[Fic:] Being late {25 days of HD}
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smirkingcatTitle: Being late
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Prompt: picture of shopping street with many fair lights and a wet pavement that looks like a mirror
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 nearly missed his son's solo.
Author's Notes: actually i have a lot more written here... but it turned into a fighting scene and full of drama that cannot be solved immediately so i cut it here
Being late
Of all the days he has to stay back and clean up the mess of someone else, today truly came as a huge inconvenience. Draco walked in a fast stride up the street towards the small church. He only had eyes for the people he had to sidestep before him, and his watch. He missed the fairy light decorations or the pretty mirroring effect on the wet pavement.
He was running late and it was not at fault. Not that it would make any difference if he didn't hurry up or move faster.
As he finally reached the church he searched for the small side entry to sneak his way inside without drawing too much attention to his lateness.
He sighed as he could already hear the singing of the children's quire. He was so incredible late he could only hope he didn't miss the solo.
To his luck he was born into a distinguished family and therefore he had no trouble to locate his parents, and the open seat they kept for him.
"Did I miss it?" he asked his mother, as he sat down next to here.
"Not yet, but you are awfully late," his mother said concerned.
"Something at work. It is not important, as long as I didn't miss it", Draco whispered back.
It was at that moment, that his son stepped in front of the quire and started to sing.
Draco knew he was growing in pride for his son. He was such a good kid, and he loved him to pieces, even if it hurt to look at him. If one knew his other father his son was nearly a copy of him: the same statue, just healthier compared to the teenage image, the same unruly hair, just that it was blond, and piercing green eyes, even if they were a tad lighter, and looked with more excitement in the world.
Leo looked like Potter, no matter how much of himself Draco saw in his son. And it was a testimony to his parents love that they never asked any questions.
As Leo finished the final note, he seemed to look around for a moment, before he – inappropriately but to his parents and his delight - waved at them.
"He is so much like you, always so over-excited over the simplest things," his mother whispered.
Draco just grinned at her, glad he made it.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 400
Rating: PG
Prompt: picture of shopping street with many fair lights and a wet pavement that looks like a mirror
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 nearly missed his son's solo.
Author's Notes: actually i have a lot more written here... but it turned into a fighting scene and full of drama that cannot be solved immediately so i cut it here
Being late
Of all the days he has to stay back and clean up the mess of someone else, today truly came as a huge inconvenience. Draco walked in a fast stride up the street towards the small church. He only had eyes for the people he had to sidestep before him, and his watch. He missed the fairy light decorations or the pretty mirroring effect on the wet pavement.
He was running late and it was not at fault. Not that it would make any difference if he didn't hurry up or move faster.
As he finally reached the church he searched for the small side entry to sneak his way inside without drawing too much attention to his lateness.
He sighed as he could already hear the singing of the children's quire. He was so incredible late he could only hope he didn't miss the solo.
To his luck he was born into a distinguished family and therefore he had no trouble to locate his parents, and the open seat they kept for him.
"Did I miss it?" he asked his mother, as he sat down next to here.
"Not yet, but you are awfully late," his mother said concerned.
"Something at work. It is not important, as long as I didn't miss it", Draco whispered back.
It was at that moment, that his son stepped in front of the quire and started to sing.
Draco knew he was growing in pride for his son. He was such a good kid, and he loved him to pieces, even if it hurt to look at him. If one knew his other father his son was nearly a copy of him: the same statue, just healthier compared to the teenage image, the same unruly hair, just that it was blond, and piercing green eyes, even if they were a tad lighter, and looked with more excitement in the world.
Leo looked like Potter, no matter how much of himself Draco saw in his son. And it was a testimony to his parents love that they never asked any questions.
As Leo finished the final note, he seemed to look around for a moment, before he – inappropriately but to his parents and his delight - waved at them.
"He is so much like you, always so over-excited over the simplest things," his mother whispered.
Draco just grinned at her, glad he made it.
