Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 61
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 61
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: valuable
Rating for this series: Rated NC-17
Rating for this post: Rated R
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: I've included my last update, because wow, it's been a while!
Also! Comments are love!
Summary: Having accompanied his mother to Rosscot's interrogation, Draco now helps her through the aftermath.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 60: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/268604.html#cutid1
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The Aurors escorted Rosscot back to his cell. There were a few last formalities with the Litigators. Then Draco was alone in the room with his mother.
Granger appeared in the doorway.
“That had to have been extremely difficult for you,” she said. “But your presence was immeasurably valuable to this case.” She took Narcissa’s hands into her own, and Draco watched, surprised, as his mother allowed it. Took visible comfort in it.
“What would help, now?” Granger continued. “Coffee? An escort home? Going over the case in my office? It is incredibly strong, especially after his…” she grimaced. “Torrent.”
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“Just,” Mother swallowed once, then straightened her already perfectly straight spine. “Just be my warrior, Miss Granger.”
“I am your warrior, Ma’am. I will wipe the courtroom clean with his past, his wrongdoings. He will go to jail, and he will stay there.”
“Thank you,” Mother said, and swept herself away. Draco nearly followed without speaking, he was still so flustered. Then he caught himself.
“Thank you, Hermione,” he said. He heard his own voice catch. “This means so much. To both of us. I’m very glad you’re the one they sent.”
Hermione just shook his hand, nodded, and left.
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“Take me to lunch, Draco,” Mother said when they emerged from the Ministry onto the busy London street. “I have much to think about, and I want my son with me.”
“Certainly,” Draco said, and spun his mother off to Percebes.
The house-elves at her favorite restaurant always knew just how to treat Mother like their most valuable customer, and it wasn’t long before they were seated at a very private table overlooking a tiny fountain. A talking frog took their lunch order and vanished, and Draco saw Mother almost imperceptibly deflate.
“The chauvinism,” she said, and they both sighed.
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At first Mother wanted to chat about the weather, the garden party a friend had thrown, another party she would soon attend. Then, abruptly, with a surprising lack of grace, Mother suddenly veered into the topic of her “new friend” in Johannesburg, Dizon Landers.
Draco hid his deep breath and let Mother bring up Landers.
But, to his surprise, she actually wanted to speak of Dizon, not his daughters. Landers had been a perfect gentleman, Mother said, looking into her glass of white wine. But she thought, if she encouraged him at all, he would be interested in far more.
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“But I confess, dear son, today I feel slightly fragile around the topic of men and romance.”
Draco nodded.
“I did not think Dizon was like that, but am I wrong? What if, like Rosscot, like Lucius, he wants not to be near me, but to possess me? What if it is never my happiness he pursues, but exclusively his own?” She finished her wine; watched Draco pour her another glass.
“Is Harry this way, Draco? Are you? Or is it my singular bad luck to attract unusual men, who think my value resides only in feminine weakness, and beauty?”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/271601.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: valuable
Rating for this series: Rated NC-17
Rating for this post: Rated R
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: I've included my last update, because wow, it's been a while!
Also! Comments are love!
Summary: Having accompanied his mother to Rosscot's interrogation, Draco now helps her through the aftermath.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 60: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/268604.html#cutid1
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The Aurors escorted Rosscot back to his cell. There were a few last formalities with the Litigators. Then Draco was alone in the room with his mother.
Granger appeared in the doorway.
“That had to have been extremely difficult for you,” she said. “But your presence was immeasurably valuable to this case.” She took Narcissa’s hands into her own, and Draco watched, surprised, as his mother allowed it. Took visible comfort in it.
“What would help, now?” Granger continued. “Coffee? An escort home? Going over the case in my office? It is incredibly strong, especially after his…” she grimaced. “Torrent.”
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“Just,” Mother swallowed once, then straightened her already perfectly straight spine. “Just be my warrior, Miss Granger.”
“I am your warrior, Ma’am. I will wipe the courtroom clean with his past, his wrongdoings. He will go to jail, and he will stay there.”
“Thank you,” Mother said, and swept herself away. Draco nearly followed without speaking, he was still so flustered. Then he caught himself.
“Thank you, Hermione,” he said. He heard his own voice catch. “This means so much. To both of us. I’m very glad you’re the one they sent.”
Hermione just shook his hand, nodded, and left.
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“Take me to lunch, Draco,” Mother said when they emerged from the Ministry onto the busy London street. “I have much to think about, and I want my son with me.”
“Certainly,” Draco said, and spun his mother off to Percebes.
The house-elves at her favorite restaurant always knew just how to treat Mother like their most valuable customer, and it wasn’t long before they were seated at a very private table overlooking a tiny fountain. A talking frog took their lunch order and vanished, and Draco saw Mother almost imperceptibly deflate.
“The chauvinism,” she said, and they both sighed.
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At first Mother wanted to chat about the weather, the garden party a friend had thrown, another party she would soon attend. Then, abruptly, with a surprising lack of grace, Mother suddenly veered into the topic of her “new friend” in Johannesburg, Dizon Landers.
Draco hid his deep breath and let Mother bring up Landers.
But, to his surprise, she actually wanted to speak of Dizon, not his daughters. Landers had been a perfect gentleman, Mother said, looking into her glass of white wine. But she thought, if she encouraged him at all, he would be interested in far more.
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“But I confess, dear son, today I feel slightly fragile around the topic of men and romance.”
Draco nodded.
“I did not think Dizon was like that, but am I wrong? What if, like Rosscot, like Lucius, he wants not to be near me, but to possess me? What if it is never my happiness he pursues, but exclusively his own?” She finished her wine; watched Draco pour her another glass.
“Is Harry this way, Draco? Are you? Or is it my singular bad luck to attract unusual men, who think my value resides only in feminine weakness, and beauty?”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/271601.html#cutid1
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