I Think of You - Part 12 of A Different View
Title: I Think of You (12/15 of A Different View)
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 512
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Challenges: AWDT's prompt of "Candy Canes," and my GJ 100_prompts entry #071 - "scars".
Summary: Draco takes some time to cool off after dinner with Narcissa.
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.
"Thanks for getting me out of there," Draco said as they arrived back at Grimmauld Place.
"It wasn't that bad."
"Harry, with all due respect, she's a nightmare!"
"No, Draco, with all due respect, and no offence meant, your father was a nightmare."
"Point."
"Your mother is ... well, sweet."
Draco laughed. "Don't ever let Narcissa hear you say that! She'll hex off your bollocks in a heartbeat."
Harry chuckled. "You're probably right. Besides, I've never seen her be sweet before; I think she reserves it all for you."
"And, apparently you too."
"What can I say? I'm adorable." He batted his eyelashes for effect.
"Ha, ha. Very cute."
"Why thank you for noticing!"
"Shut it, you."
"Oh, seriously, she just loves you and wants to make sure no one hurts you ever again. She has good reason."
"But I'm an adult. Besides, you'd never hurt anyone."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Harry offered.
"Okay, I've seen you angry. But I know you'd never hurt me. Not any more."
"That's true, but your mother doesn't know that. We fought most of our lives, and you have the scars to prove it. You can't blame her for being wary."
"Fine, but that doesn't excuse her treating me like a child."
"She's your mother. You're her child."
"Look, Harry, I don't mean to be insensitive, but how would you know?"
"A mother would do anything for her children. My mother died for me. Your mother lied to Voldemort for you. Ginny's mother killed for her. And Molly Weasley dotes on every one of her children, including her dragon taming and curse breaking sons who are older that you are. Don't hate Narcissa for it."
"I don't hate her," Draco grudgingly admitted. "But I'm entitled to be annoyed with her."
"Fair enough. So stay here until she doesn't annoy you any more."
"Shall I go pack my things and move in now, then?"
"Very funny. How about a cup of tea?"
"Sure, thanks."
Draco followed Harry into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. "What are these for?" he asked, picking up a box of candy canes.
"Oh, I picked them up the other day for us to put on the tree."
"The tree?"
"Yeah, I thought our tree could use a little extra adornment."
"Our tree?"
"Of course, our tree. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have a tree. You helped me find it, cut it down, bring it in, set it up and decorate it. It's as much your tree as it is mine." Harry smiled. "Every time I look at it, I think of you."
The words had just fallen out of his mouth without him thinking. Well, what else was new really? Harry could feel his face turn pink, so he busied himself preparing the tea.
He was shuffling things around so noisily, he only noticed Draco when he was right behind him. Harry could feel Draco's breath on his ear as he whispered, "And what exactly do you think of when you think of me, Harry?"
~ Part 12B - When You Think of Me
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Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 512
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Challenges: AWDT's prompt of "Candy Canes," and my GJ 100_prompts entry #071 - "scars".
Summary: Draco takes some time to cool off after dinner with Narcissa.
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.
"Thanks for getting me out of there," Draco said as they arrived back at Grimmauld Place.
"It wasn't that bad."
"Harry, with all due respect, she's a nightmare!"
"No, Draco, with all due respect, and no offence meant, your father was a nightmare."
"Point."
"Your mother is ... well, sweet."
Draco laughed. "Don't ever let Narcissa hear you say that! She'll hex off your bollocks in a heartbeat."
Harry chuckled. "You're probably right. Besides, I've never seen her be sweet before; I think she reserves it all for you."
"And, apparently you too."
"What can I say? I'm adorable." He batted his eyelashes for effect.
"Ha, ha. Very cute."
"Why thank you for noticing!"
"Shut it, you."
"Oh, seriously, she just loves you and wants to make sure no one hurts you ever again. She has good reason."
"But I'm an adult. Besides, you'd never hurt anyone."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Harry offered.
"Okay, I've seen you angry. But I know you'd never hurt me. Not any more."
"That's true, but your mother doesn't know that. We fought most of our lives, and you have the scars to prove it. You can't blame her for being wary."
"Fine, but that doesn't excuse her treating me like a child."
"She's your mother. You're her child."
"Look, Harry, I don't mean to be insensitive, but how would you know?"
"A mother would do anything for her children. My mother died for me. Your mother lied to Voldemort for you. Ginny's mother killed for her. And Molly Weasley dotes on every one of her children, including her dragon taming and curse breaking sons who are older that you are. Don't hate Narcissa for it."
"I don't hate her," Draco grudgingly admitted. "But I'm entitled to be annoyed with her."
"Fair enough. So stay here until she doesn't annoy you any more."
"Shall I go pack my things and move in now, then?"
"Very funny. How about a cup of tea?"
"Sure, thanks."
Draco followed Harry into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. "What are these for?" he asked, picking up a box of candy canes.
"Oh, I picked them up the other day for us to put on the tree."
"The tree?"
"Yeah, I thought our tree could use a little extra adornment."
"Our tree?"
"Of course, our tree. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have a tree. You helped me find it, cut it down, bring it in, set it up and decorate it. It's as much your tree as it is mine." Harry smiled. "Every time I look at it, I think of you."
The words had just fallen out of his mouth without him thinking. Well, what else was new really? Harry could feel his face turn pink, so he busied himself preparing the tea.
He was shuffling things around so noisily, he only noticed Draco when he was right behind him. Harry could feel Draco's breath on his ear as he whispered, "And what exactly do you think of when you think of me, Harry?"
~ Part 12B - When You Think of Me
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