Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 30.
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 30.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: present
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: Draco learns how Harry deals with him when he is distressed.
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 29: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/139188.html#cutid1
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Harry allowed sex to smolder in his eyes, but when he spoke his words didn’t match. “I’m eager to bed you, only, right now I think you might need a different sort of attention.”
Annoyed at Harry’s presumption, but aware he might be correct, Draco raised one eyebrow.
“I think,” Harry said, standing up and moving to the far end of the sofa where Draco sat, “you could use,” he bent over and reached for both of Draco’s feet, then began to slip off Draco’s heavy leather shoes, “some pampering,” Harry finished, and pulled Draco’s socked feet into his lap.
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“Oh,” Draco said, surprised. It wasn’t like he’d never had massages before, he reflected as Harry removed his socks, applied pressure to his arches, pulled gently at his toes. But, from a lover, not a professional masseur? And a second massage in just a few days? He couldn’t remember even one. His lovers had all been so… temporary.
“Why?” Draco asked as he began to ease into the sofa, feeling like a large blond cat.
“See it as a gift,” Harry suggested, digging his thumbs deliciously into the ball of Draco’s right foot.
“All right,” Draco agreed easily, relaxing further.
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Draco awakened to a darkened room and marvelous scents of roasting beef and potatoes. Rubbing at his eyes, he sat up, knocking a soft, thick blanket to the floor. “Harry?” he said to the dark. He noted he was both shoe and sock-less, but otherwise wore everything he’d arrived in, sans travel cloak.
Harry came in, raising the lights very gently with his wand. “Would you like dinner?”
“At present,” Draco said, “I would like to know the time, how long I slept, and how I make this up to you. And then, yes, I think I would like dinner.”
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Leaning carelessly, comfortably against his inner doorway, Harry ticked answers off with his fingers. “It’s 8 at night, you slept almost four hours, and you don’t need to make anything up to me. You clearly needed a nap, so think of the… accommodations as my present to you.
“Dinner is roast beef with garlic potatoes, green beans, and I have wine and salad in the refrigerator. You can take a shower if you want, while I set the table. I’m sure you remember where the bathroom is.”
Seeing Draco’s obvious disorientation, Harry waited for an answer with a canary-eating smile.
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“I am not accustomed to such generosity,” Draco finally said.
Harry tipped his head in disbelief.
“From people who don’t want something in return,” Draco amended.
“Not even your Mum?” Harry said, looking surprised. “I remember those packages she owled to Hogwarts.”
Draco sighed. “Need you ask?”
“Ah,” Harry sighed, looking sadder and less confused.
“High marks, catching the snitch, no detentions, eventually, an appropriate wife and one blond son. She wanted a great deal in return. She still does.”
“I do want something in return, you know,” Harry said, extending a hand for Draco to take.
“Oh?”
“Your time.”
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Part 31: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/145202.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: present
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: Draco learns how Harry deals with him when he is distressed.
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 29: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/139188.html#cutid1
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Harry allowed sex to smolder in his eyes, but when he spoke his words didn’t match. “I’m eager to bed you, only, right now I think you might need a different sort of attention.”
Annoyed at Harry’s presumption, but aware he might be correct, Draco raised one eyebrow.
“I think,” Harry said, standing up and moving to the far end of the sofa where Draco sat, “you could use,” he bent over and reached for both of Draco’s feet, then began to slip off Draco’s heavy leather shoes, “some pampering,” Harry finished, and pulled Draco’s socked feet into his lap.
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“Oh,” Draco said, surprised. It wasn’t like he’d never had massages before, he reflected as Harry removed his socks, applied pressure to his arches, pulled gently at his toes. But, from a lover, not a professional masseur? And a second massage in just a few days? He couldn’t remember even one. His lovers had all been so… temporary.
“Why?” Draco asked as he began to ease into the sofa, feeling like a large blond cat.
“See it as a gift,” Harry suggested, digging his thumbs deliciously into the ball of Draco’s right foot.
“All right,” Draco agreed easily, relaxing further.
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Draco awakened to a darkened room and marvelous scents of roasting beef and potatoes. Rubbing at his eyes, he sat up, knocking a soft, thick blanket to the floor. “Harry?” he said to the dark. He noted he was both shoe and sock-less, but otherwise wore everything he’d arrived in, sans travel cloak.
Harry came in, raising the lights very gently with his wand. “Would you like dinner?”
“At present,” Draco said, “I would like to know the time, how long I slept, and how I make this up to you. And then, yes, I think I would like dinner.”
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Leaning carelessly, comfortably against his inner doorway, Harry ticked answers off with his fingers. “It’s 8 at night, you slept almost four hours, and you don’t need to make anything up to me. You clearly needed a nap, so think of the… accommodations as my present to you.
“Dinner is roast beef with garlic potatoes, green beans, and I have wine and salad in the refrigerator. You can take a shower if you want, while I set the table. I’m sure you remember where the bathroom is.”
Seeing Draco’s obvious disorientation, Harry waited for an answer with a canary-eating smile.
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“I am not accustomed to such generosity,” Draco finally said.
Harry tipped his head in disbelief.
“From people who don’t want something in return,” Draco amended.
“Not even your Mum?” Harry said, looking surprised. “I remember those packages she owled to Hogwarts.”
Draco sighed. “Need you ask?”
“Ah,” Harry sighed, looking sadder and less confused.
“High marks, catching the snitch, no detentions, eventually, an appropriate wife and one blond son. She wanted a great deal in return. She still does.”
“I do want something in return, you know,” Harry said, extending a hand for Draco to take.
“Oh?”
“Your time.”
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Part 31: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/145202.html#cutid1
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Date: 2017-10-23 03:26 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm so glad you liked this update!