25 Days- Chapter 16
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 16
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 1117
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 16: 
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 16
Han couldn't believe how much his friends had changed since he last had seen them: Luna's hair is more curly, Greg seemed rather happy but also calmed down. Ginny had cut her hair! It fit her perfectly. Ron had grown his beard, which suited him too!
He had no idea who had brought Pansy along, but the Patil-twins dragged her away as soon as the greetings were done. Most likely for more shop-talk.
He could feel the excitement stirring something inside of him, but it had been so long since he last had seen all of them. He tried to keep it in but he simply had no chance to. His control was not nearly good enough for such a task.
And then there was the feeling of... it wasn't cold but it was, it was so cold that it felt burning, like a flame of ice engulfing him. It was a shock until he realised it was a flame not only known to him like nothing else, because he watched it grow strong and brighter for years, but also that this flame would never do something unintended. The control he was lacking so much, was given to him freely, so that this moment could go on.
He took it. He wanted to take it and so he took it. It felt right, nearly perfect, even if he could actually feel the wild magic not being quite as satisfied with the situation as he was. He felt it for the first time, and it was an interesting expirience. All this power in him, and he could make it do what he wanted- well, except for the way that it took his wishes and made something strange out of them. Better he wasted no more thoughts on that and instead enjoyed the time with his friends.
He whispered his thanks to Malfoy, because he wanted to let him know that he had noticed it, and was grateful for it, but of course the git had no clue on how to accept a simple 'thank you'.
He just rolled his eyes. Why must everything related to Malfoy end so messy each and every bloody time?
The dinner itself was fun: Ginny told him about all the latest gossip in the quidditch world. She herself was offered the chaser position by Krum himself. And while she doesn't like him that much he was an amazing captain and still the best player around, and she was certain she could learn something from him. But she wasn'T sure if she wanted to go.
"What is keeping you here that you can'T take with you to Bulgaria? And you are aware that you still can visit your family? Also isn't one of your brothers living in Rumania? This would give you a chance to see him more often?"
He wasn't sure who was more surprised by Malfoy's rather reasonable question: Ginny or him.
There was no mockery, no joke, nothing. Just a normal question.
"Well for one: my team. And yes my family, I am not that sure I want to leave. Here are my friends and-"
"You are aware that playing with Krum might give you an edge which would help the Harpies overturn the Falcons and Puddlemore. Or you can stay forever number three. And your friends and family will be here when you need them. It is a good chance. Krum doesn't offer positions that often, he keeps his roaster stable and he takes only in those he believes can make it. It is a great chance," Malfoy explained and Ginny just stared at him. Not that he could read blame her, because he is staring too.
"You know what, Malfoy, you are right. I should go." With that proclamation Ginny turned towards her plate and ate with gusto.
"Since when did you become all nice and wise?" he asked. He had to say something. This would be weird if he didn't.
"It's easy if it's not your life. And really such a chance may never come again, wasting it would be more than just a shame. She would regret it. Therefore she should go," Malfoy shrugged and continued eating.
After the nice dinner they relocated to the living room, and he watched as his friends mingled and talked with each other, but also with him, telling him about their lives.
It took him three glasses of mulled wine to notice that Malfoy wasn't with them. And to be honest he only noticed because the secure feeling of control he had diminished.
"Have you seen Malfoy?" he asked Theo, because if anybody would know it would be be the Unspeakable in the room, right?
"Malfoy? Wasn't he just... what do you need from him?" Theo looked around for a moment before he got up from where he was sitting and left the room also.
He should be worried that he didn't even think about it before he followed Theo as noiselessly as he could.
"Draco, why did you leave?"
He leaned against the wall outside of the small salon. From here he could hear the conversation as if he was right there with them.
"Because I wanted to. Playing the babysitter is all well and nice for a time, but when nothing is happening it gets boring rather quickly."
There it was again that lazy drawl, apparently he even used it against his own friends.
"You could be with us just because-"
"Don't. Today is not a good day, so please just leave- no, you know I did my duty. I shall be the one to leave. If anything happens that can't be resolved with what you normally do, please do not contact me. I am rather tired today..."
Then there was a swushing noise and then Theo came out of the room, heading back towards the living room.
He sighed, not only was his feeling of control slipping, since Malfoy's magic had now completely disappeared but also... something was wrong.
He entered the small salon, expecting to find nothing. He didn't even know that the floo was working here, as the main floo was further to the front of the building.
There was a some mistletoe on the chair Malfoy had been sitting on. And with the way the ribbon looked Malfoy must have held it in his hand, played with it, grabbed it too tightly. Where did he find- he kneeled down to find a long roll of parchment. The handwriting writing on it was loopy and looked somehow friendly but also sad. If only he could read the French, for it must be French from what little he recognised. What was this about? What was written here?
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 1117
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 16: 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 16
Han couldn't believe how much his friends had changed since he last had seen them: Luna's hair is more curly, Greg seemed rather happy but also calmed down. Ginny had cut her hair! It fit her perfectly. Ron had grown his beard, which suited him too!
He had no idea who had brought Pansy along, but the Patil-twins dragged her away as soon as the greetings were done. Most likely for more shop-talk.
He could feel the excitement stirring something inside of him, but it had been so long since he last had seen all of them. He tried to keep it in but he simply had no chance to. His control was not nearly good enough for such a task.
And then there was the feeling of... it wasn't cold but it was, it was so cold that it felt burning, like a flame of ice engulfing him. It was a shock until he realised it was a flame not only known to him like nothing else, because he watched it grow strong and brighter for years, but also that this flame would never do something unintended. The control he was lacking so much, was given to him freely, so that this moment could go on.
He took it. He wanted to take it and so he took it. It felt right, nearly perfect, even if he could actually feel the wild magic not being quite as satisfied with the situation as he was. He felt it for the first time, and it was an interesting expirience. All this power in him, and he could make it do what he wanted- well, except for the way that it took his wishes and made something strange out of them. Better he wasted no more thoughts on that and instead enjoyed the time with his friends.
He whispered his thanks to Malfoy, because he wanted to let him know that he had noticed it, and was grateful for it, but of course the git had no clue on how to accept a simple 'thank you'.
He just rolled his eyes. Why must everything related to Malfoy end so messy each and every bloody time?
The dinner itself was fun: Ginny told him about all the latest gossip in the quidditch world. She herself was offered the chaser position by Krum himself. And while she doesn't like him that much he was an amazing captain and still the best player around, and she was certain she could learn something from him. But she wasn'T sure if she wanted to go.
"What is keeping you here that you can'T take with you to Bulgaria? And you are aware that you still can visit your family? Also isn't one of your brothers living in Rumania? This would give you a chance to see him more often?"
He wasn't sure who was more surprised by Malfoy's rather reasonable question: Ginny or him.
There was no mockery, no joke, nothing. Just a normal question.
"Well for one: my team. And yes my family, I am not that sure I want to leave. Here are my friends and-"
"You are aware that playing with Krum might give you an edge which would help the Harpies overturn the Falcons and Puddlemore. Or you can stay forever number three. And your friends and family will be here when you need them. It is a good chance. Krum doesn't offer positions that often, he keeps his roaster stable and he takes only in those he believes can make it. It is a great chance," Malfoy explained and Ginny just stared at him. Not that he could read blame her, because he is staring too.
"You know what, Malfoy, you are right. I should go." With that proclamation Ginny turned towards her plate and ate with gusto.
"Since when did you become all nice and wise?" he asked. He had to say something. This would be weird if he didn't.
"It's easy if it's not your life. And really such a chance may never come again, wasting it would be more than just a shame. She would regret it. Therefore she should go," Malfoy shrugged and continued eating.
After the nice dinner they relocated to the living room, and he watched as his friends mingled and talked with each other, but also with him, telling him about their lives.
It took him three glasses of mulled wine to notice that Malfoy wasn't with them. And to be honest he only noticed because the secure feeling of control he had diminished.
"Have you seen Malfoy?" he asked Theo, because if anybody would know it would be be the Unspeakable in the room, right?
"Malfoy? Wasn't he just... what do you need from him?" Theo looked around for a moment before he got up from where he was sitting and left the room also.
He should be worried that he didn't even think about it before he followed Theo as noiselessly as he could.
"Draco, why did you leave?"
He leaned against the wall outside of the small salon. From here he could hear the conversation as if he was right there with them.
"Because I wanted to. Playing the babysitter is all well and nice for a time, but when nothing is happening it gets boring rather quickly."
There it was again that lazy drawl, apparently he even used it against his own friends.
"You could be with us just because-"
"Don't. Today is not a good day, so please just leave- no, you know I did my duty. I shall be the one to leave. If anything happens that can't be resolved with what you normally do, please do not contact me. I am rather tired today..."
Then there was a swushing noise and then Theo came out of the room, heading back towards the living room.
He sighed, not only was his feeling of control slipping, since Malfoy's magic had now completely disappeared but also... something was wrong.
He entered the small salon, expecting to find nothing. He didn't even know that the floo was working here, as the main floo was further to the front of the building.
There was a some mistletoe on the chair Malfoy had been sitting on. And with the way the ribbon looked Malfoy must have held it in his hand, played with it, grabbed it too tightly. Where did he find- he kneeled down to find a long roll of parchment. The handwriting writing on it was loopy and looked somehow friendly but also sad. If only he could read the French, for it must be French from what little he recognised. What was this about? What was written here?
