Fic: Going Home: Part Eighteen
Title: Going Home: Part Eighteen
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alisanne
Word count: 1130
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Narcissa Malfoy.
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slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 18 (traditional): Christmas biscuits, amd for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Christmas cookies.
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 18 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Going Home: Part Eighteen
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When Harry woke, Draco was no longer beneath him. Rolling over, he saw Draco stretched out on the bearskin rug beside him, leaning up on his elbows, reading one of Hermione’s books. On a plate next to him were assorted Christmas biscuits, and as Harry watched, Draco picked one up and bit into it.
“Sure that’s not going to spoil your dinner?” Harry yawned.
Glancing over at him, Draco smirked, polishing off the biscuit. “Bippy makes these every year, and trust me, they’re worth it.”
“Yeah?” Sitting up, Harry leaned across Draco, snagging one. Biting into it, he moaned. “Bloody hell, that is good.”
“Told you.” Draco returned his attention to the book. “Now, I think I need to read this bit again. It appears to relate to Father’s condition.”
“Really?” Leaning against Draco, he read over his shoulder. “Oh, I see what you mean.” On the page Draco was perusing was a drawing of a creature that looked similar to Lucius. “That’s not English.”
“Nope, it’s ancient Mesopotamian.”
“Of course it is.” Harry rolled his eyes. “What does it say?”
“It’s called the Serpentine Curse.” Draco sighed. “You were right, he’s slowly turning into a snake-like creature, much the same way Voldemort did when he cast that spell to return from the spirit world.”
“Yuck,” Harry said. “Does it mention a way to reverse it?”
“Haven’t got that far yet.” Draco read some more. “Although, from what I’m seeing, I have an idea we’re not going to like it.”
“Great,” muttered Harry.
“Not especially. In fact—” Pausing, Draco pursed his lips. “Right. Before I say anything more, I’d like Hermione to comment. This is more her area of expertise.”
“Okay.” Harry lay back down on the rug. “But since she’s probably still sleeping off brandy, it may be a while.”
Draco laughed. “Salazar, she probably is.”
“Which means,” continued Harry, shooting a smirk at Draco, “that we have some time to kill. Whatever shall we do?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You can’t want to shag again, we just did it!”
“Since when has that ever mattered?” asked Harry, taking the book from Draco’s hand and placing it carefully on the rug. “And this may come as a surprise,” he continued as he curved his arm around Draco’s neck, pulling his head down, “but I find you very inspiring.”
As Draco smiled, Harry kissed it off his face. The kiss had just started to get serious when there was a pop.
“Bippy is here to tell Master Draco the Healer-witch is awake.”
Draco raised his head and sighed. “Thank you, Bippy. Give us two minutes and then bring her here, please.”
“Yes, Master Draco.”
Once Bippy was gone, Harry groaned. “Hey, two minutes isn’t much time. You could have given us a little longer! Now we’ll need to hurry unless we want her to find us naked and snogging on this rug.”
“I suppose I could have said five.” Draco raised an eyebrow. “But do you think Hermione would have waited that long before she tried to locate us?”
“Fair point,” admitted Harry. He glanced up at the clock. “And now we’re down to one minute.”
Holding up his hand, Draco Summoned their clothes, slapping Harry’s onto this chest. “Best hurry, then,” he said.
They had just got their trousers on and shirts buttoned up when Hermione appeared, looking a bit green. “Hello,” she said, collapsing into the closest chair. “I think I may be sick. Why did I drink all that brandy?”
“Bippy, bring Hermione some Hangover Potion immediately,” instructed Draco. He narrowed his eyes. “And hurry.”
Bippy was quick, and once Hermione took it, she looked loads better. “Thank you, Bippy,” she told the elf, who looked gobsmacked at being thanked. “So,” she said, once Bippy left, “what have you two been up to today?”
Harry coughed, not looking at Draco. “Oh, you know, this and that.”
Hermione shook her head. “Ugh, why did I even ask?” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “It’s not as if I didn’t notice the biscuits on the rug. And I’m sure you did more than merely eat there.”
Draco smirked. “Well, if you must know—”
“No, I mustn’t!” Hermione held up a hand. “No details are necessary.” She stood up. “And honestly, I’m ready to get to work. Where is your father, Draco? It’s time I examine him.”
Draco sobered. “He’s in his rooms. And I’ll take you there soon, but I found an interesting passage in one of your Healer books that you should probably look at first.”
Hermione nodded. “All right.”
Picking up the book, Draco showed Hermione the passage. Hermione gasped as soon as she saw the page. “Oh dear,” she said.
“That doesn’t sound promising,” said Draco, reaching blindly for Harry’s hand. “From my interpretation of what I read, there’s only one way to treat it. Although I’m really hoping I’m wrong.”
Harry moved closer for support, interlacing his fingers with Draco’s and squeezing.
“You’re right.” Her eyes met Draco’s and they seemed to be communicating silently for a moment. “If this is truly what he has, it is treatable,” said Hermione, looking down and flipping the page. “But you won’t like what’s involved.”
“Why, what is it?” asked Harry, frowning. He raised an eyebrow. “And I don’t like it when you two get secretive.”
“Sorry.” Hermione sighed. “And I’d rather not say until I see him. Take me to him?”
Draco nodded. “All right.”
The walk to Lucius’ room was tense, Hermione remaining tight-lipped, Harry doing his best to try to read their faces.
Narcissa was there, and when they walked in, she stood up. “Healer Granger. Are you feeling better?”
Hermione nodded. “I’m fine. May I examine Mr Malfoy?”
Lucius didn’t say a word, he simply nodded, and although both he and Narcissa flinched when Hermione drew her wand, they soon both settled, watching as Hermione did several diagnostic spells.
Once she was done, she turned to Draco and Harry. “You were right.”
Draco closed his eyes. “Damn.”
“Right about what?” asked Narcissa, staring at Hermione.
Hermione sighed. “Draco found some information about an ancient, rare disease. It’s caused by a curse, and the symptoms are similar to the ones demonstrated by your husband.”
“It is curable?” hissed Lucius, and Harry would have sworn his tongue flicked out of his mouth.
Hermione bit her lip. “Yes.”
“Then why are you hesitating?” asked Narcissa, her voice pleading. “Give him the cure.”
“I’m afraid it’s not mine to give.” Hermione turned to face Harry. “The cure is made from the magical essence of the wizard who defeated the caster.”
Harry blinked as Hermione’s words sunk in. “Excuse me?”
Narcissa’s legs seemed to give out, and she collapsed into her chair. “Salazar.”
~
Continued in Going Home: Part Nineteen (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneWord count: 1130
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Narcissa Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 18 (traditional): Christmas biscuits, amd for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Christmas cookies.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 18 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Going Home: Part Eighteen
~
When Harry woke, Draco was no longer beneath him. Rolling over, he saw Draco stretched out on the bearskin rug beside him, leaning up on his elbows, reading one of Hermione’s books. On a plate next to him were assorted Christmas biscuits, and as Harry watched, Draco picked one up and bit into it.
“Sure that’s not going to spoil your dinner?” Harry yawned.
Glancing over at him, Draco smirked, polishing off the biscuit. “Bippy makes these every year, and trust me, they’re worth it.”
“Yeah?” Sitting up, Harry leaned across Draco, snagging one. Biting into it, he moaned. “Bloody hell, that is good.”
“Told you.” Draco returned his attention to the book. “Now, I think I need to read this bit again. It appears to relate to Father’s condition.”
“Really?” Leaning against Draco, he read over his shoulder. “Oh, I see what you mean.” On the page Draco was perusing was a drawing of a creature that looked similar to Lucius. “That’s not English.”
“Nope, it’s ancient Mesopotamian.”
“Of course it is.” Harry rolled his eyes. “What does it say?”
“It’s called the Serpentine Curse.” Draco sighed. “You were right, he’s slowly turning into a snake-like creature, much the same way Voldemort did when he cast that spell to return from the spirit world.”
“Yuck,” Harry said. “Does it mention a way to reverse it?”
“Haven’t got that far yet.” Draco read some more. “Although, from what I’m seeing, I have an idea we’re not going to like it.”
“Great,” muttered Harry.
“Not especially. In fact—” Pausing, Draco pursed his lips. “Right. Before I say anything more, I’d like Hermione to comment. This is more her area of expertise.”
“Okay.” Harry lay back down on the rug. “But since she’s probably still sleeping off brandy, it may be a while.”
Draco laughed. “Salazar, she probably is.”
“Which means,” continued Harry, shooting a smirk at Draco, “that we have some time to kill. Whatever shall we do?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You can’t want to shag again, we just did it!”
“Since when has that ever mattered?” asked Harry, taking the book from Draco’s hand and placing it carefully on the rug. “And this may come as a surprise,” he continued as he curved his arm around Draco’s neck, pulling his head down, “but I find you very inspiring.”
As Draco smiled, Harry kissed it off his face. The kiss had just started to get serious when there was a pop.
“Bippy is here to tell Master Draco the Healer-witch is awake.”
Draco raised his head and sighed. “Thank you, Bippy. Give us two minutes and then bring her here, please.”
“Yes, Master Draco.”
Once Bippy was gone, Harry groaned. “Hey, two minutes isn’t much time. You could have given us a little longer! Now we’ll need to hurry unless we want her to find us naked and snogging on this rug.”
“I suppose I could have said five.” Draco raised an eyebrow. “But do you think Hermione would have waited that long before she tried to locate us?”
“Fair point,” admitted Harry. He glanced up at the clock. “And now we’re down to one minute.”
Holding up his hand, Draco Summoned their clothes, slapping Harry’s onto this chest. “Best hurry, then,” he said.
They had just got their trousers on and shirts buttoned up when Hermione appeared, looking a bit green. “Hello,” she said, collapsing into the closest chair. “I think I may be sick. Why did I drink all that brandy?”
“Bippy, bring Hermione some Hangover Potion immediately,” instructed Draco. He narrowed his eyes. “And hurry.”
Bippy was quick, and once Hermione took it, she looked loads better. “Thank you, Bippy,” she told the elf, who looked gobsmacked at being thanked. “So,” she said, once Bippy left, “what have you two been up to today?”
Harry coughed, not looking at Draco. “Oh, you know, this and that.”
Hermione shook her head. “Ugh, why did I even ask?” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “It’s not as if I didn’t notice the biscuits on the rug. And I’m sure you did more than merely eat there.”
Draco smirked. “Well, if you must know—”
“No, I mustn’t!” Hermione held up a hand. “No details are necessary.” She stood up. “And honestly, I’m ready to get to work. Where is your father, Draco? It’s time I examine him.”
Draco sobered. “He’s in his rooms. And I’ll take you there soon, but I found an interesting passage in one of your Healer books that you should probably look at first.”
Hermione nodded. “All right.”
Picking up the book, Draco showed Hermione the passage. Hermione gasped as soon as she saw the page. “Oh dear,” she said.
“That doesn’t sound promising,” said Draco, reaching blindly for Harry’s hand. “From my interpretation of what I read, there’s only one way to treat it. Although I’m really hoping I’m wrong.”
Harry moved closer for support, interlacing his fingers with Draco’s and squeezing.
“You’re right.” Her eyes met Draco’s and they seemed to be communicating silently for a moment. “If this is truly what he has, it is treatable,” said Hermione, looking down and flipping the page. “But you won’t like what’s involved.”
“Why, what is it?” asked Harry, frowning. He raised an eyebrow. “And I don’t like it when you two get secretive.”
“Sorry.” Hermione sighed. “And I’d rather not say until I see him. Take me to him?”
Draco nodded. “All right.”
The walk to Lucius’ room was tense, Hermione remaining tight-lipped, Harry doing his best to try to read their faces.
Narcissa was there, and when they walked in, she stood up. “Healer Granger. Are you feeling better?”
Hermione nodded. “I’m fine. May I examine Mr Malfoy?”
Lucius didn’t say a word, he simply nodded, and although both he and Narcissa flinched when Hermione drew her wand, they soon both settled, watching as Hermione did several diagnostic spells.
Once she was done, she turned to Draco and Harry. “You were right.”
Draco closed his eyes. “Damn.”
“Right about what?” asked Narcissa, staring at Hermione.
Hermione sighed. “Draco found some information about an ancient, rare disease. It’s caused by a curse, and the symptoms are similar to the ones demonstrated by your husband.”
“It is curable?” hissed Lucius, and Harry would have sworn his tongue flicked out of his mouth.
Hermione bit her lip. “Yes.”
“Then why are you hesitating?” asked Narcissa, her voice pleading. “Give him the cure.”
“I’m afraid it’s not mine to give.” Hermione turned to face Harry. “The cure is made from the magical essence of the wizard who defeated the caster.”
Harry blinked as Hermione’s words sunk in. “Excuse me?”
Narcissa’s legs seemed to give out, and she collapsed into her chair. “Salazar.”
~
Continued in Going Home: Part Nineteen (LJ/IJ/DW).
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