Post by Elienp on Nov 25, 2011 11:19:10 GMT -8
Title: Father and Son
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 221
Summary: Something they shared.
The Snitch flew past him, soon followed by his son.
Draco watched the young boy going higher through the clouds. Fortunately, his wife wasn't there to see them being so far away from the safety of the ground.
Albeit Draco also knew it was dangerous, he hadn't had the heart to go against his son's request.
Scorpius, though only six-year-old, had already decided he'd make it to the Quidditch team of his future House. Since his choice had been made, and as soon as he knew his father wasn't busy, he'd run to him with their brooms clumsily held in his arms. To make it to the team he had to train, and who could be a better trainer than a former seeker?
Draco, pleased by his son's enthusiasm, never refused him a flight.
Sometimes Scorpius would come to him when he was working, brooms in arms, shining eyes, wide smiling lips, and to the surprise of everyone but his wife's, Draco'd instantaneously stop what he was doing to follow the child.
He'd do anything for them to spend time together. Anything except forcing his son to do something he didn't like. If one day Scorpius' love for Quidditch disappeared then, then it wouldn't matter.
Quidditch was something they both loved, but it wasn't the sole thing father and son shared.
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 221
Summary: Something they shared.
The Snitch flew past him, soon followed by his son.
Draco watched the young boy going higher through the clouds. Fortunately, his wife wasn't there to see them being so far away from the safety of the ground.
Albeit Draco also knew it was dangerous, he hadn't had the heart to go against his son's request.
Scorpius, though only six-year-old, had already decided he'd make it to the Quidditch team of his future House. Since his choice had been made, and as soon as he knew his father wasn't busy, he'd run to him with their brooms clumsily held in his arms. To make it to the team he had to train, and who could be a better trainer than a former seeker?
Draco, pleased by his son's enthusiasm, never refused him a flight.
Sometimes Scorpius would come to him when he was working, brooms in arms, shining eyes, wide smiling lips, and to the surprise of everyone but his wife's, Draco'd instantaneously stop what he was doing to follow the child.
He'd do anything for them to spend time together. Anything except forcing his son to do something he didn't like. If one day Scorpius' love for Quidditch disappeared then, then it wouldn't matter.
Quidditch was something they both loved, but it wasn't the sole thing father and son shared.
