Teaching Teddy, 36
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dracoharry100Title: Teaching Teddy, 36
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: valuable
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: Harry spends a lot of time standing around in a Swiss bank, and gets to thinking about what awaits him at home.
Continued from part 35: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/267176.html#cutid1
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Harry stood, uncomfortable, in the Swiss Muggle bank, waiting for that coiffed, silk-suited banker to bring him to an office and look over Aunt Andromeda’s documents.
The place stank with money. Soft carpet. Marble counters. Artwork. Subtle golden accents.
Harry knew his personal vaults were valued at numbers that, on some level, made no sense to him. The Sleekeazy fortune, Sirius’ money, everything his parents had…. He was wealthy. That didn’t mean he’d grown up with money. That didn’t mean he felt posh. He was a middle-class boy from Surrey.
He shifted on his feet.
“Herr Potter? Genau da lang."
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He must’ve looked confused.
“Apologies.” She smiled. “You prefer English?”
Harry nodded, relieved.
“This way, please?” Her accent was heavy, but her English seemed good. She led him to a conference room with a large picture window. Harry stared out the window. Winterthur was charming.
“I am Katrin Allenbach. These are your Aunt’s documents?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I apologize for the formalities, Herr Potter, but since your Aunt isn’t here, and this request is for a valuable sum…”
“I understand,” Harry smiled as disarmingly as he knew how. “Aunt Andromeda is busy with her orphaned grandson, or she’d have come herself.”
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Ms Allenbach seemed concerned. She called in one colleague, then another. They kept leaving the room and returning with more paper, or sleek little silver computers, or yet another banker.
It gave Harry plenty of time to sit in the lovely conference room, look out the window, and think about Draco.
After all, Draco was wonderful. He was almost ludicrously attractive. He kissed like a dream. He was smart, and funny. He liked a lot of the same things Harry liked.
But... except… Draco was actually terrible. Sure, he’d done them all under duress, but he’d done multiple, horrific things.
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Of course, Harry hadn’t exactly come out of the war feeling angelic. And Draco had apologized to Harry. Harry had accepted his apologies! But… what about everyone else?
Harry watched the bankers work, murmuring to each other in German, checking, cross-referencing, noting.
Bankers took nothing for granted. Bankers dotted every i; crossed every t.
It seemed to take ages, but after all three Swiss bankers had carefully sifted through all Andromeda’s papers, they were satisfied.
Harry strode out of the bank, papers in his coat, money secured, determined to head home and beg Draco apologize to everyone else he’d wronged.
t-T-t-T-t-T-t-T-t
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/271857.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: valuable
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: Harry spends a lot of time standing around in a Swiss bank, and gets to thinking about what awaits him at home.
Continued from part 35: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/267176.html#cutid1
Harry stood, uncomfortable, in the Swiss Muggle bank, waiting for that coiffed, silk-suited banker to bring him to an office and look over Aunt Andromeda’s documents.
The place stank with money. Soft carpet. Marble counters. Artwork. Subtle golden accents.
Harry knew his personal vaults were valued at numbers that, on some level, made no sense to him. The Sleekeazy fortune, Sirius’ money, everything his parents had…. He was wealthy. That didn’t mean he’d grown up with money. That didn’t mean he felt posh. He was a middle-class boy from Surrey.
He shifted on his feet.
“Herr Potter? Genau da lang."
He must’ve looked confused.
“Apologies.” She smiled. “You prefer English?”
Harry nodded, relieved.
“This way, please?” Her accent was heavy, but her English seemed good. She led him to a conference room with a large picture window. Harry stared out the window. Winterthur was charming.
“I am Katrin Allenbach. These are your Aunt’s documents?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I apologize for the formalities, Herr Potter, but since your Aunt isn’t here, and this request is for a valuable sum…”
“I understand,” Harry smiled as disarmingly as he knew how. “Aunt Andromeda is busy with her orphaned grandson, or she’d have come herself.”
Ms Allenbach seemed concerned. She called in one colleague, then another. They kept leaving the room and returning with more paper, or sleek little silver computers, or yet another banker.
It gave Harry plenty of time to sit in the lovely conference room, look out the window, and think about Draco.
After all, Draco was wonderful. He was almost ludicrously attractive. He kissed like a dream. He was smart, and funny. He liked a lot of the same things Harry liked.
But... except… Draco was actually terrible. Sure, he’d done them all under duress, but he’d done multiple, horrific things.
Of course, Harry hadn’t exactly come out of the war feeling angelic. And Draco had apologized to Harry. Harry had accepted his apologies! But… what about everyone else?
Harry watched the bankers work, murmuring to each other in German, checking, cross-referencing, noting.
Bankers took nothing for granted. Bankers dotted every i; crossed every t.
It seemed to take ages, but after all three Swiss bankers had carefully sifted through all Andromeda’s papers, they were satisfied.
Harry strode out of the bank, papers in his coat, money secured, determined to head home and beg Draco apologize to everyone else he’d wronged.
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/271857.html#cutid1
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Date: 2019-02-18 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-18 05:31 pm (UTC)As for Harry's position, I figured it would annoy you. We definitely see some of this from different perspectives. But (re)check out the verb, and remember what Draco's busy with.
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Date: 2019-02-19 11:49 am (UTC)