Fic: Homecoming - Part 17
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alisanneTitle: Homecoming - Part 17
Author:alisanne
Word count: 775
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #17: Red and Green Fairy Lights.
Summary: Harry arms himself.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 17 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 16 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 17
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They landed in Grimmauld Place’s fireplace, Harry stumbling out of the Floo as usual. He didn’t fall, however, since Draco was holding on to him. “Thanks,” he said.
Draco nodded, but didn't answer. His wand was out, his eyes alert as they swept the room. “Looks like someone’s been here,” he said, nodding at the green and red fairy lights adorning the fireplace mantel. There was also a decked out Christmas tree in the corner. “Unless you decorated before you were hexed?”
Harry frowned. “I don’t think so—”
There was a creak at the door, and Draco’s wand came up. “Come out where we can see you,” he snapped.
Kreacher entered the room, blinking up at them. “Master Harry Potter is back.”
Exhaling, Draco lowered his wand.
“Yes.” Harry stepped forward. “Did you decorate the house, Kreacher?”
“Yes, master. As is traditional.”
“Okay.” Harry bit his lip. “Has anyone else been here since I’ve been gone?”
“Master’s blood traitor and Mudblood—” Kreacher scowled when Harry frowned, “—I mean master’s friends called through the Floo, but did not visit since master was not here.”
Harry nodded. “Fine. You may go, we’ll call if we need you.”
Bowing, Kreacher hobbled out of the room, muttering.
“Charming,” said Draco once they were alone.
Harry shrugged. “He’s set in his ways. I’ve given up trying to change him. At least he corrects himself when he’s being casually racist.”
“Right.” Draco’s eyes narrowed. “There are lots of nooks and crannies here. Do you have any idea where you hid the wand, or are we going to have to do a comprehensive search? Because if so, we may be a while.”
“I know where I last put it,” Harry said. “And since we know we’re the only ones in the house, I should be safe. You wait here.”
Draco nodded. “All right, but hurry. This place is creepy.”
“Have you never been here before?” Harry asked.
“Yes, as a kid.” Draco shuddered. “It was creepy then, too.”
Smiling, Harry grasped Draco’s arm, pulling him close. Leaning in, he kissed him softly. The kiss only remained gentle for a moment, however, before turning sensual and deep. Harry’s hand came up to cup the back of Draco’s neck as he thoroughly explored his mouth.
When they parted, Draco’s expression was gratifyingly dazed. “There,” said Harry. “Better?”
Draco licked his lips. “The house is still creepy,” he said. “But my mind is now on other things, if that was your intent.”
“It was.” Kissing the corner of Draco’s mouth, Harry spun away before he got distracted again. “I’ll be right back.”
The wand was hidden and warded and in the exact place Harry had left it. When he picked it up, it warmed in his hand; he could feel its power thrumming through him.
Sliding it into his pocket, Harry then checked on the Cloak. It was, as always, in the back of his closet, also warded against discovery. Fingering its heavy, liquid folds, Harry pondered taking it with him. Then, shaking his head, he left it. Why take the chance? And, since he’d retrieved the Stone from the Forbidden Forest and placed it in the Potter vault, he was going to assume it was safe.
When he got back downstairs, Draco was inspecting the Christmas cards on the mantel. “You got a Christmas card from McGonagall?” he asked, not turning around as Harry walked in.
“Yes, I get one every year.” Harry crossed the room and embraced Draco from behind. Resting his chin on Draco’s shoulder, he murmured, “I also get one from Slughorn, Hagrid, and Flitwick.”
“Teacher’s pet. At least I get one from Severus,” said Draco, tone dry.
Harry laughed. “I’d check anything I got from Snape for bombs.”
Draco chuckled. Turning in Harry’s embrace, he looped his arms around Harry’s neck, rubbing his thumb up over the sensitive skin there. “So, since you don’t seem upset, I take it you found it?”
“Yes.” Harry exhaled. “It was right where I left it.”
“Good.” Draco raised an eyebrow. “I also take it you’re not carrying the other Hallows with you? Because I think that would be a bad idea.”
Harry shook his head. “They’re not all here anyway, but I agree with you, so I’m leaving them in their hiding places for now.”
Draco hummed. “Good.” He smiled faintly. “On to the next stop, then?”
“Yeah.” Harry leaned in. “In a minute, though, all right?”
Draco laughed softly, and as Harry’s lips brushed against his, he whispered, “We really need to work on your priorities, Harry.”
“Whatever,” Harry murmured, gathering Draco closer. “Personally, I think my priorities are just fine.”
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Part 18 (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 775
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #17: Red and Green Fairy Lights. Summary: Harry arms himself.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: This is part 17 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 16 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 17
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They landed in Grimmauld Place’s fireplace, Harry stumbling out of the Floo as usual. He didn’t fall, however, since Draco was holding on to him. “Thanks,” he said.
Draco nodded, but didn't answer. His wand was out, his eyes alert as they swept the room. “Looks like someone’s been here,” he said, nodding at the green and red fairy lights adorning the fireplace mantel. There was also a decked out Christmas tree in the corner. “Unless you decorated before you were hexed?”
Harry frowned. “I don’t think so—”
There was a creak at the door, and Draco’s wand came up. “Come out where we can see you,” he snapped.
Kreacher entered the room, blinking up at them. “Master Harry Potter is back.”
Exhaling, Draco lowered his wand.
“Yes.” Harry stepped forward. “Did you decorate the house, Kreacher?”
“Yes, master. As is traditional.”
“Okay.” Harry bit his lip. “Has anyone else been here since I’ve been gone?”
“Master’s blood traitor and Mudblood—” Kreacher scowled when Harry frowned, “—I mean master’s friends called through the Floo, but did not visit since master was not here.”
Harry nodded. “Fine. You may go, we’ll call if we need you.”
Bowing, Kreacher hobbled out of the room, muttering.
“Charming,” said Draco once they were alone.
Harry shrugged. “He’s set in his ways. I’ve given up trying to change him. At least he corrects himself when he’s being casually racist.”
“Right.” Draco’s eyes narrowed. “There are lots of nooks and crannies here. Do you have any idea where you hid the wand, or are we going to have to do a comprehensive search? Because if so, we may be a while.”
“I know where I last put it,” Harry said. “And since we know we’re the only ones in the house, I should be safe. You wait here.”
Draco nodded. “All right, but hurry. This place is creepy.”
“Have you never been here before?” Harry asked.
“Yes, as a kid.” Draco shuddered. “It was creepy then, too.”
Smiling, Harry grasped Draco’s arm, pulling him close. Leaning in, he kissed him softly. The kiss only remained gentle for a moment, however, before turning sensual and deep. Harry’s hand came up to cup the back of Draco’s neck as he thoroughly explored his mouth.
When they parted, Draco’s expression was gratifyingly dazed. “There,” said Harry. “Better?”
Draco licked his lips. “The house is still creepy,” he said. “But my mind is now on other things, if that was your intent.”
“It was.” Kissing the corner of Draco’s mouth, Harry spun away before he got distracted again. “I’ll be right back.”
The wand was hidden and warded and in the exact place Harry had left it. When he picked it up, it warmed in his hand; he could feel its power thrumming through him.
Sliding it into his pocket, Harry then checked on the Cloak. It was, as always, in the back of his closet, also warded against discovery. Fingering its heavy, liquid folds, Harry pondered taking it with him. Then, shaking his head, he left it. Why take the chance? And, since he’d retrieved the Stone from the Forbidden Forest and placed it in the Potter vault, he was going to assume it was safe.
When he got back downstairs, Draco was inspecting the Christmas cards on the mantel. “You got a Christmas card from McGonagall?” he asked, not turning around as Harry walked in.
“Yes, I get one every year.” Harry crossed the room and embraced Draco from behind. Resting his chin on Draco’s shoulder, he murmured, “I also get one from Slughorn, Hagrid, and Flitwick.”
“Teacher’s pet. At least I get one from Severus,” said Draco, tone dry.
Harry laughed. “I’d check anything I got from Snape for bombs.”
Draco chuckled. Turning in Harry’s embrace, he looped his arms around Harry’s neck, rubbing his thumb up over the sensitive skin there. “So, since you don’t seem upset, I take it you found it?”
“Yes.” Harry exhaled. “It was right where I left it.”
“Good.” Draco raised an eyebrow. “I also take it you’re not carrying the other Hallows with you? Because I think that would be a bad idea.”
Harry shook his head. “They’re not all here anyway, but I agree with you, so I’m leaving them in their hiding places for now.”
Draco hummed. “Good.” He smiled faintly. “On to the next stop, then?”
“Yeah.” Harry leaned in. “In a minute, though, all right?”
Draco laughed softly, and as Harry’s lips brushed against his, he whispered, “We really need to work on your priorities, Harry.”
“Whatever,” Harry murmured, gathering Draco closer. “Personally, I think my priorities are just fine.”
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Part 18 (LJ/IJ/DW)
