Magic of Torchwood Part 4

[absdax]

Title: Magic of Torchwood Part 4

Author: Absdax

Characters:  Ianto, Jack, Draco, Harry

Pairings: implied I/J I/D D/H
Rating: PG-13 (for a little bit of language)
Summary – Ianto has a secret, Jack is reading a book and wants answers.

Spoilers – Minor spoilers -Torchwood series 1, and the Harry Potter Books 1to7

Disclaimer: Characters not mine, never will be, I’m not RTD or JKR

Author's Notes: CRACK, crack, CRACK!!!!!!!!!! and crack!!!! Tis very silly, ye have been warned! Still reading on… oh well!!! I did warn you!

 

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Part 4

 

As normal Ianto brought Jack his early morning coffee at 7.30 on the dot.

And as normal Jack was sitting at his desk pretending to work, while secretly trying to hide his Harry Potter book under his stacks of neglected paperwork.

 

Ianto hid his smile, “Morning sir.”

 

“Mmmmm coffee. Yan, have I told you how much I love you?”

 

“Don’t you mean, how much you love my coffee?”

 

“Mmmmm!” Jack closed his eyes contentedly. “Magic.”

 

Ianto grinned and silently walked out of the office. And went back to the info centre to tidy up a bit and put the new leaflets out.

 

At 8.37 the door opened and in bounded Gwen, a smile on her face, “Morning Ianto, had a good weekend?”

 

Ianto nodded at her, “Morning Gwen, yes thanks, you?”

Gwen smiled back, “Yeah.”

 

Ianto pressed the button to let her through to the hub. “See you later.”

 

Gwen bounced into the office, obviously bursting to tell some one some juicy gossip she had acquired.

Spying Tosh at her computer she bounded over to her.

 

“Ohhh guess what, oh you never will so I’ll tell you, I was out with Rhys on Friday night, and guess who I saw leaving the pub with a really gorgeous blond?” she paused to catch a breath and Tosh looked at her in question.

 

“Who?”

 

“Ianto!”

 

“Yeah? Good for him!”

 

Owen wheeled his chair over “Did I hear the words, Gorgeous Blond? Did she have big knockers?”

Owen went of into dream world thinking of this gorgeous blond with big tits.

 

“She?” Gwen looked puzzled, “No the gorgeous blond was male, and he was so beautiful, high cheekbones, blond hair to just past shoulder length, dressed so, so smartly in tight black trousers and a dark green loose velvet shirt, so, so evidently gay, as he was so pretty, and his smile, oh him and Ianto were laughing together, it was so beautiful!”

 

Tosh smiled, “Well at least someone is getting some around here,”

 

Owen leered at her, “Well, all you have to do is ask babe!”

 

Tosh started giggling, “If I ask someone, it wont be you, who knows where you’ve been,”

 

Gwen started giggling too, as Owen pouted and started chewing on the end of one of his pens.

 

Hearing the laughter and giggling, Jack came out of the office.

“So kiddies, what’s going on?”

 

Owen looked up, “Ianto’s got himself a gorgeous blond shag according to Gwen, but I reckon he hasn’t and it was probably his brother or something. As if Ianto could pull anything that gorgeous!”

 

“They weren’t really acting all brotherly, they were all over each other,”

Gwen looked at Jack, then saw his face, and tried to backtrack “But… perhaps it was a brother…” she trailed off not knowing what to say.

 

“He doesn’t have a brother,”

 

“Er…”

 

“Huh, why didn’t he tell me…” Jack muttered to himself and went back to his office.

 

Sitting down at his desk, he got his Harry Potter book out and tried to forget what he had just heard, but he kept reading the same line over and over again.

 

Loosing his temper he flung the book across the room at the wall.

“Dammit!”

 

Jumping up out of his seat, he started to kick the crap out of the waste paper basket.

 

He caught site of the book he had flung across the room, “No!!!”

The book had hit the wall at a great velocity and the hardback cover had separated from the book.

 “Dammit Yan, look what you made me do!”

Cradling the book in his hands he picked up the ruined book and took it back to his desk, getting out a Prittstick, he started to try and fix his beloved book.

 

“I’m sorry Mr Book, I didn’t mean to throw you at the wall. I’ll fix you up good as new Mr Prittstick sticks anything to everything! It says so on the packet!”

 

10 minutes later Jack’s fingers were covered in glue, and the pages of the book were sticking to his fingers.

“Oh Dammit!” the book was now attached more to him than to the cover.

 

There was a knock on the door, Jack grabbed the book and swept the Prittstick off the table and hid the book and his glue-covered hands under the table, book still attached to his sticky hands.

 

“Coffee Sir?”

Ianto walked in with a coffee, and set it on the space in front of Jack. He looked around at the mess that Jack’s office had become.

 

Jack looked like he had been crying, he was wiggling about in his seat, suddenly there was a thud, as if something heavy had just dropped to the floor, and Jack brought his hands above the desk, there was a few bits of torn paper attached to them.

 

Ianto looked at him with a puzzled but concerned expression on his face.

“Jack are you ok?”

 

“No.” Jack was sulkily picking bits of paper from his fingers on one hand, only to have them stick to his other hand.

 

“Do you want to talk to me about it?”

 

Jack momentarily looked up from his hands, and looked at Ianto. Then looked back down at his hands again, “No,” he mumbled quickly under his breath, not sure if he wanted to confront Ianto with what was bothering him.

 

“Ok, if you’re sure, you know I’m always here for you Jack,” Ianto turned and was about to walk out of the office when he heard Jack.

 

“TheysaidyouhadadatewithagorgeousblondguyandmyHarryPotterbookhasfallenapart!”

 

Ianto turned round, “Sorry Jack I didn’t quite catch that,”

 

Jack looked back at Ianto then down at his desk, and started to pick the drying glue and attached paper from the desk.

 

“Gwen saw you with a gorgeous blond guy at the pub, and my er… copy of Deathly Hallows has fallen apart.”

 

“Ah.” Ianto sat down in the spare chair next to Jack’s desk. “He is an old school friend of mine, we meet every week or so for a drink. I’m surprised Gwen hasn’t seen us before.”

 

“School friend? Nothing more?”

 

“He’s my ex, but we’re still friends. Why the sudden interest in my nocturnal activities Jack?”

 

“I’m always interested in your nocturnal activities Yan, but this was the first I heard of you going out with gorgeous blonds!” Jack was still sulking.

“Gorgeous blond huh? Haven’t heard him called that in a long time, but I suppose it fits him nicely, but don’t tell him that or his ego will get as big as yours!”

 

“What’s he called?”

“Draco.”

 

“Really?” Jack started to grin.

 

Ianto rolled his eyes, “Yeah. Speaking of that lets see that book you’ve broken.”

 

Jack looked a bit sheepish, and then ducked under his desk and retrieved the broken book.

 

He put it on the desk, it was a sad and sorry state, and couldn’t really be called a book any more.

Ianto looked at the book in horror.

 

“What the hell did you do to that poor book Jack?”

 

“I er, tried to fix it.” Jack winced and looked up at Ianto. “There is a dent in the wall over there too to commemorate the death of the book.”

 

Ianto closed his eyes, head shaking in exasperation, “What did you use?”

 

“Um…” he looked on the floor to see where the Prittstick had landed and retrieved it, and sat it next to the book. “Prittstick.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“…”

 

“I’ll get you a new copy.”

”But I like that one.” Jack made puppy eyes at him. “It’s the one you gave me signed by JK herself.”

 

“I’ll see what I can do! There is probably something in the archives I can use. But I’m banning you from trying to fix things with Prittstick!”

”What about superglue?”

 

“…”

 

The look that Ianto gave him was enough to stop him making any more suggestions.

 

“Prittstick is water-soluble, so I expect you to clean up that mess by the time I’ve mended your book.”

 

Jack hung his head, “Yes sir…”

 

Ianto picked up the pile of book remains, and confiscated the Prittstick; he was at the door when Jack spoke again.

 

“So he’s defiantly just your ex?”

 

Ianto looked back at Jack and rolled his eyes, “Go, and clean up!”

 

Ianto went to the archives, found a spot where he knew the CCTV had a blind spot, and retrieved his wand.

 

“Reparo!”

 

He smiled to himself, “Well I did say I had something to fix it with!”

The book looked almost new again. Couldn’t make it too perfect in case Jack suspected he’d just gone and got him a new book.

“Job well done”

 

He tucked his wand safely away again, and decided to do some filing, give Jack some time to get all the glue from himself and his desk.

 

If the worst came to the worst, he could always send them all out on a rouge weevil hunt, and that would give him time to clean Jack’s office himself. He knew a good spell to remove glue from desks.

 

 

*****

 

 

Draco was sitting in the library quietly studying his potions textbook, when someone put their bag on the table next to him and a voice whispered softly into his ear, “Don’t look now but Potter is staring at you again!”

 

“What?” Draco glanced in Potter’s direction and sure enough he was looking in their direction, Draco accidentally caught his eye for a few seconds.

 

Ianto plonked himself down next to Draco, and started pulling textbooks out from his bag. “So Potions, you done the homework yet?”

 

Draco realised he was staring in to vivid green eyes and scowling he turned back to the Ravenclaw now busy working on Potions homework.

 

“Why are you here?” he asked Ianto gruffly.

 

“Um potions homework.”

 

“No, I mean sitting next to me? Talking to me, acting like you’re my friend.”

 

Ianto looked up from his homework, and glanced round the library,

“Well why not? Seamed like a good enough seat as any.” He went back to his potions, “So how do you make this potion again?” he muttered to himself.

 

Draco sighed, and gave up, “Fine, but if they start avoiding you too for association with a death eater, its not my fault!”

 

Ianto looked up and grinned at Draco, “Don’t mind”

 

“Your weird, you know that?” Draco shook his head and went back to his potions text,

 

“I reckon you just don’t want to let anyone come close to you, to protect yourself so you wont get hurt if they betray you. You know Draco, not all of us have Slytherin tendencies!”

 

Draco looked up from his potions, “You’re wrong. I just don’t need any friends. I’m fine.”

 

“Did you know that some people say FINE stands for Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional?”

 

“I am not emotional.” Draco said through gritted teeth.

 

“Ok, if you say so.” Ianto raised his eyebrows; he wasn’t going to mention that he didn’t deny the other 3.

 

“I do say so.”

 

“I’m still not moving tables though.”

 

“…”

 

“Malfoy, Jones, Quiet over there. This is a Library.” Madam Pince started to walk over to their table.

 

“Now look what you’ve done!” Draco hissed at Ianto.

 

“Me?” Ianto whispered back.

 

“Shush!”

 

Both boys went back to their potions assignments, heads down. Ianto glanced over in Potter’s direction to find that he was still staring at Draco.

Ianto smirked at him, and Harry turned his head back to his work, and tried to hide his blush behind a rather large textbook.

 

******

tbc...

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