Office Party, 18
Title: Office Party 18
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter | Neville, Charlie, Draco.
Rating: PG
WC: ~ 500
Warnings/Content: EWE
PROMPT: Christmas Pixiedust FOR day 18 at
adventdrabbles.
A/N: Unbetaed.
"Threesome?!" Charlie's voice cut through the hushed conversation, startling both Neville and Draco, who both froze mid-embrace.
"Excuse me?" Neville stammered his arms still awkwardly around Draco, who looked as though he might Disapparate on the spot.
"I'm not psychic, but I am observant. You're here in a dark corner talking about group sex."
Charlie pointed an accusatory finger between them. "Look, I'm all for people exploring their… dynamics, but if this is some bizarre holiday arrangement involving Harry-who, for the record, is already halfway under the mistletoe with a Firewhisky-then I think we need to reevaluate our Christmas priorities."
Draco, who had been glaring daggers at Charlie, now looked like he might erupt. "You imbecile," he hissed. "Why would I-of all people-want anything involving Harry bloody Potter?"
"You just said you were here for Harry. And something about my arms?"
Neville let out a strangled sound, equal parts frustration and mortification. "He's not here for Harry, and there's no… threesome. Merlin's beard, why is everyone suddenly obsessed with the concept of group sex tonight?"
Charlie blinked. "You're saying I misheard?"
"Yes!" both Draco and Neville snapped in unison.
Charlie narrowed his eyes at Draco. "But you were talking about me."
Draco looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. "In passing. And it wasn't flattering, I assure you."
Neville pinched the bridge of his nose. "Charlie, listen to me very carefully: this has nothing to do with you, Harry, or any threesomes. Draco and I were having a private conversation, and you have decided to misinterpret everything."
"Wait, so if it's not about Harry and me," Charlie said slowly, "then what are you two sneaking off to whisper about?"
"It's about Draco not being able to use his words like an adult."
"Excuse me!" Draco shot back. "At least I didn't spend my formative years cowering under furniture every time Professor Snape entered the room!"
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Ah, so this is about feelings. Got it."
"Shut up," Draco hissed.
Neville sighed, gripping Draco's arm firmly. "You know what? Fine. Charlie, yes, this is about feelings. Draco's feelings for Harry, Harry's feelings for Draco, and my feelings of utter exhaustion at having to referee this ridiculous dance they've been doing for years. Happy now?"
Charlie's face lit up with a grin. "So, it is about Harry. And you're helping?"
"Yes," Neville said flatly. "Because apparently, someone has to."
Draco groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Kill me now."
"Not before you sort things out with Harry," Charlie quipped, clapping Draco on the back and making him stumble. "Look, Malfoy, as much as I enjoy watching you squirm, it's Christmas. Go find Harry, tell him you're hopelessly in love with him, and maybe-just maybe-you'll stop glaring at me like I've personally offended the Malfoy name."
"I was not glaring-"
"You absolutely were."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "This is why I hate Gryffindors. Why do I even bother?"
"Because deep down, you know he's right," Neville said lightly, steering Draco back toward the party. "Now, let's go find Harry before you start hexing the magical pixie-dust."
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter | Neville, Charlie, Draco.
Rating: PG
WC: ~ 500
Warnings/Content: EWE
PROMPT: Christmas Pixiedust FOR day 18 at
adventdrabbles.
A/N: Unbetaed.
"Threesome?!" Charlie's voice cut through the hushed conversation, startling both Neville and Draco, who both froze mid-embrace.
"Excuse me?" Neville stammered his arms still awkwardly around Draco, who looked as though he might Disapparate on the spot.
"I'm not psychic, but I am observant. You're here in a dark corner talking about group sex."
Charlie pointed an accusatory finger between them. "Look, I'm all for people exploring their… dynamics, but if this is some bizarre holiday arrangement involving Harry-who, for the record, is already halfway under the mistletoe with a Firewhisky-then I think we need to reevaluate our Christmas priorities."
Draco, who had been glaring daggers at Charlie, now looked like he might erupt. "You imbecile," he hissed. "Why would I-of all people-want anything involving Harry bloody Potter?"
"You just said you were here for Harry. And something about my arms?"
Neville let out a strangled sound, equal parts frustration and mortification. "He's not here for Harry, and there's no… threesome. Merlin's beard, why is everyone suddenly obsessed with the concept of group sex tonight?"
Charlie blinked. "You're saying I misheard?"
"Yes!" both Draco and Neville snapped in unison.
Charlie narrowed his eyes at Draco. "But you were talking about me."
Draco looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. "In passing. And it wasn't flattering, I assure you."
Neville pinched the bridge of his nose. "Charlie, listen to me very carefully: this has nothing to do with you, Harry, or any threesomes. Draco and I were having a private conversation, and you have decided to misinterpret everything."
"Wait, so if it's not about Harry and me," Charlie said slowly, "then what are you two sneaking off to whisper about?"
"It's about Draco not being able to use his words like an adult."
"Excuse me!" Draco shot back. "At least I didn't spend my formative years cowering under furniture every time Professor Snape entered the room!"
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Ah, so this is about feelings. Got it."
"Shut up," Draco hissed.
Neville sighed, gripping Draco's arm firmly. "You know what? Fine. Charlie, yes, this is about feelings. Draco's feelings for Harry, Harry's feelings for Draco, and my feelings of utter exhaustion at having to referee this ridiculous dance they've been doing for years. Happy now?"
Charlie's face lit up with a grin. "So, it is about Harry. And you're helping?"
"Yes," Neville said flatly. "Because apparently, someone has to."
Draco groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Kill me now."
"Not before you sort things out with Harry," Charlie quipped, clapping Draco on the back and making him stumble. "Look, Malfoy, as much as I enjoy watching you squirm, it's Christmas. Go find Harry, tell him you're hopelessly in love with him, and maybe-just maybe-you'll stop glaring at me like I've personally offended the Malfoy name."
"I was not glaring-"
"You absolutely were."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "This is why I hate Gryffindors. Why do I even bother?"
"Because deep down, you know he's right," Neville said lightly, steering Draco back toward the party. "Now, let's go find Harry before you start hexing the magical pixie-dust."