49

Time Signature

Disclaimer: I do not own HP.

Summary: Because 49 was 7 times 7, and 7 was the most magical number in existence (anyone in Arithmancy could tell you that). Too bad Harry never took that class. 49 mostly unconnected drabbles/one-shots around Draco and fem! Harry.


twenty-eight, weed

Angrily, Harry tugged at the weed in the fourth Herbology greenhouse, imagining that it was a tuft of the silvery gold hair on the git's head. As soon as it came out, she moved to the next. It gave her intense satisfaction to see the weeds, lifeless and broken. Now only if the git was too.

"Wonderful job, Miss Potter!" exclaimed Professor Sprout. Well, that was a first; she normally commended Neville and Hermione in this class.

Ten years later, she smiled evilly as their son – two years old, and a perfect mix of both her and Draco – pulled her husband's hair extra hard. Just like she had done back then to the weeds.

Hmm? No, she hadn't done this on purpose, not at all. She just was temporarily deaf, and that's why she wasn't saving him.

TBC


A/N: Thank you for clicking on this chapter! This is the twenty-eighth prompt – only 21 more to go! *cheers*

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Also for the Book Thief Challenge, 9. "I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is the capacity to escalate."

Thank you again,

Time Signature