Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 69
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 69
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Gala
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: Now that Narcissa has spoken, what will Draco say?
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 68: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/284319.html#cutid1
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Draco blinked. He looked at Harry. Harry squeezed his hand, but stayed quiet. Draco paused, but Mother merely waited, gazing peaceably out the window.
“If you feel comfortable in their home, you should go,” he began. “I think not until after the trial, though? Unless there’s some gallery opening, some gala you wanted to hurry back for?”
“No parties,” Mother said. “I can wait until after the trial. That does seem sensible. Will I ever have a grandchild?” Her voice broke on that last word, and Draco rushed to his mother, who clutched his clothes and sobbed onto his shoulder.
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Draco guided his mother to the loveseat, and sat next to her, holding the hand that wasn’t dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.
“I apologize for losing control,” she began, but Draco wasn’t having it.
“Be real,” he said, firmly. “Not the façade Father insisted you put on for the galas, the power brokers. You want a grandchild? I’ve long dreamed of fatherhood. I don’t know how, without a wife, but it is a goal. I promise.”
“You are not placating me?”
“Mother,” Draco said, dry as dust. “After all this?”
The three of them paused. Then, together, they laughed.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/286611.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Gala
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: Now that Narcissa has spoken, what will Draco say?
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 68: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/284319.html#cutid1
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Draco blinked. He looked at Harry. Harry squeezed his hand, but stayed quiet. Draco paused, but Mother merely waited, gazing peaceably out the window.
“If you feel comfortable in their home, you should go,” he began. “I think not until after the trial, though? Unless there’s some gallery opening, some gala you wanted to hurry back for?”
“No parties,” Mother said. “I can wait until after the trial. That does seem sensible. Will I ever have a grandchild?” Her voice broke on that last word, and Draco rushed to his mother, who clutched his clothes and sobbed onto his shoulder.
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Draco guided his mother to the loveseat, and sat next to her, holding the hand that wasn’t dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.
“I apologize for losing control,” she began, but Draco wasn’t having it.
“Be real,” he said, firmly. “Not the façade Father insisted you put on for the galas, the power brokers. You want a grandchild? I’ve long dreamed of fatherhood. I don’t know how, without a wife, but it is a goal. I promise.”
“You are not placating me?”
“Mother,” Draco said, dry as dust. “After all this?”
The three of them paused. Then, together, they laughed.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/286611.html#cutid1
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