25 Days- Chapter 20
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 20
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 905
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 20:
Warning: hints to past rather very dubious consent!!!; 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 20
It was weird hearing Malfoy talk about himself and what must have happened to him. It got him angry for various reasons.
"You really would have been better off with me," he whispered while he was cracking nuts. He had to do something with his fingers, work through his anger because otherwise they would get to know what the wild magic was able to do really quick.
"What are you saying?" Malfoy asked.
"Nothing, just that you haven't told me the whole story. So what are you trying to hide?"
He turned around and chewing on his freshly cracked nuts.
"Potter, it might not be an understandable concept to you, but I do not go around and share all my mistakes with strangers."
He raised an eyebrow: "I'm not a stranger. You know me since we are eleven-"
"-know does not imply like-"
"-and we even saved each other's lives. Furthermore we always knew about each other's worst. So why are you trying to hide now?"
"Potter, I have no idea what you are saying, and what kind of strange notion you are having about our relationship. So let me tell you how I see it: you hated me since the first time I tried to be your friend. You always needed to win against me, and as you are certainly blessed by luck itself you always did. And usually you top it off with really rubbing it in, one way or another. To tell you the truth I have no idea what you meant by the conversations we had during the trials. I just wanted to go back and forget about what I have seen, what I have done. I am not hero, I don't want to be a hero, and I certainly cannot be on some sort of pedestal for you."
Malfoy had sunken deep into his chair, his head against the backrest, his eyes closed. He looked so much like a defeated and haunted man, that he just couldn't believe that this was his proud rival, who made him strive to do his absolute best.
"What was your wife like?" He asked, because he wanted to know. And if he got Malfoy to talk maybe he would tell him all the rest on his own.
"She was a pure-blood witch with a pedigree going back twenty generations. Comically the last Malfoy born in France married her ancestor too. She was nice, well behaved, had good manners, fluent in five languages and very quick with charms, even the complicated ones. She was in the top three of her year at Bauxbuton. She also had decent looks, natural blonde, my father was delighted."
He stared at Malfoy. "Honestly, I believe horses get a nicer characterisation when they are sold then what you just said. Didn't you like her?"
"I can barely remember her. I was under Impirus for the most time of our acquaintance. When my son was born, and the curse lifted we were strangers all over again. I believe she did not enjoy to spent time with me after that. I am not a kind, loving man. And it is even worse with my son. He is the living proof that my father always gets his way, and looking at him... I told you Potter, my father is not to be denied. Me not being into women was not going to stop him."
"Miserable sot, that is what you are."
He wanted to sound light-hearted and amused, but the truth still was, that he felt troubled and sad. And at the moment he worked hard not to let his control slip.
"When I returned to Hogwarts to repeat my final year, since I hadn't been there at all, I was off. But it was not only me it was the castle, the staff the students. It was all just wrong. And you not being there... I hoped you would come, but then the snow started to fall. When we met while you waited for your trial... it was the only time things were calm for me. Outside of your cell my life had become such a mess. I don't even know what all happened during that time. But talking to you, you made so much sense, and you were hopeful, you had plans for the future. It was just a relief listening to you going on about your own life, while I didn't need to think about my own life. And then school started and-"
"-and I wasn't there. You thought I gave up on all my dreams? In a way I did. Where I was taken there was no possibility to do what I wanted. And then I started to see things. Being a reader is not a easy thing to do, if you have nobody to each you. The last reader was taken by the Department of Mysteries before we were born. There are none left in this mighty country. In the end, Potter, you and me simply were fucked over in so many ways, it's pointless to try and fix it."
The slap was as surprising to him, as it must have been to Malfoy.
"How can you say that? How can you just give in like that? Are you alright with your own son being treated as your brother? Taking your place as the heir to the Malfoy name?"
Malfoy looked at him. Then he started to laugh.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 905
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 20:
Warning: hints to past rather very dubious consent!!!; 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 20
It was weird hearing Malfoy talk about himself and what must have happened to him. It got him angry for various reasons.
"You really would have been better off with me," he whispered while he was cracking nuts. He had to do something with his fingers, work through his anger because otherwise they would get to know what the wild magic was able to do really quick.
"What are you saying?" Malfoy asked.
"Nothing, just that you haven't told me the whole story. So what are you trying to hide?"
He turned around and chewing on his freshly cracked nuts.
"Potter, it might not be an understandable concept to you, but I do not go around and share all my mistakes with strangers."
He raised an eyebrow: "I'm not a stranger. You know me since we are eleven-"
"-know does not imply like-"
"-and we even saved each other's lives. Furthermore we always knew about each other's worst. So why are you trying to hide now?"
"Potter, I have no idea what you are saying, and what kind of strange notion you are having about our relationship. So let me tell you how I see it: you hated me since the first time I tried to be your friend. You always needed to win against me, and as you are certainly blessed by luck itself you always did. And usually you top it off with really rubbing it in, one way or another. To tell you the truth I have no idea what you meant by the conversations we had during the trials. I just wanted to go back and forget about what I have seen, what I have done. I am not hero, I don't want to be a hero, and I certainly cannot be on some sort of pedestal for you."
Malfoy had sunken deep into his chair, his head against the backrest, his eyes closed. He looked so much like a defeated and haunted man, that he just couldn't believe that this was his proud rival, who made him strive to do his absolute best.
"What was your wife like?" He asked, because he wanted to know. And if he got Malfoy to talk maybe he would tell him all the rest on his own.
"She was a pure-blood witch with a pedigree going back twenty generations. Comically the last Malfoy born in France married her ancestor too. She was nice, well behaved, had good manners, fluent in five languages and very quick with charms, even the complicated ones. She was in the top three of her year at Bauxbuton. She also had decent looks, natural blonde, my father was delighted."
He stared at Malfoy. "Honestly, I believe horses get a nicer characterisation when they are sold then what you just said. Didn't you like her?"
"I can barely remember her. I was under Impirus for the most time of our acquaintance. When my son was born, and the curse lifted we were strangers all over again. I believe she did not enjoy to spent time with me after that. I am not a kind, loving man. And it is even worse with my son. He is the living proof that my father always gets his way, and looking at him... I told you Potter, my father is not to be denied. Me not being into women was not going to stop him."
"Miserable sot, that is what you are."
He wanted to sound light-hearted and amused, but the truth still was, that he felt troubled and sad. And at the moment he worked hard not to let his control slip.
"When I returned to Hogwarts to repeat my final year, since I hadn't been there at all, I was off. But it was not only me it was the castle, the staff the students. It was all just wrong. And you not being there... I hoped you would come, but then the snow started to fall. When we met while you waited for your trial... it was the only time things were calm for me. Outside of your cell my life had become such a mess. I don't even know what all happened during that time. But talking to you, you made so much sense, and you were hopeful, you had plans for the future. It was just a relief listening to you going on about your own life, while I didn't need to think about my own life. And then school started and-"
"-and I wasn't there. You thought I gave up on all my dreams? In a way I did. Where I was taken there was no possibility to do what I wanted. And then I started to see things. Being a reader is not a easy thing to do, if you have nobody to each you. The last reader was taken by the Department of Mysteries before we were born. There are none left in this mighty country. In the end, Potter, you and me simply were fucked over in so many ways, it's pointless to try and fix it."
The slap was as surprising to him, as it must have been to Malfoy.
"How can you say that? How can you just give in like that? Are you alright with your own son being treated as your brother? Taking your place as the heir to the Malfoy name?"
Malfoy looked at him. Then he started to laugh.
