25 Days of Draco and Harry - Prompt 4
Title: No Where Else
Author: onaxe
Word Count: 611
Rating: G
Prompt: Prompt #4
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Notes: 4th part in the series! Previous part is here: For Everything
"Will you stop fidgeting?" Pansy snapped. "What are you so nervous about?"
Draco glared back at her, slowly lowering his hands from where they'd been fiddling with his silver cloak clasp for the past half-hour since the ball started. "I'm not nervous."
"Stop acting like you are, then," Pansy hissed back, grabbing a couple of champagne flutes from a floating tray as it passed and shoving one into Draco's hand. "Here, drink this and stop fussing. You look fine."
"Of course I do, I'm a Malfoy," Draco shot back, ignoring Pansy's eye roll as he sipped at the champagne, allowing his gaze to rove the ballroom.
The party was well in swing, a surprising amount of guests milling about and socialising with drinks in hand. He allowed a small smile as he spotted his mother chatting with a couple of elder gentleman from the Wizengamot, clearly in her element as she effortlessly made small talk.
Though it was well past the point for a fashionably late arrival, Potter and his friends had yet to show. Draco grimaced, swirling his glass in a practised manner. In retrospect, perhaps sending that note with Potter's invitation hadn't been the wisest of moves, especially with how he'd signed it. He could only hazard what Potter had made of that; Draco could barely understand why he'd done as such himself. It had just seemed appropriate at the time.
Salazar, Potter had probably interpreted it the wrong way and was now deftly avoiding Draco at all costs. He couldn't really blame Potter though. After all no-one would want to willingly associate with a former Death Eater who also was your enemy for the past 9 years, Draco thought bitterly.
"You're doing it again," Pansy told him, annoyed as she slapped his hands away from the clasp. "Who are you waiting for, exactly? You keep looking at the floo with a longing expression."
"I do not!" Draco sputtered, indignant. Pansy gave him a look that said she was clearly not convinced. "If you must know, I'm wondering if Potter will bother showing up. Mother insisted I send him an invitation and if he doesn't show it's going to make me look bad."
"Potter," Pansy spat, her face going sour. "I should have known it'd be your little obsession."
"I'm not obsessed!" Draco snapped back.
"Of course your not, darling," Pansy agreed, patting his cheek patronisingly.
"Didn't you have that awful Muggle play to attend?" Draco asked, swatting her hand away with a glare. "The Nut Muncher, or something? I thought Theo was taking you?"
"Firstly, it's called the Nutcracker, not the Nut Muncher," Pansy said, wagging her finger at him. "Secondly, it's not a play, it's a ballet. And thirdly, Theo decided he'd rather take Daphne Greengrass and thanks ever so much for reminding me of that."
Draco winced, knowing Pansy's rivalry against Daphne for Theo's affections was a sore-spot, particularly since she appeared to be losing in the race. "Sorry," he muttered.
Pansy shrugged, waving her glass of champagne. "It's fine. After all, where else would I rather be?" she said with a grin.
Draco smiled back, opening his mouth to reply when the floo flared to life, immediately stealing his attention. His pulse leapt when Potter stumbled out of the fireplace, brushing soot from his emerald green dress-robes, Weasley and Granger following close behind.
Potter scanned the hall, politely nodding at the people who greeted him. His eyes softened from his warm smile as he spotted Draco, giving a polite greeting to Narcissa as was proper before making his way over.
"Oh yes," Pansy said, sounding highly amused as Potter approached. "There is definitely no where else I'd rather be right now."
Author: onaxe
Word Count: 611
Rating: G
Prompt: Prompt #4
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Notes: 4th part in the series! Previous part is here: For Everything
"Will you stop fidgeting?" Pansy snapped. "What are you so nervous about?"
Draco glared back at her, slowly lowering his hands from where they'd been fiddling with his silver cloak clasp for the past half-hour since the ball started. "I'm not nervous."
"Stop acting like you are, then," Pansy hissed back, grabbing a couple of champagne flutes from a floating tray as it passed and shoving one into Draco's hand. "Here, drink this and stop fussing. You look fine."
"Of course I do, I'm a Malfoy," Draco shot back, ignoring Pansy's eye roll as he sipped at the champagne, allowing his gaze to rove the ballroom.
The party was well in swing, a surprising amount of guests milling about and socialising with drinks in hand. He allowed a small smile as he spotted his mother chatting with a couple of elder gentleman from the Wizengamot, clearly in her element as she effortlessly made small talk.
Though it was well past the point for a fashionably late arrival, Potter and his friends had yet to show. Draco grimaced, swirling his glass in a practised manner. In retrospect, perhaps sending that note with Potter's invitation hadn't been the wisest of moves, especially with how he'd signed it. He could only hazard what Potter had made of that; Draco could barely understand why he'd done as such himself. It had just seemed appropriate at the time.
Salazar, Potter had probably interpreted it the wrong way and was now deftly avoiding Draco at all costs. He couldn't really blame Potter though. After all no-one would want to willingly associate with a former Death Eater who also was your enemy for the past 9 years, Draco thought bitterly.
"You're doing it again," Pansy told him, annoyed as she slapped his hands away from the clasp. "Who are you waiting for, exactly? You keep looking at the floo with a longing expression."
"I do not!" Draco sputtered, indignant. Pansy gave him a look that said she was clearly not convinced. "If you must know, I'm wondering if Potter will bother showing up. Mother insisted I send him an invitation and if he doesn't show it's going to make me look bad."
"Potter," Pansy spat, her face going sour. "I should have known it'd be your little obsession."
"I'm not obsessed!" Draco snapped back.
"Of course your not, darling," Pansy agreed, patting his cheek patronisingly.
"Didn't you have that awful Muggle play to attend?" Draco asked, swatting her hand away with a glare. "The Nut Muncher, or something? I thought Theo was taking you?"
"Firstly, it's called the Nutcracker, not the Nut Muncher," Pansy said, wagging her finger at him. "Secondly, it's not a play, it's a ballet. And thirdly, Theo decided he'd rather take Daphne Greengrass and thanks ever so much for reminding me of that."
Draco winced, knowing Pansy's rivalry against Daphne for Theo's affections was a sore-spot, particularly since she appeared to be losing in the race. "Sorry," he muttered.
Pansy shrugged, waving her glass of champagne. "It's fine. After all, where else would I rather be?" she said with a grin.
Draco smiled back, opening his mouth to reply when the floo flared to life, immediately stealing his attention. His pulse leapt when Potter stumbled out of the fireplace, brushing soot from his emerald green dress-robes, Weasley and Granger following close behind.
Potter scanned the hall, politely nodding at the people who greeted him. His eyes softened from his warm smile as he spotted Draco, giving a polite greeting to Narcissa as was proper before making his way over.
"Oh yes," Pansy said, sounding highly amused as Potter approached. "There is definitely no where else I'd rather be right now."