Day Seven of the Drarry Halloween Fest @drarry-halloween-fest
“Draco tells us you’re an incredible teacher,” Narcissa said.
“I guess. I don’t really know,” Harry replied. He turned back to the stove, but not without seeing Narcissa and Lucius’ disdainful looks.
Draco stepped in, “He’s only being modest. All the children adore him.” Narcissa kept her gaze on Harry.
“Is that so?” Lucius inquired. “I would hope teacher’s abilities would be measured over their lessons, not the opinion of children...” he added.
“I make sure to teach them everything they need. I usually have time towards the end of the year to teach them extra. To prepare them for the next year,” Harry offered. Once again, he left the stove to join the conversation. He needed this meeting to go well. So far, it hadn’t. Narcissa and Lucius were very protective of their son. When Harry proposed to Draco a few weeks ago, Draco insisted that they had to re-meet. Honestly, they had both held it off for far too long. Draco’s parents knew that as well, which was one reason they weren’t so keen on Harry and their relationship.
“The curriculum is there for a reason. You shouldn’t be adding or taking anything from it. It’s a perfectly capable system,” Lucius countered.
“Father, he only wants to prepare them. Sometimes, the new year can be very stressful for the students,” Draco explained.
A fond look came over Narcissa’s hardened features as she responded, “We’re sure it’s needed for potions. That is a very difficult course. Defense, however...”
“Mother!” Draco admonished. The last thing they needed was for him to critique Harry’s job.
“Draco, it’s alright,” Harry said. He then turned his attention to Narcissa, “I see where you’re coming from. Potions is precise - any minor mistake could you cost you. It needs a lot of practice to master. I’m amazed by Draco every day. Defense is more about fast reflexes and the correct body stances. It isn’t nearly as complex and hard to master as potions.”
“I excelled in Defense. Are you saying that it’s easy to do so?” Lucius interjected.
“No, not at all. It’s difficult to excel in any subject,” Harry countered.
Lucius eyed him through narrowed eyes as he said, “Are you complaining about the educational system, then? Do you think it’s too difficult for pupils?” Harry looked back and forth between the three of them, not knowing what the right thing to say was. Thankfully, Draco spoke up.
“Is something burning?” Alright, maybe it wasn’t such a good thing. The four of them all turned to see small flames coming from the pan of sauce Harry had been making. The room was filling with smoke as it burned. Harry stepped forward hurriedly to cast aguamenti over the flames. His hand was shaking violently and the spell didn’t create enough water. Draco joined him helpfully and put the fire out in one try. Harry gave a thankful look as Draco moved a stray hair out of Harry’s face.
“Draco, may we speak with you?” Narcissa asked, already moving to stand.
“No,” Draco said, causing his parents to send him astonished looks.
“Excuse me?” Narcissa said.
“Anyone you have to say, you can say it in front of Harry,” Draco replied defiantly. Harry appreciated the gesture, but he was sure he was about to witness Draco’s parents say they hated him. He didn’t know if he could handle that. Especially if Draco finally saw what they did and listened to them.
“You have our blessing.” And there it was. Wait...what? Harry turned a questioning look to Draco, who appeared to be as perplexed as him.
“Your mother and I can see how much you mean to each other. We haven’t seen Draco this happen since... well, ever. We’re glad to live to the day where our son has found true happiness,” Lucius explained. Harry and Draco turned to face each other. For a moment, they stood there, smiling giddily at each other.
“We should be taking our leave,” Narcissa said. Lucius nodded in agreement and they left the house. Harry and Draco didn’t notice as they were too engrossed by one another. This night was the start of the rest of their lives.
All was well.
So, I didn’t post yesterday’s prompt because I burned myself (but I’m okay) and the medication I took for the pain made me hella sleepy. And I didn’t have any good ideas. I’ll eventually get around to writing and posting it.
So last year while I was helping my mom cook dinner I accidentally burnt some food but everything was all good, so a year passes by and everyone always says "mm this food is great and may I add not burnt" and they give me that fuckin stare like they're better and I always say "cmon guys its been a fUCKIN YEAR"
