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hd100
Struggle
Title: Back on the Hogwarts Express
Author: Phantomdove
Rating: PG
Challenge: Struggle
Word count: 100 (x2)
Summary: Just one more year
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“Harry!” Draco whined pitifully. “Don’t make me carry them. My ankle is absolutely killing me. Please.”
His eyes were the size of saucer plates
and Harry suddenly found it difficult to refuse.
He easily hoisted Draco’s suitcases onto his trolly without any effort at all. He was very manful about the whole thing.
Draco hobbled down the train corridor,
giving Harry another dose of the eyes when he asked him to lift some of the lighter bags onto the racks above the seats.
Harry didn’t strain any muscles nor rub any sweat out of his eyes.
Draco sat down gingerly.
“Draco darling!” Harry turned swiftly at the cacophony of sound, hunting for the foghorn in their midst.
He was unsurprised to see Pansy Parkinson barreling into the cabin, ensconcing Draco in her bosomy embrace. Unfortunately, the noise upset the suitcases overhead, burying him in laundry and potions ingredients.
The brunet struggled to extricate himself but only succeeded in rubbing Draco’s favorite robe into some greenish goo. The blond stomped his foot in childish anger.
“Harry!” he whined.
“Isn’t that your hurt foot?” Harry queried.
“No,” said Draco suspiciously.
“I hate you,”
“You love me,” he grinned and fluffed Harry’s hair.
Author: Phantomdove
Rating: PG
Challenge: Struggle
Word count: 100 (x2)
Summary: Just one more year
***
“Harry!” Draco whined pitifully. “Don’t make me carry them. My ankle is absolutely killing me. Please.”
His eyes were the size of saucer plates
and Harry suddenly found it difficult to refuse.
He easily hoisted Draco’s suitcases onto his trolly without any effort at all. He was very manful about the whole thing.
Draco hobbled down the train corridor,
giving Harry another dose of the eyes when he asked him to lift some of the lighter bags onto the racks above the seats.
Harry didn’t strain any muscles nor rub any sweat out of his eyes.
Draco sat down gingerly.
“Draco darling!” Harry turned swiftly at the cacophony of sound, hunting for the foghorn in their midst.
He was unsurprised to see Pansy Parkinson barreling into the cabin, ensconcing Draco in her bosomy embrace. Unfortunately, the noise upset the suitcases overhead, burying him in laundry and potions ingredients.
The brunet struggled to extricate himself but only succeeded in rubbing Draco’s favorite robe into some greenish goo. The blond stomped his foot in childish anger.
“Harry!” he whined.
“Isn’t that your hurt foot?” Harry queried.
“No,” said Draco suspiciously.
“I hate you,”
“You love me,” he grinned and fluffed Harry’s hair.