Brax sighed softly studying the other man as he settled back against the pillows, Bitig nhis lip, because he wanted to tell him,but he couldn't. Not draco, who was a malfoy, who knew what he thought of weasley's in the future?They didn't get along in this time period, he didn't want to see what it'd be in the future. Shaking his head he scooted over,tugging the other man into the bed,making him lay down, resting his head on his chest."You are helping."He said softly.
Alex held him tighter,feeling the anger coiled in tom's body, burying his face against tom's neck,"I'm not going to allow anyone to get away with this. You take care of brax, I'm going to take care of the man who did this.I dont want you anywhere near him."He snarled softly, unable to make the words softer, because he was to angry and afraid, afraid of whoever did this to a quidditch player who regularly worked out, would see the slighter, smaller tom as a victim to. Wincing as he felt magic swirling around them, struggling to gain control again before he lashed out. "Love,I'll take care of this."He muttered against his skin.