Change of Pace
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bleedingangel84Title: Change of Pace
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Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt #183-"...no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." - Friedrich Nietzsche; Belated Birthday Celebrations; Learning a new languageDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Follows Changing Careers. This will make more sense if you read that one first. I had no intention of writing this one this week, but that’s where the prompts led me.I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Harry makes a decision.
Change of Pace
Harry listened as his friends sang “Happy Birthday”, smiling happily.
“We’re sorry this is late, mate, but you’re the one who suddenly quit playing quidditch and went tearing off to France.”
“I hardly went tearing off, Ron. The team was already in France, and I was injured. I’m not to blame for that.”
“I know,” Ron grumbled, “but you don’t even know French, Harry. Why did you decide to do this all of a sudden?”
“It wasn’t sudden. Playing quidditch stopped being fun a long time ago. And I can learn French.”
“I can teach you translation spells, Harry. And I have language and grammar books from when I came here on holiday with my parents,” Hermione offered.
“That would be wonderful, Hermione. Thank you.”
“This is about Malfoy, isn’t it? You’re still obsessed with him, even after all this time!” Ron claimed.
“I am not obsessed! But there’s no point in denying that the bloke is dead fit,” Harry answered.
Ron groaned, putting his head in his hands. “I really could’ve done without hearing that, yeah?”
“Are you jealous, Ron?” Harry wondered, sounding amused.
“Come off it. I’m just wondering when my best mate suddenly lost his mind, that’s all. Giving up quidditch, leaving home, lusting after Malfoy. It’s all just too much at once, y’know?”
“I was losing myself, Ron. I wasn’t happy with the way things were, and I needed a change.”
“But to give everything up like that, I just…”
“I was tired of everyone thinking they owned a piece of me. I thought it was time I took a stand and started owning myself.”
“Hear, hear!” Hermione broke in.
“Aren’t you the least bit upset that Harry is leaving us?”
“Who said anything about leaving anyone? I know how to Apparate, and we’ll always have the pub. Unless Draco and I have a date.”
“You fell in love with your Healer. It’s like something out of a Victorian romance novel,” Hermione sighed.
“Neither of us wore a corset or fainted, and there was no lace. Though that does give me an idea.”
“Please mate, spare us the gory details.”
“I want to hear!”
“Merlin help me, my girlfriend’s a pervert!”
Harry listened as his friends sang “Happy Birthday”, smiling happily.
“We’re sorry this is late, mate, but you’re the one who suddenly quit playing quidditch and went tearing off to France.”
“I hardly went tearing off, Ron. The team was already in France, and I was injured. I’m not to blame for that.”
“I know,” Ron grumbled, “but you don’t even know French, Harry. Why did you decide to do this all of a sudden?”
“It wasn’t sudden. Playing quidditch stopped being fun a long time ago. And I can learn French.”
“I can teach you translation spells, Harry. And I have language and grammar books from when I came here on holiday with my parents,” Hermione offered.
“That would be wonderful, Hermione. Thank you.”
“This is about Malfoy, isn’t it? You’re still obsessed with him, even after all this time!” Ron claimed.
“I am not obsessed! But there’s no point in denying that the bloke is dead fit,” Harry answered.
Ron groaned, putting his head in his hands. “I really could’ve done without hearing that, yeah?”
“Are you jealous, Ron?” Harry wondered, sounding amused.
“Come off it. I’m just wondering when my best mate suddenly lost his mind, that’s all. Giving up quidditch, leaving home, lusting after Malfoy. It’s all just too much at once, y’know?”
“I was losing myself, Ron. I wasn’t happy with the way things were, and I needed a change.”
“But to give everything up like that, I just…”
“I was tired of everyone thinking they owned a piece of me. I thought it was time I took a stand and started owning myself.”
“Hear, hear!” Hermione broke in.
“Aren’t you the least bit upset that Harry is leaving us?”
“Who said anything about leaving anyone? I know how to Apparate, and we’ll always have the pub. Unless Draco and I have a date.”
“You fell in love with your Healer. It’s like something out of a Victorian romance novel,” Hermione sighed.
“Neither of us wore a corset or fainted, and there was no lace. Though that does give me an idea.”
“Please mate, spare us the gory details.”
“I want to hear!”
“Merlin help me, my girlfriend’s a pervert!”