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dracoharry1002017-10-14 10:07 am
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Teaching Teddy, 14
Title: Teaching Teddy, 14
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: low
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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Summary: Harry and Malfoy continue to drink beer, eat, and talk things over.
Continued from part 13: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/149539.html#cutid1
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Harry wanted to say something snarky about Draco’s sudden eagerness to devour so much junk food. It was disturbing.
Draco, Harry realized, was normally more controlled than Harry was. Even when they were little boys of eleven, and neither of them had much self-possession, Draco – Harry decided – had more.
But not right now. Harry finished a beer and opened another as Draco finished the entire bag of Doritos. Right now Harry was trying to mend fences, as Andromeda had insisted. Low, cutting remarks wouldn’t help. And yet, he really had to restrain himself! Especially after having drunk so much beer.
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“Muggle snacks are delicious,” Draco finally said, emerging from a greasy bag of crisps. His mouth shone a bit from it, and Harry could see crumbs and biscuit dust on Draco’s face, hands and even lower, on his robe. “Was that everything you bought?” he looked about, surprised.
“Er,” Harry said, forcing himself not to insult Draco’s terrible manners, “Yeah. I have other stuff downstairs though. I’m sorry I didn’t realize how hungry you were. I could use a sandwich myself, I think.”
Slowly, Draco’s face flushed a dull red. “I’m terribly sorry,” he apologized. “That was rude of me.”
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“Not at all,” Harry lied, wishing he’d bought lots more cheddar popcorn. “Would you like a sandwich? I would, and we’ve not really talked much.”
“I’d love one,” Draco said – impulsively, from the surprise on his face. “Where’s the kitchen? You can show me how to make a sandwich. Can I make my own?”
“It’s on the lower level,” Harry said, and stood. “And it’s really easy to make a sandwich. I’m happy to help you make your own.” He wobbled on his feet, but held out a hand to Draco, who seemed to need a little help getting up.
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Harry picked up the last six beers in their half-empty cardboard carrier and led the way downstairs to his warm, low kitchen, where he took out two loaves of bread, a big tomato, roast beef, chicken, turkey, lettuce, spinach, cheddar, a chunk of Havarti, ketchup and two kinds of mustard. Draco sat, mesmerized, at Harry’s enormous wooden table.
“Don’t you ever help Andromeda cook?” Harry asked, amused by the look of wonder on Draco’s face.
“I’m too intimidated,” Draco murmured, staring at the array of food. “I always just volunteer to keep Teddy out of her way while she cooks.”
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Part 15: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/153367.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: low
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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Summary: Harry and Malfoy continue to drink beer, eat, and talk things over.
Continued from part 13: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/149539.html#cutid1
Harry wanted to say something snarky about Draco’s sudden eagerness to devour so much junk food. It was disturbing.
Draco, Harry realized, was normally more controlled than Harry was. Even when they were little boys of eleven, and neither of them had much self-possession, Draco – Harry decided – had more.
But not right now. Harry finished a beer and opened another as Draco finished the entire bag of Doritos. Right now Harry was trying to mend fences, as Andromeda had insisted. Low, cutting remarks wouldn’t help. And yet, he really had to restrain himself! Especially after having drunk so much beer.
“Muggle snacks are delicious,” Draco finally said, emerging from a greasy bag of crisps. His mouth shone a bit from it, and Harry could see crumbs and biscuit dust on Draco’s face, hands and even lower, on his robe. “Was that everything you bought?” he looked about, surprised.
“Er,” Harry said, forcing himself not to insult Draco’s terrible manners, “Yeah. I have other stuff downstairs though. I’m sorry I didn’t realize how hungry you were. I could use a sandwich myself, I think.”
Slowly, Draco’s face flushed a dull red. “I’m terribly sorry,” he apologized. “That was rude of me.”
“Not at all,” Harry lied, wishing he’d bought lots more cheddar popcorn. “Would you like a sandwich? I would, and we’ve not really talked much.”
“I’d love one,” Draco said – impulsively, from the surprise on his face. “Where’s the kitchen? You can show me how to make a sandwich. Can I make my own?”
“It’s on the lower level,” Harry said, and stood. “And it’s really easy to make a sandwich. I’m happy to help you make your own.” He wobbled on his feet, but held out a hand to Draco, who seemed to need a little help getting up.
Harry picked up the last six beers in their half-empty cardboard carrier and led the way downstairs to his warm, low kitchen, where he took out two loaves of bread, a big tomato, roast beef, chicken, turkey, lettuce, spinach, cheddar, a chunk of Havarti, ketchup and two kinds of mustard. Draco sat, mesmerized, at Harry’s enormous wooden table.
“Don’t you ever help Andromeda cook?” Harry asked, amused by the look of wonder on Draco’s face.
“I’m too intimidated,” Draco murmured, staring at the array of food. “I always just volunteer to keep Teddy out of her way while she cooks.”
Part 15: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/153367.html#cutid1