25 Days- Chapter 15
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Title: Chapter 15
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 708
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 15: 
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 15
He watches the greetings from the window. And everybody seems to be so excited just to see Potter. It's sickening. Even worse is seeing Potter's excitement about them being there. Granted, in their endless wisdom they decided to cut Potter off, but couldn't they have at least written to him?
He doesn't want to be the killjoy of the party, but he can already see the sparks floating off of Potter.
If only he had been taught by somebody who was a real reader. Mereille and some of the books he has found who mentions readers at all have mentioned that readers do not have to be just passive, do not need to just look they can use the what they see and influence it.
He has experimented with that sort of thing, but never on somebody living. Though on the other hand it is still wild magic, that does what it wants as long as there is nobody who controls it. And Potter obviously isn't controlling it.
Moving as quietly as possible, he makes his way along the wall, staying hidden until he is just behind Potter.
He takes a moment to concentrate. He has to clearly distinguish between Potter's magic and the wild magic in him. He has no knowledge what could all go wrong if he messes with a powerful magical core while wild magic inhibits the same person. He is certain it can't be anything good.
If he manages to do this right, Potter owes him big time!
And if not, this will be a very short meeting. It's not his fault that Potter simply has no self-control.
He focuses on Potter, watches the colourful swirls moving around, sees the patch of magic that is already pushing against the frail control. If he can force it back, strengthen the control that is already so close to breaking.
He just has no idea how Potter will react to his magic. In theory he will not invade Potter but since he has no idea what he is doing it might not go so smoothly.
He allows himself to roll his eyes at his own thoughts, this would go much quicker, when he stops over thinking it and simply tries it.
He has his wand in his hand, hidden beneath the sleeve and makes a tiny motion. He was in control and in focus, and that magic would stay where it was.
Potter stiffens when his magic was touching the other man, but Potter doesn't react in any other way, so he continues to do what he is doing. Like a second skin his magic settles over Potter. He has to watch it, he can see how his magic is drawn in by the wild magic, but also that his magic is holding and not just feeling.
Every spell has a motion, an intend. He intends to give Potter time, because clearly Potter needs the company. Now he has to make this intend solid in the magic, and he has no clue how.
Doubt rises in him, if this goes wrong now- the consequences will be devastating.
A sudden pull is going through his core until it ends. And he sees Potter's magic aligning with his, to contain the wild magic in his body.
The glow was stunning. He has never seen anything like this.
"Draco, what are you doing over there, come and eat with us," Luna suddenly is right in front of him.
He wants to protest, say that he isn't here to enjoy an evening in jolly-good company, just here to keep everybody as save as he could. Apparently he has been searching for words too long, because he is dragged by Luna to a seat.
He sits, because what else is he supposed to do.
He stares at the Christmas pudding right in front of him. The elves really have gone out of their way to make this as Christmas-y as they could.
"Thank you."
He turns to the left to see Potter right next to him.
"Whatever you did, it helps, because I am excited and I wouldn't be able to hold it all in."
"You are lucky it worked, because I have no clue what I am doing," he whispered back.
Title: Chapter 15
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 708
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 15: 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 15
He watches the greetings from the window. And everybody seems to be so excited just to see Potter. It's sickening. Even worse is seeing Potter's excitement about them being there. Granted, in their endless wisdom they decided to cut Potter off, but couldn't they have at least written to him?
He doesn't want to be the killjoy of the party, but he can already see the sparks floating off of Potter.
If only he had been taught by somebody who was a real reader. Mereille and some of the books he has found who mentions readers at all have mentioned that readers do not have to be just passive, do not need to just look they can use the what they see and influence it.
He has experimented with that sort of thing, but never on somebody living. Though on the other hand it is still wild magic, that does what it wants as long as there is nobody who controls it. And Potter obviously isn't controlling it.
Moving as quietly as possible, he makes his way along the wall, staying hidden until he is just behind Potter.
He takes a moment to concentrate. He has to clearly distinguish between Potter's magic and the wild magic in him. He has no knowledge what could all go wrong if he messes with a powerful magical core while wild magic inhibits the same person. He is certain it can't be anything good.
If he manages to do this right, Potter owes him big time!
And if not, this will be a very short meeting. It's not his fault that Potter simply has no self-control.
He focuses on Potter, watches the colourful swirls moving around, sees the patch of magic that is already pushing against the frail control. If he can force it back, strengthen the control that is already so close to breaking.
He just has no idea how Potter will react to his magic. In theory he will not invade Potter but since he has no idea what he is doing it might not go so smoothly.
He allows himself to roll his eyes at his own thoughts, this would go much quicker, when he stops over thinking it and simply tries it.
He has his wand in his hand, hidden beneath the sleeve and makes a tiny motion. He was in control and in focus, and that magic would stay where it was.
Potter stiffens when his magic was touching the other man, but Potter doesn't react in any other way, so he continues to do what he is doing. Like a second skin his magic settles over Potter. He has to watch it, he can see how his magic is drawn in by the wild magic, but also that his magic is holding and not just feeling.
Every spell has a motion, an intend. He intends to give Potter time, because clearly Potter needs the company. Now he has to make this intend solid in the magic, and he has no clue how.
Doubt rises in him, if this goes wrong now- the consequences will be devastating.
A sudden pull is going through his core until it ends. And he sees Potter's magic aligning with his, to contain the wild magic in his body.
The glow was stunning. He has never seen anything like this.
"Draco, what are you doing over there, come and eat with us," Luna suddenly is right in front of him.
He wants to protest, say that he isn't here to enjoy an evening in jolly-good company, just here to keep everybody as save as he could. Apparently he has been searching for words too long, because he is dragged by Luna to a seat.
He sits, because what else is he supposed to do.
He stares at the Christmas pudding right in front of him. The elves really have gone out of their way to make this as Christmas-y as they could.
"Thank you."
He turns to the left to see Potter right next to him.
"Whatever you did, it helps, because I am excited and I wouldn't be able to hold it all in."
"You are lucky it worked, because I have no clue what I am doing," he whispered back.
