You spark me to shine (A Season for Weddings, Ch. 19)
Title: You spark me to shine
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100X6
Challenge: Early bird prompt for
slythindor100 (gingerbread biscuits) + "FIRST SNOW" for
adventdrabbles
A/N: Unbetaed. Part of "A Season for Weddings" story.
Chapter Summary: When I see your face like the mornin sun you spark me to shine
PART FIVE: Theodore Nott/Millicent Bulstrode
December 2008
One Week Later
Harry looked in the mirror for the twelfth time that day and adjusted his robes. "Yes, I'm really doing this…" he said to himself and placed a spell on his hair so it'd stay in place.
What he was doing was going on a date with Draco Malfoy. Or well, he was escorting Malfoy to a wedding. And to his supposed straight ex-boyfriend's wedding, to be precise. This certainly is a first - he thought to himself. Feeling like a lost kitten in its first venture in snow.
"Brilliant." He sighed and sagged on the sofa in the dressing room of the hotel that he was sharing with Malfoy- at the wedding he was attending.
"Potter, are you ready?" Malfoy knocked on the door and waited until Harry called him in.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Malfoy was wearing dark blue silk robes as all the groomsmen were wearing, and Harry, his date, was wearing navy blue. Almost matching, but not enough to be confused with the wedding party.
"Don't you clean up well?" Malfoy said with a whistle.
"We've been to like 10 weddings together, already, Malfoy; so don't act surprised at the fact that I do."
Malfoy gave an easy laugh. "Ah, bickering like an old couple already," he said, "But best call me Draco, Harry."
"Ugh…" Harry made a face but secretly loved that Malfoy was calling him Harry. "Still not used to that."
"I know, me too."
After their pictures had been plastered all over the Prophet for two days straight, it seemed Millicent had contacted Malfoy-Draco and demanded that he bring his new boyfriend to the wedding.
Even though simply getting the publicity was Draco's original plan, Harry had offered to accompany him. Hence, Draco cashed in on the promise. Slytherin bastard.
"Shall we?" Draco asked and even though Harry was nervous, he nodded. He felt like a gingerbread biscuit: big smile on the outside, but ready to crumble at any moment's notice.
"Where will I sit?" Harry asked.
"In the front row. Since my date isn't in the wedding party, you and I walk in last- after the bride and the groom, if you'll believe it. Pureblood customs and all."
"How is that a pureblood custom?"
"Well, Theo's parents have passed away… and the only person closest to him is me who is supposedly in an established relationship. So when everyone is all standing up at the altar, you and I will walk in. We're blessing the ceremony since there aren't any elders from Theo's side to-"
"You didn't think you could have told me this before?" Harry snapped. Why did he feel like he was being played into this? And for some reason, he didn't want to believe Malfoy was doing this to him on purpose. Still, there was a game here.
"I didn't realise. It wasn't until Millicent fire-called me and said that I had to do it."
"Fuck," Harry mumbled.
"Precisely," replied Draco. "Oh, and one more thing…"
"What now?" Harry asked, annoyed.
He was partly faking it. He'd never been part of a traditional Pureblood wedding before. The closest he'd come to it was Pansy and Ginny's and they'd purposely shifted everything around that there was nothing pureblood about it.
"We… I think… maybe…"
"Oh, just spit it out already, Malfoy. I mean, Draco."
"We might have to kiss right before I go up and stand next to Theo."
"Excuse me?" Harry nearly screamed. "In front of the entire guests?" And then a beat later, "What'd you mean maybe?"
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/744298.html. Thanks for reading
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100X6
Challenge: Early bird prompt for
slythindor100 (gingerbread biscuits) + "FIRST SNOW" for
adventdrabbles
A/N: Unbetaed. Part of "A Season for Weddings" story.
Chapter Summary: When I see your face like the mornin sun you spark me to shine
PART FIVE: Theodore Nott/Millicent Bulstrode
December 2008
One Week Later
Harry looked in the mirror for the twelfth time that day and adjusted his robes. "Yes, I'm really doing this…" he said to himself and placed a spell on his hair so it'd stay in place.
What he was doing was going on a date with Draco Malfoy. Or well, he was escorting Malfoy to a wedding. And to his supposed straight ex-boyfriend's wedding, to be precise. This certainly is a first - he thought to himself. Feeling like a lost kitten in its first venture in snow.
"Brilliant." He sighed and sagged on the sofa in the dressing room of the hotel that he was sharing with Malfoy- at the wedding he was attending.
"Potter, are you ready?" Malfoy knocked on the door and waited until Harry called him in.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Malfoy was wearing dark blue silk robes as all the groomsmen were wearing, and Harry, his date, was wearing navy blue. Almost matching, but not enough to be confused with the wedding party.
"Don't you clean up well?" Malfoy said with a whistle.
"We've been to like 10 weddings together, already, Malfoy; so don't act surprised at the fact that I do."
Malfoy gave an easy laugh. "Ah, bickering like an old couple already," he said, "But best call me Draco, Harry."
"Ugh…" Harry made a face but secretly loved that Malfoy was calling him Harry. "Still not used to that."
"I know, me too."
After their pictures had been plastered all over the Prophet for two days straight, it seemed Millicent had contacted Malfoy-Draco and demanded that he bring his new boyfriend to the wedding.
Even though simply getting the publicity was Draco's original plan, Harry had offered to accompany him. Hence, Draco cashed in on the promise. Slytherin bastard.
"Shall we?" Draco asked and even though Harry was nervous, he nodded. He felt like a gingerbread biscuit: big smile on the outside, but ready to crumble at any moment's notice.
"Where will I sit?" Harry asked.
"In the front row. Since my date isn't in the wedding party, you and I walk in last- after the bride and the groom, if you'll believe it. Pureblood customs and all."
"How is that a pureblood custom?"
"Well, Theo's parents have passed away… and the only person closest to him is me who is supposedly in an established relationship. So when everyone is all standing up at the altar, you and I will walk in. We're blessing the ceremony since there aren't any elders from Theo's side to-"
"You didn't think you could have told me this before?" Harry snapped. Why did he feel like he was being played into this? And for some reason, he didn't want to believe Malfoy was doing this to him on purpose. Still, there was a game here.
"I didn't realise. It wasn't until Millicent fire-called me and said that I had to do it."
"Fuck," Harry mumbled.
"Precisely," replied Draco. "Oh, and one more thing…"
"What now?" Harry asked, annoyed.
He was partly faking it. He'd never been part of a traditional Pureblood wedding before. The closest he'd come to it was Pansy and Ginny's and they'd purposely shifted everything around that there was nothing pureblood about it.
"We… I think… maybe…"
"Oh, just spit it out already, Malfoy. I mean, Draco."
"We might have to kiss right before I go up and stand next to Theo."
"Excuse me?" Harry nearly screamed. "In front of the entire guests?" And then a beat later, "What'd you mean maybe?"
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/744298.html. Thanks for reading