25 Days - Day 22
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smirkingcatTitle:
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 984
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: it is so very late, but i slept so much today, because cat made me, and in a way it was nice and relaxing as well... but gosh i will never drink sage tea again!!!
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
Harry walked silently next to Theo through the with fairy light decorated city.
He still can’t believe that yesterday Draco, Theo and him had spent all day together planning on what would be done today.
Draco… seeing Draco acting more like the way he remembered and less like only a shadow of himself- Harry had been falling before but now he was lost in the feelings he had for Draco. Old and new. And he wanted. Oh how he wanted. That lean body, those fantastic lips, the sharp eyes, ablaze with intention. But he had to wait. And somehow it felt right this way. He knew without a doubt that he would have Draco. He was too stubborn to let him go anyway. But that was not all of it. Ever since Draco had told him about his plans for revange, and they spent the night discussing what Draco needed, and then what they would do, Draco had changed his attitude towards him. Like yesterday, he would sit closer, would touch Harry in innocent ways, and sometimes not so innocent at all. And then the way he would look at Harry, letting his gaze wander ever so slowly over Harry’s body as if Harry was a gift just for him. Harry wanted to be a gift just for him, they both knew it.
“If you break his heart I will find a way to make life most unpleasent for you,” Theo suddenly said, before openingen the small door into the strange shop for Harry.
“I do not intend to break his heart, and weren’t you worried about him musing me? And now you go a long with all of this? I mean theoretically, if he wanted, he could snatch up all the magic himself without completing the ritual. At least that is the implication of the chant, my magic to the family heir, to right a great wrong-”
“He won’t. He wouldn’t. For three simple reasons. Doing so might possible kill you, and that is not what he wants to happen, even more it could possible kill him, as he wouldn’t be able to handle that much foreign magic, and in a way he cares for his child, even if he does yet need to actually show it towards his son”, Theo stated sharply.
“Wait… all that talk about you warning me of him. Was that your way of telling me that Draco cares?” Harry suddenly felt hit by that strange realisation.
Theo stared back at him, raising one eyebrow slowly before he turned and pointed with his chin: “Look, these are the candles we need. Twelve veela-blood infused candles, drawn at the first hour of the summer solstice.”
Harry rolled his eyes, not only at Theo and his bad attempt at shifting the topic, but also at himself for taking so long to realise what Theo really wanted to tell. Some friendships where a lot more complicated then he would ever understand. But what he did understand was that it would never be easy for anything to come between Draco and Theo, besides themselves.
“Then we should hurry up and buy those. Draco is already waiting. Though I still feel a bit uncomfortable with knowing what is going to happen;” Harry said and started to take down the special candles.
When they finally made it back to Malfoy Manor, fires were already burning in the backyard. And Draco was chanting endlessly, reciting the same lines over and over. The Latin words resonated ominously across the ground. Harry, who still lacked in basic understanding in Latin had been told the translation: “I call upon my blood to bring what is mine. I call upon mine to listen to my blood. I call upon the lines to do what is just.” But hearing the Latin wording was so much more than Harry had ever envisoned.
Theo and Harry stepped up towards Draco from behind. They had talked about this yesterday, but still Harry was surprised with the amount of power he already felt. How much more would Draco need? But then again Draco had told him what sort of spells Lucius had most likely used to ensure he got his will.
Harry took a deep breath, before he stepped close to the edge of the magical circle: “May the magic in me aid the young heir of the family to undo the injustice. I also offer my loyalty to the young heir to help him when he is in need of guidance and a friend to confine in,” Harry stopped for a moment, closing his eyes. Theo and Draco had told him what to say, but to him, this didn’t feel like enough so he added in the most confident way. “I give my love, to the young heir, for a future without fear and with me as a partner to trust in.”
Before he stepped in the ritual circle he had caught Theodore’s sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t care. This was how he felt, and if it would aid Draco, he would offer it.
“I offer the knowledge to the young heir, to be of assistnece, when he believes everything is lost. I give my loyalty to the young heir to be there whenever there might be a need for a trusted friend. I grant myself as the keeper of this ritual, to fulfil the need of the young heir,” Theo said before he too entered the circle.
A magical shield sprang to live from the drawn circle, and with a swish from Draco’s wand the candles placed themselves in regular intervals right around the circle.
Then the world seemed to stop for Harry and all he heard was Draco talking, and all he felt was magic in him stirring, trying to understand what was asked from it to do, and wanting, needing, desiring to fulfil the wish, to do ask asked.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 984
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: it is so very late, but i slept so much today, because cat made me, and in a way it was nice and relaxing as well... but gosh i will never drink sage tea again!!!
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
Harry walked silently next to Theo through the with fairy light decorated city.
He still can’t believe that yesterday Draco, Theo and him had spent all day together planning on what would be done today.
Draco… seeing Draco acting more like the way he remembered and less like only a shadow of himself- Harry had been falling before but now he was lost in the feelings he had for Draco. Old and new. And he wanted. Oh how he wanted. That lean body, those fantastic lips, the sharp eyes, ablaze with intention. But he had to wait. And somehow it felt right this way. He knew without a doubt that he would have Draco. He was too stubborn to let him go anyway. But that was not all of it. Ever since Draco had told him about his plans for revange, and they spent the night discussing what Draco needed, and then what they would do, Draco had changed his attitude towards him. Like yesterday, he would sit closer, would touch Harry in innocent ways, and sometimes not so innocent at all. And then the way he would look at Harry, letting his gaze wander ever so slowly over Harry’s body as if Harry was a gift just for him. Harry wanted to be a gift just for him, they both knew it.
“If you break his heart I will find a way to make life most unpleasent for you,” Theo suddenly said, before openingen the small door into the strange shop for Harry.
“I do not intend to break his heart, and weren’t you worried about him musing me? And now you go a long with all of this? I mean theoretically, if he wanted, he could snatch up all the magic himself without completing the ritual. At least that is the implication of the chant, my magic to the family heir, to right a great wrong-”
“He won’t. He wouldn’t. For three simple reasons. Doing so might possible kill you, and that is not what he wants to happen, even more it could possible kill him, as he wouldn’t be able to handle that much foreign magic, and in a way he cares for his child, even if he does yet need to actually show it towards his son”, Theo stated sharply.
“Wait… all that talk about you warning me of him. Was that your way of telling me that Draco cares?” Harry suddenly felt hit by that strange realisation.
Theo stared back at him, raising one eyebrow slowly before he turned and pointed with his chin: “Look, these are the candles we need. Twelve veela-blood infused candles, drawn at the first hour of the summer solstice.”
Harry rolled his eyes, not only at Theo and his bad attempt at shifting the topic, but also at himself for taking so long to realise what Theo really wanted to tell. Some friendships where a lot more complicated then he would ever understand. But what he did understand was that it would never be easy for anything to come between Draco and Theo, besides themselves.
“Then we should hurry up and buy those. Draco is already waiting. Though I still feel a bit uncomfortable with knowing what is going to happen;” Harry said and started to take down the special candles.
When they finally made it back to Malfoy Manor, fires were already burning in the backyard. And Draco was chanting endlessly, reciting the same lines over and over. The Latin words resonated ominously across the ground. Harry, who still lacked in basic understanding in Latin had been told the translation: “I call upon my blood to bring what is mine. I call upon mine to listen to my blood. I call upon the lines to do what is just.” But hearing the Latin wording was so much more than Harry had ever envisoned.
Theo and Harry stepped up towards Draco from behind. They had talked about this yesterday, but still Harry was surprised with the amount of power he already felt. How much more would Draco need? But then again Draco had told him what sort of spells Lucius had most likely used to ensure he got his will.
Harry took a deep breath, before he stepped close to the edge of the magical circle: “May the magic in me aid the young heir of the family to undo the injustice. I also offer my loyalty to the young heir to help him when he is in need of guidance and a friend to confine in,” Harry stopped for a moment, closing his eyes. Theo and Draco had told him what to say, but to him, this didn’t feel like enough so he added in the most confident way. “I give my love, to the young heir, for a future without fear and with me as a partner to trust in.”
Before he stepped in the ritual circle he had caught Theodore’s sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t care. This was how he felt, and if it would aid Draco, he would offer it.
“I offer the knowledge to the young heir, to be of assistnece, when he believes everything is lost. I give my loyalty to the young heir to be there whenever there might be a need for a trusted friend. I grant myself as the keeper of this ritual, to fulfil the need of the young heir,” Theo said before he too entered the circle.
A magical shield sprang to live from the drawn circle, and with a swish from Draco’s wand the candles placed themselves in regular intervals right around the circle.
Then the world seemed to stop for Harry and all he heard was Draco talking, and all he felt was magic in him stirring, trying to understand what was asked from it to do, and wanting, needing, desiring to fulfil the wish, to do ask asked.
