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smirkingcat) wrote2018-12-18 02:20 am
smirkingcat) wrote2018-12-18 02:20 am
25 Days- Day 17
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Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 917
Rating: PG
Prompt:![](”https://66.media.tumblr.com/48000c8e658d6777db4b78041e8ec919/tumblr_p0p1xsvFx11vii99xo1_1280.jpg")
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:well math exam... i took it and i wrote stuff on the paper, most of it even mathematical stuff... so well, that means i do know some parts, and the rest is doable until february, i am sure!
on the health front- who am i kidding there is no health front i am still as sick as before, but it does feel like it is getting better, at least sometimes when it doesn’t feel like it got WORSE
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
Draco looks around the study. It is decent enough in size, and comes across more like a library than anything else. Draco likes the atmosphere, it is comfortable and feels a lot like Theo. It was currently a lot calmer than the air between him and Theo himself. If he only knew how to break the ice...
“Maybe a cup of tea...” he says softly.
“You want tea? Sorry for not being a good host, but to be completely honest I never received a visitor in here.”
Draco closes his eyes. Theo’s tone was icy, and it was deserved. But what is he supposed to do?
“I am sorry Theo, for not being here, for not contacting you. But at first I thought it too risky and then I no longer had a thought,” Draco says because it is as good a start as anything else. But also because it was the truth.
“Not good enough, Draco try again. And this time please be so kind and indulge me with a few details.” Theo replies, while offering a cup of tea.
“I have a son,” Draco states, not taking the tea, but instead working his fingers through his hair.
“You? Have a son? How? I mean... you told me about the... women debacle.”
“Funny how imperious makes you not care about such important details. I also remember that time was an issue. Months seemed to pass in days. I think it had to do with the magic itself. The curse I mean. I watched it entrap me. I hated it, I loathed it, but a part of me was always fascinated with the colours and the waves that the course spun around me.” Draco has stepped up to the bookshelves, stroking the backs of the various old books.
“Lucius always had a habit of getting his way.” Theo replies slowly. “Do you think you being a reader made it worse? That is somehow was your fault?”
“Maybe. With the things I see... it’s not easy to say. They can be very distracting. In the beginning there have been days when It was nearly impossible to concentrate. It is so fascinating and distracting and what it can do the power of it...” Draco let his eyes wonder across the ceiling.
“Be careful. You wandered in here freely, you might not be let out if you keep talking that way.” Theo jokes softly. “Is that why you are able to help Harry? Because you see what the magic does? Luna just said that there is a lot of magic in him and around him. But she can’t say anything more... Then again the real questions are much harder to ask, and the one over all is, do you want me too?” Theo then asks slowly.
Draco watches him as he takes a sip of his tea.
“Pott- Harry suggested I take him back. That I should raise him myself. Which let’s face it is really a ludicrous suggestion-“
“-except that a part of you wants.” Theo interrupts gently.
“I hate him. I hate his face, and his chubby hands, and the noises he makes and the fact that he has blond hair and blue eyes. He is the perfect grandson, like my father envisioned him, and in a way I hate him for that too...”
“I can sense the but in there.”
Draco sighs. “But. But he is innocent. But he deserves to be raised by his father, by someone who understands how you can love a person so much that you just want their approval and hate them at the very same time, for what they make you do. You know, you grew up with it to.“
“I think Draco, as far as fathers go, ours are special cases. And I can picture you as a father. You would be harsh, because- and please take that from me as a friend- you are not the most kind-hearted person, neither are you prone to softness. But you would struggle to be fair, within reason. You wouldn’t torture him, redo the big mistakes. Draco, raising someone and setting limits, telling them off for bad behaviour, teaching them the rules and how to follow them, that is not bad, that is the obligation a parent has to fulfil. You were never mad at your mother for chiding you, when you forgot your manners. Manners are the social glue- well, manners and lies, but you know- and they have served you well. Our fathers were just crazy buffoons with a menacing streak even Acrumantulas would be proud of.” Theo states his opinion honestly.
“I think maybe the Christmas time just got to me, you know. All the decorations, and setting up the trees and going on a sleigh ride, baking cookies. All the things I used to do as a kid... maybe the want will pass. As it is said one can’t have everything one wants.”
Draco walks a few steps up and down, looking at everything and nothing. This is not how he has envisioned this particular conversation.
“Like you waited this long after you returned from the continent to see me?”
“I am afraid of you... I am mortified by this child. That is a difference.” Draco stops to look at Theo.
“What did I do to make you afraid of me?” Theo asks surprised.
“I am afraid of you realising that I am not worth the trouble that I put you through, through all these years,” Draco whispers back.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 917
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:well math exam... i took it and i wrote stuff on the paper, most of it even mathematical stuff... so well, that means i do know some parts, and the rest is doable until february, i am sure!
on the health front- who am i kidding there is no health front i am still as sick as before, but it does feel like it is getting better, at least sometimes when it doesn’t feel like it got WORSE
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
Draco looks around the study. It is decent enough in size, and comes across more like a library than anything else. Draco likes the atmosphere, it is comfortable and feels a lot like Theo. It was currently a lot calmer than the air between him and Theo himself. If he only knew how to break the ice...
“Maybe a cup of tea...” he says softly.
“You want tea? Sorry for not being a good host, but to be completely honest I never received a visitor in here.”
Draco closes his eyes. Theo’s tone was icy, and it was deserved. But what is he supposed to do?
“I am sorry Theo, for not being here, for not contacting you. But at first I thought it too risky and then I no longer had a thought,” Draco says because it is as good a start as anything else. But also because it was the truth.
“Not good enough, Draco try again. And this time please be so kind and indulge me with a few details.” Theo replies, while offering a cup of tea.
“I have a son,” Draco states, not taking the tea, but instead working his fingers through his hair.
“You? Have a son? How? I mean... you told me about the... women debacle.”
“Funny how imperious makes you not care about such important details. I also remember that time was an issue. Months seemed to pass in days. I think it had to do with the magic itself. The curse I mean. I watched it entrap me. I hated it, I loathed it, but a part of me was always fascinated with the colours and the waves that the course spun around me.” Draco has stepped up to the bookshelves, stroking the backs of the various old books.
“Lucius always had a habit of getting his way.” Theo replies slowly. “Do you think you being a reader made it worse? That is somehow was your fault?”
“Maybe. With the things I see... it’s not easy to say. They can be very distracting. In the beginning there have been days when It was nearly impossible to concentrate. It is so fascinating and distracting and what it can do the power of it...” Draco let his eyes wonder across the ceiling.
“Be careful. You wandered in here freely, you might not be let out if you keep talking that way.” Theo jokes softly. “Is that why you are able to help Harry? Because you see what the magic does? Luna just said that there is a lot of magic in him and around him. But she can’t say anything more... Then again the real questions are much harder to ask, and the one over all is, do you want me too?” Theo then asks slowly.
Draco watches him as he takes a sip of his tea.
“Pott- Harry suggested I take him back. That I should raise him myself. Which let’s face it is really a ludicrous suggestion-“
“-except that a part of you wants.” Theo interrupts gently.
“I hate him. I hate his face, and his chubby hands, and the noises he makes and the fact that he has blond hair and blue eyes. He is the perfect grandson, like my father envisioned him, and in a way I hate him for that too...”
“I can sense the but in there.”
Draco sighs. “But. But he is innocent. But he deserves to be raised by his father, by someone who understands how you can love a person so much that you just want their approval and hate them at the very same time, for what they make you do. You know, you grew up with it to.“
“I think Draco, as far as fathers go, ours are special cases. And I can picture you as a father. You would be harsh, because- and please take that from me as a friend- you are not the most kind-hearted person, neither are you prone to softness. But you would struggle to be fair, within reason. You wouldn’t torture him, redo the big mistakes. Draco, raising someone and setting limits, telling them off for bad behaviour, teaching them the rules and how to follow them, that is not bad, that is the obligation a parent has to fulfil. You were never mad at your mother for chiding you, when you forgot your manners. Manners are the social glue- well, manners and lies, but you know- and they have served you well. Our fathers were just crazy buffoons with a menacing streak even Acrumantulas would be proud of.” Theo states his opinion honestly.
“I think maybe the Christmas time just got to me, you know. All the decorations, and setting up the trees and going on a sleigh ride, baking cookies. All the things I used to do as a kid... maybe the want will pass. As it is said one can’t have everything one wants.”
Draco walks a few steps up and down, looking at everything and nothing. This is not how he has envisioned this particular conversation.
“Like you waited this long after you returned from the continent to see me?”
“I am afraid of you... I am mortified by this child. That is a difference.” Draco stops to look at Theo.
“What did I do to make you afraid of me?” Theo asks surprised.
“I am afraid of you realising that I am not worth the trouble that I put you through, through all these years,” Draco whispers back.