Fic: Going Home: Part Four
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alisanneTitle: Going Home: Part Four
Author:alisanne
Word count: 990
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Gift Return, and for slythindor100/slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 4 (traditional): Men’s Christmas suits.
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: Part 4 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Going Home: Part Four
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“I’ll make breakfast,” said Harry, kissing Draco’s cheek. “You sleep in a bit.”
“Mmmm,” agreed Draco, shifting and hugging Harry’s pillow to his chest once Harry had vacated the bed.
Shaking his head, Harry grabbed a dressing gown and padded into the kitchen. It was well stocked, and soon he had eggs, sausages, tomatoes, and mushrooms frying as well as bread in the oven and tea brewing.
By the time Draco came stumbling in, yawning and stretching, Harry was ready. “Right on time,” he said, sliding a plate towards his seat.
“I’m going to get fat if I keep eating like this,” Draco said, even as he polished off every last bit of food Harry served up for him.
“Unlikely,” said Harry after finishing his own breakfast. He smirked. “After all, we get plenty of exercise.”
Draco laughed, leaning across the table for a kiss. “That we do,” he agreed.
“So, have you made any decisions?” Harry asked as they cleaned up together.
“You kept me far too busy last night to think, thanks.” Draco sighed. “But yeah, I suppose the time has come.”
“It has,” said Harry. “And we don’t even have the weather as an excuse anymore. It’s sunny out, a gorgeous day.”
Draco glanced towards the window. “Damn. I was hoping the storm would give me a few more days to think.”
“I know. Come on,” said Harry, steering him away from the sink and towards the sofa. Once they were sitting, he took Draco’s hand. “What do you want to do?”
Draco snorted. “I want to forget that letter,” he said. “But I can’t. And I do owe them an answer.”
“You don’t owe them anything,” Harry snapped. “Yes, they’re your family, but the way they acted was—” He stopped, exhaled, and continued, “Sorry. It’s not my call, love. It’s your decision. But in my opinion, they lost any right to demand anything from you when they threw you out. If you do answer or return, or whatever, it should be on your terms.”
“Yeah.” Draco leaned his head on Harry’s shoulder. “When did you get so wise?”
“I’m not wise, I just fake it well.”
Draco laughed. “Well, Slytherins are notoriously difficult to fool, and you’ve fooled me, so…”
Tilting his head, he kissed Harry, who kissed him back.
“Right,” whispered Harry against Draco’s lips. “If you’re ignoring them deliberately, that’s fine, but if you’re not, we should do something.”
“I know, I know.” Groaning, Draco sat up and sat cross-legged on the sofa, facing Harry. He ticked off the points one by one on his hand. “One, I don’t really want to go to the Manor, I hate that place. Two, they lost any claim to me when they disowned me and then tried to ruin your career.”
Harry nodded. “That’s valid.”
“But on the other hand, they are my family. Admittedly, not my only family. Thanks to you I have Andromeda and Teddy, who are worth ten of them. But still…family.”
“Also true,” said Harry.
“I just—” Draco’s shoulders sagged. “What if this is the last time I have to see my father? I mean, what if he’s dying?”
“Okay, what if it is?” asked Harry, his eyes boring into Draco’s. “Will you regret not having taken this opportunity?”
Draco’s eyes went distant for a moment. Slowly, he nodded. “I think I will.”
“I think you will, too.” Clasping Draco’s hands in his, Harry said, “Looks like we’re going.”
“We?”
Harry snorted. “Of course we. I’m not letting you go through this without me.”
“Oh thank Salazar,” cried Draco, throwing his arms around Harry’s neck. “I know it’s not fair to ask, but I was hoping you’d say you’d go with me—”
“You’re not asking, I’m volunteering,” Harry whispered into Draco’s hair. Drawing back, he said, “Although we should probably go while the weather holds and before I change my mind.”
“Yeah.” Draco hummed. “Now comes the next big question. What to wear.”
Harry shrugged. “We can always wear our uniforms if you think that will intimidate them, but I highly doubt it will.”
Draco smirked. “Not where I was going with that, but I like how you think.”
“Okay.” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Where were you going with that?”
Instead of answering, Draco stood up and walked out of the living room.
Harry frowned. “Was it something I said?” he cried.
“Stay there, I’ve something to show you,” Draco called back.
“Okay…”
“Close your eyes,” said Draco, and shaking his head, Harry did.
“This isn’t reassuring, Draco,” he said. “What are you doing?”
“You can look now.”
Harry did, his mouth falling open when he saw what Draco was carrying. “What in Godric’s name are those?” he choked out, staring with mixed amazement and horror at the two suits floating in the air behind him. One was brown with green Christmas trees, the other red with snowmen.
“Aren’t they hideous?” Draco crowed. He grinned. “I got them for us to wear to the Weasley ugly jumper party.”
“They’re…” Harry shook his head. “I’ve no words for how awful those are.” Standing up, he stepped closer, fingering the lapel of one of the suits. “Dear Merlin, are the trees moving?”
“Possibly. I try not to look too closely at either fabric since it hurts my eyes.”
“Wise,” said Harry. “Arthur is going to love them.” He raised an eyebrow. “But they aren’t appropriate for visiting your parents.”
“I know.” Draco’s smirk was wicked. “Can’t you just see their faces if we did show up wearing them, though?”
Harry chuckled. “I love how you think. But I think this visit calls for standard, black robes.”
“Damn.” Draco’s smirk faded. “You’re right.”
Harry coughed. “And when we’re done wearing those, we’re binning them, right?”
“Absolutely not!” Draco looked outraged. “I’m taking them back to gift return when we’re done! They were expensive!”
Harry shook his head. “Let’s just get ready to go.”
~
Continued in Going Home: Part Five (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 990
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Gift Return, and for slythindor100/slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 4 (traditional): Men’s Christmas suits.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: Part 4 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Going Home: Part Four
~
“I’ll make breakfast,” said Harry, kissing Draco’s cheek. “You sleep in a bit.”
“Mmmm,” agreed Draco, shifting and hugging Harry’s pillow to his chest once Harry had vacated the bed.
Shaking his head, Harry grabbed a dressing gown and padded into the kitchen. It was well stocked, and soon he had eggs, sausages, tomatoes, and mushrooms frying as well as bread in the oven and tea brewing.
By the time Draco came stumbling in, yawning and stretching, Harry was ready. “Right on time,” he said, sliding a plate towards his seat.
“I’m going to get fat if I keep eating like this,” Draco said, even as he polished off every last bit of food Harry served up for him.
“Unlikely,” said Harry after finishing his own breakfast. He smirked. “After all, we get plenty of exercise.”
Draco laughed, leaning across the table for a kiss. “That we do,” he agreed.
“So, have you made any decisions?” Harry asked as they cleaned up together.
“You kept me far too busy last night to think, thanks.” Draco sighed. “But yeah, I suppose the time has come.”
“It has,” said Harry. “And we don’t even have the weather as an excuse anymore. It’s sunny out, a gorgeous day.”
Draco glanced towards the window. “Damn. I was hoping the storm would give me a few more days to think.”
“I know. Come on,” said Harry, steering him away from the sink and towards the sofa. Once they were sitting, he took Draco’s hand. “What do you want to do?”
Draco snorted. “I want to forget that letter,” he said. “But I can’t. And I do owe them an answer.”
“You don’t owe them anything,” Harry snapped. “Yes, they’re your family, but the way they acted was—” He stopped, exhaled, and continued, “Sorry. It’s not my call, love. It’s your decision. But in my opinion, they lost any right to demand anything from you when they threw you out. If you do answer or return, or whatever, it should be on your terms.”
“Yeah.” Draco leaned his head on Harry’s shoulder. “When did you get so wise?”
“I’m not wise, I just fake it well.”
Draco laughed. “Well, Slytherins are notoriously difficult to fool, and you’ve fooled me, so…”
Tilting his head, he kissed Harry, who kissed him back.
“Right,” whispered Harry against Draco’s lips. “If you’re ignoring them deliberately, that’s fine, but if you’re not, we should do something.”
“I know, I know.” Groaning, Draco sat up and sat cross-legged on the sofa, facing Harry. He ticked off the points one by one on his hand. “One, I don’t really want to go to the Manor, I hate that place. Two, they lost any claim to me when they disowned me and then tried to ruin your career.”
Harry nodded. “That’s valid.”
“But on the other hand, they are my family. Admittedly, not my only family. Thanks to you I have Andromeda and Teddy, who are worth ten of them. But still…family.”
“Also true,” said Harry.
“I just—” Draco’s shoulders sagged. “What if this is the last time I have to see my father? I mean, what if he’s dying?”
“Okay, what if it is?” asked Harry, his eyes boring into Draco’s. “Will you regret not having taken this opportunity?”
Draco’s eyes went distant for a moment. Slowly, he nodded. “I think I will.”
“I think you will, too.” Clasping Draco’s hands in his, Harry said, “Looks like we’re going.”
“We?”
Harry snorted. “Of course we. I’m not letting you go through this without me.”
“Oh thank Salazar,” cried Draco, throwing his arms around Harry’s neck. “I know it’s not fair to ask, but I was hoping you’d say you’d go with me—”
“You’re not asking, I’m volunteering,” Harry whispered into Draco’s hair. Drawing back, he said, “Although we should probably go while the weather holds and before I change my mind.”
“Yeah.” Draco hummed. “Now comes the next big question. What to wear.”
Harry shrugged. “We can always wear our uniforms if you think that will intimidate them, but I highly doubt it will.”
Draco smirked. “Not where I was going with that, but I like how you think.”
“Okay.” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Where were you going with that?”
Instead of answering, Draco stood up and walked out of the living room.
Harry frowned. “Was it something I said?” he cried.
“Stay there, I’ve something to show you,” Draco called back.
“Okay…”
“Close your eyes,” said Draco, and shaking his head, Harry did.
“This isn’t reassuring, Draco,” he said. “What are you doing?”
“You can look now.”
Harry did, his mouth falling open when he saw what Draco was carrying. “What in Godric’s name are those?” he choked out, staring with mixed amazement and horror at the two suits floating in the air behind him. One was brown with green Christmas trees, the other red with snowmen.
“Aren’t they hideous?” Draco crowed. He grinned. “I got them for us to wear to the Weasley ugly jumper party.”
“They’re…” Harry shook his head. “I’ve no words for how awful those are.” Standing up, he stepped closer, fingering the lapel of one of the suits. “Dear Merlin, are the trees moving?”
“Possibly. I try not to look too closely at either fabric since it hurts my eyes.”
“Wise,” said Harry. “Arthur is going to love them.” He raised an eyebrow. “But they aren’t appropriate for visiting your parents.”
“I know.” Draco’s smirk was wicked. “Can’t you just see their faces if we did show up wearing them, though?”
Harry chuckled. “I love how you think. But I think this visit calls for standard, black robes.”
“Damn.” Draco’s smirk faded. “You’re right.”
Harry coughed. “And when we’re done wearing those, we’re binning them, right?”
“Absolutely not!” Draco looked outraged. “I’m taking them back to gift return when we’re done! They were expensive!”
Harry shook his head. “Let’s just get ready to go.”
~
Continued in Going Home: Part Five (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Date: 2017-12-08 07:18 pm (UTC)Thank you, hon!
*nods* He would regret it.
And Harry's got his back for sure. :)
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