Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 90
Jan. 18th, 2020 11:29 pmTitle: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 90
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: unusual
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 confides in Harry.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 89: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/320626.html#cutid1
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“Mother finally admitted she is leaving the country,” Draco told Harry that evening as soon as he returned from an unusually lengthy ward installation in Rhosneigr.
“Yeah?” Harry said, and kissed Draco on the cheek, clearly slightly distracted. “Can you tell me all about it while I get ready for dinner? I need a shower, and I suspect I should hear the whole story before we sit down with your Mum.”
Draco ended up following Harry into the bathroom and telling him everything as Harry washed, magic keeping the water inside the enclosure so Harry could hear everything Draco said.
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“So they will be touring the whole African continent, and I… I had to refrain from asking her a million intrusive questions.”
“Like what?” Harry asked, toweling his hair.
“Like is she sleeping with him!” Draco said, gesturing broadly, the words exploding out. “Is he paying for all this, or is he expecting her to contribute? How long will she be living there? How big is his family? Am I expected to host them, here, when winter comes to Johannesburg?”
“It’s unusual for you get worked up like this,” Harry said, his manner more measured than Draco was accustomed to.
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“This is my mother!” Draco said. “She is the closest blood relative I have left!”
“As long as it isn’t because she’s female,” Harry said, slipping on a sock.
Draco sat down, hard. “Holy hell,” he said in a harsh whisper. “Do you think that’s where this is coming from? Sexism?”
Harry took his hand, despite needing to finish getting dressed. “Maybe a little,” he said, his tone and words unusually gentle, even for him. “Are you trying to protect her, or are you just… going to miss her?”
“Um,” Draco said quietly, staring at their feet. “Both, I think?”
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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/322239.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: unusual
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 confides in Harry.
Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 89: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/320626.html#cutid1
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“Mother finally admitted she is leaving the country,” Draco told Harry that evening as soon as he returned from an unusually lengthy ward installation in Rhosneigr.
“Yeah?” Harry said, and kissed Draco on the cheek, clearly slightly distracted. “Can you tell me all about it while I get ready for dinner? I need a shower, and I suspect I should hear the whole story before we sit down with your Mum.”
Draco ended up following Harry into the bathroom and telling him everything as Harry washed, magic keeping the water inside the enclosure so Harry could hear everything Draco said.
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“So they will be touring the whole African continent, and I… I had to refrain from asking her a million intrusive questions.”
“Like what?” Harry asked, toweling his hair.
“Like is she sleeping with him!” Draco said, gesturing broadly, the words exploding out. “Is he paying for all this, or is he expecting her to contribute? How long will she be living there? How big is his family? Am I expected to host them, here, when winter comes to Johannesburg?”
“It’s unusual for you get worked up like this,” Harry said, his manner more measured than Draco was accustomed to.
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“This is my mother!” Draco said. “She is the closest blood relative I have left!”
“As long as it isn’t because she’s female,” Harry said, slipping on a sock.
Draco sat down, hard. “Holy hell,” he said in a harsh whisper. “Do you think that’s where this is coming from? Sexism?”
Harry took his hand, despite needing to finish getting dressed. “Maybe a little,” he said, his tone and words unusually gentle, even for him. “Are you trying to protect her, or are you just… going to miss her?”
“Um,” Draco said quietly, staring at their feet. “Both, I think?”
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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/322239.html#cutid1
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