Slithering, a sequel. Part 72
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel - 72
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: gentle
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: McGonagall gives Harry time, space, and a good distraction.
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 have a detailed outline that extends all the way to the ending. Expect it to be complete in... July? If not July, then August.
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 71: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/289959.html#cutid1
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Unexpectedly, the Floo spat him into the headmistress’ office.
“Harry dear.” McGonagall smiled at him. “You’re also back early.”
“You spoke with Draco already?” Harry was pretty sure he’d hidden at least most of the misery that wanted to come out with his question, but McGonagall frowned anyway.
“Yes,” she said. “Are you here to follow in his footsteps?”
“M’not withdrawing from Hogwarts, if that’s what you mean,” Harry mumbled. McGonagall gestured at a chair, and Harry slumped into it.
“You sound sad, child,” McGonagall said. And Harry was so ashamed of himself, but that was when he began sobbing.
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Harry sobbed himself out. McGonagall waited patiently. It took a while, but eventually, when he couldn’t cry another tear, there was hot Brodies tea, and chocolate biscuits, and he’d gone through three enormous (but surprisingly soft) tartan handkerchiefs.
Once he could speak, he gave McGonagall a greatly abbreviated summary of his situation. He was in love with Draco, who was not in love with him. Draco was largely withdrawing to get away from Harry.
“I see,” McGonagall said, as inscrutable as ever, and pushed the plate of biscuits toward Harry, who thought fuck it and took a stack of three.
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“It hurts when love is not returned,” McGonagall said, and Harry wondered what in her past gave those gentle words such weight and depth. He knew better than to ask. Instead he nodded and poured himself more tea.
“Perhaps with more time on your hands,” McGonagall said, “you’d like something to soak that up, give you less time to chew on this.”
Thinking that sounded promising, Harry nodded.
“I think our new Defense teacher could use your assistance with the practical parts of the curriculum. Would you be willing to lead a club again, to practice some of the spells?”
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“I, probably,” Harry said. He gave it a moment, and still liked the idea, so he put the teacup down and sat up straight. “You know what, yeah. Yeah. that might be really good.”
“Lovely,” McGonagall said. “Let’s assume, tentatively, that we can make that work. Feel free to write up some ideas. You shouldn’t have anyone to distract you this evening as you and Draco are the only students in the castle. I will discuss it with Harnithan, but I think he will be pleased.”
“That… sounds really good, Headmistress,” Harry said. He stood. “I appreciate this a lot.”
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Harry conjured parchment and quill as he left McGonagall’s office. Giving direction little thought, he meandered Hogwarts, instructing the quill to write idea after idea.
Looking up after he’d filled the page front and back, he was honestly surprised to find himself in the Slytherin wing.
Overwhelmed and embarrassed, Harry surrendered to his own subconscious, and knocked on Draco’s door.
“Thank Merlin,” Draco exclaimed, yanking Harry inside by his collar.
“Are you here for one last spectacular night together? Because I’ve been packing as slowly as humanly possible for fucking hours, hoping every tiny noise in the corridor was you.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/292376.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: gentle
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: McGonagall gives Harry time, space, and a good distraction.
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 have a detailed outline that extends all the way to the ending. Expect it to be complete in... July? If not July, then August.
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 71: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/289959.html#cutid1
Unexpectedly, the Floo spat him into the headmistress’ office.
“Harry dear.” McGonagall smiled at him. “You’re also back early.”
“You spoke with Draco already?” Harry was pretty sure he’d hidden at least most of the misery that wanted to come out with his question, but McGonagall frowned anyway.
“Yes,” she said. “Are you here to follow in his footsteps?”
“M’not withdrawing from Hogwarts, if that’s what you mean,” Harry mumbled. McGonagall gestured at a chair, and Harry slumped into it.
“You sound sad, child,” McGonagall said. And Harry was so ashamed of himself, but that was when he began sobbing.
Harry sobbed himself out. McGonagall waited patiently. It took a while, but eventually, when he couldn’t cry another tear, there was hot Brodies tea, and chocolate biscuits, and he’d gone through three enormous (but surprisingly soft) tartan handkerchiefs.
Once he could speak, he gave McGonagall a greatly abbreviated summary of his situation. He was in love with Draco, who was not in love with him. Draco was largely withdrawing to get away from Harry.
“I see,” McGonagall said, as inscrutable as ever, and pushed the plate of biscuits toward Harry, who thought fuck it and took a stack of three.
“It hurts when love is not returned,” McGonagall said, and Harry wondered what in her past gave those gentle words such weight and depth. He knew better than to ask. Instead he nodded and poured himself more tea.
“Perhaps with more time on your hands,” McGonagall said, “you’d like something to soak that up, give you less time to chew on this.”
Thinking that sounded promising, Harry nodded.
“I think our new Defense teacher could use your assistance with the practical parts of the curriculum. Would you be willing to lead a club again, to practice some of the spells?”
“I, probably,” Harry said. He gave it a moment, and still liked the idea, so he put the teacup down and sat up straight. “You know what, yeah. Yeah. that might be really good.”
“Lovely,” McGonagall said. “Let’s assume, tentatively, that we can make that work. Feel free to write up some ideas. You shouldn’t have anyone to distract you this evening as you and Draco are the only students in the castle. I will discuss it with Harnithan, but I think he will be pleased.”
“That… sounds really good, Headmistress,” Harry said. He stood. “I appreciate this a lot.”
Harry conjured parchment and quill as he left McGonagall’s office. Giving direction little thought, he meandered Hogwarts, instructing the quill to write idea after idea.
Looking up after he’d filled the page front and back, he was honestly surprised to find himself in the Slytherin wing.
Overwhelmed and embarrassed, Harry surrendered to his own subconscious, and knocked on Draco’s door.
“Thank Merlin,” Draco exclaimed, yanking Harry inside by his collar.
“Are you here for one last spectacular night together? Because I’ve been packing as slowly as humanly possible for fucking hours, hoping every tiny noise in the corridor was you.”
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/292376.html#cutid1
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