"Paperweight" (Draco and Lucius gen drabble, G)
Originally posted at writing_game here.
This is a background drabble for “His Right-hand Man,” First Year in dracolives (The Hogwarts Chronicles, in which Draco Malfoy is the Boy Who Lived).
“Father?”
Lucius glanced up at his ten-year-old son, barely pausing in his perusal of magical contracts.
“If you can have anything your heart desires,” Draco began, voice tentative, “what would you wish for?”
Marking his place with a penknife, Lucius said, “At this moment, I merely wish for a paperweight to prevent these parchments from being blown off by the wind.”
Draco’s clear grey eyes considered his father’s still face. Minutes passed in silence. Biting his lip, the boy turned and faced the tall window next to the carved mahogany desk.
As always, the window was closed under locking wards.
[ AO3 ]
This is a background drabble for “His Right-hand Man,” First Year in dracolives (The Hogwarts Chronicles, in which Draco Malfoy is the Boy Who Lived).
“Father?”
Lucius glanced up at his ten-year-old son, barely pausing in his perusal of magical contracts.
“If you can have anything your heart desires,” Draco began, voice tentative, “what would you wish for?”
Marking his place with a penknife, Lucius said, “At this moment, I merely wish for a paperweight to prevent these parchments from being blown off by the wind.”
Draco’s clear grey eyes considered his father’s still face. Minutes passed in silence. Biting his lip, the boy turned and faced the tall window next to the carved mahogany desk.
As always, the window was closed under locking wards.
[ AO3 ]