dracoharry100 | Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 76

Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 76
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: invitation
Rating for this series: Rated NC-17
Rating for this post: Rated PG-13
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!
This fic is also coming to an end!

Summary: Though waiting can feel eternal, those nasty events we must schedule do eventually arrive. And then, they pass.

Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 75: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/296873.html#cutid1

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Draco hoped for a night of wild, distracting debauchery. Harry demurred.

“Not tonight,” he said, leading Draco to his enormous bathtub.

“Tonight is for comfort. Relaxing. A hot bath, a full glass of wine. You and your Mum have been through quite a lot. You won. Now it’s time to release some tension.”

“I can think of a few ways to release tension,” Draco snickered; staring at his boyfriend’s arse as Harry bent to fill the bath.

“I’m eager to accept your many lewd invitations,” Harry said over his shoulder. “Promise. Starting sometime tomorrow. Tonight, let me care for you.”

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They drank sweet wine and lingered in the tub, talking over their experiences of the crime, investigation and trial and considering possible aftermaths.

“Her invitation to visit Landers remains,” Draco said, leaning back into Harry’s wet embrace. His shoulder was a sturdy and comfortable shelf for the back of Draco’s head. His hand rested gentle and stable on Draco’s thigh. “I checked with Landers myself.”

“You don’t think that’s a little… infantilizing?”

“I was discreet,” Draco grumbled, turning his face away. “I worry about her. Johannesburg is quite far.”

“Very sweet,” Harry murmured, kissing Draco’s hair. “But she’s an adult.”

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“M’well aware.” Draco sniffed. “She’s old enough to be my mother, after all.”

“You know what I mean,” Harry said, huffing a quiet laugh into Draco’s hair.

Draco smiled, in spite of himself. Even pissy, he could make Harry laugh. That felt good.

“I needed to know more about this Dizon,” Draco insisted. “Mother herself expressed some uncertainty about him, his invitations. You weren’t there for that, I don’t think.” He screwed up his forehead for a moment, trying to remember. “But she essentially requested that I develop an opinion,” Draco said.

“And?” Harry asked.

“He seems... acceptable,” Draco admitted.

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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/299102.html#cutid1