Drabble: Imagination
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alisanneTitle: Imagination
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 100 x 4
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
kingsley100's prompt #85: Imagination. Kingsley makes a decision.
This is another in my so far unnamed Kingsey/Draco series (naming suggestions appreciated). Other parts are: The Art of Occlumency, Seeing Clearly, and Patronus Pride.
Betas:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Imagination
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Kingsley approached Draco’s office, intending to surprise him. Draco, however, wasn’t alone. “...he’s much older than you.”
Kingsley paused, hand on the knob.
“I appreciate your concern, Severus.” Draco’s voice was soft. “But my...relationship with Kingsley is our business.”
“Indeed.” Severus sounded resigned. “As I explained, I’m only mentioning this because your mother requested it, no other reason. She imagines you can still marry, redeem the Malfoy name.”
“The Shacklebolt family name’s respectable.”
Kingsley’s eyes widened.
“You plan to bond with him?”
Draco’s hesitation made Kingsley’s eyes narrow.
“I would if he asked,” Draco finally said.
Slowly, Kingsley smiled.
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“And how can you claim he’s too old for me?” Draco continued. “You’re marrying Potter.”
Severus sighed. “And I imagine that if his parents were alive, they would be as worried about him as yours are about you.”
Draco snorted. “No doubt. Although I notice you’re not letting that thought stop you.”
Kingsley smiled. Point to Draco.
Severus hummed. “Touché. Well, I consider my duty discharged. And should you decide to marry Shacklebolt, do warn me.”
“Why, so you can be far away when I tell my parents?”
Severus chuckled. “Indeed.”
“Don’t worry. We’ve no such plans.”
Kingsley smiled. Yet.
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Kingsley cleared his throat, walking in. “Severus. Draco.”
“Kingsley,” Severus said.
Draco just smiled.
“Are you ready, Draco?” Kingsley asked.
“Ready?” Draco pursed his lips. “Do we have plans tonight?”
Kingsley smiled. “I managed to get tickets for the British Quidditch Cup final tonight.”
Draco’s eyes widened. “That’s been sold out for weeks.”
“One of the perks of my post,” said Kingsley.
Severus snorted. “I’ll leave you to your...evening.”
Kingsley smirked. “Aren’t you and Harry attending as well? Since he’s such a fan, I imagined we’d see you there.”
Severus’ eyes widened. “Salazar.”
Draco coughed. “See you later, Severus.”
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“You’re cruel,” Draco chortled once Severus had left.
“I can’t imagine why you’d say that,” Kingsley deadpanned.
Draco laughed. “Severus barely tolerates Quidditch and you know it.”
Kingsley hummed, walking towards him. “Now that you mention that, I recall something to that effect.”
When Kingsley embraced him, Draco sagged in his arms. “You overheard us, didn’t you?” he asked softly.
Kingsley sighed. “Yes. And we need to talk--”
“I know,” Draco interrupted, moving out of his arms. “But not now.” He smirked. “Tonight is for Quidditch and...other imaginative things.”
Kingsley nodded. “Very well.” But we’ll discuss the other soon.
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Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 100 x 4
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for
kingsley100's prompt #85: Imagination. Kingsley makes a decision.This is another in my so far unnamed Kingsey/Draco series (naming suggestions appreciated). Other parts are: The Art of Occlumency, Seeing Clearly, and Patronus Pride.
Betas:
sevfan and emynn.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Imagination
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Kingsley approached Draco’s office, intending to surprise him. Draco, however, wasn’t alone. “...he’s much older than you.”
Kingsley paused, hand on the knob.
“I appreciate your concern, Severus.” Draco’s voice was soft. “But my...relationship with Kingsley is our business.”
“Indeed.” Severus sounded resigned. “As I explained, I’m only mentioning this because your mother requested it, no other reason. She imagines you can still marry, redeem the Malfoy name.”
“The Shacklebolt family name’s respectable.”
Kingsley’s eyes widened.
“You plan to bond with him?”
Draco’s hesitation made Kingsley’s eyes narrow.
“I would if he asked,” Draco finally said.
Slowly, Kingsley smiled.
~
“And how can you claim he’s too old for me?” Draco continued. “You’re marrying Potter.”
Severus sighed. “And I imagine that if his parents were alive, they would be as worried about him as yours are about you.”
Draco snorted. “No doubt. Although I notice you’re not letting that thought stop you.”
Kingsley smiled. Point to Draco.
Severus hummed. “Touché. Well, I consider my duty discharged. And should you decide to marry Shacklebolt, do warn me.”
“Why, so you can be far away when I tell my parents?”
Severus chuckled. “Indeed.”
“Don’t worry. We’ve no such plans.”
Kingsley smiled. Yet.
~
Kingsley cleared his throat, walking in. “Severus. Draco.”
“Kingsley,” Severus said.
Draco just smiled.
“Are you ready, Draco?” Kingsley asked.
“Ready?” Draco pursed his lips. “Do we have plans tonight?”
Kingsley smiled. “I managed to get tickets for the British Quidditch Cup final tonight.”
Draco’s eyes widened. “That’s been sold out for weeks.”
“One of the perks of my post,” said Kingsley.
Severus snorted. “I’ll leave you to your...evening.”
Kingsley smirked. “Aren’t you and Harry attending as well? Since he’s such a fan, I imagined we’d see you there.”
Severus’ eyes widened. “Salazar.”
Draco coughed. “See you later, Severus.”
~
“You’re cruel,” Draco chortled once Severus had left.
“I can’t imagine why you’d say that,” Kingsley deadpanned.
Draco laughed. “Severus barely tolerates Quidditch and you know it.”
Kingsley hummed, walking towards him. “Now that you mention that, I recall something to that effect.”
When Kingsley embraced him, Draco sagged in his arms. “You overheard us, didn’t you?” he asked softly.
Kingsley sighed. “Yes. And we need to talk--”
“I know,” Draco interrupted, moving out of his arms. “But not now.” He smirked. “Tonight is for Quidditch and...other imaginative things.”
Kingsley nodded. “Very well.” But we’ll discuss the other soon.
~
