25 Days - Day 6
Dec. 7th, 2018 12:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smirkingcatTitle:
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 278
Rating: PG
Prompt:
Warning: alternating POV, no beta
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:the prompts... i don’t know it might be because i am sooo sleep deprived but really, for me and the story i had in mind, the timing is just not right- BUT we are not giving up yet, it can be saved and done, its only day 6.
(also on unrelated news and in case you are wondering, i am pretty sure i passed today’s exam. it wont be an A but it is a passing grade)
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: : @dw | @lj
Having apparated to the small town downhill from Malfoy Manor has Draco walking uphill towards his ancestral home. The town is silent around him, and though fairy lights are lit everywhere the lonely feeling is not something that can be shaken easily.
The feeling itself is not unfamiliar and growing up as the sole heir to a large estate has taught him well. He is used to walking alone, being the outsider in the group. And now that he is back and once again tangled up with all his former schoolmates the bitter aftertaste of being so different from those around him has settled back in as though it was never gone.
It makes something in him ache for the little being that was part him and part a women he never got to know. His son has done nothing wrong. So is it fair for him to pay for his father’s mistake, like Draco himself has done far too often?
With more force than necessary Draco shut the gate as he walked through, his temper high.
It is the one thing being under Imperius had granted him: peace of mind he never finds on his own.
But as soon as that thought forms anger boils up in him and indignity follows on its heels. How dared his father controlling his life even if there was nothing to control?
With a sigh he closed the large oak doors behind himself after entering the house.
Maybe tomorrow instead of torturing himself he can torture Potter some more. Just because they agreed to get along, doesn’t mean they can’t play.
And why should all the others be allowed the fun?
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 278
Rating: PG
Prompt:
Warning: alternating POV, no beta
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:the prompts... i don’t know it might be because i am sooo sleep deprived but really, for me and the story i had in mind, the timing is just not right- BUT we are not giving up yet, it can be saved and done, its only day 6.
(also on unrelated news and in case you are wondering, i am pretty sure i passed today’s exam. it wont be an A but it is a passing grade)
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: : @dw | @lj
Having apparated to the small town downhill from Malfoy Manor has Draco walking uphill towards his ancestral home. The town is silent around him, and though fairy lights are lit everywhere the lonely feeling is not something that can be shaken easily.
The feeling itself is not unfamiliar and growing up as the sole heir to a large estate has taught him well. He is used to walking alone, being the outsider in the group. And now that he is back and once again tangled up with all his former schoolmates the bitter aftertaste of being so different from those around him has settled back in as though it was never gone.
It makes something in him ache for the little being that was part him and part a women he never got to know. His son has done nothing wrong. So is it fair for him to pay for his father’s mistake, like Draco himself has done far too often?
With more force than necessary Draco shut the gate as he walked through, his temper high.
It is the one thing being under Imperius had granted him: peace of mind he never finds on his own.
But as soon as that thought forms anger boils up in him and indignity follows on its heels. How dared his father controlling his life even if there was nothing to control?
With a sigh he closed the large oak doors behind himself after entering the house.
Maybe tomorrow instead of torturing himself he can torture Potter some more. Just because they agreed to get along, doesn’t mean they can’t play.
And why should all the others be allowed the fun?
