Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 28.
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 28.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: smooth
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 does not like Draco's explanation.
Author's Note: Lyonessheart called it!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 27: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/134017.html#cutid1
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“I met delightful people in Johannesburg,” Mother said suddenly.
“Oh?” Draco said, wary.
“A handsome widower, Dizon Landers, was very kind.”
Draco was surprised. “I did not realize you were considering… men.”
“He has beautiful daughters,” Mother continued smoothly, disquiet almost hidden.
“Mother,” Draco leaned forward. “You must listen this time.”
“No.” Mother stood and stalked forward, swirled her robes and looked down at him. “You must listen. Put this nonsense aside. Marry, beget an heir. The line must continue. A son is your greatest responsibility.”
“No,” Draco declared, standing also. “As I have informed you repeatedly: I. Am. Bent.”
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“There are spells….” Mother began, but her nervousness shone through the twist of her fingers, the way she smoothed at her hair.
“You would risk my sanity? For this?” Draco asked, far calmer than he felt.
“It surely would not come to that,” his mother rushed to assure, but Draco wasn’t having it.
“It certainly will not,” Draco agreed firmly, “as no one will subject me to anything even half so dangerous. You know that method, while illegal and dubious, nonetheless requires full participation from the one you are trying to ‘fix’.” He frowned. “But Mother? I am not broken.”
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Narcissa paled – her composure wobbly. Evading her touch, Draco walked to the window.
“Mother, I thought you had accepted the truth. I am bent. Gay. Homosexual. Queer.” He turned to discern her expression. She had abandoned the pretense of calm. He watched her smoothing circles into her temples. He grimaced. He hated upsetting his mother.
“I will not marry a woman, Mother. I will not put aside my entire self. I may sire heirs someday, but not upon a wife. And if the husband I eventually choose fought for the other side, you will endure even that. Am I clear?”
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“You ask too much,” Narcissa whispered.
Draco smoothed his hand over the top of the settee. “Grandfather intended to choose your husband, but you and Father chose each other. You brought him to Grandfather, hoped he would allow the match. He was thrilled, agreed immediately.”
Mother nodded, desolate. She knew this story better than he did.
“Imagine instead, Grandfather insisted you marry some woman. Imagine Grandfather subjected you to dangerous spells, untested potions, so you might be able to respond to her sexually.”
“That is completely different,” Mother cried, looking ill.
“Is it?” Draco asked, and strode out, Apparating away.
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Part 29: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/139188.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: smooth
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 does not like Draco's explanation.
Author's Note: Lyonessheart called it!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 27: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/134017.html#cutid1
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“I met delightful people in Johannesburg,” Mother said suddenly.
“Oh?” Draco said, wary.
“A handsome widower, Dizon Landers, was very kind.”
Draco was surprised. “I did not realize you were considering… men.”
“He has beautiful daughters,” Mother continued smoothly, disquiet almost hidden.
“Mother,” Draco leaned forward. “You must listen this time.”
“No.” Mother stood and stalked forward, swirled her robes and looked down at him. “You must listen. Put this nonsense aside. Marry, beget an heir. The line must continue. A son is your greatest responsibility.”
“No,” Draco declared, standing also. “As I have informed you repeatedly: I. Am. Bent.”
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“There are spells….” Mother began, but her nervousness shone through the twist of her fingers, the way she smoothed at her hair.
“You would risk my sanity? For this?” Draco asked, far calmer than he felt.
“It surely would not come to that,” his mother rushed to assure, but Draco wasn’t having it.
“It certainly will not,” Draco agreed firmly, “as no one will subject me to anything even half so dangerous. You know that method, while illegal and dubious, nonetheless requires full participation from the one you are trying to ‘fix’.” He frowned. “But Mother? I am not broken.”
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Narcissa paled – her composure wobbly. Evading her touch, Draco walked to the window.
“Mother, I thought you had accepted the truth. I am bent. Gay. Homosexual. Queer.” He turned to discern her expression. She had abandoned the pretense of calm. He watched her smoothing circles into her temples. He grimaced. He hated upsetting his mother.
“I will not marry a woman, Mother. I will not put aside my entire self. I may sire heirs someday, but not upon a wife. And if the husband I eventually choose fought for the other side, you will endure even that. Am I clear?”
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“You ask too much,” Narcissa whispered.
Draco smoothed his hand over the top of the settee. “Grandfather intended to choose your husband, but you and Father chose each other. You brought him to Grandfather, hoped he would allow the match. He was thrilled, agreed immediately.”
Mother nodded, desolate. She knew this story better than he did.
“Imagine instead, Grandfather insisted you marry some woman. Imagine Grandfather subjected you to dangerous spells, untested potions, so you might be able to respond to her sexually.”
“That is completely different,” Mother cried, looking ill.
“Is it?” Draco asked, and strode out, Apparating away.
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Part 29: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/139188.html#cutid1
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