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Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 27.
Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 27.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: square
Rating: PG-13
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: Narcissa is waiting for Draco to explain.
Author's Note: Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 26: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/130106.html#cutid1
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Draco was grateful when Bippy arrived with a laden tea tray, complete with tiny square sandwiches. He prepared two cups, while trying to decide how to answer Mother.
“Recently,” he began, aware that he could put Mother off no longer, “I was wandering the house, trying to determine the solution to a vexing potions difficulty, you know how that soothes my mind.”
Mother nodded and sipped, but her eyes were waiting.
“And I felt, I don’t know exactly how to describe it. I felt a falseness in the house. In the wards.”
“So you called the best wardsmith,” Mother prompted.
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“I felt rather odd describing the sensation, but Potter was most solicitous, said he knew just what I was on about. We commenced searching, and after some time, found a microscopic perforation in the Manor’s wards. Against the western wall.”
Mother gave a mighty frown. “Was it yet after sunset?”
“It was by then, yes. Nonetheless, though the time of greatest danger had passed for the day, Potter insisted I sleep at his home, as it is in the midst of an enormous square of heavily warded property.”
Mother raised her right eyebrow.
“In his guest room,” Draco asserted, disingenuously.
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Mother hmmed, but allowed him to continue.
“In the morning he checked the Manor, and discovered the… disturbance in your belongings.”
Mother merely nodded. Draco's relief only surprised him slightly. He hated more explicit descriptions of the incident. Bad enough it had happened, even while neither of them were home.
“With the Aurors on the criminal case, Potter convinced me to accept living wards, and I’m quite pleased. Had you known our fencing was not perfectly square? And worse, was slightly damaged?”
Mother looked surprised. She sipped tea, and Draco watched her use the action to help blanken her expression.
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Putting down her teacup, Mother paused to search Draco’s eyes. “I have heard,” she began delicately, “about some of the methods involved in creating living wards. Does this explain why the square Persian rug was not covering the golden X in the main drawing room when I returned?”
Nodding, Draco felt his cheeks flare with heat, but it couldn’t be helped.
“Harry and I had been… flirtatious. Creating the wards proved to be an… intimate experience. Several bodily fluids were required for the wards to be created at their most strenuous, and, er…”
“I see,” Mother said, her voice sharp.
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Part 28: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/135981.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: square
Rating: PG-13
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: Narcissa is waiting for Draco to explain.
Author's Note: Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 26: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/130106.html#cutid1
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Draco was grateful when Bippy arrived with a laden tea tray, complete with tiny square sandwiches. He prepared two cups, while trying to decide how to answer Mother.
“Recently,” he began, aware that he could put Mother off no longer, “I was wandering the house, trying to determine the solution to a vexing potions difficulty, you know how that soothes my mind.”
Mother nodded and sipped, but her eyes were waiting.
“And I felt, I don’t know exactly how to describe it. I felt a falseness in the house. In the wards.”
“So you called the best wardsmith,” Mother prompted.
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“I felt rather odd describing the sensation, but Potter was most solicitous, said he knew just what I was on about. We commenced searching, and after some time, found a microscopic perforation in the Manor’s wards. Against the western wall.”
Mother gave a mighty frown. “Was it yet after sunset?”
“It was by then, yes. Nonetheless, though the time of greatest danger had passed for the day, Potter insisted I sleep at his home, as it is in the midst of an enormous square of heavily warded property.”
Mother raised her right eyebrow.
“In his guest room,” Draco asserted, disingenuously.
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Mother hmmed, but allowed him to continue.
“In the morning he checked the Manor, and discovered the… disturbance in your belongings.”
Mother merely nodded. Draco's relief only surprised him slightly. He hated more explicit descriptions of the incident. Bad enough it had happened, even while neither of them were home.
“With the Aurors on the criminal case, Potter convinced me to accept living wards, and I’m quite pleased. Had you known our fencing was not perfectly square? And worse, was slightly damaged?”
Mother looked surprised. She sipped tea, and Draco watched her use the action to help blanken her expression.
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Putting down her teacup, Mother paused to search Draco’s eyes. “I have heard,” she began delicately, “about some of the methods involved in creating living wards. Does this explain why the square Persian rug was not covering the golden X in the main drawing room when I returned?”
Nodding, Draco felt his cheeks flare with heat, but it couldn’t be helped.
“Harry and I had been… flirtatious. Creating the wards proved to be an… intimate experience. Several bodily fluids were required for the wards to be created at their most strenuous, and, er…”
“I see,” Mother said, her voice sharp.
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Part 28: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/135981.html#cutid1
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