25 Days- Chapter 22
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 22
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 947
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 22
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 22
"Did you ever realise how big the question 'why' is?" he asked instead of answering. Because what was he to say? There were many reasons, and none of them would hold up to Malfoyesque scrutiny, he was certain of that.
"I always figured it depends on circumstance. 'Why are we here?' That for sure is a big question. Even if we just consider the two of us in this room. 'Why did you kill a Dark Lord when you were still in your teens?' That would be a rather loaded question, though presumably far smaller than the first one. 'Why did you, a man who not only thrives at having company but also likes to go outside, let your friends lock you up?' is a rather small question, if you compare it to the first two. So tell me, go on, you will feel better."
Malfoy moved his right foot to nudge him, but what he noticed more than the small touch was the expectant look.
"I will feel better after I hear you telling me how stupid and ridicules my reasons were?" he asked with poorly repressed humour.
"Of course, because you know it will please me to tell you that you are a humongous tit and that it's a miracle that you survived so long considering your stupidity."
The grin that threatened to split Malfoy's lips made him roll his eyes. Though he had to suppress a smile.
"And I of course I live to please you," he replied.
"Well, it is never too late to give your life some meaning. So if it makes you feel better, I shall allow it."
He stared at Malfoy and the gracious way he could say something like that. And then it was his turn to laugh. Because really, the audacity alone to say something like that with a straight face!
"Make you a deal, Malfoy: I answer your questions you answer mine, because there are quite some things I want to know about," he suggested leaning back in his chair.
Malfoy looked at him, before he let out a deep sigh: "One condition: no more questions about my son, as I simply am not able to answer them. And you organise us some brandy or whisky because I doubt we will otherwise make it through this torture you are bestowing on the both of us."
"I'm sure that can be arrang- or we can simply change locations," he stood up as the door came back into existence. "Since you know your way around her, why not pick a nice room for us," he urged Malfoy on.
"You are a such a lucky git. Well, come on then Potter, follow me."
With that Malfoy stood up and led the way. He followed though he left enough distance to admire the elegant sway of Malfoy's hips with his long strides and straight posture. Not many people carried themselves with such sophistication.
He was so occupied with watching Malfoy, that he didn't pay attention where they were going. So when Malfoy opened a very nicely carved oak door he was rather impressed.
The room behind the door was cosy, bigger than the saloon had been, and the decor had a touch of more class to it, if only in his uninformed judgement. Even the Christmas decorations seemed very classy in here, in rich red tones and beautiful shapes.
Malfoy had sat down next to the burning fireplace and was already pouring them two glasses.
"This is a nice room," he said as he sat down on the small sofa next to Malfoy.
"Private saloon Theo's father was a cheapskate whenever he got away with it, and always kept the best for himself. It was such a foreign concept to me. The and I were not allowed to be in here, so we sneaked in whenever we could of course. He even kept the best Christmas cookies here, not that it was any use," Malfoy explained and handed him a glass.
"Well, I believe this is where you owe me an answer"
He was rather relieved for the drink now, and took a sip.
"It's not so much that I let it happen, as it seemed rather necessary. You say it is just a magical thing, a wild magic thing, but that was not how it seemed at the beginning, or even now. I hear whispers, I have black outs, and then I wake up and things are burning or just gone. I once came out of an episode and found Ron bleeding on the ground. He never told me what happened but that was the final straw. At first I stayed in a room at St Mungos, but things got only worse there. And then Theo offered to set me up here. You see, it wasn't so much a decision as it was a consequence," he finally answered.
"You were afraid you would kill someone unintentionally," Malfoy stated.
"Yeah, well since I came this close already I didn't want to risk it." His temper flared and he took a gulp from his brandy.
Malfoy huffed: "It was not intended as an accusation, rather a sentiment of understanding."
"Touchy subject, I bet you have some of those too, I am just too much of a gentleman to ask you about them. Instead I want to know if it is true and you had had a crush on me back in school?"
He was grinning, he just couldn't help it.
Greg didn't get drunk easily, but once he was he would answer whatever you asked him. And over the years he had asked quite his share of questions when the opportunity presented itself.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 947
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 22Warning: 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 22
"Did you ever realise how big the question 'why' is?" he asked instead of answering. Because what was he to say? There were many reasons, and none of them would hold up to Malfoyesque scrutiny, he was certain of that.
"I always figured it depends on circumstance. 'Why are we here?' That for sure is a big question. Even if we just consider the two of us in this room. 'Why did you kill a Dark Lord when you were still in your teens?' That would be a rather loaded question, though presumably far smaller than the first one. 'Why did you, a man who not only thrives at having company but also likes to go outside, let your friends lock you up?' is a rather small question, if you compare it to the first two. So tell me, go on, you will feel better."
Malfoy moved his right foot to nudge him, but what he noticed more than the small touch was the expectant look.
"I will feel better after I hear you telling me how stupid and ridicules my reasons were?" he asked with poorly repressed humour.
"Of course, because you know it will please me to tell you that you are a humongous tit and that it's a miracle that you survived so long considering your stupidity."
The grin that threatened to split Malfoy's lips made him roll his eyes. Though he had to suppress a smile.
"And I of course I live to please you," he replied.
"Well, it is never too late to give your life some meaning. So if it makes you feel better, I shall allow it."
He stared at Malfoy and the gracious way he could say something like that. And then it was his turn to laugh. Because really, the audacity alone to say something like that with a straight face!
"Make you a deal, Malfoy: I answer your questions you answer mine, because there are quite some things I want to know about," he suggested leaning back in his chair.
Malfoy looked at him, before he let out a deep sigh: "One condition: no more questions about my son, as I simply am not able to answer them. And you organise us some brandy or whisky because I doubt we will otherwise make it through this torture you are bestowing on the both of us."
"I'm sure that can be arrang- or we can simply change locations," he stood up as the door came back into existence. "Since you know your way around her, why not pick a nice room for us," he urged Malfoy on.
"You are a such a lucky git. Well, come on then Potter, follow me."
With that Malfoy stood up and led the way. He followed though he left enough distance to admire the elegant sway of Malfoy's hips with his long strides and straight posture. Not many people carried themselves with such sophistication.
He was so occupied with watching Malfoy, that he didn't pay attention where they were going. So when Malfoy opened a very nicely carved oak door he was rather impressed.
The room behind the door was cosy, bigger than the saloon had been, and the decor had a touch of more class to it, if only in his uninformed judgement. Even the Christmas decorations seemed very classy in here, in rich red tones and beautiful shapes.
Malfoy had sat down next to the burning fireplace and was already pouring them two glasses.
"This is a nice room," he said as he sat down on the small sofa next to Malfoy.
"Private saloon Theo's father was a cheapskate whenever he got away with it, and always kept the best for himself. It was such a foreign concept to me. The and I were not allowed to be in here, so we sneaked in whenever we could of course. He even kept the best Christmas cookies here, not that it was any use," Malfoy explained and handed him a glass.
"Well, I believe this is where you owe me an answer"
He was rather relieved for the drink now, and took a sip.
"It's not so much that I let it happen, as it seemed rather necessary. You say it is just a magical thing, a wild magic thing, but that was not how it seemed at the beginning, or even now. I hear whispers, I have black outs, and then I wake up and things are burning or just gone. I once came out of an episode and found Ron bleeding on the ground. He never told me what happened but that was the final straw. At first I stayed in a room at St Mungos, but things got only worse there. And then Theo offered to set me up here. You see, it wasn't so much a decision as it was a consequence," he finally answered.
"You were afraid you would kill someone unintentionally," Malfoy stated.
"Yeah, well since I came this close already I didn't want to risk it." His temper flared and he took a gulp from his brandy.
Malfoy huffed: "It was not intended as an accusation, rather a sentiment of understanding."
"Touchy subject, I bet you have some of those too, I am just too much of a gentleman to ask you about them. Instead I want to know if it is true and you had had a crush on me back in school?"
He was grinning, he just couldn't help it.
Greg didn't get drunk easily, but once he was he would answer whatever you asked him. And over the years he had asked quite his share of questions when the opportunity presented itself.
