Not a Child - Part 11B of A Different View
Second installment of A Different View for today ...
Title: Not a Child (11B/15 of A Different View)
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG
Word Count: 543
Pairing/Characters: Draco, Harry, Narcissa
Challenges: AWDT's prompt of "Too Much Christmas Spirit," harrylovesdraco's "Something to do with Christmas," and my GJ 100_prompts entry #023 - "Arrows".
Summary: Draco is unimpressed with being treated like a child.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
To see all parts of A Different View, click here.
Storming towards the kitchen, Draco tried not to let his anger get the better of him. The nerve of his mother, dismissing him like that! She wasn't exactly subtle about it, asking him to check on dinner. Like she couldn't have summoned a house-elf directly to the sitting room!
He had always hated this side of his mother. She was over-protective and it was embarrassing. She had pulled stunts like this as far back as he could remember. Of course, when he was very young, he imagined that she pre-screened all his potential friends before he ever met them face-to-face. When he started at Hogwarts and invited friends to visit, she would always find some sort of excuse for him to leave the room so she could interrogate them.
Over the years, there were a few that obviously hadn't passed whatever test she had administered. His fury started to dissipate as embarrassment took over. What would she be asking Harry now?
He returned to the sitting room as soon as he was told dinner was ready.
"... now I feel that there's something to look forward to, someone that I can celebrate the season with," Harry's voice carried from the sitting room. Draco felt his irritation subside a little, as he hoped Harry had been talking about him.
"Dinner is ready," Draco announced. Turning on his mother, he asked, "Are you quite done interrogating my friend, Mother?"
Narcissa looked completely unaffected by his comment, ignoring the arrows of indignation he was shooting her way. She sauntered over and said, "For now." Honestly! The woman was infuriating.
Resisting the urge to partake in a little too much Christmas spirit, Draco remained on his guard throughout the meal. Dinner progressed nicely until dessert was served.
"I have to say, Harry, that I was quite concerned about Draco going to work at Hogwarts. I didn't think very many Slytherins were contributing."
"Actually, I believe Draco is the only Slytherin from our year. Most of the helpers are from my house, with a few from the other two."
"And how are they treating him?"
"Alright, Mother, that's enough!" Draco interrupted. "I am not a child, and I'd thank you not to speak as though I'm not in the room!"
Harry's hand came out to rest over Draco's. He turned to look at a smirking Harry, who squeezed his hand.
"Draco, don't be too upset. She's your mother. She cares about you. And I suspect she has a pretty good idea of the welcome you received." Harry looked at Narcissa and nodded. "She also probably realizes that you won't tell her anything, so she has to find out from somewhere else."
Harry's hand was still on his own, and he was smiling that slightly crooked, unbelievably endearing smile of his. Draco suddenly found himself unable to stay angry with Harry in the room. He gave Harry's hand a squeeze back and drew his away.
"Harry, would you please excuse us for a minute?"
"Oh, sure," Harry said. "I'll just go into the sitting room." As he walked past Draco, he laid a hand on his shoulder. Draco felt a tingle spread down his arm and ...
"Go easy on her, yeah? She loves you." Then he left.
~ Part 12 - I Think of You
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Title: Not a Child (11B/15 of A Different View)
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG
Word Count: 543
Pairing/Characters: Draco, Harry, Narcissa
Challenges: AWDT's prompt of "Too Much Christmas Spirit," harrylovesdraco's "Something to do with Christmas," and my GJ 100_prompts entry #023 - "Arrows".
Summary: Draco is unimpressed with being treated like a child.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
To see all parts of A Different View, click here.
Storming towards the kitchen, Draco tried not to let his anger get the better of him. The nerve of his mother, dismissing him like that! She wasn't exactly subtle about it, asking him to check on dinner. Like she couldn't have summoned a house-elf directly to the sitting room!
He had always hated this side of his mother. She was over-protective and it was embarrassing. She had pulled stunts like this as far back as he could remember. Of course, when he was very young, he imagined that she pre-screened all his potential friends before he ever met them face-to-face. When he started at Hogwarts and invited friends to visit, she would always find some sort of excuse for him to leave the room so she could interrogate them.
Over the years, there were a few that obviously hadn't passed whatever test she had administered. His fury started to dissipate as embarrassment took over. What would she be asking Harry now?
He returned to the sitting room as soon as he was told dinner was ready.
"... now I feel that there's something to look forward to, someone that I can celebrate the season with," Harry's voice carried from the sitting room. Draco felt his irritation subside a little, as he hoped Harry had been talking about him.
"Dinner is ready," Draco announced. Turning on his mother, he asked, "Are you quite done interrogating my friend, Mother?"
Narcissa looked completely unaffected by his comment, ignoring the arrows of indignation he was shooting her way. She sauntered over and said, "For now." Honestly! The woman was infuriating.
Resisting the urge to partake in a little too much Christmas spirit, Draco remained on his guard throughout the meal. Dinner progressed nicely until dessert was served.
"I have to say, Harry, that I was quite concerned about Draco going to work at Hogwarts. I didn't think very many Slytherins were contributing."
"Actually, I believe Draco is the only Slytherin from our year. Most of the helpers are from my house, with a few from the other two."
"And how are they treating him?"
"Alright, Mother, that's enough!" Draco interrupted. "I am not a child, and I'd thank you not to speak as though I'm not in the room!"
Harry's hand came out to rest over Draco's. He turned to look at a smirking Harry, who squeezed his hand.
"Draco, don't be too upset. She's your mother. She cares about you. And I suspect she has a pretty good idea of the welcome you received." Harry looked at Narcissa and nodded. "She also probably realizes that you won't tell her anything, so she has to find out from somewhere else."
Harry's hand was still on his own, and he was smiling that slightly crooked, unbelievably endearing smile of his. Draco suddenly found himself unable to stay angry with Harry in the room. He gave Harry's hand a squeeze back and drew his away.
"Harry, would you please excuse us for a minute?"
"Oh, sure," Harry said. "I'll just go into the sitting room." As he walked past Draco, he laid a hand on his shoulder. Draco felt a tingle spread down his arm and ...
"Go easy on her, yeah? She loves you." Then he left.
~ Part 12 - I Think of You
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