Slithering, a sequel. Part 69
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel - 69
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: crumble
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 his aunt, so why not bring in 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
Author's third note: I have mapped out the rest of this plot! I finally know how this is going to go, though I haven't the slightest idea how many 100w segments it will take. But I have a detailed outline that extends all the way to the ending. My point is, the end of this arc is coming. Expect it... this summer? (From a Northern Hemisphere perspective of summer.)
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 68: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/284474.html#cutid
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“Andromeda, how could you encourage this?” Mother said. She rose. “I shall return momentarily,” she said, clearly miserable; apparently about to crumble. She vanished in the direction of the loo.
Draco looked at his aunt, bewildered. “How odd,” he admitted. “She was just saying how much she misses me during Hogwarts.”
“She is surprised,” Aunt Andromeda said.
“And you are not,” Draco suddenly recalled.
“No,” she agreed. “Not after everything you said yesterday: how stressful you find being near Harry, all the pressure you feel about your Hogwarts experience.”
“So what do you think?” he asked, eager for her opinion.
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“This might well be an intelligent choice,” Andromeda began.
“Look who I found!” Mother interrupted, appearing in the doorway with Harry, who looked a bit stunned.
Draco blanched. Harry was the last person he needed right now: a boy both volatile and deeply biased. But expressing those concerns would not help.
“Harry,” he tried, “I’m asking my aunt’s opinion, just as you requested.”
“Yes,” Harry agreed, looking fragile. Narcissa still gripped his upper arm. “Thank you.”
“Lapsang souchong?” Aunt Andromeda offered. Harry moved to sit.
Draco watched Mother unashamedly maneuver Harry toward Draco, and he bit back his frustrated sigh.
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“Blackberry crumble.” Andromeda said after a few awkward moments. She raised her wand and they all watched as the pudding slowly sailed into the room, a large silver spoon alongside. They each took a small serving, took a bite. Finally, though, Draco had waited long enough.
“So,” he said. “You were saying, Aunt Andromeda?”
Draco’s aunt straightened her very straight spine, looked her sister in the eye, and started again. “Yes, Draco, I was saying changing to correspondence learning might be wise.”
Draco was looking at his aunt, but he nonetheless saw Harry deflate on the sofa next to him.
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Draco paid little attention to the angry words Mother sprayed at Aunt Andromeda. Instead, he looked at Harry, who looked ready to fall apart. Draco felt a clench in his guts.
It was guilt, he realized with dismay. He felt responsible for Harry’s sadness.
Draco considered that. Could he fix Harry’s unhappiness? By giving him something that didn’t exist? Besides, he was unhappy too. That, though, he could do something about.
“I am sorry,” he finally said, wondering if he would even be heard over the increasing volume of his mother’s fury.
“I hate that you want this,” Harry said.
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“As a matter of fact,” Aunt Andromeda’s crisp voice suddenly cut through the cacophony. “He should also move in with me.”
“What?” Mother roared, and Draco was done.
“Thank you, Aunt,” he said. “It would be a pleasure and an honor. I promise to study hard and bring praise to both my houses. I shall return to the Manor and pack.”
Draco turned to Harry. “I shall need to pack at Hogwarts as well. Perhaps I will see you before I withdraw from classes and leave campus.”
Then Draco turned to the floo, leaving behind a crumbling detente between sisters.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/287956.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: crumble
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 his aunt, so why not bring in 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
Author's third note: I have mapped out the rest of this plot! I finally know how this is going to go, though I haven't the slightest idea how many 100w segments it will take. But I have a detailed outline that extends all the way to the ending. My point is, the end of this arc is coming. Expect it... this summer? (From a Northern Hemisphere perspective of summer.)
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 68: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/284474.html#cutid
“Andromeda, how could you encourage this?” Mother said. She rose. “I shall return momentarily,” she said, clearly miserable; apparently about to crumble. She vanished in the direction of the loo.
Draco looked at his aunt, bewildered. “How odd,” he admitted. “She was just saying how much she misses me during Hogwarts.”
“She is surprised,” Aunt Andromeda said.
“And you are not,” Draco suddenly recalled.
“No,” she agreed. “Not after everything you said yesterday: how stressful you find being near Harry, all the pressure you feel about your Hogwarts experience.”
“So what do you think?” he asked, eager for her opinion.
“This might well be an intelligent choice,” Andromeda began.
“Look who I found!” Mother interrupted, appearing in the doorway with Harry, who looked a bit stunned.
Draco blanched. Harry was the last person he needed right now: a boy both volatile and deeply biased. But expressing those concerns would not help.
“Harry,” he tried, “I’m asking my aunt’s opinion, just as you requested.”
“Yes,” Harry agreed, looking fragile. Narcissa still gripped his upper arm. “Thank you.”
“Lapsang souchong?” Aunt Andromeda offered. Harry moved to sit.
Draco watched Mother unashamedly maneuver Harry toward Draco, and he bit back his frustrated sigh.
“Blackberry crumble.” Andromeda said after a few awkward moments. She raised her wand and they all watched as the pudding slowly sailed into the room, a large silver spoon alongside. They each took a small serving, took a bite. Finally, though, Draco had waited long enough.
“So,” he said. “You were saying, Aunt Andromeda?”
Draco’s aunt straightened her very straight spine, looked her sister in the eye, and started again. “Yes, Draco, I was saying changing to correspondence learning might be wise.”
Draco was looking at his aunt, but he nonetheless saw Harry deflate on the sofa next to him.
Draco paid little attention to the angry words Mother sprayed at Aunt Andromeda. Instead, he looked at Harry, who looked ready to fall apart. Draco felt a clench in his guts.
It was guilt, he realized with dismay. He felt responsible for Harry’s sadness.
Draco considered that. Could he fix Harry’s unhappiness? By giving him something that didn’t exist? Besides, he was unhappy too. That, though, he could do something about.
“I am sorry,” he finally said, wondering if he would even be heard over the increasing volume of his mother’s fury.
“I hate that you want this,” Harry said.
“As a matter of fact,” Aunt Andromeda’s crisp voice suddenly cut through the cacophony. “He should also move in with me.”
“What?” Mother roared, and Draco was done.
“Thank you, Aunt,” he said. “It would be a pleasure and an honor. I promise to study hard and bring praise to both my houses. I shall return to the Manor and pack.”
Draco turned to Harry. “I shall need to pack at Hogwarts as well. Perhaps I will see you before I withdraw from classes and leave campus.”
Then Draco turned to the floo, leaving behind a crumbling detente between sisters.
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/287956.html#cutid1
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