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smirkingcat) wrote2021-12-06 11:41 pm
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[Fic:] Traditions {25 days of HD}
Title: Traditions
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 1.087
Rating: G
Prompt: picture of a piano with a Christmas tree in the back and notes on top
Warning: no beta – and i am not sure it makes sense
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary:Draco sleepwalks, Harry and Lucius have one of their bonding moments, and it all comes down to love in the end anyway.
Author's Notes: its too long you guys... but i cant make it shorter
Traditions
The thing that first woke Harry, was the cold on the other side of the bed. It woke him instantly, a hookup from the time he first got together with Draco. Well, not at first, because Draco refused to stay the night over for over three years.
Draco was a sleepwalker, with really bad habits at that. The fact that he hid it for five years put a strain to their relationship. First because of the secret itself. But secondly, and more importantly, because when Draco finally started to stay over, or allow Harry to stay over, he did not sleep on those nights. So while Harry tried to make their relationship closer, Draco just tried to hide the fact that he wasn't sleeping when they were together.
And then it happened the first time. What woke Harry back then, was the smell of fire. And wasn't that a horrible twist. Draco's magic creates fire while he sleepwalks.
Narcissa told him that the only reason Draco sleeps well at the Manor was because they put strong wards against accidental magic up, and keyed them especially to him.
But after the first time, it was Harry who had trouble to go to sleep, always afraid it would happen again, and he would be too late.
Ten years later things have settled down, usually Harry now can already detect when it will be a bad night. And though the therapy hadn't made things that much better, at least it helped Draco to ask for help, when he can already feel it. And sometimes he does. And Harry cherishes that moments, because he knows how much it costs Draco to acknowledge that he needs help, and cannot depend solely on himself.
Carefully Harry put on his glasses and reached for his wand, before he exited the room. He had to find Draco, just because the wards would keep his magic at bay, didn't mean he wouldn't hurt himself.
For a moment he didn't know which way he should turn, but then he turned towards the great staircase.
Before he could see the staircase, he could hear the soft music coming from the piano in the hall. Harry dared to take a breath of relief: not much can happen when one was playing the piano.
At the bottom of the stairs he found Lucius, staring at his son across the hall.
"Good evening," Harry announced his presence, since he still was not on any form of solid ground with the elder Malfoy, though both of them tried to respect each other somewhat.
"He is awake," Lucius said, in lieu of greeting.
"Thank you... I was worried, he was all tense when yesterday evening, not telling me what was going on," Harry said, and walked up next to the elder man.
Lucius sighed. "I would like to pretend that he tells me everything, but we both know it would be a flimsy self-delusion at best. I know he was summoned to the Ministry regarding the Manor yet again. And I am certain that it cost a lot to keep it our property yet again.
"I shall talk to Kinsley about that, this isn't right," Harry said. "Well, that is if, you don't tell on me."
Harry felt the stare from Lucius' eyes but he kept his gaze fixed on Draco, watching his slender fingers hit each key creating a wonderful song.
"He played that for my wife and me at every Yule Ball we held, after he learned playing the piano. It would be our opening dance," Lucius said after a long, stretched silence.
Harry guessed that meant Lucius approved of his plan to go to Kingsley.
"You should have woken Narcissa, in that case."
At that Lucius snorted quietly. "Careful Mr Potter, you might know how to calm my son out of a tantrum, but waking my wife and dealing with her afterwards is a challenge both of us are ill equipped for."
"I shall remember that," Harry said, grinning broadly. He knew nobody could understand it, but it was fun living with the Malfoys. The weird traditions, the fancy dining sets, the large house, and the small things that he got to witness, that nobody would ever believe of them. And the reassurance that Draco felt save enough to really drop into sleep, and to know that if he needed help, both Narcissa and Lucius would be there, without questions, without doubts at their relationship, simply understanding. Both of them have even told him some stories of how hard it was with Draco as a child that likes to sleepwalk. Harry could not even begin to fathom how worried they both had to be with Draco at a boarding school.
"And with that wisdom shared, and a good deed done, I shall retire as well. Good night," Lucius said and turned around to walk into their wing.
Harry wished Lucius a 'Good night' as well, before he continued to watch Draco a while longer. But as the music became slower, and coming to an end, he walked over to the piano.
"That was lovely," he said, when Draco finally stopped and opened his eyes.
"Harry, what - oh, sorry, I should have woken you... but-"
"-you had too big an urge to play to do so? It's fine, I am just sad I didn't get to hear all of it."
"It's my fathe'rs favourite song, and he and mother would dance it every Yule Ball, before as the opening dance... it was tradition. A tradition lost for so many years now," Draco sighed.
"Maybe next year, we could host a ball, have your parents open it? Would you like that?"
"Harry, you hate balls, the stuffy-ness makes you sick to your stomach, and if you never have too see another ball gown again, it will be too soon - your own words."
"Well, yes. But I do love you, and I care for your family, and even more so, if we host our own ball, there is no reason to go to anybody else's? We can even have sausage fingers as hors d'oeuvre."
Draco turned away from Harry to hide his smile.
"Well, with that settled do you think you can leave the piano behind and come back to bed? It is awfully cold without you there."
"I am just a huge heating unit to you, right? As if you are not a wizard capable of a simple warming charm."
"Warming charms don't smell and feel as nice as you."
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 1.087
Rating: G
Prompt: picture of a piano with a Christmas tree in the back and notes on top
Warning: no beta – and i am not sure it makes sense
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary:Draco sleepwalks, Harry and Lucius have one of their bonding moments, and it all comes down to love in the end anyway.
Author's Notes: its too long you guys... but i cant make it shorter
Traditions
The thing that first woke Harry, was the cold on the other side of the bed. It woke him instantly, a hookup from the time he first got together with Draco. Well, not at first, because Draco refused to stay the night over for over three years.
Draco was a sleepwalker, with really bad habits at that. The fact that he hid it for five years put a strain to their relationship. First because of the secret itself. But secondly, and more importantly, because when Draco finally started to stay over, or allow Harry to stay over, he did not sleep on those nights. So while Harry tried to make their relationship closer, Draco just tried to hide the fact that he wasn't sleeping when they were together.
And then it happened the first time. What woke Harry back then, was the smell of fire. And wasn't that a horrible twist. Draco's magic creates fire while he sleepwalks.
Narcissa told him that the only reason Draco sleeps well at the Manor was because they put strong wards against accidental magic up, and keyed them especially to him.
But after the first time, it was Harry who had trouble to go to sleep, always afraid it would happen again, and he would be too late.
Ten years later things have settled down, usually Harry now can already detect when it will be a bad night. And though the therapy hadn't made things that much better, at least it helped Draco to ask for help, when he can already feel it. And sometimes he does. And Harry cherishes that moments, because he knows how much it costs Draco to acknowledge that he needs help, and cannot depend solely on himself.
Carefully Harry put on his glasses and reached for his wand, before he exited the room. He had to find Draco, just because the wards would keep his magic at bay, didn't mean he wouldn't hurt himself.
For a moment he didn't know which way he should turn, but then he turned towards the great staircase.
Before he could see the staircase, he could hear the soft music coming from the piano in the hall. Harry dared to take a breath of relief: not much can happen when one was playing the piano.
At the bottom of the stairs he found Lucius, staring at his son across the hall.
"Good evening," Harry announced his presence, since he still was not on any form of solid ground with the elder Malfoy, though both of them tried to respect each other somewhat.
"He is awake," Lucius said, in lieu of greeting.
"Thank you... I was worried, he was all tense when yesterday evening, not telling me what was going on," Harry said, and walked up next to the elder man.
Lucius sighed. "I would like to pretend that he tells me everything, but we both know it would be a flimsy self-delusion at best. I know he was summoned to the Ministry regarding the Manor yet again. And I am certain that it cost a lot to keep it our property yet again.
"I shall talk to Kinsley about that, this isn't right," Harry said. "Well, that is if, you don't tell on me."
Harry felt the stare from Lucius' eyes but he kept his gaze fixed on Draco, watching his slender fingers hit each key creating a wonderful song.
"He played that for my wife and me at every Yule Ball we held, after he learned playing the piano. It would be our opening dance," Lucius said after a long, stretched silence.
Harry guessed that meant Lucius approved of his plan to go to Kingsley.
"You should have woken Narcissa, in that case."
At that Lucius snorted quietly. "Careful Mr Potter, you might know how to calm my son out of a tantrum, but waking my wife and dealing with her afterwards is a challenge both of us are ill equipped for."
"I shall remember that," Harry said, grinning broadly. He knew nobody could understand it, but it was fun living with the Malfoys. The weird traditions, the fancy dining sets, the large house, and the small things that he got to witness, that nobody would ever believe of them. And the reassurance that Draco felt save enough to really drop into sleep, and to know that if he needed help, both Narcissa and Lucius would be there, without questions, without doubts at their relationship, simply understanding. Both of them have even told him some stories of how hard it was with Draco as a child that likes to sleepwalk. Harry could not even begin to fathom how worried they both had to be with Draco at a boarding school.
"And with that wisdom shared, and a good deed done, I shall retire as well. Good night," Lucius said and turned around to walk into their wing.
Harry wished Lucius a 'Good night' as well, before he continued to watch Draco a while longer. But as the music became slower, and coming to an end, he walked over to the piano.
"That was lovely," he said, when Draco finally stopped and opened his eyes.
"Harry, what - oh, sorry, I should have woken you... but-"
"-you had too big an urge to play to do so? It's fine, I am just sad I didn't get to hear all of it."
"It's my fathe'rs favourite song, and he and mother would dance it every Yule Ball, before as the opening dance... it was tradition. A tradition lost for so many years now," Draco sighed.
"Maybe next year, we could host a ball, have your parents open it? Would you like that?"
"Harry, you hate balls, the stuffy-ness makes you sick to your stomach, and if you never have too see another ball gown again, it will be too soon - your own words."
"Well, yes. But I do love you, and I care for your family, and even more so, if we host our own ball, there is no reason to go to anybody else's? We can even have sausage fingers as hors d'oeuvre."
Draco turned away from Harry to hide his smile.
"Well, with that settled do you think you can leave the piano behind and come back to bed? It is awfully cold without you there."
"I am just a huge heating unit to you, right? As if you are not a wizard capable of a simple warming charm."
"Warming charms don't smell and feel as nice as you."