[Fic:] Make you come home (Part 3/9)
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smirkingcatTitle: Make you come home (3/9)
Author :smirkingcat
Rating:PG-13
Word Count :445
Notes: used forhd_birthdaybash bingo card: picture square: “cake with lit candles”
Summary: It’s really all about the cake.
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.
When Draco entered the the small room, that hosted in one his kitchen, dining room and living room, his wobbly cake had been put on his dining table. The cake had been decorated with sprinkles and dancing candles were alight on it.
”Happy Birthday,“ Potter said softly.
He sat on the only other chair in the room, watching Draco as usual.
”You upgraded my cake.“ It was the first thing that came to mind, that did not sound like a direct attack or like he was angry.
”Well sprinkles never hurt anybody. And I know that these candles are your favourite.“
Potter still seemed amused, so Draco must have done right.
”Mother forbid them when I turned four, but Father always managed to sneak them by her, until the last cake.“
Draco tried to smile, but he missed his family so, so much.
”I know, your mother told me.“ Harry said carefully.
”Having talks with my mother now, are you?“ Draco tried to sound casual but he was sure he came across as petulant, like a child asking for his mother. In a way, that was exactly how he felt.
”Afternoon tea, actually.“
”You didn’t.... you haven’t...“
”I told her you settled well, and are doing great. Though I also made sure to quote you when it comes to some of the muggle ways,“ Harry answered. He then offered the knife to him. ”You should blow out the candles and cut the cake, if you want presents.“
”Presents too? Potter you will spoil me, and then what will happen to me?“
”Just cut the damn cake.“
”You know if i were to eat that much sugar, I won’t be able to sleep for hours.“
”Dray-co.“
”Pot-ter.“
”Someone who disregards cake is not deserving of presents.“
”I am not disregarding my well made cake, I just pointed out that it would be a waste to cut it now, since I need my sleep. But then again I should maybe consider your needs. Since you most likely are going to suffer though the most tedious day. So yes, I shall grant you a piece of this most fabulous cake.“
Draco was sure that Potter mumbled something about ”you have no idea“ as Draco was talking about the tediousness of the auror-occupation. So something must have happened, or was happening right now, which wasn’t at all to Potter’s liking.
However he was polite enough to not ask, for two reasons: first he was to tired to care, and second he was afraid what it would mean for him, if Potter were to quit.
So the safest option was to cut the cake, and serve Potter his damn piece.
Part 4
Author :
smirkingcatRating:PG-13
Word Count :445
Notes: used for
hd_birthdaybash bingo card: picture square: “cake with lit candles”Summary: It’s really all about the cake.
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.
When Draco entered the the small room, that hosted in one his kitchen, dining room and living room, his wobbly cake had been put on his dining table. The cake had been decorated with sprinkles and dancing candles were alight on it.
”Happy Birthday,“ Potter said softly.
He sat on the only other chair in the room, watching Draco as usual.
”You upgraded my cake.“ It was the first thing that came to mind, that did not sound like a direct attack or like he was angry.
”Well sprinkles never hurt anybody. And I know that these candles are your favourite.“
Potter still seemed amused, so Draco must have done right.
”Mother forbid them when I turned four, but Father always managed to sneak them by her, until the last cake.“
Draco tried to smile, but he missed his family so, so much.
”I know, your mother told me.“ Harry said carefully.
”Having talks with my mother now, are you?“ Draco tried to sound casual but he was sure he came across as petulant, like a child asking for his mother. In a way, that was exactly how he felt.
”Afternoon tea, actually.“
”You didn’t.... you haven’t...“
”I told her you settled well, and are doing great. Though I also made sure to quote you when it comes to some of the muggle ways,“ Harry answered. He then offered the knife to him. ”You should blow out the candles and cut the cake, if you want presents.“
”Presents too? Potter you will spoil me, and then what will happen to me?“
”Just cut the damn cake.“
”You know if i were to eat that much sugar, I won’t be able to sleep for hours.“
”Dray-co.“
”Pot-ter.“
”Someone who disregards cake is not deserving of presents.“
”I am not disregarding my well made cake, I just pointed out that it would be a waste to cut it now, since I need my sleep. But then again I should maybe consider your needs. Since you most likely are going to suffer though the most tedious day. So yes, I shall grant you a piece of this most fabulous cake.“
Draco was sure that Potter mumbled something about ”you have no idea“ as Draco was talking about the tediousness of the auror-occupation. So something must have happened, or was happening right now, which wasn’t at all to Potter’s liking.
However he was polite enough to not ask, for two reasons: first he was to tired to care, and second he was afraid what it would mean for him, if Potter were to quit.
So the safest option was to cut the cake, and serve Potter his damn piece.
Part 4
