Writer: Azure K Mello
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 101 of ? or part 17 of Part Three
Words: 335
Screw it.
Before leaving the grounds James sought out his son who was getting ready for class. He said, "I'm gonna go. But I thought I would bring you some spends." He held out a small bag of coins but Harry didn't move to take it.
"Daddy," he said wary that while they were alone in his dorm anyone could walk in, "I'm fine. I don't need that."
"I just want to make sure you have a nice time. Maybe you and your friends could go out." James said softly pushing the money into his son's palm.
Harry saw what his father was attempting to do but money wasn't going to help Harry forget what he'd seen and he didn't need spends. "You're gonna spoil me, I'll end up like Malfoy." He saw Malfoy's face crumble inwards as he took a spell that had been meant for Harry and a little voice asked, "a spoiled brat would do that?" and he swallowed hard and pushed the money back at his Dad. "I'll come home this weekend if I can get away."
James nodded and kissed his son's forehead while Harry picked up his bag of Potion notes. He walked his father out and then continued down to the dungeon. As he walked into the class he was met with Draco's angry glare. Sitting down he tried to ignore the look even though it was the same one the boy had worn the night before: the look he would wear while killing Harry. And he said softly, "I'm sorry, Draco, really. I fucked up."
Draco still glared but it lost its malevolence as he said, "I waited for you."
"I know-"
"Was it worth it?" Draco interrupted.
And he thought of the pizza and affection and said, "Yes."
Nodding Draco accepted the answer and said, "Fine. Don't do it again. You only get to fuck up once." Harry nodded grateful that Draco was willing to drop it. "Seven PM, your room, be there or fail the test tomorrow."