Fic: Only Natural
Sep. 23rd, 2007 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alisanneTitle: Only Natural
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: “The voice of my father still loud as before, it used to scare me but not anymore.”
Word Count: 266
Genre: Hurt/comfort.
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, fluff.
A/N: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
slythindor100's prompt #68: Song Lyrics. I used the line: “The voice of my father still loud as before, it used to scare me but not anymore.”
Beta:sevfan
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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Only Natural
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“You again?”
Draco sighed. So much for doing this quietly. “Yes, Father. I do still live here, you know. I’ll be fast, I just have to do the accounts.”
“Is he still here as well?”
Draco hesitated before answering. “Yes. He lives here, too, you know.”
“You are a disgrace to the family name and a fool.”
Draco’s shoulders slumped, but otherwise he didn’t react. Concentrating fiercely, he completed the estate’s monthly accounts, all the while ignoring the vitriolic running commentary. Whoever’s idea it had been to make it impossible to remove the Malfoy estate accounting book from the ancestral library should have been hexed, Draco had long ago decided.
When he was finally done, he rolled tense shoulders and he stood up, spelling the book shut.
“Done for another month,” he murmured. Raising his head, he met cool blue eyes. “Goodnight, Father.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, he just turned and walked out, relieved. When he was outside, he collapsed against the door, eyes closed.
Harry was waiting. “Okay?” he asked, sliding a hand onto his shoulder and squeezing.
Draco nodded. “It’s just hard. I know he can’t change, but I still wish...”
Harry pulled him close. “I know, but that’s the nature of portraits. They don’t change or grow all that much.”
Draco smiled sadly. “True enough. Well, it’s done for now. Now it’s your job to make me forget all the things he said to me before I have to go back in there next month.”
Harry nuzzled his neck. “Mmm, that I can do,” he said, leading Draco away.
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Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: “The voice of my father still loud as before, it used to scare me but not anymore.”
Word Count: 266
Genre: Hurt/comfort.
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, fluff.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100's prompt #68: Song Lyrics. I used the line: “The voice of my father still loud as before, it used to scare me but not anymore.”Beta:
sevfanDisclaimer: 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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Only Natural
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“You again?”
Draco sighed. So much for doing this quietly. “Yes, Father. I do still live here, you know. I’ll be fast, I just have to do the accounts.”
“Is he still here as well?”
Draco hesitated before answering. “Yes. He lives here, too, you know.”
“You are a disgrace to the family name and a fool.”
Draco’s shoulders slumped, but otherwise he didn’t react. Concentrating fiercely, he completed the estate’s monthly accounts, all the while ignoring the vitriolic running commentary. Whoever’s idea it had been to make it impossible to remove the Malfoy estate accounting book from the ancestral library should have been hexed, Draco had long ago decided.
When he was finally done, he rolled tense shoulders and he stood up, spelling the book shut.
“Done for another month,” he murmured. Raising his head, he met cool blue eyes. “Goodnight, Father.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, he just turned and walked out, relieved. When he was outside, he collapsed against the door, eyes closed.
Harry was waiting. “Okay?” he asked, sliding a hand onto his shoulder and squeezing.
Draco nodded. “It’s just hard. I know he can’t change, but I still wish...”
Harry pulled him close. “I know, but that’s the nature of portraits. They don’t change or grow all that much.”
Draco smiled sadly. “True enough. Well, it’s done for now. Now it’s your job to make me forget all the things he said to me before I have to go back in there next month.”
Harry nuzzled his neck. “Mmm, that I can do,” he said, leading Draco away.
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Date: 2007-10-01 08:18 pm (UTC)At least Harry is there to help. :)
Thanks, my dear!