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Summary: A heart to heart...with the son of the woman he just might love.

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Harry Potter > Giles-Centered > Pairing: Narcissa Malfoy(Site Founder)JinniFR151847182,35420 Jul 0420 Jul 04Yes
Title: Man to Man

Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)

Rated: Pg13

Pairing: Giles/Narcissa

Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.

Distribution: The normal places.

Author’s Notes: 20 Minutes With Giles.

Summary: A heart to heart...with the son of the woman he just might love.

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“You hurt my mother and I’ll hex you into little, tiny pieces. Inch by bloody inch.”

Giles turned, raising his eyebrow at the unexpected, though not unfamiliar, man standing in the dark corner of his office, arms crossed and face set in a firm scowl. “Was that all you came for? If so, I would suggest you be on your way. Your mother is due to arrive shortly and I find it highly unlikely she would be pleased to find you here threatening me, Draco.”

The blonde haired wizard’s eyes narrowed even more so as he stepped out of the corner. Dear God, had he really walked through the halls of the building dressed like –that-. While the new Watcher’s Council took up an entire floor of complex, there were other floors with more mundane operations. Those that would definitely look askance at seeing a grown man walking about in…robes. Very neatly pressed, certainly expensive robes, of course. But in the end they were still robes and looked something like a dress to those not otherwise in the know about such things.

“I don’t have the foggiest clue how she met you, Muggle. But let me make something very clear –“

“Muggle?” Giles snorted in scornful amusement, taking a small measure of delight in the shock that registered, however briefly, on the younger man’s face. “Did you even think to ask your mother who I am or how we met? Or perhaps you merely took it into your just barely out of Hogwarts mind that you were the one to come down here and defend your mother’s honor from the big, bad….Muggle?”

He turned his back on Draco just long enough to sit down in the chair behind his desk, watching the wizard with thinly veiled amusement and no small measure of annoyance.

“For that matter,” Giles continued. “If you did not take even one second to ask your mother about me or her relationship with myself, I have to wonder how you knew enough to find me in the first place.” He paused. “Do sit down and stop fidgeting.”

“I’d rather not.”

He shrugged. “Have it your way. Now was there something else you needed or might I carry on with my work? Or should I tell you mother that the reason I cannot accompany her tonight is because you decided to waylay me in my office of all places?”

Draco scowled and Giles hid another smile. He was so much like his father that it was frightening, but then there were times when his mother shone through crystal clear. This was one of those times. The look on his face, as fiercely hateful and vicious as it was, reminded him with exquisite sharpness of the blonde beauty that he had spent many years mooning over.

“I found your picture in her room.”

“Did you?” Giles raised his eyebrows. “Do you make it a habit to go through your mother’s things?”

“I wasn’t –“ Draco snapped his mouth shut. “I don’t owe you any explanations.”

“No, you don’t.” Giles shook his head. He reached up and took off his glasses, squinting at them. There it was, the smudge that was slowly driving him quite batty. He drew a soft cloth from his desk drawer and started polishing the glass. “However I will provide you with one, should you choose to listen. Not that I owe you a thing. Your mother and I were friends at school.”

“My mother went to Hogwarts.”

Giles slid his glasses back on, stowing the cloth back where it had come from. He nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, she did. I was in my second year, with your father, when she was in her first. Whomever informed you of my ‘Muggle’ status was sorely mistaken, Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco’s brows rose as he looked around the office. “You work at a Muggle job.”

“I –head- the Watcher’s Council, which I would imagine was a topic in your sixth or seventh year DADA class, was it not? The Watchers and their Slayers?”

“Here? This is the Watcher’s Council?”

“We’re rebuilding.”

“I’ll say,” the younger man snorted, visibly relaxing now that the pieces were apparently clicking into place in his head. “Muggle or not – if you hurt her –“

“You’ll hex me,” Giles nodded. “I heard you the first time.”

“Just so long as we’re clear.”

“Crystal.” The former librarian glanced at the clock on the wall. “Your mother will be here any minute now. So –“

“Right,” the blond wizard agreed with the statement that hung in the air, raising the wand he’d held in his hand. Ah, then. He had apparated. Smart boy. At least now he didn’t have to worry about answering any curious questions from some of the other tenants. A flicker of a smile crossed Giles’ lips as he held up a hand to stop Draco’s departure.

“And, Draco?”

“Yes?”

“If I ever hurt your mother…you won’t need to hex me. I’m quite sure she is capable of doing it herself.”

She was the one that had taught him, after all.

~*~End Ficlet~*~

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