Visitations 6
Title: Visitations 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Neville, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 1045
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for luci0logy, who requested more of Visitations
Summary: Harry receives an unexpected visitor.
Clouds floated lazily in the sky over Godric's Hollow, alternately casting shadows on the ground before allowing the sun to peak through.
Draco took Clarise's elbow and guided her over the uneven ground of the graveyard. They'd been sent on a mission by Harry to find out who was taking care of James and Lily Potter's grave site. They located the graves of Harry's parents, and Draco smiled when he saw the wreath Harry had placed there. He glanced around, drew his wand, and created another one.
Clarise sighed happily. "I thought vampires were impressive, but that was before I met wizards," she said. "Were it not for your abilities, I would have died in France."
"I may have gotten you out of France, but I still needed Harry to save me," Draco responded.
"You could have escaped easily enough."
"True, but Veronique and her minions would have hunted me down eventually," said Draco. "Harry taught them to be afraid of wizards."
Clarise nodded. "And to think he's a wizard and a vampire..." Her words trailed off, and she gave a tiny shiver.
Draco was surprised by her reaction. "Are you afraid of Harry?"
"Oh, no," Clarise replied quickly. "Mr Potter has never been anything but kind to me. It's just the thought of how dangerous he could be that gives me chills. Fortunately, you seem to keep him centered."
Draco hadn't thought of it that way before, but he realized Clarise was right. Harry had been a recluse before Draco showed up at his door one night, insisting he would make a good Consort. Now, Harry was getting out more, even if it was to kill a group of rogue vampires, and he'd even reconnected with some of his friends. Harry had come to visit his parents' graves, then asked Draco and Clarise to find and thank the person or persons responsible for caring for the site. Yes, his brooding vampire was making progress.
Draco led Clarise to a bench in the cemetery, in sight of the Potters' graves. They sat there and visited for over an hour, but no one else entered the graveyard. When the sun began its descent towards the horizon, Draco escorted Clarise back to Harry's home.
It wasn't yet twilight when there was a knock at the door.
Clarise had gone to her suite upstairs to get ready for dinner, but Draco had lingered in the library. He drew his wand and made his way to the foyer. Hulda, the house-elf, was about to open the door, but she hesitated when she saw Draco approaching.
"There is being trouble, Master Malfoy?"
"I hope not, Hulda, but why don't you allow me to get the door?"
Hulda nodded and disappeared with a faint pop. Draco kept his wand in hand, tip pointed down, as he opened the door. An Auror stood on the other side.
"Longbottom?" Draco asked, surprise coloring his voice.
Longbottom smiled tightly. "Good afternoon, Malfoy," he greeted. "I wish to speak to Harry. Is he home?"
Draco stepped back and gestured for Longbottom to enter. He tucked his wand up his sleeve, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Were you expecting trouble?" Longbottom asked.
"We weren't expecting anything," Draco replied. "I trust you won't fault me for being cautious."
"Of course not. May I speak to Harry?"
Draco's eyes narrowed a fraction. "Is this a friendly visit, or are you here on official business?"
"I'd prefer to have this discussion with Harry."
Longbottom's reticence was making Draco nervous. "Harry won't put in an appearance until the sun sets," he said. "Would you care to wait in the parlor?"
At Longbottom's nod of agreement, Draco led the Auror into the small parlor off the foyer. "May I get you anything?" Draco offered politely as Longbottom perched at the edge of a straight chair.
"That's not necessary, Malfoy. Thank you."
Draco nodded and turned to leave just as Clarise swept into the parlor.
"Draco, I thought I heard...oh," Clarise began, only to trail off when she saw they had a guest.
Longbottom jumped up immediately, while Clarise flushed and lowered her eyes.
Draco fought the urge to smile. "Longbottom, this is Clarise Whitebread. Clarise, Neville Longbottom. He's an Auror with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"How do you do, Mr Longbottom?" Clarise said softly. Her lashes fluttered in a shy fashion.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Whitebread," Longbottom returned. He appeared almost as flustered as Clarise did.
Draco cleared his throat. "Clarise, please allow me to escort you to the dining room. Longbottom, Harry will be here shortly," he added, casting a quick glance at the waning light through the window.
~*~
Harry materialized inside of his bedroom. He was hungry and thirsty and eager to sate himself on his Consort. Harry's jaw tightened when he realized Draco was absent. He crossed the room to the door that led to Draco's room, only to halt when Draco bustled in through the door from the corridor.
"Why were you not awaiting me?" Harry asked softly. He saw Draco quiver, and his Consort's reaction sent lust surging through Harry's veins.
"We have a situation," Draco said, by way of reply. "Longbottom is here to see you. Auror Longbottom," he amended, "and I don't believe he's here to pay a social call."
Harry clenched his hands and closed his eyes for a moment as he composed himself. He sighed and opened his eyes. "Where is he?"
"In the green parlor."
Harry nodded. "Please go join Clarise for dinner, and begin without me." He didn't wait for a reply before he vanished.
Harry reappeared outside of the green parlor, drew in a deep breath, then opened the door.
Neville sprang up from one of the chairs and cleared his throat.
Harry felt a wave of fondness for his childhood friend, but he quelled it immediately. "Neville," he greeted coolly.
"Hello, Harry."
They stood and stared at one another in an awkward silence until Harry prodded things along. "You're not here for a social visit, I take it?"
Neville squared his shoulders, shedding his shy childhood with the gesture and suddenly looking every bit the professional Auror. "I'm afraid not, Harry," he replied. "I've come to speak to you about the death of Amelia Balmoral."
Visitations 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Neville, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 1045
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for luci0logy, who requested more of Visitations
Summary: Harry receives an unexpected visitor.
Clouds floated lazily in the sky over Godric's Hollow, alternately casting shadows on the ground before allowing the sun to peak through.
Draco took Clarise's elbow and guided her over the uneven ground of the graveyard. They'd been sent on a mission by Harry to find out who was taking care of James and Lily Potter's grave site. They located the graves of Harry's parents, and Draco smiled when he saw the wreath Harry had placed there. He glanced around, drew his wand, and created another one.
Clarise sighed happily. "I thought vampires were impressive, but that was before I met wizards," she said. "Were it not for your abilities, I would have died in France."
"I may have gotten you out of France, but I still needed Harry to save me," Draco responded.
"You could have escaped easily enough."
"True, but Veronique and her minions would have hunted me down eventually," said Draco. "Harry taught them to be afraid of wizards."
Clarise nodded. "And to think he's a wizard and a vampire..." Her words trailed off, and she gave a tiny shiver.
Draco was surprised by her reaction. "Are you afraid of Harry?"
"Oh, no," Clarise replied quickly. "Mr Potter has never been anything but kind to me. It's just the thought of how dangerous he could be that gives me chills. Fortunately, you seem to keep him centered."
Draco hadn't thought of it that way before, but he realized Clarise was right. Harry had been a recluse before Draco showed up at his door one night, insisting he would make a good Consort. Now, Harry was getting out more, even if it was to kill a group of rogue vampires, and he'd even reconnected with some of his friends. Harry had come to visit his parents' graves, then asked Draco and Clarise to find and thank the person or persons responsible for caring for the site. Yes, his brooding vampire was making progress.
Draco led Clarise to a bench in the cemetery, in sight of the Potters' graves. They sat there and visited for over an hour, but no one else entered the graveyard. When the sun began its descent towards the horizon, Draco escorted Clarise back to Harry's home.
It wasn't yet twilight when there was a knock at the door.
Clarise had gone to her suite upstairs to get ready for dinner, but Draco had lingered in the library. He drew his wand and made his way to the foyer. Hulda, the house-elf, was about to open the door, but she hesitated when she saw Draco approaching.
"There is being trouble, Master Malfoy?"
"I hope not, Hulda, but why don't you allow me to get the door?"
Hulda nodded and disappeared with a faint pop. Draco kept his wand in hand, tip pointed down, as he opened the door. An Auror stood on the other side.
"Longbottom?" Draco asked, surprise coloring his voice.
Longbottom smiled tightly. "Good afternoon, Malfoy," he greeted. "I wish to speak to Harry. Is he home?"
Draco stepped back and gestured for Longbottom to enter. He tucked his wand up his sleeve, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Were you expecting trouble?" Longbottom asked.
"We weren't expecting anything," Draco replied. "I trust you won't fault me for being cautious."
"Of course not. May I speak to Harry?"
Draco's eyes narrowed a fraction. "Is this a friendly visit, or are you here on official business?"
"I'd prefer to have this discussion with Harry."
Longbottom's reticence was making Draco nervous. "Harry won't put in an appearance until the sun sets," he said. "Would you care to wait in the parlor?"
At Longbottom's nod of agreement, Draco led the Auror into the small parlor off the foyer. "May I get you anything?" Draco offered politely as Longbottom perched at the edge of a straight chair.
"That's not necessary, Malfoy. Thank you."
Draco nodded and turned to leave just as Clarise swept into the parlor.
"Draco, I thought I heard...oh," Clarise began, only to trail off when she saw they had a guest.
Longbottom jumped up immediately, while Clarise flushed and lowered her eyes.
Draco fought the urge to smile. "Longbottom, this is Clarise Whitebread. Clarise, Neville Longbottom. He's an Auror with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"How do you do, Mr Longbottom?" Clarise said softly. Her lashes fluttered in a shy fashion.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Whitebread," Longbottom returned. He appeared almost as flustered as Clarise did.
Draco cleared his throat. "Clarise, please allow me to escort you to the dining room. Longbottom, Harry will be here shortly," he added, casting a quick glance at the waning light through the window.
~*~
Harry materialized inside of his bedroom. He was hungry and thirsty and eager to sate himself on his Consort. Harry's jaw tightened when he realized Draco was absent. He crossed the room to the door that led to Draco's room, only to halt when Draco bustled in through the door from the corridor.
"Why were you not awaiting me?" Harry asked softly. He saw Draco quiver, and his Consort's reaction sent lust surging through Harry's veins.
"We have a situation," Draco said, by way of reply. "Longbottom is here to see you. Auror Longbottom," he amended, "and I don't believe he's here to pay a social call."
Harry clenched his hands and closed his eyes for a moment as he composed himself. He sighed and opened his eyes. "Where is he?"
"In the green parlor."
Harry nodded. "Please go join Clarise for dinner, and begin without me." He didn't wait for a reply before he vanished.
Harry reappeared outside of the green parlor, drew in a deep breath, then opened the door.
Neville sprang up from one of the chairs and cleared his throat.
Harry felt a wave of fondness for his childhood friend, but he quelled it immediately. "Neville," he greeted coolly.
"Hello, Harry."
They stood and stared at one another in an awkward silence until Harry prodded things along. "You're not here for a social visit, I take it?"
Neville squared his shoulders, shedding his shy childhood with the gesture and suddenly looking every bit the professional Auror. "I'm afraid not, Harry," he replied. "I've come to speak to you about the death of Amelia Balmoral."
Visitations 7