25 Days of Draco and Harry - Prompt 3
Title:For Everything
Author: onaxe
Word Count:476
Rating:G
Warnings:None
Disclaimer:Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Notes: 3rd part of the series! (I'm a day late! :P) Previous one is here: For Your Smile
The next morning found Draco wandering about the Manor grounds, using his wand to adorn various shrubs and bushes with red velvet ribbons. The decorations were fairly subdued compared to how the Manor was usually prepared for this time of year, but Draco felt they were more suitable to the general atmosphere than the usual bright floating lights and dazzling colours.
Despite attempting to focus on the task at hand, Draco's mind kept wandering back to the previous night, when Potter had cast that damnable smile in his direction. It had been so bright, so full of warmth, that it had stirred thoughts and emotions in Draco that he desperately did not want to face.
Panicking over what he'd felt, Draco had apparated straight home without another word. He sighed, directing another ribbon to wrap around the nearest thin tree. Potter must have taken him for a complete fool, first bursting into tears over something stupid, then attacking him and Granger with a snow whirlwind before finally vanishing like he thought the hounds of hell were after him.
"Draco, darling!"
Pausing in his decorating, Draco turned to find his mother walking towards him, waving a letter above her head. He frowned, immediately recognising the broken Ministry seal covering the back.
"Wonderful news!" Narcissa smiled as came up to him. "We've got permission to visit your father in Azkaban on Christmas day."
Draco stared at her in astonishment. "But I thought they said it was impossible until after father's appeal?"
"So did I, but here!" Narcissa placed the letter in his hand. "It seems he just keeps helping us."
Frowning, Draco skimmed the rest of the contents, freezing when he reached the end. There, in the bottom left corner, written in a messy scrawl, was Harry Potter's signature.
"We'll have to invite him to our Christmas ball!" Narcissa decided.
Draco snapped his gaze up to her. "What? Mother, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Nonsense!" Narcissa flapped her hand at him dismissively. "It's the least we can do after all his help. Make sure to invite him, Draco."
Draco sighed in defeat, knowing his mother would never let it down if he refused. Once he'd finished decorating the grounds, Draco retreated to the study, scrawling out a quick formal invitation. After a moments thought, he made another out to Weasley and Granger. Potter would be more likely to come if he had his friends to keep him company after all.
He paused after summoning his eagle owl, Bartimeus. Grabbing his quill, he scribbled a quick note on the back of Potter's invitation before quickly sending them both off before he could change his mind. Leaning against the window sill, Draco watched Bartimeus' silhouette as he quickly flew out of sight, wondering what Potter would make of his short little message.
Thank you. For everything.
Yours,
Draco.
Author: onaxe
Word Count:476
Rating:G
Warnings:None
Disclaimer:Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Notes: 3rd part of the series! (I'm a day late! :P) Previous one is here: For Your Smile
The next morning found Draco wandering about the Manor grounds, using his wand to adorn various shrubs and bushes with red velvet ribbons. The decorations were fairly subdued compared to how the Manor was usually prepared for this time of year, but Draco felt they were more suitable to the general atmosphere than the usual bright floating lights and dazzling colours.
Despite attempting to focus on the task at hand, Draco's mind kept wandering back to the previous night, when Potter had cast that damnable smile in his direction. It had been so bright, so full of warmth, that it had stirred thoughts and emotions in Draco that he desperately did not want to face.
Panicking over what he'd felt, Draco had apparated straight home without another word. He sighed, directing another ribbon to wrap around the nearest thin tree. Potter must have taken him for a complete fool, first bursting into tears over something stupid, then attacking him and Granger with a snow whirlwind before finally vanishing like he thought the hounds of hell were after him.
"Draco, darling!"
Pausing in his decorating, Draco turned to find his mother walking towards him, waving a letter above her head. He frowned, immediately recognising the broken Ministry seal covering the back.
"Wonderful news!" Narcissa smiled as came up to him. "We've got permission to visit your father in Azkaban on Christmas day."
Draco stared at her in astonishment. "But I thought they said it was impossible until after father's appeal?"
"So did I, but here!" Narcissa placed the letter in his hand. "It seems he just keeps helping us."
Frowning, Draco skimmed the rest of the contents, freezing when he reached the end. There, in the bottom left corner, written in a messy scrawl, was Harry Potter's signature.
"We'll have to invite him to our Christmas ball!" Narcissa decided.
Draco snapped his gaze up to her. "What? Mother, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Nonsense!" Narcissa flapped her hand at him dismissively. "It's the least we can do after all his help. Make sure to invite him, Draco."
Draco sighed in defeat, knowing his mother would never let it down if he refused. Once he'd finished decorating the grounds, Draco retreated to the study, scrawling out a quick formal invitation. After a moments thought, he made another out to Weasley and Granger. Potter would be more likely to come if he had his friends to keep him company after all.
He paused after summoning his eagle owl, Bartimeus. Grabbing his quill, he scribbled a quick note on the back of Potter's invitation before quickly sending them both off before he could change his mind. Leaning against the window sill, Draco watched Bartimeus' silhouette as he quickly flew out of sight, wondering what Potter would make of his short little message.
Thank you. For everything.
Yours,
Draco.