Fic: Going Nowhere
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alisanneTitle: Going Nowhere
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Mrs Parkinson.
Word Count: 575
Warnings: Families are complicated.
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slythindor100's prompt # 18: Lit red candles, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Sad Christmas songs . Part 18 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):torino10154.
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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Going Nowhere
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“Mummy?” cried Parkinson the moment the Floo closed. “Daddy?”
Harry looked around the opulent foyer. It was even more impressively decorated up close, with white and gold ornaments, bows, sequins, and even tiny fairies he could see flitting about, making minute adjustments. “Wow,” he murmured.
“The Greengrass family do lovely decorations,” said Draco softly. “And they used to throw brilliant Christmas parties, although they haven’t since the war.”
“Mummy!” shouted Parkinson. “I’ve brought guests! Where are you?”
There was movement at the top of the staircase, and an older witch with a striking resemblance to Parkinson appeared. “Pansy?” When she saw Malfoy and Harry her eyes went wide. “Guests? Merlin! Give me a moment and then you can come up to my private sitting room.”
“It’s not a formal visit, Mummy,” said Parkinson, but her mother had already disappeared. Parkinson sighed. “All right, come on,” she said. “Follow me.”
Harry looked at Malfoy, who shrugged, and together they moved up the stairs behind Parkinson. At the top was a hallway which was decorated at least as opulently as the entrance foyer.
As they walked through, Harry felt all the eyes of the portraits hung on the walls watching them and he suppressed a shiver.
At the end of the hallway was a set of double doors, which Parkinson opened without preamble, walking into an intimate sitting room. It, too, was decorated, but much more simply, with greenery and holly.
The room was dimly lit, with the only light provided by a few red candles. A wireless sat on a side board, melancholy music pouring from it accompanying Celestina Warbeck, who crooned about opportunities lost.
“Well,” said Malfoy, tone dry. “This is…cheerful.”
Parkinson frowned. “Mummy can get depressed around the holidays, but this is a bit much, even for her.”
Harry leaned towards Malfoy. “Maybe we should go,” he whispered. “This all feels a bit too…personal.”
“I agree.” Malfoy cleared his throat. “Pansy, Potter and I really shouldn’t be here. It looks like you need to have a private chat with your mother—”
“No. Please stay.” Parkinson wore a pleading expression. “Mummy tends to cry at this time of year and she won’t if we’ve guests.”
“Er—” Before Harry could say anything more, Mrs Parkinson swept in. She was dressed in formal robes. She was smiling, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Welcome!” she said. Flicking a hand, she switched off the wireless and doused the candles, bringing up the lamps. “It’s been ages since we’ve had guests! Pansy, darling, you should have warned me. I’m afraid we only have light appetisers available.”
“That’s generous, Mrs Parkinson,” said Malfoy. “But Potter and I really should g—”
Mrs Parkinson gasped, turning to stare at Harry, her eyes flicking up to his forehead. “Harry Potter? Oh my! What an honour it is to have you in my home, Mr Potter.” Grabbing his hand, she shook it vigourously. “And Draco. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you. You can’t possibly leave before we have a chance to catch up. Have a seat, both of you.”
Sending a helpless look towards Harry, Malfoy sighed. “Of course. We appreciate the invitation.”
Harry cleared his throat and sat. “Thank you, ma’am.”
Mrs Parkinson clapped her hands and an elf appeared. As she ordered food and drink, Parkinson smiled at him and Malfoy. “Thank you!” she mouthed.
Harry inclined his head and relaxed. Clearly he was going nowhere for the moment.
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Continued in Charity Begins at Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Mrs Parkinson.
Word Count: 575
Warnings: Families are complicated.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 18: Lit red candles, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Sad Christmas songs . Part 18 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s):
torino10154.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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Going Nowhere
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“Mummy?” cried Parkinson the moment the Floo closed. “Daddy?”
Harry looked around the opulent foyer. It was even more impressively decorated up close, with white and gold ornaments, bows, sequins, and even tiny fairies he could see flitting about, making minute adjustments. “Wow,” he murmured.
“The Greengrass family do lovely decorations,” said Draco softly. “And they used to throw brilliant Christmas parties, although they haven’t since the war.”
“Mummy!” shouted Parkinson. “I’ve brought guests! Where are you?”
There was movement at the top of the staircase, and an older witch with a striking resemblance to Parkinson appeared. “Pansy?” When she saw Malfoy and Harry her eyes went wide. “Guests? Merlin! Give me a moment and then you can come up to my private sitting room.”
“It’s not a formal visit, Mummy,” said Parkinson, but her mother had already disappeared. Parkinson sighed. “All right, come on,” she said. “Follow me.”
Harry looked at Malfoy, who shrugged, and together they moved up the stairs behind Parkinson. At the top was a hallway which was decorated at least as opulently as the entrance foyer.
As they walked through, Harry felt all the eyes of the portraits hung on the walls watching them and he suppressed a shiver.
At the end of the hallway was a set of double doors, which Parkinson opened without preamble, walking into an intimate sitting room. It, too, was decorated, but much more simply, with greenery and holly.
The room was dimly lit, with the only light provided by a few red candles. A wireless sat on a side board, melancholy music pouring from it accompanying Celestina Warbeck, who crooned about opportunities lost.
“Well,” said Malfoy, tone dry. “This is…cheerful.”
Parkinson frowned. “Mummy can get depressed around the holidays, but this is a bit much, even for her.”
Harry leaned towards Malfoy. “Maybe we should go,” he whispered. “This all feels a bit too…personal.”
“I agree.” Malfoy cleared his throat. “Pansy, Potter and I really shouldn’t be here. It looks like you need to have a private chat with your mother—”
“No. Please stay.” Parkinson wore a pleading expression. “Mummy tends to cry at this time of year and she won’t if we’ve guests.”
“Er—” Before Harry could say anything more, Mrs Parkinson swept in. She was dressed in formal robes. She was smiling, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Welcome!” she said. Flicking a hand, she switched off the wireless and doused the candles, bringing up the lamps. “It’s been ages since we’ve had guests! Pansy, darling, you should have warned me. I’m afraid we only have light appetisers available.”
“That’s generous, Mrs Parkinson,” said Malfoy. “But Potter and I really should g—”
Mrs Parkinson gasped, turning to stare at Harry, her eyes flicking up to his forehead. “Harry Potter? Oh my! What an honour it is to have you in my home, Mr Potter.” Grabbing his hand, she shook it vigourously. “And Draco. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you. You can’t possibly leave before we have a chance to catch up. Have a seat, both of you.”
Sending a helpless look towards Harry, Malfoy sighed. “Of course. We appreciate the invitation.”
Harry cleared his throat and sat. “Thank you, ma’am.”
Mrs Parkinson clapped her hands and an elf appeared. As she ordered food and drink, Parkinson smiled at him and Malfoy. “Thank you!” she mouthed.
Harry inclined his head and relaxed. Clearly he was going nowhere for the moment.
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Continued in Charity Begins at Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Date: 2018-12-19 01:30 pm (UTC)Right and what do we guess that by tomorrow the press will know that Harry Potter graced the Parkinsons and so they are wholly acceptable in polite company again?
They never change their spots.
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Date: 2018-12-22 07:30 pm (UTC)Well, she's prolly Slytherin, too. And we do like to take advantage of situations, especially when they present themselves like this. ;)