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rurounihime) wrote2006-06-24 09:49 pm
rurounihime) wrote2006-06-24 09:49 pm
Marriage Arc!
Title: Seal of Approval
Author: me
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Summary: And it's on to the reception hall...
Disclaimer: So not mine. Though I guess I do lay claim to one of them...
Marriage Arc parts One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine
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Part 10:
Seal of Approval
The Manor of Weeping Creek had expansive tiered gardens full of blooming rose trellises and creeping muskflower blossoms that huffed out tendrils of ethereal scent, straight from the jungles of India. Ten enchanting fountains decorated the large white-stone patio, complete with glittering sprays of water from the mouths of marble cherubs and dainty sprites, who sang a gentle, eerie lullaby in bell-like tones. The massive oaken doors had been painstakingly carved to match, with fairies and nymphs chasing each other through lush forests, and every flawless diamond-paned window gleamed like silver in the afternoon sun. Inside, the front hall was enormous and airy, smelling of crisp pine and cedarwood, and there was a fresco of lazily flying hippogriffs and dragons of all imaginable colors overhead. Every spoken word echoed in softest whispers, as if the room itself were speaking. All in all, it was absolutely perfect.
Harry hated it.
Never mind that it had yet to give him any particular reason for such loathing. But Narcissa Malfoy was behaving much too agreeably about the place to give Harry anything but pangs of uneasiness in his gut.
It had been a most illuminating week. It had taken Harry the span of twenty minutes to realize that his wedding was most likely going to be a rather hellish event, all things considered. One essentially poisonous cake tasting appointment and no less than five joyful event hall tours in one day had been quite enough. The trip to the spacious Pemberly Hall had been just long enough for Harry to become attached to everything about it before Narcissa viciously axed the possibility in one fell, sneering swoop. Harry blamed himself for that one; he’d been stupid enough to voice his favorable opinions out loud for Draco’s sake, and that had been the end of that. Draco had not liked Russet House, a fact which became the subject of the nearest thing to a shouting match that two Malfoys would engage in in public; Fitzrovia Castle had had scowling pictures of Blacks everywhere; and the other two had been so sugar-coated and trimmed with pink that Harry nearly passed out from shock.
And now, standing in the middle of the sweeping front hall of this glorious “country cottage,” watching Draco make his way around the perfectly accented seating arrangements and tapestried walls, Harry was absolutely determined not to let anything even remotely similar to enjoyment soften his rigid muscles. Narcissa’s haughty smile seemed to be everywhere, the graceful gestures of her manicured hands blessing everything with her pureblooded Malfoy seal of approval, and Harry couldn’t decide what he was more furious about: the fact that he wasn’t allowed to openly like the place, or the fact that he and his future mother-in-law were actually in agreement over something.
Narcissa floated past, trailing the cottage’s simpering manager and several servants behind her, and Harry busied himself with inspecting the ice-thin crystal sculptures of satyrs lining the glowing cabinetry along the west wall. It was the largest most un-cottage-like cottage Harry had ever seen, but he supposed that it was a rather small manor, even quaint by pureblood Wizarding standards. “A lovely country escape,” Narcissa had said airily, “quite lower-class, and hardly worthy of residing in for more than a few weeks. But so charming! Such conventional charm…”
Draco had hardly spoken to him all day. Harry sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. They’d long since given up attempting to discuss their nuptials, what with the silk-frocked, mink-draped peanut gallery commenting snidely the entire time.
“…and of course the refreshments will appear along here. We’ll have truffled golden caviar on fois gras and ambrosia fronds for my son’s side of the family.”
Draco’s clipped voice drawled across the room. “Mother, I have absolutely no interest in caviar, fois gras, or ambrosia fronds, and I can guarantee that no one else will want to eat it either. Or even look at it.”
“Of course not, Draco. The hors d'oeuvres are not to be eaten. They are simply delightful embellishments to the room and the occasion.”
“Do be a dear and wait on these ‘delightful embellishments’ until after the ceremony has concluded,” Draco replied irritably. “A violently ill wedding party will be to no one’s benefit.”
Harry ground his teeth and looked askance at the ceiling fresco. What wouldn’t it be like to be there, soaring with the dragons and hippogriffs instead of down here, feet planted firmly on the smooth floorstones, listening to the voice of the one reason in the entire universe that he should not go through with this, that he should Apparate away as fast as he possibly could, and maybe take a certain scrumptious blond lover with him to a place where all the illicit activities in the world would never be witnessed—
“Why, Harry, dear. Here you are. I’ve someone to whom you simply must be introduced.”
Harry was jerked forcefully out of his reverie by the dreaded tones he’d been most keen on avoiding. He met Narcissa’s frosty eyes above her deceptively benevolent smile. She tilted her head at him and narrowed her gaze even further. “Do take your hands out of your pockets, darling.”
Harry only silenced the growl that threatened to come out of his mouth because she had already turned from him and was gesturing to someone behind her. “May I present the owner of this adorable little cottage? I do believe the two of you have a great deal in common.”
Harry looked past her and saw a tall, very attractive man approaching. He couldn’t have been more than a year or two older than Harry. An effortless sweep of chestnut hair framed the pierce of hazel eyes and drifted against a chiseled jaw. He walked with the refinement of old money, in crisply tailored clothing that only emphasized the natural glow of his skin – and the hall itself. The man inclined his head, a small smile on his lips.
Harry nodded to him, taking the brief opportunity to look for Draco. But his fiancé seemed to have left the front hall, perhaps for the supposedly vast kitchens below, or the luxurious upstairs gallerias. Harry’s stomach twisted. Call him paranoid, but Narcissa’s smile was making him feel just a tad uncomfortable.
“Well,” the woman said loftily. “I’ll just allow you two to get acquainted, shall I?” And with that, she turned on her designer heel and sauntered away.
The man gave a soft chuckle and held out his hand to Harry. “Well, well. The famous Harry Potter. Charmed, I’m sure.”
Harry took his hand and smiled back. “And you are?”
“Garrett. Garrett Saffold-Insbrook.”
Harry looked at him sharply. The man’s eyebrow rose in a playful fashion. Things began to fall into place like a sickening parody of a Gringott’s vault lock. Harry frowned and withdrew his hand. “Pleasure,” he said in a flat voice.
“You don’t sound pleased,” Garrett returned with all the pleasantness of his rank. “How do you like my family’s fourth estate? It’s rather a new acquisition. You may not have heard of it in connection with our name.”
Harry smiled tightly. “I’m afraid I don’t pay a lot of attention to the grandiose appropriation of wealth.”
It was Garrett’s turn to narrow his eyes. He laughed a bit belatedly and cast an easy glance at the lithe form of Narcissa Malfoy strolling across the room in the midst of a discussion with several of the cottage servants, and then looked back at Harry. “Of course not. Not your forte, is it, really?”
Harry couldn’t help it; he bristled. “Excuse me?”
Garrett swept one hand out gracefully, taking in not only the room, but the servants, the artwork, and the current head of the Malfoy house. “Tempting prize, I must say. Draco’s… attributes must be very appealing.”
“Well,” Harry returned. “You would know better than most how temptation works, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Mr Potter,” the other man said in a bored tone. “Besides, the benefits of such an alliance go far beyond the meager trappings of material wealth, am I right? I assume he is still quite the adventurous sort once safely out of the public eye, even after all these years. And that,” he said, a disturbing leer sneaking through his smile, “I do know about. Rather intimately.”
Harry fought with himself to keep his fists at his sides, and to keep from looking around for Narcissa, wherever she’d got to. Oh, she was enjoying this, wasn’t she? Harry glared at the taller man, hating the rakish slide of hair across his brow. “You know the most disgusting part of all of this? I can only thank you.”
Garrett gave him a nasty smile. “Well. I’m all ears.”
Harry looked him over disdainfully, letting his gaze rove the lean form and faultless posture before meeting the man’s eyes once more. “Thank you. For giving up on the chance of a lifetime.”
He was gratified by the tiniest of flickers through hazel irises. Garrett gave a careless shrug, lowering his voice for the benefit of the servants bustling by them. “Hardly a sacrifice, I must admit. To see him wed the Wizarding world’s greatest hero is more than worth the loss. What a handsome, committed pair you make.”
“So glad you think so,” Harry said contemptuously. “Because your opinion is of the utmost importance to us, of course.”
“Oh, but it’s important to someone, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” The taller man sneered condescendingly at him. “But then, you are more the type he’d like, aren’t you? Brave. Considerate. Unlikely to stray, even if he does. So sorry you haven’t met the approval of the rest of the family, Harry.”
“I’ve met the approval of the only family member I care to,” Harry shot back evenly. “It’s rather sad that you never did.”
Garrett tossed a deep, cultured laugh his way. “If you haven’t noticed, Mr Potter, I don’t require anyone’s approval but my own. And I quite approve of my life thus far.”
“Oh, yes,” Harry gritted out, “but he didn’t, did he? And it’s absolutely inconceivable that he might be the one in the right.”
Garrett sneered at him again, still looking for all the world like the pureblooded heir to incredible pomp and circumstance that he was. “He’s rather needy, isn’t he?”
“Not in my experience,” Harry spat.
Garrett nodded at him, squinting as if he’d just answered life’s greatest puzzle. “You really are perfect for him, aren’t you? You’ll be completely content to just let him dictate your life. Who you see, where you go, when he wants you home… You’ll bend to his every asinine entreaty!”
“That’s how you justify it, isn’t it?” Harry said incredulously. Draco’s vacant expression from that night when he’d first told him of Garrett Saffold-Insbrook, the injury and the scarring there, filled Harry’s mind like a storm, heating his blood. “He was trampling all over your freedom like some conceited child? Never mind that he was mad for you, that he expected a tiny bit of consideration and respect from you in return. That he would have thrown himself at your feet if you’d so much as cocked an eyebrow?”
Garrett’s face went a little paler than it had been, but his smirk was still firmly in place. “He was enjoyable to be with. While it lasted. I can’t help it if he invested himself in something that just wasn’t there.”
And Harry… saw something. At last. He peered at the other man, the torrential flood of angry words falling away from his mind, giving way to something much more quiet. Much more truthful. He stepped closer, narrowing his eyes.
“What is it, Garrett?” he said softly. “All alone now in your pristine cottage, watching happy couples marry and trying to forget the one that got away from all your wealth and charms and perfect elegance?”
Garrett Saffold-Insbrook’s face had lost all trace of amusement. He was glaring at Harry stonily, lips edged white with the effort of clenching his jaw. Harry looked him over once more, toe to head, and snorted softly.
“You’re pathetic. If you hadn’t fooled around on him, you wouldn’t be in this deplorable situation, now would you?”
“You know next to nothing about me,” Garrett seethed, eyes hard with anger.
“And that’s all I ever care to know,” Harry said sweetly. He straightened and tipped his head formally to the other man, more than satisfied with the open-mouthed shock marring that gentile demeanor. For a moment, the Saffold-Insbrook heir looked like he might spit. Instead, he spun around and stalked across the room, exiting through one of the large arches in the east wall.
There was a hiss of indrawn breath to Harry’s left, not dissimilar to the malevolent whisper of a basilisk. He turned and saw Narcissa Malfoy standing several yards away, almost beneath one of the voluminous tapestries hanging from the walls. Her pristine face was twisted murderously. He cringed, but she was not looking at him this time. She was looking across the hall, toward the archway that—
“Quite a beautiful place, isn’t it, Harry?” Draco appeared beside him, gaze still fixed on the ornate ceiling fresco. “Stunning, actually.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Harry stated quietly. Draco blinked at him. His face was drawn with the weariness of the day, but curious nonetheless.
“Don’t like it? Did you speak to the owner?”
Harry nodded once and smiled at his fiancé. “Yes. This place isn’t for us.”
Draco studied him with a small frown, and then shrugged. “Fine by me. Actually, there was another hall I was considering, near Suffolk, if only Mother would just… conveniently get lost among the tapestries somewhere. I’ve made an appointment. Without her.”
Harry nodded again and slid his arm around his lover’s shoulders. If Draco found it unusual, he did nothing more than pause for an instant before launching into a vigorous description of the history of his hall of choice. Harry nodded along, and they continued out the front doors into the gardens.
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Part 11: Cause and Effect
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Thanks for reading!
Author: me
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Summary: And it's on to the reception hall...
Disclaimer: So not mine. Though I guess I do lay claim to one of them...
Marriage Arc parts One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine
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Part 10:
Seal of Approval
The Manor of Weeping Creek had expansive tiered gardens full of blooming rose trellises and creeping muskflower blossoms that huffed out tendrils of ethereal scent, straight from the jungles of India. Ten enchanting fountains decorated the large white-stone patio, complete with glittering sprays of water from the mouths of marble cherubs and dainty sprites, who sang a gentle, eerie lullaby in bell-like tones. The massive oaken doors had been painstakingly carved to match, with fairies and nymphs chasing each other through lush forests, and every flawless diamond-paned window gleamed like silver in the afternoon sun. Inside, the front hall was enormous and airy, smelling of crisp pine and cedarwood, and there was a fresco of lazily flying hippogriffs and dragons of all imaginable colors overhead. Every spoken word echoed in softest whispers, as if the room itself were speaking. All in all, it was absolutely perfect.
Harry hated it.
Never mind that it had yet to give him any particular reason for such loathing. But Narcissa Malfoy was behaving much too agreeably about the place to give Harry anything but pangs of uneasiness in his gut.
It had been a most illuminating week. It had taken Harry the span of twenty minutes to realize that his wedding was most likely going to be a rather hellish event, all things considered. One essentially poisonous cake tasting appointment and no less than five joyful event hall tours in one day had been quite enough. The trip to the spacious Pemberly Hall had been just long enough for Harry to become attached to everything about it before Narcissa viciously axed the possibility in one fell, sneering swoop. Harry blamed himself for that one; he’d been stupid enough to voice his favorable opinions out loud for Draco’s sake, and that had been the end of that. Draco had not liked Russet House, a fact which became the subject of the nearest thing to a shouting match that two Malfoys would engage in in public; Fitzrovia Castle had had scowling pictures of Blacks everywhere; and the other two had been so sugar-coated and trimmed with pink that Harry nearly passed out from shock.
And now, standing in the middle of the sweeping front hall of this glorious “country cottage,” watching Draco make his way around the perfectly accented seating arrangements and tapestried walls, Harry was absolutely determined not to let anything even remotely similar to enjoyment soften his rigid muscles. Narcissa’s haughty smile seemed to be everywhere, the graceful gestures of her manicured hands blessing everything with her pureblooded Malfoy seal of approval, and Harry couldn’t decide what he was more furious about: the fact that he wasn’t allowed to openly like the place, or the fact that he and his future mother-in-law were actually in agreement over something.
Narcissa floated past, trailing the cottage’s simpering manager and several servants behind her, and Harry busied himself with inspecting the ice-thin crystal sculptures of satyrs lining the glowing cabinetry along the west wall. It was the largest most un-cottage-like cottage Harry had ever seen, but he supposed that it was a rather small manor, even quaint by pureblood Wizarding standards. “A lovely country escape,” Narcissa had said airily, “quite lower-class, and hardly worthy of residing in for more than a few weeks. But so charming! Such conventional charm…”
Draco had hardly spoken to him all day. Harry sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. They’d long since given up attempting to discuss their nuptials, what with the silk-frocked, mink-draped peanut gallery commenting snidely the entire time.
“…and of course the refreshments will appear along here. We’ll have truffled golden caviar on fois gras and ambrosia fronds for my son’s side of the family.”
Draco’s clipped voice drawled across the room. “Mother, I have absolutely no interest in caviar, fois gras, or ambrosia fronds, and I can guarantee that no one else will want to eat it either. Or even look at it.”
“Of course not, Draco. The hors d'oeuvres are not to be eaten. They are simply delightful embellishments to the room and the occasion.”
“Do be a dear and wait on these ‘delightful embellishments’ until after the ceremony has concluded,” Draco replied irritably. “A violently ill wedding party will be to no one’s benefit.”
Harry ground his teeth and looked askance at the ceiling fresco. What wouldn’t it be like to be there, soaring with the dragons and hippogriffs instead of down here, feet planted firmly on the smooth floorstones, listening to the voice of the one reason in the entire universe that he should not go through with this, that he should Apparate away as fast as he possibly could, and maybe take a certain scrumptious blond lover with him to a place where all the illicit activities in the world would never be witnessed—
“Why, Harry, dear. Here you are. I’ve someone to whom you simply must be introduced.”
Harry was jerked forcefully out of his reverie by the dreaded tones he’d been most keen on avoiding. He met Narcissa’s frosty eyes above her deceptively benevolent smile. She tilted her head at him and narrowed her gaze even further. “Do take your hands out of your pockets, darling.”
Harry only silenced the growl that threatened to come out of his mouth because she had already turned from him and was gesturing to someone behind her. “May I present the owner of this adorable little cottage? I do believe the two of you have a great deal in common.”
Harry looked past her and saw a tall, very attractive man approaching. He couldn’t have been more than a year or two older than Harry. An effortless sweep of chestnut hair framed the pierce of hazel eyes and drifted against a chiseled jaw. He walked with the refinement of old money, in crisply tailored clothing that only emphasized the natural glow of his skin – and the hall itself. The man inclined his head, a small smile on his lips.
Harry nodded to him, taking the brief opportunity to look for Draco. But his fiancé seemed to have left the front hall, perhaps for the supposedly vast kitchens below, or the luxurious upstairs gallerias. Harry’s stomach twisted. Call him paranoid, but Narcissa’s smile was making him feel just a tad uncomfortable.
“Well,” the woman said loftily. “I’ll just allow you two to get acquainted, shall I?” And with that, she turned on her designer heel and sauntered away.
The man gave a soft chuckle and held out his hand to Harry. “Well, well. The famous Harry Potter. Charmed, I’m sure.”
Harry took his hand and smiled back. “And you are?”
“Garrett. Garrett Saffold-Insbrook.”
Harry looked at him sharply. The man’s eyebrow rose in a playful fashion. Things began to fall into place like a sickening parody of a Gringott’s vault lock. Harry frowned and withdrew his hand. “Pleasure,” he said in a flat voice.
“You don’t sound pleased,” Garrett returned with all the pleasantness of his rank. “How do you like my family’s fourth estate? It’s rather a new acquisition. You may not have heard of it in connection with our name.”
Harry smiled tightly. “I’m afraid I don’t pay a lot of attention to the grandiose appropriation of wealth.”
It was Garrett’s turn to narrow his eyes. He laughed a bit belatedly and cast an easy glance at the lithe form of Narcissa Malfoy strolling across the room in the midst of a discussion with several of the cottage servants, and then looked back at Harry. “Of course not. Not your forte, is it, really?”
Harry couldn’t help it; he bristled. “Excuse me?”
Garrett swept one hand out gracefully, taking in not only the room, but the servants, the artwork, and the current head of the Malfoy house. “Tempting prize, I must say. Draco’s… attributes must be very appealing.”
“Well,” Harry returned. “You would know better than most how temptation works, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Mr Potter,” the other man said in a bored tone. “Besides, the benefits of such an alliance go far beyond the meager trappings of material wealth, am I right? I assume he is still quite the adventurous sort once safely out of the public eye, even after all these years. And that,” he said, a disturbing leer sneaking through his smile, “I do know about. Rather intimately.”
Harry fought with himself to keep his fists at his sides, and to keep from looking around for Narcissa, wherever she’d got to. Oh, she was enjoying this, wasn’t she? Harry glared at the taller man, hating the rakish slide of hair across his brow. “You know the most disgusting part of all of this? I can only thank you.”
Garrett gave him a nasty smile. “Well. I’m all ears.”
Harry looked him over disdainfully, letting his gaze rove the lean form and faultless posture before meeting the man’s eyes once more. “Thank you. For giving up on the chance of a lifetime.”
He was gratified by the tiniest of flickers through hazel irises. Garrett gave a careless shrug, lowering his voice for the benefit of the servants bustling by them. “Hardly a sacrifice, I must admit. To see him wed the Wizarding world’s greatest hero is more than worth the loss. What a handsome, committed pair you make.”
“So glad you think so,” Harry said contemptuously. “Because your opinion is of the utmost importance to us, of course.”
“Oh, but it’s important to someone, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” The taller man sneered condescendingly at him. “But then, you are more the type he’d like, aren’t you? Brave. Considerate. Unlikely to stray, even if he does. So sorry you haven’t met the approval of the rest of the family, Harry.”
“I’ve met the approval of the only family member I care to,” Harry shot back evenly. “It’s rather sad that you never did.”
Garrett tossed a deep, cultured laugh his way. “If you haven’t noticed, Mr Potter, I don’t require anyone’s approval but my own. And I quite approve of my life thus far.”
“Oh, yes,” Harry gritted out, “but he didn’t, did he? And it’s absolutely inconceivable that he might be the one in the right.”
Garrett sneered at him again, still looking for all the world like the pureblooded heir to incredible pomp and circumstance that he was. “He’s rather needy, isn’t he?”
“Not in my experience,” Harry spat.
Garrett nodded at him, squinting as if he’d just answered life’s greatest puzzle. “You really are perfect for him, aren’t you? You’ll be completely content to just let him dictate your life. Who you see, where you go, when he wants you home… You’ll bend to his every asinine entreaty!”
“That’s how you justify it, isn’t it?” Harry said incredulously. Draco’s vacant expression from that night when he’d first told him of Garrett Saffold-Insbrook, the injury and the scarring there, filled Harry’s mind like a storm, heating his blood. “He was trampling all over your freedom like some conceited child? Never mind that he was mad for you, that he expected a tiny bit of consideration and respect from you in return. That he would have thrown himself at your feet if you’d so much as cocked an eyebrow?”
Garrett’s face went a little paler than it had been, but his smirk was still firmly in place. “He was enjoyable to be with. While it lasted. I can’t help it if he invested himself in something that just wasn’t there.”
And Harry… saw something. At last. He peered at the other man, the torrential flood of angry words falling away from his mind, giving way to something much more quiet. Much more truthful. He stepped closer, narrowing his eyes.
“What is it, Garrett?” he said softly. “All alone now in your pristine cottage, watching happy couples marry and trying to forget the one that got away from all your wealth and charms and perfect elegance?”
Garrett Saffold-Insbrook’s face had lost all trace of amusement. He was glaring at Harry stonily, lips edged white with the effort of clenching his jaw. Harry looked him over once more, toe to head, and snorted softly.
“You’re pathetic. If you hadn’t fooled around on him, you wouldn’t be in this deplorable situation, now would you?”
“You know next to nothing about me,” Garrett seethed, eyes hard with anger.
“And that’s all I ever care to know,” Harry said sweetly. He straightened and tipped his head formally to the other man, more than satisfied with the open-mouthed shock marring that gentile demeanor. For a moment, the Saffold-Insbrook heir looked like he might spit. Instead, he spun around and stalked across the room, exiting through one of the large arches in the east wall.
There was a hiss of indrawn breath to Harry’s left, not dissimilar to the malevolent whisper of a basilisk. He turned and saw Narcissa Malfoy standing several yards away, almost beneath one of the voluminous tapestries hanging from the walls. Her pristine face was twisted murderously. He cringed, but she was not looking at him this time. She was looking across the hall, toward the archway that—
“Quite a beautiful place, isn’t it, Harry?” Draco appeared beside him, gaze still fixed on the ornate ceiling fresco. “Stunning, actually.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Harry stated quietly. Draco blinked at him. His face was drawn with the weariness of the day, but curious nonetheless.
“Don’t like it? Did you speak to the owner?”
Harry nodded once and smiled at his fiancé. “Yes. This place isn’t for us.”
Draco studied him with a small frown, and then shrugged. “Fine by me. Actually, there was another hall I was considering, near Suffolk, if only Mother would just… conveniently get lost among the tapestries somewhere. I’ve made an appointment. Without her.”
Harry nodded again and slid his arm around his lover’s shoulders. If Draco found it unusual, he did nothing more than pause for an instant before launching into a vigorous description of the history of his hall of choice. Harry nodded along, and they continued out the front doors into the gardens.
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Part 11: Cause and Effect
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Thanks for reading!
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And hahaha Garret is such a loser bwahahaha. Great battle of words between Harry and Garret heh. :)
can't wait for more, darling!
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However, I think you may end up appreciating Narcissa before long, at least a little bit.
Thanks for this lovely comment!
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*hisses and flexes claws*
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Heh, I always saw the confrontation as being between Harry and Garrett, but who knows? Maybe Draco will get his day in the sun as well. ^_^ Thanks so much for reading!
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I am a pacifist to heart, but your Narcissa makes me want to beat the heck out of her. Also, I adore the way Harry tries really hard to maintain some resemblance of tolerance to Narcissa.
PS/ Now, thinking about it, this Garret guy makes me want to get violent also. Ok been a pacifist might be overrated :)
As always sweety, your writing and detail descriptions made this chapter a delight to read.
Go on, kudos and kisses for you.
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Thank you so much, love, again. You always leave me the best comments.
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And only you make that worth it. :D As amazing as always, my dear. You are just glorious. *loves*
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I love Draco and Harry in this, their thoughts and motivations and personalities, and I think that Narcissa is rather interesting. Especially since she's been so horrid to my poor Harry but underneath, there's the love for her son, which is about to come to the fore against that bastard who'd hurt Draco.
I certainly look forward to more in this series!!!
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“What is it, Garrett?” he said softly. “All alone now in your pristine cottage, watching happy couples marry and trying to forget the one that got away from all your wealth and charms and perfect elegance?
And that lovely opening paragraph; very descriptive and visual.
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Thank you, love! I'm so glad you are enjoying it, and I love being tackle-pounced by you. ♥
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Thanks so much, love. I adore describing things in a scene, especially Malfoy things because they are just so sniff-worthy, and those are always the best descriptions. I'm so glad you like their presence in the story. Makes me feel great.
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Another lovely chapter. Why is it that I see them ending up eloping? :P
Looking forward to the next bit.
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Thanks, love. *kiss*
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I adored this part, I tried post just a fraction, but I didn't want to cut up the sentence.
I love Harry's thought process. Poor lad, having to deal with a plotting Narcissa, and Draco's ex. *sigh*
(also love how Draco was cluless to the whole thing. Made the ending a lighter close for us. *hugs*
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Thanks, muffin! I also like that Draco's clueless. If he knew what was happening, he might fall apart right there in the middle of the room, and I just couldn't be that mean to him. I'm being far too mean to him in my other WIPs. ^_^
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And somehow, I simply love Narcissa - after all, she does (as I see it) what she thinks is best for Draco... ha! Garrett might be in for a nasty surprise now!
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Thank you! *pets* So glad you are enjoying it.
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:D
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*much with the glompage* Thank you! It's always so satisfying to give meanies what's coming to them, isn't it? And I do think Garrett's not done atoning...
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*but not really*
He made his bed; time to go lie in it. Arse was messing with the wrong family. Thank you so much for reading! I love your comments.
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Thanks for reading! And I LOVE your icon!
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Yay
Narcissa just makes you want to shoot her doesn't she? All the same, she has such an interesting character in this.
I love the marriage arc altogether though! Hope there's a new installment soon
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Lucky045
(AKA anonymous from the last few installments)
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Thank you so much for reading this fic! It's been a joy to write, and I just love feedback.
As for future installments, they sort of come along whenever I am in the mood, so we'll see how it goes. Hopefully not too long!
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Just found your fics through a rec for one of the Arrangements and I'm kinda working my way along.
I'm enjoying this marriage series in particular. In some ways it's a typical wedding story complete with the mother in law from hell woes, but you're really making it specific to these characters which is brilliant.
Thanks for the read!
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Thank you so much for reading, and for your obvious enjoyment!!! I really appreciate your review! And I'm so glad you like this series. ^__^