Slithering, a sequel. Part 37
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel - 37
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R for this installment, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: music
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: Draco's having a TALK with Mother.
Author's second Note: This is a sequel to "Slither In," which starts here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/286839.html
and ends here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/460335.html
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 36: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/196007.html#cutid1
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Draco woke to a symphony he recognized. Startled, he splashed as he fumbled, rushing from the bathtub. Mother had probably already been in here, dammit. He was too fucking old to have his Mummy see him nude, let alone attend his bath. He threw on his fluffiest dressing gown and breathed in, then out.
Hair still dripping, Draco entered his bedroom and watched Mother turn slowly toward him, catch his eye, give one nod.
“Rested?” she asked.
“Yes, thank you,” he replied. He knew better than to ask for privacy. He sat at his desk. She sat in his armchair.
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“I must apologize,” she finally said. “I should have told you years ago you talk in your sleep.”
Draco hoped his startlement didn’t show. “You… knew? About that?”
“Of course, darling,” his mother said, maddeningly nonchalant. “I am your mother. I rocked you to sleep, then I checked on you, then I set spells to watch over you.” She sipped at tea he hadn’t noticed.
He had a teacup. He sipped from it and tried to think of something intelligent to say.
She smiled gently. “I think the first sleeptalk I heard from you was lyrics to your favourite lullaby.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/201742.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R for this installment, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: music
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: Draco's having a TALK with Mother.
Author's second Note: This is a sequel to "Slither In," which starts here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/286839.html
and ends here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/460335.html
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 36: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/196007.html#cutid1
Draco woke to a symphony he recognized. Startled, he splashed as he fumbled, rushing from the bathtub. Mother had probably already been in here, dammit. He was too fucking old to have his Mummy see him nude, let alone attend his bath. He threw on his fluffiest dressing gown and breathed in, then out.
Hair still dripping, Draco entered his bedroom and watched Mother turn slowly toward him, catch his eye, give one nod.
“Rested?” she asked.
“Yes, thank you,” he replied. He knew better than to ask for privacy. He sat at his desk. She sat in his armchair.
“I must apologize,” she finally said. “I should have told you years ago you talk in your sleep.”
Draco hoped his startlement didn’t show. “You… knew? About that?”
“Of course, darling,” his mother said, maddeningly nonchalant. “I am your mother. I rocked you to sleep, then I checked on you, then I set spells to watch over you.” She sipped at tea he hadn’t noticed.
He had a teacup. He sipped from it and tried to think of something intelligent to say.
She smiled gently. “I think the first sleeptalk I heard from you was lyrics to your favourite lullaby.”
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/201742.html#cutid1
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