Slithering, a sequel. Part 53
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel - 53
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: talk
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!
Second Author's Note: I fell in love with Neko Case because Frayach suggested I give her music a try. What a gift! I miss interacting with Frayach.
Summary: Draco talks to Aunt Andromeda. At length.
Author's third 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 52: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/238500.html#cutid1
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Aunt Andromeda might claim distance from her Slytherin roots, but when Draco finally looked up, he was impressed by her perfect poker face. Surely she was surprised to hear Teddy’s godfather was the reason for Draco’s deluge of tears? But she looked so calm, patiently awaiting Draco’s explanation.
Draco swallowed, and tried to decide whether or not to confess his shame. There was probably no one safer, he realized. After all, she was his blood, but she loved Harry. She was probably predisposed to view them both in the most favourable light.
Taking a deep breath, Draco prepared to speak.
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Aunt Andromeda nodded, and words fell from his mouth.
Draco admitted his fears. His disgust. His loss of place in the world. His ignorance in how to find or make a new one but for the surety that it required obtaining the perfect wife.
He explained how Mum pushed him at Harry, touched on his confusion regarding all the sleep-talk, described their miserable trip to Azkaban.
Finally, Draco confessed to the loveless sex, the crushing lust. Admitted an all-encompassing desire that filled him with terror when he was away from Harry and made him cruel when they were near others.
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Exhausted from the torrent of emotional confession, Draco slumped against the back of the couch.
“I’m sorry,” he said, embarrassed all over again. He couldn’t look her in the eye. “I shouldn’t have burdened you with all of that… emotional frivolity.”
“On the contrary,” his aunt declared firmly. “You should have, and I am glad you did. And hear this: emotions are not frivolous.”
She looked at her watch, then stood up and held out a hand to him. “Come, child, Teddy will be awake any moment. You should meet him. Let’s share a pot of tea while we wait.”
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Following his aunt as she led him back toward her kitchen, Draco silently marveled. This aunt of his was quite unlike everyone else. She was utterly no nonsense, honest, firm and strong, but at the same time she was both loving and generous. She rewarded honesty and returned it. Yet, one still got the sense that she could not easily be fooled.
She was almost like McGonagall, if Draco thought a Gryffindor could be trusted to treat him — or any Slytherin student — with fairness. He almost giggled. Then he stopped. Dumbledore had been biased beyond belief, but had McGonagall? Truthfully?
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/242161.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: talk
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!
Second Author's Note: I fell in love with Neko Case because Frayach suggested I give her music a try. What a gift! I miss interacting with Frayach.
Summary: Draco talks to Aunt Andromeda. At length.
Author's third 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 52: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/238500.html#cutid1
Aunt Andromeda might claim distance from her Slytherin roots, but when Draco finally looked up, he was impressed by her perfect poker face. Surely she was surprised to hear Teddy’s godfather was the reason for Draco’s deluge of tears? But she looked so calm, patiently awaiting Draco’s explanation.
Draco swallowed, and tried to decide whether or not to confess his shame. There was probably no one safer, he realized. After all, she was his blood, but she loved Harry. She was probably predisposed to view them both in the most favourable light.
Taking a deep breath, Draco prepared to speak.
Aunt Andromeda nodded, and words fell from his mouth.
Draco admitted his fears. His disgust. His loss of place in the world. His ignorance in how to find or make a new one but for the surety that it required obtaining the perfect wife.
He explained how Mum pushed him at Harry, touched on his confusion regarding all the sleep-talk, described their miserable trip to Azkaban.
Finally, Draco confessed to the loveless sex, the crushing lust. Admitted an all-encompassing desire that filled him with terror when he was away from Harry and made him cruel when they were near others.
Exhausted from the torrent of emotional confession, Draco slumped against the back of the couch.
“I’m sorry,” he said, embarrassed all over again. He couldn’t look her in the eye. “I shouldn’t have burdened you with all of that… emotional frivolity.”
“On the contrary,” his aunt declared firmly. “You should have, and I am glad you did. And hear this: emotions are not frivolous.”
She looked at her watch, then stood up and held out a hand to him. “Come, child, Teddy will be awake any moment. You should meet him. Let’s share a pot of tea while we wait.”
Following his aunt as she led him back toward her kitchen, Draco silently marveled. This aunt of his was quite unlike everyone else. She was utterly no nonsense, honest, firm and strong, but at the same time she was both loving and generous. She rewarded honesty and returned it. Yet, one still got the sense that she could not easily be fooled.
She was almost like McGonagall, if Draco thought a Gryffindor could be trusted to treat him — or any Slytherin student — with fairness. He almost giggled. Then he stopped. Dumbledore had been biased beyond belief, but had McGonagall? Truthfully?
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/242161.html#cutid1
