25 Days - Day 21
Dec. 21st, 2018 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title:
Author:
smirkingcat
Word Count: 742
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: i truly loathate shopping- and especially in the christmas season, everybody is just INSANE!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
“I had to take care of some business, and I made sure that you had company and did not spent the day all alone, so I really do not understand what you are complaining about.” Draco leans back and empties the offered whisky.
“What I am complaining about?” Harry huffs. “I was settling down for a nice lazy afternoon, maybe some light reading, you know an easy day. And then Luna walks through the door and I had to spend the next hours kneeling on the floor looking at a damn candle and concentrating on the flame.”
“And?” Draco asks because he still doesn’t understand what Harry is complaining about.
“And? That is your reaction ‘and’?”
“I assume you do not want to talk about what you found out?” That he found something out is obvious to Draco. But since he can’t be certain what it is, or if Harry even want’s tot talk to him about it, he has to ask in the most neutral way he is capable of.
“Well… I’m not certain. Mostly I was bored, and the flame was just there. I never learned that mediating thing… I am not patient enough. But sometimes- I can’t really explain it, there was the urge to demolish the candle, to blow it out but also to make the fire grow to destroy it all. It felt like I was listening to a discussion about what to do next, and it was really hard making it clear that nothing should happen next- does this make sense to you?” Harry asks a little desperate.
“It makes sense,” Draco nods, but doesn’t continue to say anything else. He puts the empty glass back down on the table, before he tries to take a look at Harry again.
Here at Nott- Manor he is not that comfortable with the magic going on all around, and it takes him quite a few long moments before the image settles before his eyes. It’s such an incredible sight, seeing the different shades move but he can also understand why Harry said it felt like a discussion. The truth must be far more horrible and painful for Harry.
“Do you remember what you said to me some weeks ago?” Draco changes the topic. He has come here to get the ball rolling, and to get things in order. For that to become true he will need Harry’s help.
“About me wanting to be more than just frie-“
“No, I mean about my son and that I should not just let my parents-“
“Yes, I do remember. Why?”
Draco takes a deep breath. If Harry says no, he still might try for his revenge, but the success would be more a stroke of luck than anything else.
“There is a ritual- there is a ritual and a spell… if done right I would get my revenge towards my father.” Draco starts to explain, not knowing where he was going with it all.
“Good. You deserve to break even with your father,” Harry replies, puzzlement clearly in his voice.
Draco tries to hide a small smile. He might never know why or how, but it was easy enough to see that Harry would forever be the one person to hate Lucius Malfoy even more than him.
“I can’t do it alone. I would need he-“
“I’ll help. No matter what, anything you need.” Harry jumps out of his seat, storming over to Draco.
“Would you let me finish? This is not so easy, you know? And you should not offer something like that to me right now… or ever. Do you have any idea what ppl would do to hear you say that?”
“I don’t care, Draco. I know you would not use me that way. I know you do not trust yourself around me. But I trust you. I trust you not to harm me or my friends, and not to do anything that will make me do something bad. And this is basically my idea, so I have to help you. And I want to meet your son… and maybe even see him grow up, you know.”
“Harry.” Draco is simply overwhelmed. He isn’t sure what this all means, and if it even means anything.
With his heart beating wildly in his chest, he barely audible whispers: “I’d like that too.”
And when he glances over at Harry his eyes are sparkling brighter then the strung fairy lights.
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Word Count: 742
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: i truly loathate shopping- and especially in the christmas season, everybody is just INSANE!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
“I had to take care of some business, and I made sure that you had company and did not spent the day all alone, so I really do not understand what you are complaining about.” Draco leans back and empties the offered whisky.
“What I am complaining about?” Harry huffs. “I was settling down for a nice lazy afternoon, maybe some light reading, you know an easy day. And then Luna walks through the door and I had to spend the next hours kneeling on the floor looking at a damn candle and concentrating on the flame.”
“And?” Draco asks because he still doesn’t understand what Harry is complaining about.
“And? That is your reaction ‘and’?”
“I assume you do not want to talk about what you found out?” That he found something out is obvious to Draco. But since he can’t be certain what it is, or if Harry even want’s tot talk to him about it, he has to ask in the most neutral way he is capable of.
“Well… I’m not certain. Mostly I was bored, and the flame was just there. I never learned that mediating thing… I am not patient enough. But sometimes- I can’t really explain it, there was the urge to demolish the candle, to blow it out but also to make the fire grow to destroy it all. It felt like I was listening to a discussion about what to do next, and it was really hard making it clear that nothing should happen next- does this make sense to you?” Harry asks a little desperate.
“It makes sense,” Draco nods, but doesn’t continue to say anything else. He puts the empty glass back down on the table, before he tries to take a look at Harry again.
Here at Nott- Manor he is not that comfortable with the magic going on all around, and it takes him quite a few long moments before the image settles before his eyes. It’s such an incredible sight, seeing the different shades move but he can also understand why Harry said it felt like a discussion. The truth must be far more horrible and painful for Harry.
“Do you remember what you said to me some weeks ago?” Draco changes the topic. He has come here to get the ball rolling, and to get things in order. For that to become true he will need Harry’s help.
“About me wanting to be more than just frie-“
“No, I mean about my son and that I should not just let my parents-“
“Yes, I do remember. Why?”
Draco takes a deep breath. If Harry says no, he still might try for his revenge, but the success would be more a stroke of luck than anything else.
“There is a ritual- there is a ritual and a spell… if done right I would get my revenge towards my father.” Draco starts to explain, not knowing where he was going with it all.
“Good. You deserve to break even with your father,” Harry replies, puzzlement clearly in his voice.
Draco tries to hide a small smile. He might never know why or how, but it was easy enough to see that Harry would forever be the one person to hate Lucius Malfoy even more than him.
“I can’t do it alone. I would need he-“
“I’ll help. No matter what, anything you need.” Harry jumps out of his seat, storming over to Draco.
“Would you let me finish? This is not so easy, you know? And you should not offer something like that to me right now… or ever. Do you have any idea what ppl would do to hear you say that?”
“I don’t care, Draco. I know you would not use me that way. I know you do not trust yourself around me. But I trust you. I trust you not to harm me or my friends, and not to do anything that will make me do something bad. And this is basically my idea, so I have to help you. And I want to meet your son… and maybe even see him grow up, you know.”
“Harry.” Draco is simply overwhelmed. He isn’t sure what this all means, and if it even means anything.
With his heart beating wildly in his chest, he barely audible whispers: “I’d like that too.”
And when he glances over at Harry his eyes are sparkling brighter then the strung fairy lights.