Apr 23, 2011 17:25
Draco Malfoy wanted to strangle something. He looked around for an object- perhaps a Weasley or a nargle. He had no such luck. The only thing within reach was a table of floating salmon puffs and the Minister of Magic. Draco decided that it would be in bad taste to strangle the Minister, so he settled for grooming the imaginary lint off his sleeves.
"You're aware that your suit is completely clean, right?" Draco looked up and frowned.
"Well, it was either I do this or I perish from boredom. All I can hear is the Minister talking to his wife over there. He thinks he is whispering, but he's loud enough to terrify a banshee. And really, who compares extreme dishwashing conquests at Ministry functions? Did you vote for him, Harry? Because if you did, I swear on-" Draco's frown deepened as Harry Potter started to laugh. After a minute, he gathered himself together and smiled at Draco.
"Oh,that dull?" Harry smiled, and Draco could have sworn his eyes twinkled. Blast. Now he was thinking of Dumbledore. He frowned a bit more, and raised one of his eyebrows. "Even more so. Now, take me away from here this instant."
Harry grinned. "Is that a command?"
Draco smirked back at him and started walking away. "No, it's an offer."
(Feel free to step around my happy tears on the way out! )
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