Challenge #69: Word Table // Challenge #60: New Beginnings
Challenge #69: Word Table
Title: Learning As You Go
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Draco, Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco’s starting to realize that not everything you learn when you are young stands as truth as you grow older.
Word Count: 703 words
Author's Notes: I really wanted to finish all six prompts for this as I had an ~idea in mind, but ran out of time. :(
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1. Trust
When Draco was young his father taught him many things. From spells, to etiquette, to the proper way to mount a broom. The one lesson that stuck out the most though, was on the subject of trust.
“Never trust anyone, Draco. Not even family.”
He hadn’t been sure what his father had meant at the time. Surely he couldn’t be telling Draco to distrust him. The thought alone was inconceivable. Still, it became a corner stone for every interaction he had, for every acquaintance made. Draco Malfoy didn’t have friends; and he didn’t need them. Not as long as he had his family.
It wasn’t until he returned home, days after that blasted Harry Potter appeared outside the maze, clutching Cedric Diggory’s body, babbling on about the Dark Lord’s return that he begin to suss out what his father was trying to teach him. His father never answered him when he asked if the Dark Lord has truly returned. And Draco was beginning to think he didn’t want to know the answer.
2. Accio
“Nothing I ever do is good enough,” Draco thought grumpily to himself as the spell he had been trying to cast merely fizzled at the end of his wand.
Hermione Granger was once again top of their class and Draco had learned long ago that second place was meaningless. Other Pure Bloods, like Pansy and Blaise, spent their summers on the Continent or even perusing the shops in Diagon Alley. Draco had spend the last four summers reading books and trying to get ahead before the school year even begun.
He had seen Potter do it when facing the dragons. It was a simple enough spell if he was trying to find his tie, or was too lazy to reach over and grab something. But doing this, summoning his broom from his room while standing at the edge of the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch was just impossible.
“Potter must have cheated! There is no way accio did what he said it did.”
“You calling me a liar, Malfoy?”
Draco spun on his heal, turning in place to see Potter standing there, arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. That wasn’t all Draco saw though. He knew the value of picking up on subtle cues; the twitch of a hand or the tapping of a foot. Potter look tired. No, not just tired; he looked exhausted.
“What’s it to you, Potter?”
Potter shrugged. “Guess it doesn’t matter. I’m used to being called a liar by now.”
Malfoy considered retorting with a cutting insult, but then thought better of it. “Prove it to me.”
Harry arched his brow. “Prove what? That I’m a liar?”
“No, you dolt! Prove to me that you didn’t cheat. Show me how you did it.”
Harry took a wary step forward. “You want me to teach you? Teach you magic?”
“Yes!” Draco replied testily, rolling his eyes. “As much as it pains me to say this, if anyone can teach me this stupid spell over long distances, it’s you.”
Harry stood there, mouth agape.
“Well? Are you going to teach me or not?” Draco resisted stamping his foot, but only just.
“All right,” Harry nodded, and for the first time ever, he smiled at Draco.
3. Terrified
Draco Malfoy was terrified. Waking up from what could be construed as a nightmare, hands shaking and sweat on his brow. He wasn’t a stranger to dreams like this, dreams of hands against his skin, that funny feeling at the pit of his stomach that he didn’t care to name. Those were just dreams though. This was a nightmare.
He sat up, running his hand over his face and tried to figure out what to do. The first option was easy enough; ignore it. The second option was to consider why he had dreamed what he did. He was sure that old quack Trelawney had some book buried in her classroom about dream interpretation. He could just look and see what it means to have that sort of dream about one’s mortal enemy. The third option was too ridiculous to even consider.
He plopped back down on his bed with a groan. “I can’t believe I had a sex dream about Potter.”
Word Count points: 703/30= 23.4 = 23
Bonus Points: 10
Challenge #60: New Beginnings
Title: Name Unknown
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Draco, Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco plans for his future in the only way he knows how.
Word Count: 243 words
Author's Notes: This is sort of the other side of the coin to a longer fic I am planning on writing. The fic has to be in Harry’s POV, but as I originally wanted to write in Draco’s, I thought I’d write little bits and pieces from Draco’s side of things just for fun.
Registered purchases?: Both!
Just on the edge of town where Diagon Alley met open road sat a little shop, long forgotten and looked over by the residents of Wizarding London. It had been years since someone saw fit to fill the store with something other than dust and mismatched broken furniture, but Draco Malfoy intended to bring the shop's long slumber to an end.
According to the realtor it had been the first Apothecary Diagon Alley had seen, serving Wizards and Witches from all factions of magic. It's doors had closed during the war with Grindlewald around the same time any shop of questionable nature was shoved into the cramped confines of Knockturn Alley. He looked up at the faded sign hanging just off its hinges above the door, proudly stating it's many years in service, though the name of the shop had been scratched off and replaced with an unspeakable slur. Draco supposed most people didn't give the shuttered windows a second glance. It was easier to ignore that which was unpleasant, he knew. Draco didn't have that option; at least not anymore.
It wasn’t the future he imagined for himself. He wasn’t even sure it was the one he wanted. But he knew he had to do something and somehow this little dingy room was the one something he could scrap up from the mess his father had made of their name.
With a small nod, he turned to the realtor. "I'll take it."
Word Count points: 243/30 = 8.1 = 8
Bonus Points: 10
33+18 = 51
51 points total
Lisa//Gryffindor
Title: Learning As You Go
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Draco, Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco’s starting to realize that not everything you learn when you are young stands as truth as you grow older.
Word Count: 703 words
Author's Notes: I really wanted to finish all six prompts for this as I had an ~idea in mind, but ran out of time. :(
Registered purchases?: Both!
1. Trust
When Draco was young his father taught him many things. From spells, to etiquette, to the proper way to mount a broom. The one lesson that stuck out the most though, was on the subject of trust.
“Never trust anyone, Draco. Not even family.”
He hadn’t been sure what his father had meant at the time. Surely he couldn’t be telling Draco to distrust him. The thought alone was inconceivable. Still, it became a corner stone for every interaction he had, for every acquaintance made. Draco Malfoy didn’t have friends; and he didn’t need them. Not as long as he had his family.
It wasn’t until he returned home, days after that blasted Harry Potter appeared outside the maze, clutching Cedric Diggory’s body, babbling on about the Dark Lord’s return that he begin to suss out what his father was trying to teach him. His father never answered him when he asked if the Dark Lord has truly returned. And Draco was beginning to think he didn’t want to know the answer.
2. Accio
“Nothing I ever do is good enough,” Draco thought grumpily to himself as the spell he had been trying to cast merely fizzled at the end of his wand.
Hermione Granger was once again top of their class and Draco had learned long ago that second place was meaningless. Other Pure Bloods, like Pansy and Blaise, spent their summers on the Continent or even perusing the shops in Diagon Alley. Draco had spend the last four summers reading books and trying to get ahead before the school year even begun.
He had seen Potter do it when facing the dragons. It was a simple enough spell if he was trying to find his tie, or was too lazy to reach over and grab something. But doing this, summoning his broom from his room while standing at the edge of the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch was just impossible.
“Potter must have cheated! There is no way accio did what he said it did.”
“You calling me a liar, Malfoy?”
Draco spun on his heal, turning in place to see Potter standing there, arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. That wasn’t all Draco saw though. He knew the value of picking up on subtle cues; the twitch of a hand or the tapping of a foot. Potter look tired. No, not just tired; he looked exhausted.
“What’s it to you, Potter?”
Potter shrugged. “Guess it doesn’t matter. I’m used to being called a liar by now.”
Malfoy considered retorting with a cutting insult, but then thought better of it. “Prove it to me.”
Harry arched his brow. “Prove what? That I’m a liar?”
“No, you dolt! Prove to me that you didn’t cheat. Show me how you did it.”
Harry took a wary step forward. “You want me to teach you? Teach you magic?”
“Yes!” Draco replied testily, rolling his eyes. “As much as it pains me to say this, if anyone can teach me this stupid spell over long distances, it’s you.”
Harry stood there, mouth agape.
“Well? Are you going to teach me or not?” Draco resisted stamping his foot, but only just.
“All right,” Harry nodded, and for the first time ever, he smiled at Draco.
3. Terrified
Draco Malfoy was terrified. Waking up from what could be construed as a nightmare, hands shaking and sweat on his brow. He wasn’t a stranger to dreams like this, dreams of hands against his skin, that funny feeling at the pit of his stomach that he didn’t care to name. Those were just dreams though. This was a nightmare.
He sat up, running his hand over his face and tried to figure out what to do. The first option was easy enough; ignore it. The second option was to consider why he had dreamed what he did. He was sure that old quack Trelawney had some book buried in her classroom about dream interpretation. He could just look and see what it means to have that sort of dream about one’s mortal enemy. The third option was too ridiculous to even consider.
He plopped back down on his bed with a groan. “I can’t believe I had a sex dream about Potter.”
Word Count points: 703/30= 23.4 = 23
Bonus Points: 10
Challenge #60: New Beginnings
Title: Name Unknown
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Draco, Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco plans for his future in the only way he knows how.
Word Count: 243 words
Author's Notes: This is sort of the other side of the coin to a longer fic I am planning on writing. The fic has to be in Harry’s POV, but as I originally wanted to write in Draco’s, I thought I’d write little bits and pieces from Draco’s side of things just for fun.
Registered purchases?: Both!
Just on the edge of town where Diagon Alley met open road sat a little shop, long forgotten and looked over by the residents of Wizarding London. It had been years since someone saw fit to fill the store with something other than dust and mismatched broken furniture, but Draco Malfoy intended to bring the shop's long slumber to an end.
According to the realtor it had been the first Apothecary Diagon Alley had seen, serving Wizards and Witches from all factions of magic. It's doors had closed during the war with Grindlewald around the same time any shop of questionable nature was shoved into the cramped confines of Knockturn Alley. He looked up at the faded sign hanging just off its hinges above the door, proudly stating it's many years in service, though the name of the shop had been scratched off and replaced with an unspeakable slur. Draco supposed most people didn't give the shuttered windows a second glance. It was easier to ignore that which was unpleasant, he knew. Draco didn't have that option; at least not anymore.
It wasn’t the future he imagined for himself. He wasn’t even sure it was the one he wanted. But he knew he had to do something and somehow this little dingy room was the one something he could scrap up from the mess his father had made of their name.
With a small nod, he turned to the realtor. "I'll take it."
Word Count points: 243/30 = 8.1 = 8
Bonus Points: 10
33+18 = 51
51 points total
Lisa//Gryffindor