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Slithering, a sequel. Part 76
Title: Slithering, a sequel - 76
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: lesson
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 moves on with his life, and the years begin to pass.
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 now have a detailed outline that extends all the way to the ending. Expect this fic to be complete in August.
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 75: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/295230.html#cutid1
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Harry told himself he’d learned his lesson. “Never fall for a straight boy.”
Or a closeted one.
He buried his feelings and talked career options with McGonagall.
He ignored the pain as he packed to leave Hogwarts.
He went out for a huge, celebratory Roy Alley dinner with a dozen friends and promised himself he was done thinking about Draco.
He weighed teaching offers with Hermione and Molly Weasley, saying leaving England was a good way to get magical teaching experience, while thinking being unlikely to run into Draco at Beauxbatons was a bonus he had no need to mention.
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Harry settled in quickly at Beauxbatons. English seemed a good introduction to teaching, even if DADA at Hogwarts was his ultimate goal. He learned grammar along with pedagogy, lesson planning along with classroom management, diagramming sentences along with cognitive maps. He learned the other teachers’ names and quirks, learned not to ask how often Hagrid visited, learned which French foods he liked and how to get into the kitchens.
He explored the French countryside, planned Ron and Hermione’s visits, and continually promised himself that “next weekend” he would head into gayest Bayonne and try to meet a nice young Frenchman.
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Harry taught English lessons at Beauxbatons for six years, eagerly returning to England every summer, every holiday. He went home for Ron and Hermione’s wedding. Ginny and Luna’s, too.
France never quite felt like home, but teaching increasingly did.
When Draco married Astoria, Harry heard through Andromeda. A thousand crazy scenarios zipped through his head for weeks: disrupting his thoughts, paining his dreams. But he didn’t show up to interrupt their wedding. He didn’t owl Draco an intimate memory dug from deep under Gringotts.
Instead he drank a little too much, graded his students a bit more harshly.
Time passed.
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When Harnithan finally left Hogwarts and McGonagall owled, suggesting Harry apply for the DADA position, he had to force himself not to put in notice at Beauxbatons until he’d actually been offered the job.
When Ginny then asked if he would father her and Luna’s kids, Harry hardly had to think. “I’m in!” he said. The three started house hunting together.
They eventually bought a huge patch of land positioned vaguely between Luna’s Dad and the Burrow, fighting constantly with the architect and arriving, finally, in a large house for the women, a two bedroom cottage next door for Harry.
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Ginny fell pregnant the first time they tried the ritual. They named the baby James.
Harry still never visited a gay bar, neighborhood, volunteer group. He told himself he had learned that lesson without having to suffer for it.
The newspaper eventually stopped speculating on his non-existant love life, his confusing three-way asexual intimacy with Luna and Ginny.
They named the second baby Pandora.
Andromeda showed Harry pictures: Draco holding his own son, unfortunately named Scorpius.
Draco looked proud, miserable and rigid. Baby Scorpius, though, was adorable.
They named the third baby Frederick. Years flew by.
Then, Harry met Michael.
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To Be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/298197.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: lesson
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 moves on with his life, and the years begin to pass.
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 now have a detailed outline that extends all the way to the ending. Expect this fic to be complete in August.
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 75: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/295230.html#cutid1
Harry told himself he’d learned his lesson. “Never fall for a straight boy.”
Or a closeted one.
He buried his feelings and talked career options with McGonagall.
He ignored the pain as he packed to leave Hogwarts.
He went out for a huge, celebratory Roy Alley dinner with a dozen friends and promised himself he was done thinking about Draco.
He weighed teaching offers with Hermione and Molly Weasley, saying leaving England was a good way to get magical teaching experience, while thinking being unlikely to run into Draco at Beauxbatons was a bonus he had no need to mention.
Harry settled in quickly at Beauxbatons. English seemed a good introduction to teaching, even if DADA at Hogwarts was his ultimate goal. He learned grammar along with pedagogy, lesson planning along with classroom management, diagramming sentences along with cognitive maps. He learned the other teachers’ names and quirks, learned not to ask how often Hagrid visited, learned which French foods he liked and how to get into the kitchens.
He explored the French countryside, planned Ron and Hermione’s visits, and continually promised himself that “next weekend” he would head into gayest Bayonne and try to meet a nice young Frenchman.
Harry taught English lessons at Beauxbatons for six years, eagerly returning to England every summer, every holiday. He went home for Ron and Hermione’s wedding. Ginny and Luna’s, too.
France never quite felt like home, but teaching increasingly did.
When Draco married Astoria, Harry heard through Andromeda. A thousand crazy scenarios zipped through his head for weeks: disrupting his thoughts, paining his dreams. But he didn’t show up to interrupt their wedding. He didn’t owl Draco an intimate memory dug from deep under Gringotts.
Instead he drank a little too much, graded his students a bit more harshly.
Time passed.
When Harnithan finally left Hogwarts and McGonagall owled, suggesting Harry apply for the DADA position, he had to force himself not to put in notice at Beauxbatons until he’d actually been offered the job.
When Ginny then asked if he would father her and Luna’s kids, Harry hardly had to think. “I’m in!” he said. The three started house hunting together.
They eventually bought a huge patch of land positioned vaguely between Luna’s Dad and the Burrow, fighting constantly with the architect and arriving, finally, in a large house for the women, a two bedroom cottage next door for Harry.
Ginny fell pregnant the first time they tried the ritual. They named the baby James.
Harry still never visited a gay bar, neighborhood, volunteer group. He told himself he had learned that lesson without having to suffer for it.
The newspaper eventually stopped speculating on his non-existant love life, his confusing three-way asexual intimacy with Luna and Ginny.
They named the second baby Pandora.
Andromeda showed Harry pictures: Draco holding his own son, unfortunately named Scorpius.
Draco looked proud, miserable and rigid. Baby Scorpius, though, was adorable.
They named the third baby Frederick. Years flew by.
Then, Harry met Michael.
To Be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/298197.html#cutid1