Fic: Going Home: Part One
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alisanneTitle: Going Home: Part One
Author:alisanne
Word count: 790
Rating: PG-13
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Log Cabin, and for slythindor100/slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 1 (traditional): Owl in flight.
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 the beginning of this year's H/D Christmas series, Going Home. We'll see how this goes. *g*
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Going Home: Part One
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Harry hummed as he sipped the last of his hot cocoa and stared into the fire. Behind him, Draco was knocking about the kitchen.
Blinking and stretching, Harry called out, “Oi! What are you doing in there? When Andromeda said we could use her log cabin for the week, I thought we’d be spending time cuddling on the sofa before the fire. And instead you’re fiddling about with kitchen gadgets while I fall asleep waiting for you!”
“I’m not fiddling,” Draco said, walking towards Harry with a dish in his hands. “I’m making us a snack.”
“Chocolate biscuits?” Harry shifted over, making space for Draco sit down beside him. Snagging one, he took a bite and moaned. “I take it all back,” he said, devouring the biscuit. “You can spend as much time as you want in there.”
Snorting, Draco took a biscuit of his own and, reaching for his cup of cocoa, murmured a Heating Charm to warm it. Then, settling back in Harry’s arms, he gazed at the fire. “This is the life, isn’t it? Why do we work again?”
“Because all our friends would disown us if we didn’t,” said Harry.
“Point,” said Draco. “I could get used to the rustic life, though.”
“Rustic?” Harry snorted. “This place is nicer than our flat.”
“This is true.” Draco shifted, resting his head on Harry’s shoulder. “Do we have to use the bedroom? Can’t we just sleep here? I like it out here.”
“I don’t see why not,” Harry replied. “This sofa’s pretty comfortable.”
“Although,” said Draco, shifting so he was facing Harry, “there’s something to be said for christening all the rooms—”
Laughing softly, Harry slid a hand around the nape of Draco’s neck, pulling him closer. “Have I ever mentioned I love the way you think?”
“You may have mentioned it a time or two, yes,” Draco whispered, taking Harry’s glasses off before sealing their lips together.
The kiss was just beginning to get interesting when there was a tap on the window. Draco dragged his mouth from Harry’s, rested their foreheads together and groaned. “I swear to Salazar, if that is an owl from one of our friends I am going to hex them into next fucking week—”
Chuckling softly, Harry kissed Draco once more before extracting himself from his arms, recovering his glasses, and walking over to the window. “The sooner we deal with it, the sooner we can back to our holiday,” he said as Draco huffed.
Opening the window, Harry took the letter from the owl and looked around the room for a treat. But the bird didn’t wait, it took flight immediately, circling for a moment, its eyes locked with Harry’s before it soared away.
“That was odd,” Harry said, frowning. “I’ve never seen an owl do that before.”
“Do what?” asked Draco.
Harry glanced at him, smiling when he saw him pouting. “It’s not important.” He turned over the envelope. “And this is addressed to you.”
“Me?” Draco rose, sauntering over to Harry. “Who’s it from? And can I send them a Howler in reply?”
“Draco, be nice!” Harry chided him. Grinning, he handed it over. “And the envelope doesn’t say who it’s from.”
“Nice? Me?” Rolling his eyes, Draco accepted it. “Hm. Quality parchment,” he said, turning it over in his hands. He opened it and read, his eyes going wide, his hands shaking.
“What?” asked Harry, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s from Mother,” Draco choked out, raising his head to stare at Harry. “Something horrible’s happened to Father!”
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Continued in Part Two (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 790
Rating: PG-13
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Log Cabin, and for slythindor100/slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 1 (traditional): Owl in flight.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 the beginning of this year's H/D Christmas series, Going Home. We'll see how this goes. *g*
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Going Home: Part One
~
Harry hummed as he sipped the last of his hot cocoa and stared into the fire. Behind him, Draco was knocking about the kitchen.
Blinking and stretching, Harry called out, “Oi! What are you doing in there? When Andromeda said we could use her log cabin for the week, I thought we’d be spending time cuddling on the sofa before the fire. And instead you’re fiddling about with kitchen gadgets while I fall asleep waiting for you!”
“I’m not fiddling,” Draco said, walking towards Harry with a dish in his hands. “I’m making us a snack.”
“Chocolate biscuits?” Harry shifted over, making space for Draco sit down beside him. Snagging one, he took a bite and moaned. “I take it all back,” he said, devouring the biscuit. “You can spend as much time as you want in there.”
Snorting, Draco took a biscuit of his own and, reaching for his cup of cocoa, murmured a Heating Charm to warm it. Then, settling back in Harry’s arms, he gazed at the fire. “This is the life, isn’t it? Why do we work again?”
“Because all our friends would disown us if we didn’t,” said Harry.
“Point,” said Draco. “I could get used to the rustic life, though.”
“Rustic?” Harry snorted. “This place is nicer than our flat.”
“This is true.” Draco shifted, resting his head on Harry’s shoulder. “Do we have to use the bedroom? Can’t we just sleep here? I like it out here.”
“I don’t see why not,” Harry replied. “This sofa’s pretty comfortable.”
“Although,” said Draco, shifting so he was facing Harry, “there’s something to be said for christening all the rooms—”
Laughing softly, Harry slid a hand around the nape of Draco’s neck, pulling him closer. “Have I ever mentioned I love the way you think?”
“You may have mentioned it a time or two, yes,” Draco whispered, taking Harry’s glasses off before sealing their lips together.
The kiss was just beginning to get interesting when there was a tap on the window. Draco dragged his mouth from Harry’s, rested their foreheads together and groaned. “I swear to Salazar, if that is an owl from one of our friends I am going to hex them into next fucking week—”
Chuckling softly, Harry kissed Draco once more before extracting himself from his arms, recovering his glasses, and walking over to the window. “The sooner we deal with it, the sooner we can back to our holiday,” he said as Draco huffed.
Opening the window, Harry took the letter from the owl and looked around the room for a treat. But the bird didn’t wait, it took flight immediately, circling for a moment, its eyes locked with Harry’s before it soared away.
“That was odd,” Harry said, frowning. “I’ve never seen an owl do that before.”
“Do what?” asked Draco.
Harry glanced at him, smiling when he saw him pouting. “It’s not important.” He turned over the envelope. “And this is addressed to you.”
“Me?” Draco rose, sauntering over to Harry. “Who’s it from? And can I send them a Howler in reply?”
“Draco, be nice!” Harry chided him. Grinning, he handed it over. “And the envelope doesn’t say who it’s from.”
“Nice? Me?” Rolling his eyes, Draco accepted it. “Hm. Quality parchment,” he said, turning it over in his hands. He opened it and read, his eyes going wide, his hands shaking.
“What?” asked Harry, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s from Mother,” Draco choked out, raising his head to stare at Harry. “Something horrible’s happened to Father!”
~
Continued in Part Two (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Date: 2017-12-02 04:17 am (UTC)*nods*
Wonder who/what the owl is? I like stories with the owls in them.
We will see.
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Date: 2017-12-02 04:54 am (UTC)Thanks, hon!
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Date: 2017-12-02 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-02 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-02 03:20 pm (UTC)Loved this! It was so cuddling and warm. So sweet :)
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Date: 2017-12-02 09:15 pm (UTC)Thanks, hon!
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Date: 2017-12-03 01:58 am (UTC)i can't wait to see what happens next!
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Date: 2017-12-03 04:37 am (UTC)Thanks so much!
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Date: 2017-12-07 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-08 07:12 pm (UTC)Some things never change. :P
Thanks!