[Fic:] Past me, Future you 4
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smirkingcatTitle: Past me, Future you 4
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smirkingcat
Word Count: 1.131
Rating: PG
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 of the To meet you again series here, and the first part of Past me, Future you here
Past me, Future you 4
My first cup of tea and the first bites of the sweet almond scones are enjoyed in silent comfort. I try to think of a polite way to ask what I wanted to know. but in regards to finesse my mother is my master. Therefore I decided to be forward: "How is father doing?"
Her knowing smile lets me roll my eyes. Really having a mother as sharp as a knife is not always helpful.
"There are good days, bad day and days that fall in between," she answers cryptically and reaches for her cup.
"Don't you think you have done enough? There is simply no help anymore, would it not be better for the both of you if he were to be in the care of professionals?" I ask carefully. Whenever we have this discussion, it doesn't end well. Talking about my father, is not something that is easy for the both of us.
"Interesting that you should say this, given that less than a week ago I said the same thing to Harry."
"You what?" I demand, my cutlery hitting the fine porcelain as I rise form my seat.
"How could you? I mean you just said you knew I would come back, how can you tell my fiancé to leave me. I didn't do it for myself, and it was not amusing or pleasing. Most of the time I felt out of place and not fitting in. Why would you say such a thing to him?"
"Please Draco, stop having a conniption and try using that sharp brain of yours. Really, when it comes to Harry you are still that young boy, wanting him all on your own, and therefore never thinking about him but only your want for him," mother reprimands and with a loaded glance to my chair, makes me sit down again.
"But I know that you now love Harry dearly and truly, and that you would have want the best for him. Draco, Harry was destroying himself taking care of you. I think he lost hope about a year ago on the anniversary of that wedding that never took place. But he carried on, like the good hero he used to be-"
"I hate when he does that, doing what everyone demands, not taking care of himself, and it's so hard to train him out of it," I add with a sigh.
"Then you understand why taking care of your lover, who behaves like a child may not have been good for Harry? Truly I think I might be the only person who told him that it was time for him to let you go, but Draco if your roles had been reversed I would have done the same. There was no hope, and according to young Master Nott-"
"He hates when you call him that, you do realise that, right?" I disrupt making her flash me a warning glance. "Well, it annoys him," I shrug it off.
"Disrupting Draco really? You were raised better than this."
"Not in the last three years, I tell you some of the things I got up to with Harry and Teddy would have grand-maman Malfoy in tears," I smirk not feeling guilty in the slightest.
"Draco, you know that your distracting techniques do not work on me," mother warns me and I nod, but keep my mouth shut.
"Draco you were only promised to be married, to share your lives, to stay through the good and the bad times. You are barely old enough to understand what it would mean to stay together until death undoes that promise. I could not ask of Harry to care for you all his life, since even when you would have grown up again, you would not have been his lover, his friend, his Draco. And when I think about you in that situation I would wish for someone to take that burden away from you. I in that regard am married, and I know your feelings for your father have changed through ages, as they should, when a boy grows into a man. But mine are the same. Not as excitable as I used to be in my youth maybe, but I dearly love my husband, and the good days make it so worth it. Also I had a happy marriage with my husband, I saw my child growing up to become a man in his own right. Of course many would say that living with the Dark Lord would absolute me of my promise to my husband, but back then, while we lived in fear, I still loved him and you. And I will not break my promise now," mother speaks. And I feel awed by the grandness of her emotions, but also by her reasoning.
"What if- what... do you believe we have a chance? I feel like he doesn't want me anymore, like he would wish for me to be gone. You know I always wanted to have such a marriage like yours. Well, in the past I saw it differently to be honest, but through everything you never gave up on each other, and I admire that very much," I whisper, stroking the brim my cup.
"Draco there is only one person on this planet with the answers you seek. And for once you really ought to control your temper and listen."
"It's just I feel so embarrassed, and nobody seems to care that I just lost time in my life, and missed what was supposed to be my honey-moon phase."
I sound like a prat even to my own ears, but that's the point for me. No one seems to care, that I didn't want to behave like a child or be coursed on the job. Do I even still have a job?
"You lost three years yes, but you didn't lose them on your own. Harry lost the same thing, and in its place was something that should never have been. Don't you think that he can understand you better than anybody else?"
Of course my mother has to ask the difficult things first.
"However I bet the both of you are doing your 'everything is fine'-routine and then you come to complain to me at breakfast and most likely I see Harry for tea. Please, you can't always count on me to get the two of you to talk to each other," she adds as a snide remark and it makes me wince.
"Are you throwing me out?" I ask just to make sure.
"After you finished your breakfast and your tea," she simply nods.
Madness. My mother is pure madness.
Not that I would ever dare to say that to her face. Not even now that I was a well versed auror.
Part 5
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 1.131
Rating: PG
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 of the To meet you again series here, and the first part of Past me, Future you here
Past me, Future you 4
My first cup of tea and the first bites of the sweet almond scones are enjoyed in silent comfort. I try to think of a polite way to ask what I wanted to know. but in regards to finesse my mother is my master. Therefore I decided to be forward: "How is father doing?"
Her knowing smile lets me roll my eyes. Really having a mother as sharp as a knife is not always helpful.
"There are good days, bad day and days that fall in between," she answers cryptically and reaches for her cup.
"Don't you think you have done enough? There is simply no help anymore, would it not be better for the both of you if he were to be in the care of professionals?" I ask carefully. Whenever we have this discussion, it doesn't end well. Talking about my father, is not something that is easy for the both of us.
"Interesting that you should say this, given that less than a week ago I said the same thing to Harry."
"You what?" I demand, my cutlery hitting the fine porcelain as I rise form my seat.
"How could you? I mean you just said you knew I would come back, how can you tell my fiancé to leave me. I didn't do it for myself, and it was not amusing or pleasing. Most of the time I felt out of place and not fitting in. Why would you say such a thing to him?"
"Please Draco, stop having a conniption and try using that sharp brain of yours. Really, when it comes to Harry you are still that young boy, wanting him all on your own, and therefore never thinking about him but only your want for him," mother reprimands and with a loaded glance to my chair, makes me sit down again.
"But I know that you now love Harry dearly and truly, and that you would have want the best for him. Draco, Harry was destroying himself taking care of you. I think he lost hope about a year ago on the anniversary of that wedding that never took place. But he carried on, like the good hero he used to be-"
"I hate when he does that, doing what everyone demands, not taking care of himself, and it's so hard to train him out of it," I add with a sigh.
"Then you understand why taking care of your lover, who behaves like a child may not have been good for Harry? Truly I think I might be the only person who told him that it was time for him to let you go, but Draco if your roles had been reversed I would have done the same. There was no hope, and according to young Master Nott-"
"He hates when you call him that, you do realise that, right?" I disrupt making her flash me a warning glance. "Well, it annoys him," I shrug it off.
"Disrupting Draco really? You were raised better than this."
"Not in the last three years, I tell you some of the things I got up to with Harry and Teddy would have grand-maman Malfoy in tears," I smirk not feeling guilty in the slightest.
"Draco, you know that your distracting techniques do not work on me," mother warns me and I nod, but keep my mouth shut.
"Draco you were only promised to be married, to share your lives, to stay through the good and the bad times. You are barely old enough to understand what it would mean to stay together until death undoes that promise. I could not ask of Harry to care for you all his life, since even when you would have grown up again, you would not have been his lover, his friend, his Draco. And when I think about you in that situation I would wish for someone to take that burden away from you. I in that regard am married, and I know your feelings for your father have changed through ages, as they should, when a boy grows into a man. But mine are the same. Not as excitable as I used to be in my youth maybe, but I dearly love my husband, and the good days make it so worth it. Also I had a happy marriage with my husband, I saw my child growing up to become a man in his own right. Of course many would say that living with the Dark Lord would absolute me of my promise to my husband, but back then, while we lived in fear, I still loved him and you. And I will not break my promise now," mother speaks. And I feel awed by the grandness of her emotions, but also by her reasoning.
"What if- what... do you believe we have a chance? I feel like he doesn't want me anymore, like he would wish for me to be gone. You know I always wanted to have such a marriage like yours. Well, in the past I saw it differently to be honest, but through everything you never gave up on each other, and I admire that very much," I whisper, stroking the brim my cup.
"Draco there is only one person on this planet with the answers you seek. And for once you really ought to control your temper and listen."
"It's just I feel so embarrassed, and nobody seems to care that I just lost time in my life, and missed what was supposed to be my honey-moon phase."
I sound like a prat even to my own ears, but that's the point for me. No one seems to care, that I didn't want to behave like a child or be coursed on the job. Do I even still have a job?
"You lost three years yes, but you didn't lose them on your own. Harry lost the same thing, and in its place was something that should never have been. Don't you think that he can understand you better than anybody else?"
Of course my mother has to ask the difficult things first.
"However I bet the both of you are doing your 'everything is fine'-routine and then you come to complain to me at breakfast and most likely I see Harry for tea. Please, you can't always count on me to get the two of you to talk to each other," she adds as a snide remark and it makes me wince.
"Are you throwing me out?" I ask just to make sure.
"After you finished your breakfast and your tea," she simply nods.
Madness. My mother is pure madness.
Not that I would ever dare to say that to her face. Not even now that I was a well versed auror.
Part 5
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Date: 2016-12-30 10:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-31 09:24 pm (UTC)thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2016-12-30 10:51 pm (UTC)Glad your Narcissa is calling him out on his still childish behaviour. *shoos the boys together for their talk*
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Date: 2016-12-31 09:25 pm (UTC)she did it nicely dont you agree?
let's see how the talk will go down!
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Date: 2016-12-31 01:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-31 09:25 pm (UTC)thanks so much for the nice comment
<3
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Date: 2016-12-31 08:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-31 09:44 pm (UTC)thanks so much for such high praise!
i simply like it best when i can go on narcissa and lucius the ever loving couple! i totally see them as a high-school love lasting forever
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Date: 2017-01-01 10:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-01-02 08:48 am (UTC)and narcissa was the right person to say it!