[Fic:] Make you come home (Part 2/9)
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smirkingcatTitle: Make you come home
Author :smirkingcat
Rating:PG-13
Word Count :600
Notes: still working on it- and yes i saw the extension, aint i lucky! though i am also determent to try for tomorrow as much as i can
used forhd_birthdaybash bingo card: word square: “surprise”
Summary: Just a morning coming home form work. Though not just any morning.
Warnings: angst – because you know this is me writing it
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.
With heavy steps Draco trudged up the stairs to his flat. He nodded a silent greeting towards the elderly woman living in the second floor flat, who as always stuck her head out her staircase window as soon as someone started to climb. He had heard the young couple next to him complain about that often, but he didn’t mind. She never spoke to him, and in some weird way it made him feel his flat a bit more secure. Not that he had anything left of worth but that women had quite a frightening shout going on towards strangers.
He unlocked the door and closed it behind him with a sigh of relief.
Working the graveyard shift had it’s upsides, mostly less people and more confined messes. But then they also had to scrub the kitchen from floor to ceiling and if the day-shift didn’t manage it the last used operation rooms. Hospitals are such a mess.
”Good morning.“
Draco jumped startled. Damn, there was sadly one visitor who has no need to get around that old lady.
”What are you doing here again?“
After Potter had turned on the light and he could see the bastard, he felt a hundred percent less startled but also hundred-ten percent more annoyed.
”Ain’t an auror not allowed to visit his favourite parolee?“ Potter grinned.
”As far as I know Potter , I am your only parole charge. And I am certain you must have better things to do than visiting me twice the same day“, Draco shrugged and removed his coat.
”Honestly, what do you want? I spent the last night killing millions of gems, and as long as that has not suddenly been made illigal for me, I would like to go to bed, before I have to redo it all over again in less than twelve hours." He walked towards his bedroom, where in an alcove his bathroom was hidden.
”Why don’t you try to apply for something else. You are wasting your life there. I only got you that job for a quick start, an in between not for you to rot there,“ Potter said. ”There are muggle borns or half-bloods who could help you far more than me,“ he went on in a whisper.
”You mean if you were to ask them for a favour ? So that I would owe you even more? Thanks, but no thanks. This is fine. What are ten years, or a lifetime really. Especially if you think about how I cast two of the unforgivables under duress.“ Draco bit back.
It was an old argument.
Sadly Potter’s flinch simply was no longer as satisfyining as in the beginning.
”I made you breakfast, I thought you might like to talk, have some company...“ Potter whispered after a short period of awkward silence.
”Is there tea?“
”Lotus tea, your favourite brand.“ Potter smiled.
Draco nodded and went in his bedroom to shower quickly and put on his PJ. Potter had seen him so often in those, he didn’t care about such things anymore. That was the same reason he did no longer mind Potter’s surprise visits in his two room flat. It was a tiny flat, and still rather bland, because he had no money for decorations. And even if he had, he would not spent it on such.
Now Potter was part of that flat too. Most weeks he dropped by three times, sometimes more. Less when there is an intense case. The shame he felt burning him through the first visits just has vanished. Most likely a consequence of his pride vanishing too.
Part 3
Author :
smirkingcatRating:PG-13
Word Count :600
Notes: still working on it- and yes i saw the extension, aint i lucky! though i am also determent to try for tomorrow as much as i can
used for
hd_birthdaybash bingo card: word square: “surprise”Summary: Just a morning coming home form work. Though not just any morning.
Warnings: angst – because you know this is me writing it
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.
With heavy steps Draco trudged up the stairs to his flat. He nodded a silent greeting towards the elderly woman living in the second floor flat, who as always stuck her head out her staircase window as soon as someone started to climb. He had heard the young couple next to him complain about that often, but he didn’t mind. She never spoke to him, and in some weird way it made him feel his flat a bit more secure. Not that he had anything left of worth but that women had quite a frightening shout going on towards strangers.
He unlocked the door and closed it behind him with a sigh of relief.
Working the graveyard shift had it’s upsides, mostly less people and more confined messes. But then they also had to scrub the kitchen from floor to ceiling and if the day-shift didn’t manage it the last used operation rooms. Hospitals are such a mess.
”Good morning.“
Draco jumped startled. Damn, there was sadly one visitor who has no need to get around that old lady.
”What are you doing here again?“
After Potter had turned on the light and he could see the bastard, he felt a hundred percent less startled but also hundred-ten percent more annoyed.
”Ain’t an auror not allowed to visit his favourite parolee?“ Potter grinned.
”As far as I know Potter , I am your only parole charge. And I am certain you must have better things to do than visiting me twice the same day“, Draco shrugged and removed his coat.
”Honestly, what do you want? I spent the last night killing millions of gems, and as long as that has not suddenly been made illigal for me, I would like to go to bed, before I have to redo it all over again in less than twelve hours." He walked towards his bedroom, where in an alcove his bathroom was hidden.
”Why don’t you try to apply for something else. You are wasting your life there. I only got you that job for a quick start, an in between not for you to rot there,“ Potter said. ”There are muggle borns or half-bloods who could help you far more than me,“ he went on in a whisper.
”You mean if you were to ask them for a favour ? So that I would owe you even more? Thanks, but no thanks. This is fine. What are ten years, or a lifetime really. Especially if you think about how I cast two of the unforgivables under duress.“ Draco bit back.
It was an old argument.
Sadly Potter’s flinch simply was no longer as satisfyining as in the beginning.
”I made you breakfast, I thought you might like to talk, have some company...“ Potter whispered after a short period of awkward silence.
”Is there tea?“
”Lotus tea, your favourite brand.“ Potter smiled.
Draco nodded and went in his bedroom to shower quickly and put on his PJ. Potter had seen him so often in those, he didn’t care about such things anymore. That was the same reason he did no longer mind Potter’s surprise visits in his two room flat. It was a tiny flat, and still rather bland, because he had no money for decorations. And even if he had, he would not spent it on such.
Now Potter was part of that flat too. Most weeks he dropped by three times, sometimes more. Less when there is an intense case. The shame he felt burning him through the first visits just has vanished. Most likely a consequence of his pride vanishing too.
Part 3
