Curious Quills
Title: Curious Quills
Author:
byaghro
Word Count: 456
Pairing: H/D
Rating: G / PG
Warning: Possibilities are implied but that's about all.
Prompt:
hp_animagus and
hp_creatures prompt "feather"
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Reviewed by
dysonrules . Thank you for your continued encouragement! *loves*
Summary: Harry owns an unusual quill...
Draco stood, unobserved, and watched Potter write. The dark haired boy sat with books littering half of a library table as he feverishly scribbled notes on a piece of parchment. If he found a particularly useful piece of information he would lean in and write with tight little movements of his hand. If he was struggling with a concept he would write for a minute, then stretch, write for another minute, refill his inkpot, write, drum his fingers, write, and so forth.
Draco noted that while the Gryffindor's penmanship was notoriously messy, he always signed his name with large hand motions and a flourish on the 'y'. He noted how the Boy Who Lived would nibble his quill when he was deep in thought. But mostly Draco paid attention to the quill itself. The feather was long and sleek and colored a vivid, turquoise blue. No one else had a quill like Potter's. No one in the whole of Hogwarts possessed such a unique writing instrument. Draco knew, he'd checked.
Taking a deep breath he sauntered over and made his presence known, "Actually doing research Potter? I'm shocked. I always assumed Granger wrote all of your papers for you."
"Piss off, Malfoy. I'm busy," Potter snarled.
"Actually, I have a question for you, Potter." Draco paused but the Gryffindor appeared to be paying attention. "Tell me, where did you get that extrordinary quill?" Unable to help himself, he reached out and ran his fingers along the length, enjoying the smooth softness beneath his fingertips.
Caught off guard, Harry stammered, "Um... it's mine."
Draco rolled his eyes, "I know it's yours. I wasn't accusing you of stealing it. I simply wanted to know where you got it from."
Harry floundered. It was obvious that he did not want to divulge this piece of information but, being a Gryffindor and therefore unable to lie on his feet, he sputtered for a moment before blurting out the truth, "It's from my animagus form. I... um... turn into a macaw and this is one of my feathers." He waved the quill about nervously.
The blond blinked. He hadn't known Potter was an animagus. He processed this for a moment before asking, "Are all of your little friends animagi as well?"
Harry shook his head. "Just me."
"Did you pluck the feather yourself?" Draco questioned, looking at the bright blue object with new eyes.
Harry shook his head again. "No, I've been..." he blushed, "moulting, apparently. Madame Pomfrey thinks it's stress. I've been dropping feathers like crazy, anytime I change forms."
"Hmm." Draco looked speculative for a moment before reaching into his bag and pulling out three identical blue feathers. "That might explain why I keep finding these by my bed."
Author:
byaghro
Word Count: 456
Pairing: H/D
Rating: G / PG
Warning: Possibilities are implied but that's about all.
Prompt:
hp_animagus and
hp_creatures prompt "feather"
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Reviewed by
dysonrules . Thank you for your continued encouragement! *loves*
Summary: Harry owns an unusual quill...
Draco stood, unobserved, and watched Potter write. The dark haired boy sat with books littering half of a library table as he feverishly scribbled notes on a piece of parchment. If he found a particularly useful piece of information he would lean in and write with tight little movements of his hand. If he was struggling with a concept he would write for a minute, then stretch, write for another minute, refill his inkpot, write, drum his fingers, write, and so forth.
Draco noted that while the Gryffindor's penmanship was notoriously messy, he always signed his name with large hand motions and a flourish on the 'y'. He noted how the Boy Who Lived would nibble his quill when he was deep in thought. But mostly Draco paid attention to the quill itself. The feather was long and sleek and colored a vivid, turquoise blue. No one else had a quill like Potter's. No one in the whole of Hogwarts possessed such a unique writing instrument. Draco knew, he'd checked.
Taking a deep breath he sauntered over and made his presence known, "Actually doing research Potter? I'm shocked. I always assumed Granger wrote all of your papers for you."
"Piss off, Malfoy. I'm busy," Potter snarled.
"Actually, I have a question for you, Potter." Draco paused but the Gryffindor appeared to be paying attention. "Tell me, where did you get that extrordinary quill?" Unable to help himself, he reached out and ran his fingers along the length, enjoying the smooth softness beneath his fingertips.
Caught off guard, Harry stammered, "Um... it's mine."
Draco rolled his eyes, "I know it's yours. I wasn't accusing you of stealing it. I simply wanted to know where you got it from."
Harry floundered. It was obvious that he did not want to divulge this piece of information but, being a Gryffindor and therefore unable to lie on his feet, he sputtered for a moment before blurting out the truth, "It's from my animagus form. I... um... turn into a macaw and this is one of my feathers." He waved the quill about nervously.
The blond blinked. He hadn't known Potter was an animagus. He processed this for a moment before asking, "Are all of your little friends animagi as well?"
Harry shook his head. "Just me."
"Did you pluck the feather yourself?" Draco questioned, looking at the bright blue object with new eyes.
Harry shook his head again. "No, I've been..." he blushed, "moulting, apparently. Madame Pomfrey thinks it's stress. I've been dropping feathers like crazy, anytime I change forms."
"Hmm." Draco looked speculative for a moment before reaching into his bag and pulling out three identical blue feathers. "That might explain why I keep finding these by my bed."