dracoharry100 | Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 67

Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 67
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: unique
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: Harry comforts Draco, and Narcissa is given the opportunity to see how well he does so.

Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 66: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/281712.html#cutid1

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“Thank you for coming so quickly,” Draco finally said, pulling himself from Harry’s uniquely comforting arms. He spelled his face clear of tears and puffiness surreptitiously as he walked toward the parlour doorway, so Harry couldn’t see. Then he looked across the hallway and through the spellwork guarding Mother, who was still, thank Merlin, fast asleep in her most comfortable chair.

When Draco turned around to tell Harry that Mother was still sleeping, though, Harry looked somewhere between amused and annoyed.

“You don’t have to hide tears,” he said, and Draco could not help but look at his own shoes.

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“I… know,” Draco said eventually. “But after all Mother’s talk about toxic masculinity, I think I felt uniquely fragile around….”

“Having emotions?” Harry asked pointedly. Draco winced.

“Cut right to the heart, don’t you?”

“Draco,” Harry said, making room and patting Draco’s spot. Draco crossed the parlour and sat. “Rosscot is horrific, and you two both had a hideous day, but please, don’t let any of that contaminate what we are building?”

“I certainly don’t wish to,” Draco said.

“Put your head in my lap,” Harry said.

“I’ll fall asleep,” Draco joked.

“Good,” Harry countered, and Draco had no retort.

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Two hours later Narcissa stood in the doorway, watching silently. Harry Potter scratched his fingers gently and repeatedly through her son’s hair. Draco was clearly sleeping, his head pillowed on Harry’s lap. Harry read a book he’d suspended in midair beneath his face.

Narcissa recognized the cover. It was a witches novel, almost certainly her unique copy. Not the sort of book she’d have expected Potter to enjoy. She thought he must have pulled it from a nearby shelf to occupy himself while he comforted and cosseted her son.

She cleared her throat, very quietly. Harry looked up at her.

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“Has he slept enough?” she asked, nearly silent. Harry bent closer to better hear. He paused, then nodded.

“I think so,” he whispered, and pulled his hands from Draco’s hair. From the kind of gentle scratching Narcissa had lulled Draco to sleep with when he was small, Harry switched to petting Draco’s face, then chest. He kissed Draco’s forehead. He whispered something sweet.

Shifting to face Harry directly, Draco cracked open one eye. He offered Harry a unique smile. He did not yet know his mother was watching.

Narcissa forced her eyes to remain on Draco. She needed to understand.

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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/284319.html#cutid1