Potter's Present
Title: Potter’s Present
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 900
Summary: Blaise is a good friend- and the Reigning King of Awesome.
Author's notes: Written for:
awdt's Christmas quickies: Prompt 15: Candle
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
“No! No, I don’t want to! You can’t make me be nice! It’s not natural!”
“Well, no arguments there,” Blaise grunted resentfully as he attempted to drag his squirming, flailing best friend into the Great Hall. “But you asked me to make sure you went through with this and I’m going to. Now come on!”
“That’s a lie! I never did!” Draco yelled, grabbing onto a hapless Christmas tree for leverage. A couple of wide eyed first years stopped right in their tracks to ogle at them.
“See, this is why I made you put it down in writing,” Blaise smirked, somehow managing to procure a crumpled piece of parchment from his packet, all the while still holding on to a ridiculously reluctant Draco. “I, Draco Malfoy being of sound mind and body- mind of course, being a matter of opinion-“
“You added that part in there later!” Draco shrilled indignantly, making the assembled first years giggle.
Blaise rattled on without acknowledging the tantrum. “-hereby declare my intention to provide one Harry Potter with a Christmas present this year. For the mentioned purpose, Blaise Zabini- who will henceforth be referred to as His Majesty, the Reigning King of Awesome-“
“Stop adding stupid things to the contract!”
“The Reigning King of Awesome,” Blaise blithely talked over him. “…is granted full autonomy to ensure that I carry out said intention by any means necessary. Aforementioned means including but are not limited to hexes, potions, torture and/or telling Pansy about the Purple Panties Incident.”
“You promised never to mention that again!” Draco bellowed.
“Should have put it in writing,” Blaise sing-songed smugly. “Now, come on! Don’t make me take away your hair potions.”
“I can’t!”
“Why the hell not?” Blaise demanded exasperatedly.
“He’s going to laugh at me,” Draco mumbled so softly that Blaise could hardly hear him. He sighed and relaxed his hold on Draco. The blond didn’t pull away. Instead, he huddled closer to Blaise, looking small and lost and insecure. The Slytherin put a brotherly arm around Draco and squeezed his shoulders gently. He could be such an idiot sometimes
“You know he won’t,” he answered gently. “Potter likes you. He’s going to love your present.”
“I don’t care what Potter thinks,” Draco snapped petulantly, resting his head on Blaise’s shoulder. “I just…changed my mind. I don’t want to give him a present anymore.”
“Is that right?” Blaise smirked. “Then why are you still holding it?”
Draco looked down at the present he was mangling and sighed. “It’s a stupid present,” he mumbled finally
“It’s a brilliant present,” Blaise argued. “I’ll bet Potter agrees with me. Hey, Potter! Get over here!”
“Blaise!” Draco screeched indignantly. He paled as Potter gave them a curious look and detached himself from his group of Gryffindors to approach them. Blaise tightened his hold on the blond’s shoulders, just in case he tried to make a run for it. Draco however, seemed to have frozen in terror and merely stood there, watching Potter come closer with wide, unblinking grey eyes.
“Hello Zabini. Draco,” Potter greeted. “Am I interrupting something?” His gaze flicked to Blaise’s arm around Draco’s shoulders and the Slytherin suppressed a smirk as he saw those green eyes flare possessively. Apparently, he was surrounded by idiots.
“Not at all, Potter,” he replied, smoothly disengaging himself from Draco. “We were just discussing your Christmas present.”
“My what?”
“Nothing!” Draco blurted, giving Blaise an impressive death glare. His arms went firmly behind his back and he raised his chin stubbornly. Potter looked surprised but he turned to the blond, smiling tentatively. “You got me a present?”
“Maybe,” Draco admitted grudgingly.
Potter’s smile turned to an amused grin. “Can I see it?”
“I think it’s better for my self esteem if you didn’t,” Draco muttered.
“Oh for Merlin’s sake!” Blaise snapped, snatching the present from the blond's grip. “Potter, catch!” He tossed the present over to the Gryffindor. Potter caught it neatly and side stepped Draco, avoiding his retaliatory swipe as he efficiently tore off the wrapping paper.
“Oh,” Potter murmured, turning his present over in his hands. It was a white candle, carved into the shape of the word Peace. A red star topped it off making a simple, but lovely display
“Do you like it?” Draco mumbled. “I mean not that I care or anything but…do you?”
Potter’s eyes shone as he smiled at the dithering blond. “I love it,” he said fervently. “It’s absolutely perfect.”
“Yeah, I thought so,” Draco preened. Blaise rolled his eyes as Potter’s grin widened to ridiculous proportions.
“Do you want to light this with me?” he asked Draco uncertainly. “The Eighth Year Common Room could use a bit of Christmas cheer.”
Draco blushed. "I..."
“He’d love to,” Blaise answered impatiently, herding Draco towards Potter. “Go, for Merlin’s sake. Be nauseating somewhere else. And Potter,” he gave the Gryffindor a warning look. “I’m watching you.”
“Duly noted,” Potter nodded, slipping a hand into Draco’s and taking off with him. Blaise watched their retreating forms with a self satisfied smirk and dusted his robes off, winking at the still assembled first years. “And that little people, is why I’m…”
“ ‘Scuse me, Reigning King of Awesome?” a little Hufflepuff girl asked, tugging urgently at his robes. “Pansy Parkinson’s looking for you. Said she wanted to talk about the Purple Panties Incident?”
“…leaving.” Blaise finished promptly, turning tail and making a run for the nearest staircase. “God Save The King!”