Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 71
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 71
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: deluge
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!
Also, this fic too is also coming to an end!
Summary: Draco listens, and Narcissa reacts unexpectedly.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 70: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/286611.html#cutid1
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Draco inhaled, working to stay calm. Mother’s progress was so fast, he feared getting whiplash. “Mother,” he said. “Thank you.”
Narcissa let one eyebrow rise, but then her face fell. “I see,” she said, squeezing Draco’s hand.
“You see?” he asked when she did not continue.
“Draco,” she said, turning to face him head on. She took both his hands into her own. “I owe you a tremendous apology. I have suffered all my life from a deluge of strictures meant to keep me in line, and now I see I have attempted to rein you in with similar nonsense.
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“I cannot release myself from it all without work and time, but I hereby release you. Every expectation, every societal barrier, every ‘polite’ rule meant to keep you inside lines that only harm you. When I fail to celebrate the man you truly are, remember this: it is on me, I am trying, and I am sorry. I have spent your life wanting things for your future that I now see are meant to be your choices, not mine.”
Then Draco’s mother burst into a deluge of tears, and, helpless, he took her in his arms and let her cry.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/289241.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: deluge
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!
Also, this fic too is also coming to an end!
Summary: Draco listens, and Narcissa reacts unexpectedly.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 70: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/286611.html#cutid1
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Draco inhaled, working to stay calm. Mother’s progress was so fast, he feared getting whiplash. “Mother,” he said. “Thank you.”
Narcissa let one eyebrow rise, but then her face fell. “I see,” she said, squeezing Draco’s hand.
“You see?” he asked when she did not continue.
“Draco,” she said, turning to face him head on. She took both his hands into her own. “I owe you a tremendous apology. I have suffered all my life from a deluge of strictures meant to keep me in line, and now I see I have attempted to rein you in with similar nonsense.
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“I cannot release myself from it all without work and time, but I hereby release you. Every expectation, every societal barrier, every ‘polite’ rule meant to keep you inside lines that only harm you. When I fail to celebrate the man you truly are, remember this: it is on me, I am trying, and I am sorry. I have spent your life wanting things for your future that I now see are meant to be your choices, not mine.”
Then Draco’s mother burst into a deluge of tears, and, helpless, he took her in his arms and let her cry.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/289241.html#cutid1
