Gift, part 1arsenicjadeMarch 31 2006, 05:25:13 UTC
It was, Draco knew, a complete fluke that the book arrived on his birthday.
The book was about wizarding investing techniques, and how to implement them with other people's money.
The book was the first book he'd owned in seven years, four months and thirteen days.
The book was the first thing anybody had given him in a little over six years.
The last "gift" had been from his mother as she was dying in Azkaban. In his arms.
Accidental or not, this was a better gift. Draco read it from cover to cover. It was dry and a little too basic--Father had taught him quite a bit about how to water, feed and grow the money trees, after all--and he loved every second of it.
When he was done, he read it a second time.
*His meeting with Granger was on Monday, every Monday at nine in the morning. Granger didn't like tardiness, but neither did Draco, really, so it all worked out
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Re: Gift, part 2arsenicjadeMarch 31 2006, 05:25:42 UTC
Draco was never busy when he wasn't working. He tried to come up with alternative plans so as to skip out without having to mope around his flat, but moping around somewhere else by himself seemed even more pathetic, so Draco found the pub that Granger had told him about, asked the barkeep for the stiffest drink he kept on hand, and took it in one go before sitting down at a table full of people who really didn't like him.
Granger said, "You came."
The Weasel said, "Oh, hey."
Potter said, "I don't supposed you’d be willing to talk to me about some of the things I've been thinking about doing with my money?"
Little Weasel said, "Harry, geez."
Neville said, "What in the bloody hell are you drinking?"
And that was how Draco became part of the Saturday Team.
*He became part of a very different team the day the Weasel--whom Draco had secretly, naughtily begun to think of as Ron--ordered him a drink and said quietly, "Hermione and I thought you might come over for dinner
( ... )
After the delivery owl finally showed up at his flat with that book, Neville spent three days waffling over exactly how he was going to handle it. He didn't think someone pushing thirty should be blushing quite this hard every time he caught a glimpse of the cover. And he knew that he needed to get a grip on himself - and that thought made him blush harder for a moment - before he made the attempt to share it with his lover
( ... )
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The book was about wizarding investing techniques, and how to implement them with other people's money.
The book was the first book he'd owned in seven years, four months and thirteen days.
The book was the first thing anybody had given him in a little over six years.
The last "gift" had been from his mother as she was dying in Azkaban. In his arms.
Accidental or not, this was a better gift. Draco read it from cover to cover. It was dry and a little too basic--Father had taught him quite a bit about how to water, feed and grow the money trees, after all--and he loved every second of it.
When he was done, he read it a second time.
*His meeting with Granger was on Monday, every Monday at nine in the morning. Granger didn't like tardiness, but neither did Draco, really, so it all worked out ( ... )
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Granger said, "You came."
The Weasel said, "Oh, hey."
Potter said, "I don't supposed you’d be willing to talk to me about some of the things I've been thinking about doing with my money?"
Little Weasel said, "Harry, geez."
Neville said, "What in the bloody hell are you drinking?"
And that was how Draco became part of the Saturday Team.
*He became part of a very different team the day the Weasel--whom Draco had secretly, naughtily begun to think of as Ron--ordered him a drink and said quietly, "Hermione and I thought you might come over for dinner ( ... )
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