Scrambled eggs." Hadrian hands the plate to Draco. "I don't actually know if you like them, which I should but-"