Fic: Homecoming - Part 20
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alisanneTitle: Homecoming - Part 20
Author:alisanne
Word count: 665
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle.
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slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #20: Cups of hot cocoa.
Summary: The boys decide on a course of action.
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 20 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 19 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 20
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“Umbridge is behind all this?” Harry shook his head. “What the fuck?”
“That is the question.” Draco eyed Goyle. “And she didn’t say what specifically she wants from Harry?”
Goyle shrugged. “Like I said, she pays well, so I didn’t ask.”
Draco sighed. “Any clue what she could want from you?” he asked Harry.
Harry sank down onto a chair. “The only thing I ever took from her was a locket of Voldemort’s, and only because it was a…Dark artefact.” He exhaled. “In order to destroy him, I had to destroy it. So if that’s what she wants, she’s out of luck.”
“Nothing else?” asked Draco.
“Not that I recall.” Harry pursed his lips. “Whatever happened to the stuff in her office?”
Draco shrugged. “No idea. I assume it all went back with her to the Ministry.”
“She’s mad,” declared Harry. He stood up. “And I guess I could go and see her and see if we can find out what she wants.”
“Not tonight, we’re not,” said Draco.
Harry blinked. We. “You want to go with me?”
Draco rolled his eyes and huffed. “As if I’d ever let you see that troll of a woman alone?”
Harry smiled. He was loving this protective side of Draco. “My hero.”
Draco blushed. “Shut up.” He cleared his throat and, clasping Harry’s arm, pulled him out of earshot of Goyle. “So are you going to report Greg?” he asked.
Harry bit his lip, glancing over at Goyle, who was still staring down at his hands. “Not sure I have a choice,” he said slowly. “He did attack and hex me, and I did lose some memories and a couple weeks of my magical life in the process.” He looked back at Draco. “Are you asking me not to?”
“No! Yes? Salazar, I don’t know what I’m asking,” Draco groaned. “I know what he did was wrong, but—”
“It was,” Harry agreed. He exhaled. “Still, I don’t think he was being especially malicious, so I suppose I can say he got caught up in something he didn’t understand. That could get him a commuted sentence.”
Draco nodded. “That’s fair.” He gestured around them. “What about this place?”
Harry shrugged. “It’s all evidence, so we should pack it all up, shrink it, and take it back to the DMLE for processing.”
Draco groaned. “And then can we sit down with some hot cocoa and put our feet up? I don’t know how you Aurors do this every day, this is exhausting.”
Harry laughed. “I’m afraid we’ll have to postpone fireside hot cocoa until another day. You said you’d go with me to the Burrow for dinner, remember?”
Draco blinked, then, his eyes narrowed. “If I recall correctly, I said I’d think about it.”
“Does that mean you’re refusing to go with me?” Harry asked. “I bet we could find some dark corner to snog if we try hard enough—”
“Circe’s tits,” Draco swore. “Of course I’m not refusing. It’s just…” he leaned in, “what if they hate me? I don’t have the best history with them.”
“They will love you,” promised Harry, tone husky. “Don’t worry about that.” How could they not, given how Harry felt about him?
Draco hummed. “Fine, I’m holding you to that.” He turned towards Goyle. “Right, time to pack this place up. Get up, Greg, I need to shrink that sofa. And then we’re taking you to the Ministry — Oh, relax, you’re not going to jail, but we do have to report this. What? No, Harry’s not pressing charges. Why not? Well, because I asked him not to, plus, we have no time, but mainly because of me. You owe me, Greg. What? Well, we don’t have time right now because we have this dinner to attend, you see—”
And as Draco set about making the process as efficient as possible, Harry could only smile and marvel at how lucky he was to have him.
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Part 21 (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 665
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #20: Cups of hot cocoa.Summary: The boys decide on a course of action.
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 20 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 19 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 20
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“Umbridge is behind all this?” Harry shook his head. “What the fuck?”
“That is the question.” Draco eyed Goyle. “And she didn’t say what specifically she wants from Harry?”
Goyle shrugged. “Like I said, she pays well, so I didn’t ask.”
Draco sighed. “Any clue what she could want from you?” he asked Harry.
Harry sank down onto a chair. “The only thing I ever took from her was a locket of Voldemort’s, and only because it was a…Dark artefact.” He exhaled. “In order to destroy him, I had to destroy it. So if that’s what she wants, she’s out of luck.”
“Nothing else?” asked Draco.
“Not that I recall.” Harry pursed his lips. “Whatever happened to the stuff in her office?”
Draco shrugged. “No idea. I assume it all went back with her to the Ministry.”
“She’s mad,” declared Harry. He stood up. “And I guess I could go and see her and see if we can find out what she wants.”
“Not tonight, we’re not,” said Draco.
Harry blinked. We. “You want to go with me?”
Draco rolled his eyes and huffed. “As if I’d ever let you see that troll of a woman alone?”
Harry smiled. He was loving this protective side of Draco. “My hero.”
Draco blushed. “Shut up.” He cleared his throat and, clasping Harry’s arm, pulled him out of earshot of Goyle. “So are you going to report Greg?” he asked.
Harry bit his lip, glancing over at Goyle, who was still staring down at his hands. “Not sure I have a choice,” he said slowly. “He did attack and hex me, and I did lose some memories and a couple weeks of my magical life in the process.” He looked back at Draco. “Are you asking me not to?”
“No! Yes? Salazar, I don’t know what I’m asking,” Draco groaned. “I know what he did was wrong, but—”
“It was,” Harry agreed. He exhaled. “Still, I don’t think he was being especially malicious, so I suppose I can say he got caught up in something he didn’t understand. That could get him a commuted sentence.”
Draco nodded. “That’s fair.” He gestured around them. “What about this place?”
Harry shrugged. “It’s all evidence, so we should pack it all up, shrink it, and take it back to the DMLE for processing.”
Draco groaned. “And then can we sit down with some hot cocoa and put our feet up? I don’t know how you Aurors do this every day, this is exhausting.”
Harry laughed. “I’m afraid we’ll have to postpone fireside hot cocoa until another day. You said you’d go with me to the Burrow for dinner, remember?”
Draco blinked, then, his eyes narrowed. “If I recall correctly, I said I’d think about it.”
“Does that mean you’re refusing to go with me?” Harry asked. “I bet we could find some dark corner to snog if we try hard enough—”
“Circe’s tits,” Draco swore. “Of course I’m not refusing. It’s just…” he leaned in, “what if they hate me? I don’t have the best history with them.”
“They will love you,” promised Harry, tone husky. “Don’t worry about that.” How could they not, given how Harry felt about him?
Draco hummed. “Fine, I’m holding you to that.” He turned towards Goyle. “Right, time to pack this place up. Get up, Greg, I need to shrink that sofa. And then we’re taking you to the Ministry — Oh, relax, you’re not going to jail, but we do have to report this. What? No, Harry’s not pressing charges. Why not? Well, because I asked him not to, plus, we have no time, but mainly because of me. You owe me, Greg. What? Well, we don’t have time right now because we have this dinner to attend, you see—”
And as Draco set about making the process as efficient as possible, Harry could only smile and marvel at how lucky he was to have him.
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Part 21 (LJ/IJ/DW)
