The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 38
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dracoharry100Title: The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 38
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: eat
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!
Continued from part 37: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/131461.html#cutid1
or catch up with the entire piece at http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=15290&chapter=39
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When Draco did not answer, Narcissa answered for him. “I assume you were with Mr Potter until 4am. I’m not sure I approve of sexual contact before marriage, but you are a grown man, pregnancy is impossible and, perhaps more to the point, I pushed you to accept Mr Potter’s advances so I suppose I don’t really have any authority to suggest you shouldn’t sleep with him.”
Belatedly, Draco realized his fork was dangling at the end of his hand. He’d been staring, silent and shocked, through his mother’s entire speech.
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, eat your eggs,” Mother snapped.
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“Did you think I wouldn’t know?” Narcissa paused. Face burning, Draco drank juice. “Or did you think I would pretend I haven’t eyes? Didn’t know my own son, my own home, my own wards?”
Supremely uncomfortable, but conditioned both to obey Mother and never waste food, Draco silently ate his entire breakfast while Mother stared at him. When he finished eating, he dabbed his face with his napkin, then waited obediently.
“Walk me to your laboratory,” Mother said. Then she moved in the opposite direction. Confused, he hesitated. “We shall walk the long way ‘round.”
Swallowing his sigh, Draco followed.
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“Your visits with Mr Potter are increasingly frequent. Your attempts at discretion are becoming haphazard. Thus, it is time to request Mr Potter’s hand.”
“Mother,” Draco spoke gently. “I cannot be the one to propose marriage.”
“We are of the Sacred twenty-eight!”
Draco waited.
“Our, our lands, our….”
“Wealth?” Draco finished softly. “Our social standing? Father’s impressive career? Our impeccable reputation?”
“You will eat those words someday,” Mother said sourly.
Will I? Draco thought, but he only said, “Someday is not today. And Harry was not raised to expect talk of marriage after three dates. Even if… sex is involved.”
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“I suppose,” she agreed, sounding quite reluctant. “But you understand how this looks?”
“To whom?” Draco wondered petulantly. Other than Mother (how embarrassing!), he believed only he and Harry knew any important details of their newborn relationship.
But, technically true though that might be, Draco also knew it wasn’t enough. Harry seemed to have alerted every friend he had that the two of them were – at the least – going on dates. Finnigan knew they’d eaten at his sister’s restaurant, Creevey knew about the encrypted portkeys, Brown had sold Harry all his fancy new clothes…
Their privacy was a limited commodity.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/134928.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: eat
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!
Continued from part 37: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/131461.html#cutid1
or catch up with the entire piece at http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=15290&chapter=39
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When Draco did not answer, Narcissa answered for him. “I assume you were with Mr Potter until 4am. I’m not sure I approve of sexual contact before marriage, but you are a grown man, pregnancy is impossible and, perhaps more to the point, I pushed you to accept Mr Potter’s advances so I suppose I don’t really have any authority to suggest you shouldn’t sleep with him.”
Belatedly, Draco realized his fork was dangling at the end of his hand. He’d been staring, silent and shocked, through his mother’s entire speech.
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, eat your eggs,” Mother snapped.
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“Did you think I wouldn’t know?” Narcissa paused. Face burning, Draco drank juice. “Or did you think I would pretend I haven’t eyes? Didn’t know my own son, my own home, my own wards?”
Supremely uncomfortable, but conditioned both to obey Mother and never waste food, Draco silently ate his entire breakfast while Mother stared at him. When he finished eating, he dabbed his face with his napkin, then waited obediently.
“Walk me to your laboratory,” Mother said. Then she moved in the opposite direction. Confused, he hesitated. “We shall walk the long way ‘round.”
Swallowing his sigh, Draco followed.
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“Your visits with Mr Potter are increasingly frequent. Your attempts at discretion are becoming haphazard. Thus, it is time to request Mr Potter’s hand.”
“Mother,” Draco spoke gently. “I cannot be the one to propose marriage.”
“We are of the Sacred twenty-eight!”
Draco waited.
“Our, our lands, our….”
“Wealth?” Draco finished softly. “Our social standing? Father’s impressive career? Our impeccable reputation?”
“You will eat those words someday,” Mother said sourly.
Will I? Draco thought, but he only said, “Someday is not today. And Harry was not raised to expect talk of marriage after three dates. Even if… sex is involved.”
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“I suppose,” she agreed, sounding quite reluctant. “But you understand how this looks?”
“To whom?” Draco wondered petulantly. Other than Mother (how embarrassing!), he believed only he and Harry knew any important details of their newborn relationship.
But, technically true though that might be, Draco also knew it wasn’t enough. Harry seemed to have alerted every friend he had that the two of them were – at the least – going on dates. Finnigan knew they’d eaten at his sister’s restaurant, Creevey knew about the encrypted portkeys, Brown had sold Harry all his fancy new clothes…
Their privacy was a limited commodity.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/134928.html#cutid1
