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smirkingcat) wrote2018-12-20 01:28 am
smirkingcat) wrote2018-12-20 01:28 am
25 Days - Day 19
Title:
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 932
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: still sick, still pissed, and its way too late and my morning comes in 4h... someone kill me now please
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
“Well, that is a good enough reason, I guess. At least I can see the argument,” Theo starts only to go on, in a much softer voice: “But Draco we have known each other since forever. Did it never occur to you, that I already know you are a lot of trouble?
“I grew up with you, I know your faults better than you yourself. There is no debate about that, but you, as you are prone to do, are overlooking the most obvious thing: the same can be said about you. You know me better than I do, you know when to back off and to handle my silences, and my quirks. You never even complain about them. In a way it might also be that some of my quirks rubbed off on some of your quirks, like your need to talk and fill silences when you are not careful.
“I think it’s not the anger that is getting to me, it’s the insult of you not trusting me. You didn’t trust me during the war, nor the trials and neither later. Did I ever disappoint you? Do something that gave you reason to doubt me?”
“No, no Theo, never. I didn’t want to endanger you. You know how they saw us, how they turned us into an example. And with your father dead and you the sole heir of the Nott-estate, can you even imagine what they would have done to you? I know you hate that house, but it is also the house you grew up , and it is the house your mother lived and was happy with you- losing it would have changed you, would have made all you have now impossible.”
Draco put his hands on the Theo’s desk, leaning towards Theo and staring in his eyes. “As you said I know you, better than you know yourself.”
They stare at each other before Theo heaths a heavy sigh: “The bad thing about you is your bad habit of being right, when nobody wants you to.”
There is a long silence before Theo huffs and Draco grins. And then they are both laughing.
It takes them a little while to calm down again.
“So, you became a magical reader, were controlled and got a son, is there anything you left out? Anything at all?” Theo summarises the situation.
“Well, there is this seer and her daughter that I lived with for some time. She helped me when nobody else would hide me from my father. It was her idea for me to come back... not that I exactly followed her advice, but Ireland was as close as I wanted to come.”
Theo slowly stands up and puts his own hands on his desk leans towards Draco, so that they are nearly nose to nose.
“Oh, there is still that stubborn and resentful Draco, who never just holds a grudge, but instead plans his revenge. I am intrigued. What is it you are after now?”
“I was absolutely desperate when I first realised what had happened to me, and who had done it. I do not understand what is happening between my mother and Lucius, and at this point I don’t care. I want revenge. I want him, who believes he has everything planned out, and that it is all always going according to his plan have nothing left, but what little I decide he should have.”
Draco answers, voice low and cold.
Theo’s only reaction is a little smirk: “Blood-Calling-Ritual, and then Ancestory Judgement? Is that what you have been thinking off?
“You were right before, you know? You do know me well.” Draco grinned.
“But what about the magic? It takes a lot of magic, and you said-“
“Potter. He has more magic than he can even envision and it just springs to life, wants to help so much. I can use it.”
“Draco, that is –“
“Not for me. I know, I can’t do it myself, I have many faults I don’t know, but believe me, I know very well about my need for power, and that it does me no good... he is so powerful, even if I tried... I would burn out before I got anything done. But with you there, and if Harry is willing-“
“-which we can already presume he will be, since he wants you to have your son back as well-“
“- it can be done. And then it will be me, who will decide what the name of Malfoy will stand for again.” Draco says, tone hard.
“Do you really need to do more research?” Theo sits back down again.
“Not on either of those two things. But I would appreciate some books on magical readers and on the ability itself. The Malfoy library sources are rather limited in that regard.”
“I shall bring you some this evening. You need to talk to Harry.”
Theo opens a drawer of his desk and takes out parchment, starts to write on it.
“This evening then, maybe we can raid some of the fine malt my family has been saving for ages,” Draco says on the way to the door.
“Draco,” Theo calls after him.”You will need this for the log,” and with that he throws Draco a big magical infused pine cone. “May your blood run true, your house hold strong, and your will never vary old friend.”
They share one last long look, before both their lips widen to grins. And with a nod Draco leaves through the door, which at some point during their talk has reappeared.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 932
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: still sick, still pissed, and its way too late and my morning comes in 4h... someone kill me now please
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
“Well, that is a good enough reason, I guess. At least I can see the argument,” Theo starts only to go on, in a much softer voice: “But Draco we have known each other since forever. Did it never occur to you, that I already know you are a lot of trouble?
“I grew up with you, I know your faults better than you yourself. There is no debate about that, but you, as you are prone to do, are overlooking the most obvious thing: the same can be said about you. You know me better than I do, you know when to back off and to handle my silences, and my quirks. You never even complain about them. In a way it might also be that some of my quirks rubbed off on some of your quirks, like your need to talk and fill silences when you are not careful.
“I think it’s not the anger that is getting to me, it’s the insult of you not trusting me. You didn’t trust me during the war, nor the trials and neither later. Did I ever disappoint you? Do something that gave you reason to doubt me?”
“No, no Theo, never. I didn’t want to endanger you. You know how they saw us, how they turned us into an example. And with your father dead and you the sole heir of the Nott-estate, can you even imagine what they would have done to you? I know you hate that house, but it is also the house you grew up , and it is the house your mother lived and was happy with you- losing it would have changed you, would have made all you have now impossible.”
Draco put his hands on the Theo’s desk, leaning towards Theo and staring in his eyes. “As you said I know you, better than you know yourself.”
They stare at each other before Theo heaths a heavy sigh: “The bad thing about you is your bad habit of being right, when nobody wants you to.”
There is a long silence before Theo huffs and Draco grins. And then they are both laughing.
It takes them a little while to calm down again.
“So, you became a magical reader, were controlled and got a son, is there anything you left out? Anything at all?” Theo summarises the situation.
“Well, there is this seer and her daughter that I lived with for some time. She helped me when nobody else would hide me from my father. It was her idea for me to come back... not that I exactly followed her advice, but Ireland was as close as I wanted to come.”
Theo slowly stands up and puts his own hands on his desk leans towards Draco, so that they are nearly nose to nose.
“Oh, there is still that stubborn and resentful Draco, who never just holds a grudge, but instead plans his revenge. I am intrigued. What is it you are after now?”
“I was absolutely desperate when I first realised what had happened to me, and who had done it. I do not understand what is happening between my mother and Lucius, and at this point I don’t care. I want revenge. I want him, who believes he has everything planned out, and that it is all always going according to his plan have nothing left, but what little I decide he should have.”
Draco answers, voice low and cold.
Theo’s only reaction is a little smirk: “Blood-Calling-Ritual, and then Ancestory Judgement? Is that what you have been thinking off?
“You were right before, you know? You do know me well.” Draco grinned.
“But what about the magic? It takes a lot of magic, and you said-“
“Potter. He has more magic than he can even envision and it just springs to life, wants to help so much. I can use it.”
“Draco, that is –“
“Not for me. I know, I can’t do it myself, I have many faults I don’t know, but believe me, I know very well about my need for power, and that it does me no good... he is so powerful, even if I tried... I would burn out before I got anything done. But with you there, and if Harry is willing-“
“-which we can already presume he will be, since he wants you to have your son back as well-“
“- it can be done. And then it will be me, who will decide what the name of Malfoy will stand for again.” Draco says, tone hard.
“Do you really need to do more research?” Theo sits back down again.
“Not on either of those two things. But I would appreciate some books on magical readers and on the ability itself. The Malfoy library sources are rather limited in that regard.”
“I shall bring you some this evening. You need to talk to Harry.”
Theo opens a drawer of his desk and takes out parchment, starts to write on it.
“This evening then, maybe we can raid some of the fine malt my family has been saving for ages,” Draco says on the way to the door.
“Draco,” Theo calls after him.”You will need this for the log,” and with that he throws Draco a big magical infused pine cone. “May your blood run true, your house hold strong, and your will never vary old friend.”
They share one last long look, before both their lips widen to grins. And with a nod Draco leaves through the door, which at some point during their talk has reappeared.