The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 52
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dracoharry100Title: The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 52
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Rating for this post: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: dinner
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!
Continued from part 51: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/159186.html#cutid1
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By the time the portkey whisked them back, they had tentatively agreed to follow Harry’s plan. Harry kissed Draco, watched him enter the Manor, then Apparated home with a goofy smile Draco could see through his window.
Draco trudged upstairs, surprisingly tired. He should probably brew before dinner, but all he wanted was a nap. Perhaps it was safe to consider this to still be a day off?
He did not encounter Mother on the way to his room, and, choosing to see this as a sign, he put down his shrunken luggage, stripped, and climbed into bed.
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Draco felt much better when he woke two hours later. A shower refreshed him further. Standing under the spray he hoped a brilliant new potions concept would spring to mind, but he could only focus on two things:
Harry wanted to go public.
Harry loved him.
Eventually Draco went to share dinner and a serious talk with Mother. Though he worried she would not respect his wishes to remain as free from public scrutiny as possible, he knew, nonetheless: Mother was wise, kind, and loved him like no-one else ever had. She had his best future at heart.
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Frulie cleared the table as Draco finally finished expressing his every concern and confusion. “So,” he said, twisting his worn linen napkin and trying hard to look fearlessly into his mother’s eyes. “What do you think? Is it real love? Is Harry’s plan to outsmart the press likely to work?”
“Frulie, sweetheart,” Mother said with the gentleness that characterized her interactions with the house-elf now that she ran the Manor, and Father was in Azkaban. “Dinner was delicious. Draco and I will take tea in the sunroom in fifteen minutes.”
Mother rose and Draco followed. “Let us talk, dear son.”
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Part 53: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/190258.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Rating for this post: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: dinner
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!
Continued from part 51: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/159186.html#cutid1
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By the time the portkey whisked them back, they had tentatively agreed to follow Harry’s plan. Harry kissed Draco, watched him enter the Manor, then Apparated home with a goofy smile Draco could see through his window.
Draco trudged upstairs, surprisingly tired. He should probably brew before dinner, but all he wanted was a nap. Perhaps it was safe to consider this to still be a day off?
He did not encounter Mother on the way to his room, and, choosing to see this as a sign, he put down his shrunken luggage, stripped, and climbed into bed.
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Draco felt much better when he woke two hours later. A shower refreshed him further. Standing under the spray he hoped a brilliant new potions concept would spring to mind, but he could only focus on two things:
Harry wanted to go public.
Harry loved him.
Eventually Draco went to share dinner and a serious talk with Mother. Though he worried she would not respect his wishes to remain as free from public scrutiny as possible, he knew, nonetheless: Mother was wise, kind, and loved him like no-one else ever had. She had his best future at heart.
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Frulie cleared the table as Draco finally finished expressing his every concern and confusion. “So,” he said, twisting his worn linen napkin and trying hard to look fearlessly into his mother’s eyes. “What do you think? Is it real love? Is Harry’s plan to outsmart the press likely to work?”
“Frulie, sweetheart,” Mother said with the gentleness that characterized her interactions with the house-elf now that she ran the Manor, and Father was in Azkaban. “Dinner was delicious. Draco and I will take tea in the sunroom in fifteen minutes.”
Mother rose and Draco followed. “Let us talk, dear son.”
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Part 53: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/190258.html#cutid1
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