Cat-Bunny & HP H/D 100-word drabbles
Title: Gifts
He tried explaining to Draco the impossibility of their dating, but the infatuated blond wouldn't listen.
He should have been enjoying the beautiful spring day. Instead he dug himself out from under the pile of roses Draco Owled him. Draco chased him all over London, and sent him Slytherin-themed robes that matched his own. Green and silver chocolates waited at his door. Love poetry in green and silver ink was sent ready-bound in books. Emerald and silver rings and robe pins rattled in boxes.
There was no getting away from the love-struck Slytherin; he was simply obsessed with Harry Potter.
Title: Advice
The others said it was spring love.
Harry said it was an errant Love Potion, another product of Snape's torturous grudge. Ron said it was hilarious. Hermione said they should talk it over. Lupin gave him a funny look--it was that time of the month. Luna said it was wonderful. Ginny laughed and said it was impossible--Harry hugged her for that. Millicent Bulstrode said it was impossible--Harry would have hugged her but she punched him.
But the general consensus in each of their hemmings and hawings was this: Draco Malfoy, head-over-heels in love, wasn't relinquishing Harry Potter.
Title: Explanations
He sat Draco down, ignoring the adoration in his pale eyes. Harry had prepared a simple presentation to explain why they couldn't be together.
Slytherins and Slytherins courted. Gryffindors and Gryffindors dated.
Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't date. Rich heirs and not-as-rich orphans didn't date. Pale pointy-faced blonds and bespectacled midgets didn't date. Those with breeding and those without didn't date. Harry and Draco, no matter what Draco thought, didn't date.
"So do you understand?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Huh?"
Harry sighed and started over. It was spring lunacy.
Draco looked at him blankly, then gave him another box of Slytherin-themed chocolates.
Title: Alternative Options
Harry had organised the very cream of the crop, three men and three women. Two Quidditch players, one upper-class witch and wizard, and a research witch and wizard.
He set them before Draco, and said "choose."
Draco had fine specimens of physical perfection, breeding and wealth, and the deepest of intellects before him, something for anybody. He took a look, sneered, pointed out each of their imperfections, and flicked them out the window with his wand. Then he advanced on Harry with a flicker of a smile and complete obsession gleaming in his eyes, before springing onto the man happily.
Title: Giving In
Harry had consigned himself to letting Draco drag him around Diagon Alley, on a beautiful spring day. His bags were laden with expensive things, Slytherin-themed, and Draco looked ecstatic as he dragged-pulled Harry by the hand. They came to a scarf shop, and looked in the window at the brightly-coloured silk gleaming in the display. Harry took another deep breath before he was yanked in, and found himself swathed in green and silver.
"Why don't you get something for yourself?" he asked, trying to ignore the Snitches in his stomach when Draco turned around, gorgeous in Gryffindor gold and crimson.
He tried explaining to Draco the impossibility of their dating, but the infatuated blond wouldn't listen.
He should have been enjoying the beautiful spring day. Instead he dug himself out from under the pile of roses Draco Owled him. Draco chased him all over London, and sent him Slytherin-themed robes that matched his own. Green and silver chocolates waited at his door. Love poetry in green and silver ink was sent ready-bound in books. Emerald and silver rings and robe pins rattled in boxes.
There was no getting away from the love-struck Slytherin; he was simply obsessed with Harry Potter.
Title: Advice
The others said it was spring love.
Harry said it was an errant Love Potion, another product of Snape's torturous grudge. Ron said it was hilarious. Hermione said they should talk it over. Lupin gave him a funny look--it was that time of the month. Luna said it was wonderful. Ginny laughed and said it was impossible--Harry hugged her for that. Millicent Bulstrode said it was impossible--Harry would have hugged her but she punched him.
But the general consensus in each of their hemmings and hawings was this: Draco Malfoy, head-over-heels in love, wasn't relinquishing Harry Potter.
Title: Explanations
He sat Draco down, ignoring the adoration in his pale eyes. Harry had prepared a simple presentation to explain why they couldn't be together.
Slytherins and Slytherins courted. Gryffindors and Gryffindors dated.
Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't date. Rich heirs and not-as-rich orphans didn't date. Pale pointy-faced blonds and bespectacled midgets didn't date. Those with breeding and those without didn't date. Harry and Draco, no matter what Draco thought, didn't date.
"So do you understand?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Huh?"
Harry sighed and started over. It was spring lunacy.
Draco looked at him blankly, then gave him another box of Slytherin-themed chocolates.
Title: Alternative Options
Harry had organised the very cream of the crop, three men and three women. Two Quidditch players, one upper-class witch and wizard, and a research witch and wizard.
He set them before Draco, and said "choose."
Draco had fine specimens of physical perfection, breeding and wealth, and the deepest of intellects before him, something for anybody. He took a look, sneered, pointed out each of their imperfections, and flicked them out the window with his wand. Then he advanced on Harry with a flicker of a smile and complete obsession gleaming in his eyes, before springing onto the man happily.
Title: Giving In
Harry had consigned himself to letting Draco drag him around Diagon Alley, on a beautiful spring day. His bags were laden with expensive things, Slytherin-themed, and Draco looked ecstatic as he dragged-pulled Harry by the hand. They came to a scarf shop, and looked in the window at the brightly-coloured silk gleaming in the display. Harry took another deep breath before he was yanked in, and found himself swathed in green and silver.
"Why don't you get something for yourself?" he asked, trying to ignore the Snitches in his stomach when Draco turned around, gorgeous in Gryffindor gold and crimson.