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Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 50
Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 50
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: dawn
Rating for this series: Rated NC-17
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: Draco is so, so done. Narcissa had better be starting to understand that.
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 49: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/216012.html#cutid1
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“So,” Draco said, falsely bright. “We’ve had enough stress for today. I shall sleep at Harry’s. It will give you an opportunity to consider your feelings; perhaps make a decision without me about, making you feel pressured.”
He forced a smile while she stared, either stunned or furious. He thought to kiss her cheek, but at the last moment decided to ask permission.
“May I kiss you goodbye then, Mummy?” he asked.
She inclined her cheek imperiously. He hid his sad smile.
“I wake at dawn nowadays,” she offered. Then she swept away in a perfumed cloud of lilac wool.
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Draco packed a small bag and Flooed to his new boyfriend’s house.
“How’d it go?” Harry asked, handing him a double firewhiskey, neat.
“She wakes at dawn,” Draco stage-whispered melodramatically. He threw back a large swallow, then threw himself onto Harry’s chesterfield. Harry leaned forward and waited.
“It went better than I thought possible,” Draco said, frowning at his half-empty glass. “Which is to say, awful, but it could nonetheless have been so much worse. I made it clear that if she cannot stop trying to change my orientation she can bloody well move out.”
“Whoa,” Harry said, clearly impressed.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/223513.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: dawn
Rating for this series: Rated NC-17
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: Draco is so, so done. Narcissa had better be starting to understand that.
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 49: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/216012.html#cutid1
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“So,” Draco said, falsely bright. “We’ve had enough stress for today. I shall sleep at Harry’s. It will give you an opportunity to consider your feelings; perhaps make a decision without me about, making you feel pressured.”
He forced a smile while she stared, either stunned or furious. He thought to kiss her cheek, but at the last moment decided to ask permission.
“May I kiss you goodbye then, Mummy?” he asked.
She inclined her cheek imperiously. He hid his sad smile.
“I wake at dawn nowadays,” she offered. Then she swept away in a perfumed cloud of lilac wool.
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Draco packed a small bag and Flooed to his new boyfriend’s house.
“How’d it go?” Harry asked, handing him a double firewhiskey, neat.
“She wakes at dawn,” Draco stage-whispered melodramatically. He threw back a large swallow, then threw himself onto Harry’s chesterfield. Harry leaned forward and waited.
“It went better than I thought possible,” Draco said, frowning at his half-empty glass. “Which is to say, awful, but it could nonetheless have been so much worse. I made it clear that if she cannot stop trying to change my orientation she can bloody well move out.”
“Whoa,” Harry said, clearly impressed.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/223513.html#cutid1