Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 89
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dracoharry100Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 89
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Monday
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 coming to an end, but slowly. ;)
Summary: Draco and his mum have lunch and gradually talk over important things.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 88:: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/310894.html#cutid1
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“I should... I apologize, Draco. I should have told you of my plans sooner.”
“You are an adult,” Draco said, maintaining an external placidity he knew had to be at least slightly irritating.
“As you are,” Mother said. She looked up at him, straightening her already straight spine. “And I neglected to treat you as such for far too long. I hope that I… I have attempted to correct that error, of late,” she said.
Her words were formal, measured, but Draco heard the pleading in her tone, slight though it was. He knew his mother very well, after all.
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“I feel much more adult these days, Mother,” Draco said, bracing his hands on his thighs and leaning forward just a touch. Mother waited for him to continue.
“I thank you for the changes you have made in your behavior, as well as in your expectations.”
“You and Harry seem very happy,” Mother offered. “I noticed on Monday, those flowers he brought you.”
“And Tuesday I had Vissy serve his favorite for dinner,” Draco said, remembering Harry’s gratitude. Shepherd’s pie had not been on the Manor’s menu since Draco had been small, until he realized how much Harry loved it.
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“Little things like that, I think, make for a successful relationship,” Mother said, sounding both wistful and unsure.
Draco hoped she would continue. Was she was thinking of Lucius, Dizon, or something else entirely?
“Monday, as you know, I visited with my sister for tea. We spoke of her late husband. Her late Ted was… everything your father was not.” Mother looked at her lap, then out the window.
“Andromeda loved him so. Loves him still, really, though he is gone years now. I almost envy her that, though of course I do not envy the way she misses him.
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“Still, what it would be to have a man who cares for me! Respects me, sees my worth as a witch, a woman...”
Draco waited, but Mother just looked out the window.
“Father did not,” he stated.
“No,” she agreed. “Monday to Sunday, as my own mother liked to say, he was himself. And Lucius put himself above everyone. Well, for as long as he could.”
Draco nodded.
Mother frowned.
“And Landers?” he finally asked.
Mother hesitated, but when she finally smiled, it was sweet. “I have… sincere hopes,” she said, and Draco knew he would have to accept that.
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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/321375.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Monday
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 coming to an end, but slowly. ;)
Summary: Draco and his mum have lunch and gradually talk over important things.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 88:: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/310894.html#cutid1
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“I should... I apologize, Draco. I should have told you of my plans sooner.”
“You are an adult,” Draco said, maintaining an external placidity he knew had to be at least slightly irritating.
“As you are,” Mother said. She looked up at him, straightening her already straight spine. “And I neglected to treat you as such for far too long. I hope that I… I have attempted to correct that error, of late,” she said.
Her words were formal, measured, but Draco heard the pleading in her tone, slight though it was. He knew his mother very well, after all.
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“I feel much more adult these days, Mother,” Draco said, bracing his hands on his thighs and leaning forward just a touch. Mother waited for him to continue.
“I thank you for the changes you have made in your behavior, as well as in your expectations.”
“You and Harry seem very happy,” Mother offered. “I noticed on Monday, those flowers he brought you.”
“And Tuesday I had Vissy serve his favorite for dinner,” Draco said, remembering Harry’s gratitude. Shepherd’s pie had not been on the Manor’s menu since Draco had been small, until he realized how much Harry loved it.
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“Little things like that, I think, make for a successful relationship,” Mother said, sounding both wistful and unsure.
Draco hoped she would continue. Was she was thinking of Lucius, Dizon, or something else entirely?
“Monday, as you know, I visited with my sister for tea. We spoke of her late husband. Her late Ted was… everything your father was not.” Mother looked at her lap, then out the window.
“Andromeda loved him so. Loves him still, really, though he is gone years now. I almost envy her that, though of course I do not envy the way she misses him.
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“Still, what it would be to have a man who cares for me! Respects me, sees my worth as a witch, a woman...”
Draco waited, but Mother just looked out the window.
“Father did not,” he stated.
“No,” she agreed. “Monday to Sunday, as my own mother liked to say, he was himself. And Lucius put himself above everyone. Well, for as long as he could.”
Draco nodded.
Mother frowned.
“And Landers?” he finally asked.
Mother hesitated, but when she finally smiled, it was sweet. “I have… sincere hopes,” she said, and Draco knew he would have to accept that.
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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/321375.html#cutid1
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