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Slithering, a sequel. Part 39
Title: Slithering, a sequel - 39
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13 for this installment, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: space
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 avoiding his 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 38: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/201742.html#cutid1
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Watching Mother Floo to Harry’s, without him, to have fucking tea, would be… difficult. But Draco had no interest in Mother’s barbed remarks on the subject, so after breakfast, he avoided her.
“There you are!” she called up, hours later. “I was not aware you still enjoyed your treehouse, darling. Dybbin nearly ironed his ears when he could not tell me your location.”
Draco climbed down. “I apologize, Mother,” he said, without elaborating. “I trust tea was pleasant?”
“It was,” she agreed, “but I fear I left my favourite biscuit platter behind. I need you to fetch it for me.”
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Draco did not hide his glare. How transparent could Mother be? But, he was not in the habit of completely disobeying direct orders from his parents. So, biting back his sigh, he nodded.
Mother flitted away, apparently willing to ignore his emotions as long as he complied. “Tomorrow, darling,” she called as she wandered off. “I will not attend dinner tonight. Too much to do before we go to Azkaban tomorrow. Emotional preparation. I highly recommend it.” Then she was gone, and Draco braced himself to enter Harry’s personal space and reclaim his mother’s stupid platter. If it even existed.
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“Harry?” Draco called. This boy. How could he leave his Floo unlocked and unattended? Anyone could get in here and wreck havoc!
“Harry!” Draco stepped further into the space, wondering what to do, when an ancient house-elf appeared in the doorway and widened his eyes.
“Young Master Black?” he inquired. Draco realized he might have found an ally to get him in and out of here without having to talk to Harry at all.
“Yes,” Draco said. “Narcissa Black Malfoy is my mother. She left a biscuit platter here earlier today?”
“Yes!” the house-elf declared, almost joyous. “Kreacher will fetch!”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/211316.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13 for this installment, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: space
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 avoiding his 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 38: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/201742.html#cutid1
Watching Mother Floo to Harry’s, without him, to have fucking tea, would be… difficult. But Draco had no interest in Mother’s barbed remarks on the subject, so after breakfast, he avoided her.
“There you are!” she called up, hours later. “I was not aware you still enjoyed your treehouse, darling. Dybbin nearly ironed his ears when he could not tell me your location.”
Draco climbed down. “I apologize, Mother,” he said, without elaborating. “I trust tea was pleasant?”
“It was,” she agreed, “but I fear I left my favourite biscuit platter behind. I need you to fetch it for me.”
Draco did not hide his glare. How transparent could Mother be? But, he was not in the habit of completely disobeying direct orders from his parents. So, biting back his sigh, he nodded.
Mother flitted away, apparently willing to ignore his emotions as long as he complied. “Tomorrow, darling,” she called as she wandered off. “I will not attend dinner tonight. Too much to do before we go to Azkaban tomorrow. Emotional preparation. I highly recommend it.” Then she was gone, and Draco braced himself to enter Harry’s personal space and reclaim his mother’s stupid platter. If it even existed.
“Harry?” Draco called. This boy. How could he leave his Floo unlocked and unattended? Anyone could get in here and wreck havoc!
“Harry!” Draco stepped further into the space, wondering what to do, when an ancient house-elf appeared in the doorway and widened his eyes.
“Young Master Black?” he inquired. Draco realized he might have found an ally to get him in and out of here without having to talk to Harry at all.
“Yes,” Draco said. “Narcissa Black Malfoy is my mother. She left a biscuit platter here earlier today?”
“Yes!” the house-elf declared, almost joyous. “Kreacher will fetch!”
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/211316.html#cutid1
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And she probably gave Harry the platter as a gift. I begin to hate her character in this verse.
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With Narcissa I feel she is only doing this, to manipulate her son into getting back with Potter, because she failed to raise him right. And she sees that Harry Potter is her ticket back into polite society. If foisting her son on him, then so be it. Modern prostitution is what this is.
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As for feedback, I do want it! I want to know what you are thinking and feeling. I am so glad you tell me! I guess it feels a little weird when we don't completely agree, but that's my problem, not yours!
See, I do not feel nearly as angry at, or appalled by, the Narcissa in this piece as I know you do. She is definitely manipulative -- much more than I think a parent should be -- but the circumstances she is currently in are also radically different than my "normal." She has an agenda, but it is based on what she believes is good or even best for her and her son. She wants him to be happy and safe and to do good in the world. She has no intention of leaving that to either chance, or the flailings of a stupid teenager. Even if he is HER stupid teenager. I guess it makes me a little sad that you hate her so much. But again, that's my problem, not yours. You feel however you want!
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