25 Days- Chapter 13
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 13
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 572
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 13: 
Warning: alternating pov,
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:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: @dw | @lj
Chapter 13
He allows himself to relax slowly as Potter gets more and more engrossed in his surroundings. He has no idea why Potter has to name the Dark Lord, or why the git wants to talk politics with him. It was obvious that they would not agree on anything.
Following Potter and watching that nothing is going to happen is what he decided to do. They do not need to talk. Probably it is best that they do not talk, considering his temper and the fact that Potter was a walking magical catastrophe waiting to happen.
On the other hand it annoys him a little that Potter is taking even this much better than he had when he first went out after his stay in the asylum. He had been so afraid, had not trusted himself or those around him. He remembers how Finkenstein had just tossed him back into what he had called "the real life". He had been promised so much but all Finkenstein really did was biding his time for Lucius to show up. He sometimes still wonders if anything that Finkenstein had told him is true or not.
"Come on Malfoy, they are selling roasted nuts over there," Potter suddenly exclaims and pulling him out of his thoughts.
He realises they have walked through the small Christmas marked that has been put up for quite some time already. The air around them is heavy with the scent of mulled wine, the roasted nuts and the oil from other stands, but something is still distracting him. And then he notices the tiny sparks of magic starting to flow out of Potter.
"Potter, keep calm." He states and pulls the walking nuisance back to him. "When you get excited your magic gets excited and that is what we do not want at the moment. This is an exercise of control," he hissed when Potter was in earshot.
"Yes, yes alright. Sorry. It's just I haven't been out in ages, mingling and seeing people. The world is such a big place... sometimes I forget that. More often that I want to let it happen." Potter says and stares at him in such an intense way that he doesn't know what he is seeing.
"What? Is there something in my face?" he asks just to make sure.
"Why are you here? Why now? Where have-"
"Stop. I will not answer your questions and besides this is not about me, this is about you and the stupid act of filling yourself up with wild magic." He had moved his hand in a stopping motion and took a step back. "Now let's get you these nuts and bring you home. For the first time this outing has been going on long enough," he decided.
It isn't only Potters control that is being tested. And he himself doesn't do well in crowds so far, so really they should not push it too far.
"You will like them too. I remember your sweet tooth, and it's bigger than mine," Potter tried to joke in a rather harmless way for them.
"You are still the only one here who likes treacle tart so your argument is invalid," he shot back without really thinking.
"I will think about a comeback later, for now I want nuts, the roasted ones, still warm, if you please."
Potter replies and drags him off to the stall he has his eyes set upon.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 572
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 13: 
Warning: alternating pov,
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:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: @dw | @lj
Chapter 13
He allows himself to relax slowly as Potter gets more and more engrossed in his surroundings. He has no idea why Potter has to name the Dark Lord, or why the git wants to talk politics with him. It was obvious that they would not agree on anything.
Following Potter and watching that nothing is going to happen is what he decided to do. They do not need to talk. Probably it is best that they do not talk, considering his temper and the fact that Potter was a walking magical catastrophe waiting to happen.
On the other hand it annoys him a little that Potter is taking even this much better than he had when he first went out after his stay in the asylum. He had been so afraid, had not trusted himself or those around him. He remembers how Finkenstein had just tossed him back into what he had called "the real life". He had been promised so much but all Finkenstein really did was biding his time for Lucius to show up. He sometimes still wonders if anything that Finkenstein had told him is true or not.
"Come on Malfoy, they are selling roasted nuts over there," Potter suddenly exclaims and pulling him out of his thoughts.
He realises they have walked through the small Christmas marked that has been put up for quite some time already. The air around them is heavy with the scent of mulled wine, the roasted nuts and the oil from other stands, but something is still distracting him. And then he notices the tiny sparks of magic starting to flow out of Potter.
"Potter, keep calm." He states and pulls the walking nuisance back to him. "When you get excited your magic gets excited and that is what we do not want at the moment. This is an exercise of control," he hissed when Potter was in earshot.
"Yes, yes alright. Sorry. It's just I haven't been out in ages, mingling and seeing people. The world is such a big place... sometimes I forget that. More often that I want to let it happen." Potter says and stares at him in such an intense way that he doesn't know what he is seeing.
"What? Is there something in my face?" he asks just to make sure.
"Why are you here? Why now? Where have-"
"Stop. I will not answer your questions and besides this is not about me, this is about you and the stupid act of filling yourself up with wild magic." He had moved his hand in a stopping motion and took a step back. "Now let's get you these nuts and bring you home. For the first time this outing has been going on long enough," he decided.
It isn't only Potters control that is being tested. And he himself doesn't do well in crowds so far, so really they should not push it too far.
"You will like them too. I remember your sweet tooth, and it's bigger than mine," Potter tried to joke in a rather harmless way for them.
"You are still the only one here who likes treacle tart so your argument is invalid," he shot back without really thinking.
"I will think about a comeback later, for now I want nuts, the roasted ones, still warm, if you please."
Potter replies and drags him off to the stall he has his eyes set upon.
