Slithering, a sequel. Part 52
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel - 52
Author: [personal profile] twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: family
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: Aunt Andromeda talks to Draco. She listens, too.
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 51: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/235954.html#cutid1
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Draco almost made a reflexive denial, but instead paused to consider what his aunt had said, and realized… she had a point. He’d been a bit terrified of this meeting. Family or not, he had never even met this woman before she opened her door to him some minutes ago. Layered in magic and damn near snarling.
And Grandfather had… well. He’d essentially given Draco some very clearly laid-out ideas to discuss. Already all… laid-out. As it were. And Draco had not much modified... or well, he’d not exactly reformulated... that is… he’d not spoken exclusively in his own words.
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“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, feeling like an idiot.
She patted his hand and smiled. “Let’s hear what you really have to say, child. You won’t scare me off. I’m family. I have to like you.”
She winked, and Draco stopped, because who’d ever heard such nonsense? He’d been taught to hate her, blood connection be damned. How was he meant to respond to someone foolish enough to believe that? He rolled her words around in his mind, sipped his tea, then looked at her again.
Her eyes were twinkling.
She was… joking? She was joking!
Nervous and confused, he smiled.
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“I’m not what you expected, am I,” his aunt said, looking at him with a bit of concern.
“No, ma’am,” he said, his sincerity coming through (perhaps a bit too) loud and clear.
She sighed and sipped her own tea. “I’m sorry,” she said eventually. “I’m out of practice with Slytherin and House of Black… methods. Nonetheless, I am your aunt, I am your ally, and I want to hear everything.”
She looked at him, and he felt his tongue curl up and shrivel in his mouth. He’d not a single idea of where to begin.
Apparently, she could tell.
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“I’ll summarize,” she said, and gave him a look that… sought permission? He nodded.
“You’ve been through a horrible experience for which you were wholly unprepared. Your mother is at sea in a post-war world. Your father is not only not a source of guidance, your association with him damages your reputation. You need counsel you trust. Not only to put you first, but to know what direction in which to point you. For career, life-planning, politics, reputation, even a suitable match. Is this a good beginning?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed. Then, to his utter horror, he began to weep.
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By the time Draco had cried himself out, he was cuddled into his aunt’s arms on a squashy brown sofa in a warm, shabby room he suspected only family were permitted to see. He blew his nose and apologized, yet again, over the objections of his aunt, who wasn’t anywhere near as alarmed or thrown as he had expected. He’d had an outburst! A meltdown! And she… held him?
“You sweet child,” she said. “I’m here. Tell me, nephew, Draco. Why did you need to cry? What is overwhelming you so?”
“Harry,” he confessed, and hung his head in shame.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/239633.html#cutid1
Author: [personal profile] twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: family
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: Aunt Andromeda talks to Draco. She listens, too.
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 51: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/235954.html#cutid1
Draco almost made a reflexive denial, but instead paused to consider what his aunt had said, and realized… she had a point. He’d been a bit terrified of this meeting. Family or not, he had never even met this woman before she opened her door to him some minutes ago. Layered in magic and damn near snarling.
And Grandfather had… well. He’d essentially given Draco some very clearly laid-out ideas to discuss. Already all… laid-out. As it were. And Draco had not much modified... or well, he’d not exactly reformulated... that is… he’d not spoken exclusively in his own words.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, feeling like an idiot.
She patted his hand and smiled. “Let’s hear what you really have to say, child. You won’t scare me off. I’m family. I have to like you.”
She winked, and Draco stopped, because who’d ever heard such nonsense? He’d been taught to hate her, blood connection be damned. How was he meant to respond to someone foolish enough to believe that? He rolled her words around in his mind, sipped his tea, then looked at her again.
Her eyes were twinkling.
She was… joking? She was joking!
Nervous and confused, he smiled.
“I’m not what you expected, am I,” his aunt said, looking at him with a bit of concern.
“No, ma’am,” he said, his sincerity coming through (perhaps a bit too) loud and clear.
She sighed and sipped her own tea. “I’m sorry,” she said eventually. “I’m out of practice with Slytherin and House of Black… methods. Nonetheless, I am your aunt, I am your ally, and I want to hear everything.”
She looked at him, and he felt his tongue curl up and shrivel in his mouth. He’d not a single idea of where to begin.
Apparently, she could tell.
“I’ll summarize,” she said, and gave him a look that… sought permission? He nodded.
“You’ve been through a horrible experience for which you were wholly unprepared. Your mother is at sea in a post-war world. Your father is not only not a source of guidance, your association with him damages your reputation. You need counsel you trust. Not only to put you first, but to know what direction in which to point you. For career, life-planning, politics, reputation, even a suitable match. Is this a good beginning?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed. Then, to his utter horror, he began to weep.
By the time Draco had cried himself out, he was cuddled into his aunt’s arms on a squashy brown sofa in a warm, shabby room he suspected only family were permitted to see. He blew his nose and apologized, yet again, over the objections of his aunt, who wasn’t anywhere near as alarmed or thrown as he had expected. He’d had an outburst! A meltdown! And she… held him?
“You sweet child,” she said. “I’m here. Tell me, nephew, Draco. Why did you need to cry? What is overwhelming you so?”
“Harry,” he confessed, and hung his head in shame.
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/239633.html#cutid1
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Date: 2018-10-15 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-10-15 12:37 pm (UTC)I agree with Jae, that breakdown was overdue and now maybe Draco can start to figure out where HE wants to go in life.
Thank you very much for this installment.
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Date: 2018-10-15 04:50 pm (UTC)