Draco Malfoy (original_snake) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-05 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !harry potter, *journal, draco malfoy, harry potter |
LOG: HP Door/Harry & Draco
Who: Harry and Draco
What: Talking/Preparing to explore
Where: HP Door: Draco's shop
When: April 27
Rating/Status: PG/Complete
Draco had his share of stress lately. His mother's departure had weighed on him. He hadn't really spoken of it, but it was ever present. They were close. He trusted her, and there were very few people that he actually trusted in any world. His separation from Andrew, the Duke of where ever, had also affected him in a way he didn't expect. Draco didn't always agree with the man, but Andrew had always defended Draco, which actually made life a bit easier. Even the sudden decrease of activity in their world, which was once littered with those who had died, felt awkward. Rosie was the last one to go, and even if she wasn't from his world, they were so much alike. That loss was the most damaging.
Life had gotten rather dull and had lapsed into a routine that was both good, and somewhat boring. After the winter weather, and protection of the castle, he had felt needed and useful. Here, he wasn't sure what to do with himself, but there was more out there. The journals had come to life with new people and new things. He didn't want to stay in his nice, safe world anymore. Just trying to play it safe had gotten him nothing.
He busied himself in the shop, chopping ingredients, getting a few things ready for his employee, a nice young witch, to take over. He heard Harry come in the door and half waved in between chops. At least he had agreed to go out exploring. He wasn't sure where, but they would figure it out. "It took you long enough," he half-smiled, glad to see him.
Harry had been keeping himself busy lately as well. With the silence of so many of his family and friends, Harry was left to assume that they were no longer there. He'd tried frantically to ignore it for the first week or two, but slowly realized there was no way that he could go on ignoring it. They were gone again, back to being dead. It had been a brief moment where he could spend time with them, but that moment had passed.
So had the girl, but Harry had seen her commenting on the journal. She hadn't been difficult to share a head with, however strange that sounded, but he didn't need someone else sharing his thoughts again. His head was his own, and Harry was quite happy for that finally.
When he'd agreed to meet Draco at his shop, Harry darted quickly through the area, hoping not to be recognized. He lived in Muggle London for a reason, after all. Draco's reputation was quite a bit different than the boy hero who had saved the wizarding world, after all. Harry had done what was necessary, and had lost so much in the process.
He quietly shuffled in to Draco's shop and looked up as the other spoke to him. "Hi," he greeted quietly, dressed in Muggle jeans and a t-shirt. He didn't know where they'd be traveling, so Harry had chosen a simple outfit that would fit in with most worlds, just in case.
"Was trying not to get recognized. Anyway. Have you got it reasoned out yet, where we're headed?" asked Harry curiously, leaving the question out for Draco to decide.
Draco kept his eyes on Harry, still slicing through the ingredients. His hand moved so smoothly, and he did really enjoy being in the shop. It was something that he built, and it was his. Not even the brief appearance of the dead Voldemort could take that away. He still wanted more. His reputation was slowly rebuilding, at least as a good apothecary, and he truly was, but there was so much more to do.
“I don’t know. People aren’t in their regular doors or something. The hotel has gone mad and it seems to have shuffled people up. I didn’t get a lot of information.” There was no one from their world left to ask and he really need to stop relying on their information anyway.
He gave him a mischievous look. “I thought we would just open one and step inside.” They hadn’t been as close lately, but Draco was glad he was here now. They were going to figure things out along the way. “Are you up for a bit of adventure?” It sounded like a strange question coming from the blonde, who had been firmly instructed to keep his nose clean as a lad. Now he was moving further away from that young man, into something that wasn’t quite as defined yet.
Harry's infamous green eyes watched Draco work, pleased to see him enjoying something that wasn't, well, what they'd done before. At least Draco had found his niche. Harry loved Quidditch, truly loved flying, but that fear that he'd be selected solely because of his name alone kept him from trying out. Kept him from doing a lot of things. Kept him mostly in the Muggle world, safe from being recognized on a daily basis. At least, that was the plan for now.
"That sounds fine by me," returned Harry with a shrug. Really, from what he'd heard, he could handle just about anything out there. Worse case? They turn around and leave again. Best case? They make new friends. At least, that's how Harry saw it. It was unusual to hear Draco want to be adventerous like this, but he couldn't help but grin a bit at the change in the other man.
"Whenever you're ready, then." He scuffed his sneakers against the floor briefly as he moved, shifting a bit. Harry never really could sit still and he still hated being cooped up. Losing Voldemort had been an extremely good thing, but losing his parents? Especially his mum? Harry missed her more than anything, but he kept that in tight quarters for now.
It was kind of odd, how they ended up almost trading places. Draco wanted to go out, break free from his world, and Harry wanted to live in anonymity. One might think that with the Malfoy name, this would be the opposite, but once he didn’t have his name to rely on, Draco only had himself, and it was up to him to salvage what he could.
He threw the ginger root into the cauldron and stirred, ten times to the left, and ten times to the right. He set the sand timer for the witch to stir once more, then she would set it overnight to cool and bottle. He had left several decanters along with several recipes for the next few days. He kept her quite busy, enjoying her talents. She was a Slytherin as well, born and bred. She understood the need he had to make this shop successful, and she would take care of it.
He took off the gloves he wore so that he wouldn’t contaminate the potion. “I’ve been wondering something,” he said, coming around the counter. “I know you’ve been a bit off with everyone leaving, and I know you were quiet when your father found out about us. It was kind of why I went off with Rose to try to get to the bottom of the curse.” He picked up a large bag after pocketing his wand. “Do you still want to be with me?”
At Draco's question, however, Harry was startled a bit. He looked up from where he'd started to drift just watching Draco work and blinked twice to delay responding, even if just to gather his thoughts. "Of course I do," returned Harry softly, not sure how he could explain his feelings about his father.
"Dad...well. Both of them. I never knew them," murmured Harry quietly, looking down now at his sneakers, finding that a bit easier to get the words out with. "And here they were, but they weren't what I...expected. None of us really knew how to adjust to the situation. Dad was at least talkative, whereas Mum I don't think was ready to have a son at the beginning. When she was ready, then they disappeared. I'd spent my whole life wanting parents around, wanting a family. It was just different, Draco."
He paused, then looked back up at his boyfriend skeptically. "I know that's not really assuring, Draco. But it was difficult, I will say that. I love you and I love them." To Harry, it was that simple, even if his parents were no longer here. Matter-of-fact. It was probably one of the first times that Harry had said those words out loud to Draco, but he didn't realize it himself.
Draco hadn’t been entirely sure. He didn’t show it, and hadn’t said anything. He had simply kept himself busy, refusing to think about it too much. There was a point in his life, after he was marked, that he had chosen the easiest way to deal with problems. He simply shut down, taking a mechanical approach to a task. Feelings didn’t matter nearly as much, or so he told himself. Eventually it had left him broken, bleeding on the floor, but not this time. He was much stronger now. that did not mean that he didn’t need to hear it.
“I know it was confusing,” he said, a little defensive. He was biting his tongue, and that always added a little bit of acid to his tone. He hadn’t liked James Potter at all, thought he lived up to his former reputation. He didn’t have a chance to meet Lily. His mother was the one he had depended on, and now she was gone too. He even liked his aunt better than the elder Potter. “I’m sorry they are gone.” His tone was flat, and they really were just words, not incredibly heartfelt, but he was making an effort.
“This little adventure will do us some good then, yeah? Time to get back to - normal maybe.” Were they even normal, or did anything normal exist? He doubted that, but at least it was something, and he was smiling again. “We’ll be alright. What can this place throw at us that hasn’t been done before?”
At Draco's flat words, Harry looked over at the other, his expression shifting just a bit. He knew that Draco was no fan of his father, but the least he could have done was either not said something or expressed how he really felt. Still, Harry kept himself from commenting, not wanting to start anything just now. Now was not the time for that.
"Well, I'll leave it to you, then. I'm up for anything." Harry managed a smile, his attention focused on Draco yet curious all the same. This place had changed them from who they had been originally, now with having had people in their heads and everything. Things certainly were different.
That was Draco’s way. He spent the entire sixth year locking whatever he felt up in a very tight drum. He was no different now. He had been hurt. Those people didn’t trust him, even if he never would have went with Voldemort. They were all the same. They thought they were better for absolutely no reason at all. They weren’t great heroes, at least not in Draco’s eyes. Of course, he didn’t really want to go into that right now. They were gone. All that was left was his anger that Harry hadn’t put his foot down on the matter of them, but that anger would do no good either.
“We’ll just pick one, and go with it. From the one’s I have been in, our wands work, unless something has changed.” His lips pursed together as he looked at his boyfriend. He wasn’t sure how they would end up, but spending time together would definitely help.