Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 24.
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 23.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: stroke
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Draco comes up for air long enough to think.
Author's Note: Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 23: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/123505.html#cutid1
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Overwhelmed by Harry’s implication, Draco broke eye contact. “Vissy,” he murmured, turning toward the foot of the bed where he trusted she’d have already arrived, silent.
As he’d confidently assumed, there she was. About to request lunch, Draco paused and looked at Vissy: obedient, loyal, efficient. “Potter,” he asked in a hushed, distressed tone. “How did that bastard not only get past my previous wards, but past both Vissy and Bippy?”
Harry stroked a hand down Draco’s naked back, but his answer wasn’t reassuring. “He disabled them? I think. They might require medical care, actually.”
“You didn’t think to mention?”
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Vissy’s eyes begged forgiveness.
“I… apologize,” Harry said to Vissy. “I’ve had so few clients who’ve called me after a wards breach, let alone between such vicious attacks. I’ve no other clients with house-elves. This isn’t my area.”
“You’re right,” Draco frowned. “I should have been more conscious of their needs. Vissy,” he leaned forward, “how did you feel when you woke yesterday morning?”
Vissy stuttered out a mumble and pulled at one ear.
“Bippy! Damn, that fucker really struck a blow,” Draco growled. Bippy appeared and Draco didn’t bother asking after her health. “Bippy, fetch medical attention. For yourselves.”
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Harry made sandwiches while Draco spoke to the house-elf Healer. When it was all over, Draco had to hire a house-elf to nurse his house-elves, and another to fill in, but Healer Reath thought Vissy and Bippy would only need to take one day off.
“It’s a stroke of luck Bippy knew to call me,” Healer Reath said earnestly. “Does she read The Prophet?”
“She reads the whole thing for me every day,” Draco said, surprised. “So I don’t have to.” He looked away to finish the thought. “One mustn’t abandon the world completely, even when it has abandoned you.”
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“I’m sorry our… visit must end abruptly,” Draco said, walking Harry to the newly secured Floo.
Harry turned at the stone fireplace, taking both Draco’s hands. “As long as this friendship isn’t over,” he said, burning holes through Draco with the intense focus of his gaze.
“I hope not, as well,” Draco said, allowing Harry’s attention to stroke his ego.
“Friday?” Harry said, ambiguously.
“Of course,” Draco answered, distracted with want.
“You learn your wards, heal those elves, and take care of Narcissa. On Friday I’ll bring you back to mine for dinner?”
“Yes,” Draco said, perhaps too fervently. “Yes.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/127033.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: stroke
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Draco comes up for air long enough to think.
Author's Note: Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 23: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/123505.html#cutid1
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Overwhelmed by Harry’s implication, Draco broke eye contact. “Vissy,” he murmured, turning toward the foot of the bed where he trusted she’d have already arrived, silent.
As he’d confidently assumed, there she was. About to request lunch, Draco paused and looked at Vissy: obedient, loyal, efficient. “Potter,” he asked in a hushed, distressed tone. “How did that bastard not only get past my previous wards, but past both Vissy and Bippy?”
Harry stroked a hand down Draco’s naked back, but his answer wasn’t reassuring. “He disabled them? I think. They might require medical care, actually.”
“You didn’t think to mention?”
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Vissy’s eyes begged forgiveness.
“I… apologize,” Harry said to Vissy. “I’ve had so few clients who’ve called me after a wards breach, let alone between such vicious attacks. I’ve no other clients with house-elves. This isn’t my area.”
“You’re right,” Draco frowned. “I should have been more conscious of their needs. Vissy,” he leaned forward, “how did you feel when you woke yesterday morning?”
Vissy stuttered out a mumble and pulled at one ear.
“Bippy! Damn, that fucker really struck a blow,” Draco growled. Bippy appeared and Draco didn’t bother asking after her health. “Bippy, fetch medical attention. For yourselves.”
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Harry made sandwiches while Draco spoke to the house-elf Healer. When it was all over, Draco had to hire a house-elf to nurse his house-elves, and another to fill in, but Healer Reath thought Vissy and Bippy would only need to take one day off.
“It’s a stroke of luck Bippy knew to call me,” Healer Reath said earnestly. “Does she read The Prophet?”
“She reads the whole thing for me every day,” Draco said, surprised. “So I don’t have to.” He looked away to finish the thought. “One mustn’t abandon the world completely, even when it has abandoned you.”
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“I’m sorry our… visit must end abruptly,” Draco said, walking Harry to the newly secured Floo.
Harry turned at the stone fireplace, taking both Draco’s hands. “As long as this friendship isn’t over,” he said, burning holes through Draco with the intense focus of his gaze.
“I hope not, as well,” Draco said, allowing Harry’s attention to stroke his ego.
“Friday?” Harry said, ambiguously.
“Of course,” Draco answered, distracted with want.
“You learn your wards, heal those elves, and take care of Narcissa. On Friday I’ll bring you back to mine for dinner?”
“Yes,” Draco said, perhaps too fervently. “Yes.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/127033.html#cutid1
