Avenue Q series
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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12
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2,065
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3
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Everyone's a little bit racist
Avenue Q Series
Title: Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist
Author: lildove42
Rating: PG-13 (for language?)
Length: 688 words
Pairing: H/D implied.
Summary: During the war. A little chat between the students gathered at Grimmauld Place.
Disclaimer: So the characters belong to JK Rowling and the series in general is based on the songs from the musical Avenue Q.
The war had started halfway through his sixth year and Draco had decided after one torture session whis his father and Voldemort that being ath ath Eater wasn’t everything. He had talked it over with Snape first who had encouraged him to go to the headmaster and talk about becoming a spy. There were places Draco could go that Snape had lost access to.
Eventually he found himself at No. 12 Grimmauld Place surrounded by other Hogwarts’ students, including the Golden Boy. It seemed that Grild Pld Place had become a safe haven for adult and student members of the Order of the Phoenix, spies and blatant members alike. The adults had taken over the kitchen and the students all congregated in the living room, claiming it as their own.
Things had been weird at first, what with house rivalries and personal agendas to be worked out. A year of war had put all that behind them, however. Not that they were exactly chummy outside Grimmauld Place, it was just that they needed some sort of camaraderie to make it through.
Tonight they were lounging about the couches and chatting by the fire. There had been a meeting of the minds earlier and they were all cooling down. Harry was sitting on the floor; leaning back against the edge of the couch, close enough for Draco’s knee to brush his shoulder occasionally. He was talking to Fleur about the growing relationship between Hagrid and Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons.
“Well, you know, he’s a half giant and she’s a half giant. All I’m saying is that it would be weird if they were related…” he shrugged.
Fleur’s jaw dropped to the floor. “‘Arry, zat is ze most racist sing I’ve ever heard in my life. I’m surprised at you.”
Harry just shrugged. “So? You’re racist too. What about that school for Veela you want to open? That’s racist too!”
Fleur shrugged and turned her attention to something else.
Draco leaned over, more to brush against Harry than to join the conversation, and said, “Don’t worry about it, Fleur. Everybody’s a little bit racist. Everyone knows how I feel about anyone who isn’t a pureblood.”
“Which is ironic since Voldemort, the guy you’re supposed to be following, is a mixed blood himself!” Harry offered. Draco rolled his eyes in response.
Perhaps their conversation had been slightly louder than they thought because Ron’s looked over and he blurted out, “I’m not racist.”
“Ha. No?”
“No. How many mudblood girlfriends do you have?”
Hermione’s head shot up from the book she had been perusing and Ron’s face turned a deep red. “RON! You know how offensive that You You know that we prefer being called ‘muggle-borns.’”
Ron had the decency to flush fiercely. He ducked his head and tried to make light of what he had just said. “Aw, Hermione. You know I’ve just been hanging around Malfoy too much. Besides, you’re racist too!”
Hermione nodded in agreement. “Sure. Everybody’s racist, just like Draco said. The purebloods have all the money and the power. It’s not like I’m not going to talk to a witch or wizard just because they’re pureblood. I’m not going to go turn into Voldemort and try to wipe them all out. Maybe if we could all agree that we were a little racist we could get rid of this whole pathetic war.”
Harry laughed from his place in the floor and everyone looked at him curiously. “Well, think about it. Not a single one of us is eighteen and we’ve just solved the biggest problem of the wizarding world. I can see Fudge owling Voldemort for this meeting. ‘Dear Voldemort, I thif wif we just sit down and have a talk about this, we’ll find that all of us are racist. Why can’t we just admit it and all get along?’”
Everyone laughed for a moment at the thought when Mrs. Weasley entered and reminded them that they would have to return to their classes in the morning. Slowly, everyone trickled off to their bedrooms and the happy cocoon they had created, if only briefly, disappeared once more.
Title: Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist
Author: lildove42
Rating: PG-13 (for language?)
Length: 688 words
Pairing: H/D implied.
Summary: During the war. A little chat between the students gathered at Grimmauld Place.
Disclaimer: So the characters belong to JK Rowling and the series in general is based on the songs from the musical Avenue Q.
The war had started halfway through his sixth year and Draco had decided after one torture session whis his father and Voldemort that being ath ath Eater wasn’t everything. He had talked it over with Snape first who had encouraged him to go to the headmaster and talk about becoming a spy. There were places Draco could go that Snape had lost access to.
Eventually he found himself at No. 12 Grimmauld Place surrounded by other Hogwarts’ students, including the Golden Boy. It seemed that Grild Pld Place had become a safe haven for adult and student members of the Order of the Phoenix, spies and blatant members alike. The adults had taken over the kitchen and the students all congregated in the living room, claiming it as their own.
Things had been weird at first, what with house rivalries and personal agendas to be worked out. A year of war had put all that behind them, however. Not that they were exactly chummy outside Grimmauld Place, it was just that they needed some sort of camaraderie to make it through.
Tonight they were lounging about the couches and chatting by the fire. There had been a meeting of the minds earlier and they were all cooling down. Harry was sitting on the floor; leaning back against the edge of the couch, close enough for Draco’s knee to brush his shoulder occasionally. He was talking to Fleur about the growing relationship between Hagrid and Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons.
“Well, you know, he’s a half giant and she’s a half giant. All I’m saying is that it would be weird if they were related…” he shrugged.
Fleur’s jaw dropped to the floor. “‘Arry, zat is ze most racist sing I’ve ever heard in my life. I’m surprised at you.”
Harry just shrugged. “So? You’re racist too. What about that school for Veela you want to open? That’s racist too!”
Fleur shrugged and turned her attention to something else.
Draco leaned over, more to brush against Harry than to join the conversation, and said, “Don’t worry about it, Fleur. Everybody’s a little bit racist. Everyone knows how I feel about anyone who isn’t a pureblood.”
“Which is ironic since Voldemort, the guy you’re supposed to be following, is a mixed blood himself!” Harry offered. Draco rolled his eyes in response.
Perhaps their conversation had been slightly louder than they thought because Ron’s looked over and he blurted out, “I’m not racist.”
“Ha. No?”
“No. How many mudblood girlfriends do you have?”
Hermione’s head shot up from the book she had been perusing and Ron’s face turned a deep red. “RON! You know how offensive that You You know that we prefer being called ‘muggle-borns.’”
Ron had the decency to flush fiercely. He ducked his head and tried to make light of what he had just said. “Aw, Hermione. You know I’ve just been hanging around Malfoy too much. Besides, you’re racist too!”
Hermione nodded in agreement. “Sure. Everybody’s racist, just like Draco said. The purebloods have all the money and the power. It’s not like I’m not going to talk to a witch or wizard just because they’re pureblood. I’m not going to go turn into Voldemort and try to wipe them all out. Maybe if we could all agree that we were a little racist we could get rid of this whole pathetic war.”
Harry laughed from his place in the floor and everyone looked at him curiously. “Well, think about it. Not a single one of us is eighteen and we’ve just solved the biggest problem of the wizarding world. I can see Fudge owling Voldemort for this meeting. ‘Dear Voldemort, I thif wif we just sit down and have a talk about this, we’ll find that all of us are racist. Why can’t we just admit it and all get along?’”
Everyone laughed for a moment at the thought when Mrs. Weasley entered and reminded them that they would have to return to their classes in the morning. Slowly, everyone trickled off to their bedrooms and the happy cocoon they had created, if only briefly, disappeared once more.