Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 83
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 83
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: support
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: You can have the most supportive, patient boyfriend in England, but sometimes it isn't enough.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 82: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/305945.html#cutid1
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The next time it happened, it was to Draco. “Where is that catalog I was reading a few hours ago?” he wondered aloud one evening.
Harry looked up from a book about warding homes in densely populated areas and the resultant side effects of all that nearby electricity. “You had it before dinner, right? The one you were using to shop for birthday presents?”
“Yes,” Draco said, hands on hips, surveying the room. “Accio catalog!” Four catalogs fluttered into the room and arranged themselves on the small table next to Draco’s favorite chair. None were the gift catalog he wanted.
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“Dammit,” he muttered. “Why were both Luna and Blaise born in February, anyway? I never know what to get either of them, and now this.”
“Come now,” Harry said, standing up. “Let’s check HillSide. That’s probably where it got to.”
Together they put on heavy cloaks, then walked outside to apparate more smoothly to the edge of Harry’s wards. They waited together for Harry’s wards to accept, then welcome them, they apparated again to get inside the house, and eventually Draco found the catalog in Harry’s bathroom.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Harry said, kissing Draco’s temple. “Everyone reads in the loo.”
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After the catalog, it was a bottle of saffron accidentally left behind, in Harry’s kitchen. “I would just go ahead and cook without it,” Harry said, trying not to feel grumpy, “but this dish is so dull without saffron.”
Tuesday, Draco was highly amused to suddenly need a ceramic cauldron, and didn’t Harry happen to have one he had inherited from Sirius?
“Yeah….” Harry said, a glint in his eye. “In the storage shed, I think.”
Sunday, Harry needed his favorite winter cloak. “It was warm when we left!”
Friday Draco needed his broom. “I’ll never beat you without it.”
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They complained to Narcissa about it after dinner one night.
“It’s our wards,” Harry said, playing with Draco’s fingers as he spoke. “We both have such overwhelming security needs, and neither of us can really move out of our homes permanently, since our businesses are based out of them.”
Narcissa sipped her wine. “What about a diffusion doorway? They aren’t common, but I think a childhood friend had one. It helped her visit her grandparents in Wales whenever she liked, but kept her grandparents out of her mother’s hair.”
“Tell me more about that,” Harry said, leaning forward a bit.
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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/307416.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: support
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: You can have the most supportive, patient boyfriend in England, but sometimes it isn't enough.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 82: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/305945.html#cutid1
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The next time it happened, it was to Draco. “Where is that catalog I was reading a few hours ago?” he wondered aloud one evening.
Harry looked up from a book about warding homes in densely populated areas and the resultant side effects of all that nearby electricity. “You had it before dinner, right? The one you were using to shop for birthday presents?”
“Yes,” Draco said, hands on hips, surveying the room. “Accio catalog!” Four catalogs fluttered into the room and arranged themselves on the small table next to Draco’s favorite chair. None were the gift catalog he wanted.
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“Dammit,” he muttered. “Why were both Luna and Blaise born in February, anyway? I never know what to get either of them, and now this.”
“Come now,” Harry said, standing up. “Let’s check HillSide. That’s probably where it got to.”
Together they put on heavy cloaks, then walked outside to apparate more smoothly to the edge of Harry’s wards. They waited together for Harry’s wards to accept, then welcome them, they apparated again to get inside the house, and eventually Draco found the catalog in Harry’s bathroom.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Harry said, kissing Draco’s temple. “Everyone reads in the loo.”
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After the catalog, it was a bottle of saffron accidentally left behind, in Harry’s kitchen. “I would just go ahead and cook without it,” Harry said, trying not to feel grumpy, “but this dish is so dull without saffron.”
Tuesday, Draco was highly amused to suddenly need a ceramic cauldron, and didn’t Harry happen to have one he had inherited from Sirius?
“Yeah….” Harry said, a glint in his eye. “In the storage shed, I think.”
Sunday, Harry needed his favorite winter cloak. “It was warm when we left!”
Friday Draco needed his broom. “I’ll never beat you without it.”
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They complained to Narcissa about it after dinner one night.
“It’s our wards,” Harry said, playing with Draco’s fingers as he spoke. “We both have such overwhelming security needs, and neither of us can really move out of our homes permanently, since our businesses are based out of them.”
Narcissa sipped her wine. “What about a diffusion doorway? They aren’t common, but I think a childhood friend had one. It helped her visit her grandparents in Wales whenever she liked, but kept her grandparents out of her mother’s hair.”
“Tell me more about that,” Harry said, leaning forward a bit.
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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/307416.html#cutid1
