dracoharry100 | Stuck in Quarantine With (a surprisingly romantic) You, 56

Title: Stuck in Quarantine With (a surprisingly romantic) You, 56
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: widow
Rating for this post:? 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!

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Part 55 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/396019.html#cutid1

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Harry breathed in deep, then let it out as slowly as he could. It was that, or squirm, and he already felt self-conscious enough in front of Draco.

“How’s your Mum handling quarantine?” he thought to ask, intentionally deflecting.

“Oh, I thought you knew?” Draco said, turning his head toward Harry as they lay in the clean, soft grass.

“No?” Harry said, confused.

“She has essentially moved in with her widowed sister and her grandson. My Aunt Andromeda and little Edward Lupin.” Draco paused. “Isn’t he your godson?”

“She has?” Harry said, quite surprised. “Andromeda didn’t mention anything about that.”

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“They might be... embarrassed. They are not sure their methods exactly obey the rules. Mother almost always spends her nights home with Father, but during the day she is with her sister and the boy.” Draco grimaced. “Mother goes back and forth between those two homes, but no one else involved leaves their own, and Mother goes nowhere else. Those four are like a household unto themselves, just in... two buildings. The owls and house-elves do all the food delivering and such, and we all know they are immune to the virus.”

“And thank Merlin for that,” Harry said, fervently.

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“But you know what, that gives me an idea. I’ve been neglecting Teddy and Andromeda a bit. I can’t go round, obviously, but I could owl Teddy toys, puzzles. Help him stay occupied. I should write Andromeda, see what she thinks. I can ask her what interests him these days, what wouldn’t get in her way.”

Draco squeezed Harry’s hand again. “That sounds brilliant,” he said. “If I may, I would write Mother to ask the same question? She might not know, but I am sure she would like to be asked. She has become very fond of the boy.”

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