Slithering, a sequel. Part 67
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel - 67
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: unique
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: Talking isn't always seamless and easy, but Draco thinks he did pretty well with Harry, so now he's trying with his mother.
Author's 2nd 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 66: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/281889.html#cutid1
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Draco knew he’d essentially promised to speak with Andromeda, but instead of bothering her, he returned home, hoping to discuss everything with Grandfather’s portrait.
Grandfather Abraxas, though, was asleep. Draco sighed. He’d exhausted his Grandfather’s portrait. The image would likely sleep for a week; maybe more. Draco couldn’t postpone this decision anywhere near that long. If he was to leave Hogwarts and enroll in correspondence courses he needed to do it within two, three days. Especially if he was to employ a worthy tutor in any of the more obscure classes he wanted to continue with, like Runes and Alchemy.
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“Draco?”
Draco turned to see Mother in the doorway, superficially composed, but touching the string of freshwater pearls at her throat, a unique nervous tell Draco had discerned during the war.
“Mother,” he said, turning from the sleeping image. “I visited your sister Andromeda today,” he continued, recalling Grandfather’s advice to try to repair the rift between the sisters.
Mother was unable to prevent a visible reaction that, however brief, allowed Draco to witness her shock. It was gone, though, in a millisecond, replaced by Narcissa’s almost perfect poker face. It was, Draco realized, nearly as complete as Aunt Andromeda’s.
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“She was helpful,” Draco said, rushing headlong into honesty. After all, he decided, if he could not be honest with his own mother, what was the point?
“I spent Boxing Day considering the past few years. I needed another perspective. I started with Grandfather Abraxas’s portrait, but he suggested I check his opinions and suggestions against those of your sister, as she has a unique position among Blacks and Slytherins in this post war world.”
“Decorated war heroine,” Mother said, nodding, and Draco nodded back, hoping he wasn’t hurting his mother’s feelings but needing to continue, even if he was.
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“Aunt Andromeda invited me to return tomorrow. I think you should come, too,” Draco said recklessly.
“Was I… invited?” his mother said, delicate and quiet.
“Well, no,” Draco admitted. “But I could owl to ask if you may accompany me. Grandfather Abraxas wanted me to help you reconnect.”
“Did he, now,” Mother said, still using that uniquely delicate tone that Draco didn’t quite know how to interpret.
“With Father… away,” Draco said carefully, “perhaps you would like to have your remaining sister back in your life?”
“I do get lonely sometimes, with you off at Hogwarts,” Mother mused. Draco grimaced.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/284474.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: unique
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: Talking isn't always seamless and easy, but Draco thinks he did pretty well with Harry, so now he's trying with his mother.
Author's 2nd 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 66: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/281889.html#cutid1
Draco knew he’d essentially promised to speak with Andromeda, but instead of bothering her, he returned home, hoping to discuss everything with Grandfather’s portrait.
Grandfather Abraxas, though, was asleep. Draco sighed. He’d exhausted his Grandfather’s portrait. The image would likely sleep for a week; maybe more. Draco couldn’t postpone this decision anywhere near that long. If he was to leave Hogwarts and enroll in correspondence courses he needed to do it within two, three days. Especially if he was to employ a worthy tutor in any of the more obscure classes he wanted to continue with, like Runes and Alchemy.
“Draco?”
Draco turned to see Mother in the doorway, superficially composed, but touching the string of freshwater pearls at her throat, a unique nervous tell Draco had discerned during the war.
“Mother,” he said, turning from the sleeping image. “I visited your sister Andromeda today,” he continued, recalling Grandfather’s advice to try to repair the rift between the sisters.
Mother was unable to prevent a visible reaction that, however brief, allowed Draco to witness her shock. It was gone, though, in a millisecond, replaced by Narcissa’s almost perfect poker face. It was, Draco realized, nearly as complete as Aunt Andromeda’s.
“She was helpful,” Draco said, rushing headlong into honesty. After all, he decided, if he could not be honest with his own mother, what was the point?
“I spent Boxing Day considering the past few years. I needed another perspective. I started with Grandfather Abraxas’s portrait, but he suggested I check his opinions and suggestions against those of your sister, as she has a unique position among Blacks and Slytherins in this post war world.”
“Decorated war heroine,” Mother said, nodding, and Draco nodded back, hoping he wasn’t hurting his mother’s feelings but needing to continue, even if he was.
“Aunt Andromeda invited me to return tomorrow. I think you should come, too,” Draco said recklessly.
“Was I… invited?” his mother said, delicate and quiet.
“Well, no,” Draco admitted. “But I could owl to ask if you may accompany me. Grandfather Abraxas wanted me to help you reconnect.”
“Did he, now,” Mother said, still using that uniquely delicate tone that Draco didn’t quite know how to interpret.
“With Father… away,” Draco said carefully, “perhaps you would like to have your remaining sister back in your life?”
“I do get lonely sometimes, with you off at Hogwarts,” Mother mused. Draco grimaced.
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/284474.html#cutid1
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