dracoharry100 | Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 82

Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 82
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: strange
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!
This fic is coming to an end.

Summary: Harry and Draco switch.

Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 81: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/305366.html#cutid1

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At first, going back and forth was fun. Like the sleepovers Harry hadn’t been permitted as a child. They learned the nooks and crannies of one another’s homes, shared dinner with Narcissa every other night, bought extra toothbrushes and shared shampoo.

Then Harry couldn’t find a book he needed.

“Strange,” he said, looking under a chair after Accio didn’t work. “I was just reading it.”

“What’s it called?” Draco asked. “What color is the cover?”

“Cursed Wards, Best Solutions,” Harry said. “I need to study it before I tackle a bizarre job I committed to for next week. Cover’s brown.”

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“Must’ve left the damn thing at your house,” Harry said after quite a few more minutes of searching. “I absolutely cannot find it.”

“Really?” Draco said, looking up from the desk he’d been searching. “But you said you were just reading it, and we left my house right after breakfast.”

“Well,” Harry said, “I could be remembering wrong. I should check the Manor, at any rate.”

Draco fought an urge to check the time. “Do you need me to come along?”

Harry sighed. “Suppose you’d better. I still look a bit strange to your living wards when you’re not there.”

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Together they walked out and around to the Floo Harry had installed outside his home for added protection. They flooed to the Manor and waited while the wards squirmed, then settled.

Harry strode toward Draco’s bedroom. Draco called for Bippy.

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“And it is brown,” Draco said, finishing a long, careful description.

“Bippy will seek,” she promised, but Harry was walking back into the room, book in hand.

“Under your bed,” he said, still looking annoyed.

“Strange spot,” Draco said. “Pity my house-elves can’t enter HillSide.”

“That would be simpler,” Harry agreed as he threw the Floo powder into the flames.

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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/306651.html#cutid1