Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 65
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 65
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: care
Rating for this series: Rated NC-17
Rating for this post: Rated PG
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: Having accompanied his mother to Rosscot's interrogation, Draco sits with her through lunch and helps her through the aftermath. She works things through. He tries to help.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 64: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/276823.html#cutid1
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“Harry does not see me as weaker. And Mother, accepting sex doesn’t weaken a person any more than accepting love and care does.”
“You believe that?” Mother interjected sharply.
Draco just stared, too surprised to answer.
“It would make you the first man I’ve known who does.”
Draco knew, for once, his sadness was written all over his face. His mother’s own sadness was all the mirror he required. She took his hand and gave him a small, sad smile.
“You do believe that, don’t you?” she said.
All Draco could do was nod. “Father,” he paused delicately. “Did not?”
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“No,” Mother sighed. “Which means I am not sure how you came to feel differently. You rather worshiped him as a child.”
Draco bristled at the implied criticism, but Mother kept speaking.
“For which I feel guilty and responsible. He wanted that, so I encouraged it. He cared to have your adoration, wanted your love and sought your admiration. But I do not so much feel….”
Mother paused and poured herself more wine. She drank some, then still did not speak. Draco squeezed her hand and waited.
“He did not deserve it,” she finally finished. Draco felt his breath stutter.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/281712.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: care
Rating for this series: Rated NC-17
Rating for this post: Rated PG
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: Having accompanied his mother to Rosscot's interrogation, Draco sits with her through lunch and helps her through the aftermath. She works things through. He tries to help.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 64: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/276823.html#cutid1
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“Harry does not see me as weaker. And Mother, accepting sex doesn’t weaken a person any more than accepting love and care does.”
“You believe that?” Mother interjected sharply.
Draco just stared, too surprised to answer.
“It would make you the first man I’ve known who does.”
Draco knew, for once, his sadness was written all over his face. His mother’s own sadness was all the mirror he required. She took his hand and gave him a small, sad smile.
“You do believe that, don’t you?” she said.
All Draco could do was nod. “Father,” he paused delicately. “Did not?”
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“No,” Mother sighed. “Which means I am not sure how you came to feel differently. You rather worshiped him as a child.”
Draco bristled at the implied criticism, but Mother kept speaking.
“For which I feel guilty and responsible. He wanted that, so I encouraged it. He cared to have your adoration, wanted your love and sought your admiration. But I do not so much feel….”
Mother paused and poured herself more wine. She drank some, then still did not speak. Draco squeezed her hand and waited.
“He did not deserve it,” she finally finished. Draco felt his breath stutter.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/281712.html#cutid1
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