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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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3
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1,399
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3
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Immaturity is for squabbling adults
A/N: As rather rashly promised (as I wasn’t sure I could actually write a chapter in a day, especially since plot-bunnies successfully evaded up until an hour ago), I’m back, and I now have a direction, I managed to catch all the hippity-hoppity little plot bunnies and make a nice plot bunny stew that I hope will taste delicious! I’ve written the next chapter and will post it in a week, sorry about the wait, but I’m being dragged to the ends of the earth for the next week, and trust me, I don’t want to be there, I want to be with you lovely readers. But as it is, you’ll just have to wait for the next instalment, hopefully with eager anticipation.
Enjoy!
M.
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“Draco! How lovely to see you again!” Narcissa greeted Draco warmly, ignoring Harry’s presence completely. “You’re looking very fine this evening, I told you that suit looked handsome on you!” She cooed over Draco’s appearance.
“Mother, as much as I appreciate your biased view to my good looks and excellent fashion sense, you know very well that I’m wearing this suit because it’s Harry’s favourite,” Draco stated pompously, bringing Narcissa’s attention to the destructive brunet standing with faked confidence next to Draco.
Narcissa’s mouth went from warm smile to hardened frown in a second flat. “Of course, I’d forgotten that small detail,” Narcissa growled out, clearly remembering the time the three had gone shopping together, a mistake of a trip that she would remember not to repeat. There was an awkward silence in which Harry squared his shoulders and plastered a determined smile upon his face.
“Mrs. Malfoy, how lovely to see you again! I’m sorry that we parted on such bad terms last time, but I’m determined to make it up to you!” Harry said brightly and holding out his hand. Draco rolled his eyes at Harry’s attempt to be civil and the undertones of sarcasm behind it. The blonde also thought it unwise to make such a broad promise that he was sure Narcissa would take advantage of.
Narcissa, on the other hand, stared for a moment at Harry’s outstretched limb and realised what the brunet was attempting to do. A Malfoy should never be seen as immature and should rise above others. And that is exactly what she would do. She could be better than this little snob, and she would win Draco’s love back!
Narcissa reached forward and grasped the boy’s hand in a firm grip, almost crushing his bones. It must have hurt, but Harry hid the pain well. “Well, it’s nice to see that you’ve changed your destructive ways, Mr. Potter, and I hope you’ll be careful in the Manor in future,” the woman ground out between set teeth and a hard smile. She released his hand and he inconspicuously massaged it so that blood and feeling would return.
Draco just harrumphed over how stupid his mother and his lover were being and sought to remind them of how ridiculously cold it was outside. “Well isn’t this lovely!” he trilled sarcastically, then, changing directions and tone completely, he continued in a ferocious snarl, “but I’m absolutely freezing and if I don’t get
inside now, I’ll hex both of you into oblivion!”
Narcissa stepped back gracefully from the door, allowing her whiney son and ‘reformed’ boyfriend through the door.
As they hung up their coats just inside the door, Harry continued with fervour in his attempt to win over Narcissa so that he could complete his evening’s plans. “Why, Mrs. Malfoy, the Manor looks stunning this evening, you must have slaved your house elves for hours to get it to look this good ... and shiny, I like the shininess...” Harry trailed off, not really sure if that was a compliment and completely confusing all three of them. Confused was good, confused was a step above hatred, he supposed.
After a moment’s pause of all three not really knowing what to say next, Draco changed topic to save Harry losing too much dignity through his appalling ‘compliment’.
“So....What’s for dinner?” He asked casually, as though the evening so far had been a pleasant experience and not filled with tension and immaturity.
Narcissa broke her glaring contest with Harry, “Uh, I think it’s a roast, with baked vegetables and the likes, well, at least that’s what I told the house elves to cook, but they’ve been rather unreliable since the last time you were here, so let’s hope for the best!” she responded quite cheerfully, but with a disconcerted air over the house elves erratic behaviour. Harry smirked at Narcissa’s problem with the elves.
As Draco led the way to the dining room, Harry and Narcissa followed silently, Harry smiling brightly and not noticing the bat bogey hex that Narcissa was attempting to put on him, before Draco spun around sharply, to glare at his mother. He knew that when it came to his mother, silence equalled bad.
“Mother, how about you sit at the head of the table, and Harry and I will sit either side, then you and Harry can get to know each other better,” the blonde suggested in an attempt to make his mother grow up. Harry, eager to carry through the plan he had formed several months earlier, in which Narcissa liking him was phase 1, readily agreed with Draco’s suggestion and held Narcissa’s chair out, for her to sit in.
Narcissa, ever wary of the boy, eyed him carefully to make sure that he would not try to pull something, mainly her chair, and sat down slowly. Harry stuck to his guns and even pushed her chair closer to the table for her. Narcissa thanked him politely and Harry proceeded to sit on her left hand side. Both visibly relaxed after the stress of being courteous to each other for several straight minutes, a record for the pair.
Draco, breathing a sigh of relief as the tension broke and injuries and hexing were avoided, took his own seat and watched with horror as the food appeared on their plates before them.
HDHDHD
TBC.
Will Narcissa hex Harry?
What was for dinner?
What did Harry do to the house elves?
All will be revealed, you simply have to wait. OH! The suspense is gonna kill you! (not really, not much of a cliffy....)
Love you all, praise and flames welcome!
M.
Enjoy!
M.
HDHDHD
“Draco! How lovely to see you again!” Narcissa greeted Draco warmly, ignoring Harry’s presence completely. “You’re looking very fine this evening, I told you that suit looked handsome on you!” She cooed over Draco’s appearance.
“Mother, as much as I appreciate your biased view to my good looks and excellent fashion sense, you know very well that I’m wearing this suit because it’s Harry’s favourite,” Draco stated pompously, bringing Narcissa’s attention to the destructive brunet standing with faked confidence next to Draco.
Narcissa’s mouth went from warm smile to hardened frown in a second flat. “Of course, I’d forgotten that small detail,” Narcissa growled out, clearly remembering the time the three had gone shopping together, a mistake of a trip that she would remember not to repeat. There was an awkward silence in which Harry squared his shoulders and plastered a determined smile upon his face.
“Mrs. Malfoy, how lovely to see you again! I’m sorry that we parted on such bad terms last time, but I’m determined to make it up to you!” Harry said brightly and holding out his hand. Draco rolled his eyes at Harry’s attempt to be civil and the undertones of sarcasm behind it. The blonde also thought it unwise to make such a broad promise that he was sure Narcissa would take advantage of.
Narcissa, on the other hand, stared for a moment at Harry’s outstretched limb and realised what the brunet was attempting to do. A Malfoy should never be seen as immature and should rise above others. And that is exactly what she would do. She could be better than this little snob, and she would win Draco’s love back!
Narcissa reached forward and grasped the boy’s hand in a firm grip, almost crushing his bones. It must have hurt, but Harry hid the pain well. “Well, it’s nice to see that you’ve changed your destructive ways, Mr. Potter, and I hope you’ll be careful in the Manor in future,” the woman ground out between set teeth and a hard smile. She released his hand and he inconspicuously massaged it so that blood and feeling would return.
Draco just harrumphed over how stupid his mother and his lover were being and sought to remind them of how ridiculously cold it was outside. “Well isn’t this lovely!” he trilled sarcastically, then, changing directions and tone completely, he continued in a ferocious snarl, “but I’m absolutely freezing and if I don’t get
inside now, I’ll hex both of you into oblivion!”
Narcissa stepped back gracefully from the door, allowing her whiney son and ‘reformed’ boyfriend through the door.
As they hung up their coats just inside the door, Harry continued with fervour in his attempt to win over Narcissa so that he could complete his evening’s plans. “Why, Mrs. Malfoy, the Manor looks stunning this evening, you must have slaved your house elves for hours to get it to look this good ... and shiny, I like the shininess...” Harry trailed off, not really sure if that was a compliment and completely confusing all three of them. Confused was good, confused was a step above hatred, he supposed.
After a moment’s pause of all three not really knowing what to say next, Draco changed topic to save Harry losing too much dignity through his appalling ‘compliment’.
“So....What’s for dinner?” He asked casually, as though the evening so far had been a pleasant experience and not filled with tension and immaturity.
Narcissa broke her glaring contest with Harry, “Uh, I think it’s a roast, with baked vegetables and the likes, well, at least that’s what I told the house elves to cook, but they’ve been rather unreliable since the last time you were here, so let’s hope for the best!” she responded quite cheerfully, but with a disconcerted air over the house elves erratic behaviour. Harry smirked at Narcissa’s problem with the elves.
As Draco led the way to the dining room, Harry and Narcissa followed silently, Harry smiling brightly and not noticing the bat bogey hex that Narcissa was attempting to put on him, before Draco spun around sharply, to glare at his mother. He knew that when it came to his mother, silence equalled bad.
“Mother, how about you sit at the head of the table, and Harry and I will sit either side, then you and Harry can get to know each other better,” the blonde suggested in an attempt to make his mother grow up. Harry, eager to carry through the plan he had formed several months earlier, in which Narcissa liking him was phase 1, readily agreed with Draco’s suggestion and held Narcissa’s chair out, for her to sit in.
Narcissa, ever wary of the boy, eyed him carefully to make sure that he would not try to pull something, mainly her chair, and sat down slowly. Harry stuck to his guns and even pushed her chair closer to the table for her. Narcissa thanked him politely and Harry proceeded to sit on her left hand side. Both visibly relaxed after the stress of being courteous to each other for several straight minutes, a record for the pair.
Draco, breathing a sigh of relief as the tension broke and injuries and hexing were avoided, took his own seat and watched with horror as the food appeared on their plates before them.
HDHDHD
TBC.
Will Narcissa hex Harry?
What was for dinner?
What did Harry do to the house elves?
All will be revealed, you simply have to wait. OH! The suspense is gonna kill you! (not really, not much of a cliffy....)
Love you all, praise and flames welcome!
M.