Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 44
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 44.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: come
Rating for this post: Rated 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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Summary: Narcissa tries one more time.
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 43: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/203227.html#cutid1
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“You come here, flaunting….”
“Mrs Malfoy,” Harry interrupted.
She glared fury, but said nothing more.
“I know I am merely a guest,” he said, watching Draco’s shoulders stiffen, “but I have news from my friend, Hermione Granger. I understand she is your Litigator?”
Draco’s mother gave Harry a curt nod. Then she carefully resettled herself on her chair, fluffing her lilac wool robes, cleaning all emotion from her face.
“Tea, Mr Potter?”
“Yes, thank you,” Harry said.
Their words were formal and cold, perfunctory and utilitarian.
But Harry never released his grip on Draco’s hand. Nor did he step away.
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Harry and Draco sat across from Narcissa on a small, flowered loveseat. They had tea, made small talk regarding the slowly progressing trial, and spoke not a word about the way Harry and Draco were holding hands, cuddled thigh to thigh, and smiling private smiles at one another in between bites of their tiny sandwiches, sips of their tea.
Eventually, Draco’s mother crumpled slightly, wiped just under one eye, and generally began to exude a despondent air.
Harry was honestly impressed with her acting skills, but they just… waited.
“Why did you come?” she finally asked. “Are you punishing me?”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/206008.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: come
Rating for this post: Rated 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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Summary: Narcissa tries one more time.
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 43: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/203227.html#cutid1
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“You come here, flaunting….”
“Mrs Malfoy,” Harry interrupted.
She glared fury, but said nothing more.
“I know I am merely a guest,” he said, watching Draco’s shoulders stiffen, “but I have news from my friend, Hermione Granger. I understand she is your Litigator?”
Draco’s mother gave Harry a curt nod. Then she carefully resettled herself on her chair, fluffing her lilac wool robes, cleaning all emotion from her face.
“Tea, Mr Potter?”
“Yes, thank you,” Harry said.
Their words were formal and cold, perfunctory and utilitarian.
But Harry never released his grip on Draco’s hand. Nor did he step away.
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Harry and Draco sat across from Narcissa on a small, flowered loveseat. They had tea, made small talk regarding the slowly progressing trial, and spoke not a word about the way Harry and Draco were holding hands, cuddled thigh to thigh, and smiling private smiles at one another in between bites of their tiny sandwiches, sips of their tea.
Eventually, Draco’s mother crumpled slightly, wiped just under one eye, and generally began to exude a despondent air.
Harry was honestly impressed with her acting skills, but they just… waited.
“Why did you come?” she finally asked. “Are you punishing me?”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/206008.html#cutid1
