Offer: Fic "Drabbles" for a dollar
Offer: Idea stolen from octopedingenue and others, I will write an original or fannish ficlet of no less than 100 words in the fandom (if applicable) of your choice. If you like it, please donate at least $1 to the charity of your choice. If you don't like it, let me know the fudgy bits and I'll give it another shot
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When Draco was fifteen, he fell in love a little, even if it was the worst idea ever. The only obvious solution to this was to humiliate the other boy into submission, but this tactic didn't work so well on one Harry Potter as it did on Pansy Parkinson the year previous. When he was turned into a ferret, Draco vowed that he was done with love. Done. And when he realized a couple years later--staring at Harry stupid, bloody Potter walked right into the arms of the enemy--that this wasn't quite true, it was already long too late. All Draco could try for was damage control.
After a couple of decades, a failed marriage, a fantastic son, and a lot of time to calm down, one morning Draco's son went missing with Harry Potter's. "What do you mean, missing?" Draco demanded. "This is unacceptable. I knew I should have sent Scorpius to Durmstrang!" Potter agreed with him, but Draco found himself almost missing Potter's shrew of a wife. If she had been alive, Draco was sure the staff would have been cowering before them at this point, and their sons recovered only minutes later.
Ten hours of unintended bonding (bonding, not bitching, no matter what the Headmistress muttered under her breath), and Draco had his precious only son back.
"We're blood brothers now," Albus said proudly, holding out his still bleeding hand.
"You could catch disease!" said Draco, not letting go of Scorpius, but waving his wand and healing spells Albus's way now that Scorpius's wounds were closed.
Potter hadn't stopped grinning since the boys had appeared, and their eyes met briefly. Potter's were still a vivid green. For a brief, crazy moment, it seemed almost as though that smile was intended just for Draco.
"Would you like to have dinner together?" Draco asked before he could stop himself.
"Yes!" both boys clamored at once.
"It seems we have to," Potter said once they had gotten the boys quieted down, but his voice was neither grudging or disappointed, and Draco had to wonder if maybe rather than too late, the timing was only just now right.
And then Albus put his grubby hands on Scorpius and went running off toward the lake, and Draco was intent only on making certain that they came back "Right this instant!" because Merlin knew they were going to be killed and eaten by the squid or something.
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