Draco Malfoy (muddied) wrote in afic, @ 2010-12-20 06:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed, character: draco malfoy, character: harry potter, player: dea, player: deb, x player: myriam |
Who: Draco and Harry
When: Monday, 20 December, 2005
Where: Draco’s flat, Paris, France
What: Harry doesn’t trust why Draco keeps disappearing, and goes to find out
Rating: PG for language?
Status: thread in progress
Draco wished the cat would stop howling. He had Alyssa in a backpack, and the little girl was leaning against his head, one hand gripping his hair fiercely as she tried to lean over and look down at the box in his hand. A box which was making odd noises and wiggling constantly as the cat pacing back and forth, yowling her displeasure at being closed up. People on the street watched them, turning away with amusement, and he rolled his eyes inwardly and closed his mind to them. If he wished to be simply invisible at this moment, perhaps he would be, rather than this ridiculous one-man parade marching down the streets of Paris, his daughter chanting “Chat! Chat!” over his shoulder.
“Oui, Alyssa, the cat is upset at being in the box. We will let him out as soon as we are back at the flat.” He spoke to the little girl in fluent French, and she giggled and replied, “Chat-- BOX!” Draco sighed. It was going to be an interesting afternoon with the cat (not a kitten as he’d intended) in his flat, and he still needed to transport both child and cat to Amelia’s place once the week was done.
“Can you say cat, Alys?” Draco asked, switching to English.
“Quatre?” the little girl responded in French, sounding confused.
“Chat,” Draco said patiently. “Cat.” He had been starting to work on teaching her English, but there were moments when the oddities of language made it difficult.
“Quatre chat!” Alyssa crowed.
Merlin, no, not four cats. Never four cats. “Quatre four,” Draco responded. “Chat cat.”
He looked ahead, spotting the building where his small flat was nestled on the top floor of a three floor walkup. He shared the floor with three other equally small efficiency flats, but it was affordable and bright from numerous windows, and just large enough to give Alyssa a spot for her own small bed, while Draco slept on a Murphy bed which remained hidden during the day. As he drew closer to the stoop, he thought he spotted someone who looked oddly familiar and out of place here in France. His brows knit together as his body stiffened.
“Papa?” Alyssa asked, concerned at his sudden change in demeanor.
Draco quickened his pace, ignoring the increased noise from the boxed cat. “Potter?” he drawled. “Oh, do tell me, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?”
“Papa?” Alyssa asked again, both hands in his hair so tightly that he winced. But he didn’t relax, couldn’t relax as he stared at the other man, his jaw set and wondering if he would need to hex him and leave the country in order to keep his child out of the hands of the Ministry. She was not a pureblooded child, he reminded himself. There was absolutely nothing they could do, save brand her for life as a suspected traitor. Although that alone was enough to anger Draco in itself.