Post-War Parade pair of 100-word HP drabbles
Title: Broomstick Race
Characters: Draco, Harry
Broomsticks weren't allowed for casual use during the war. Anyone could shoot you down in the sky. Harry hated it, Draco knew, to fly only when he had to kill.
Harry couldn't bring himself to fly in the victory parade. Hands shaking, he looked down at his old Firebolt. Draco ignored the trembling.
"Hey Potter," he said, dressed in Auror robes. A small golden ball flew out of his hand. "Race you for the Snitch."
A smile crept on Harry's face, and moments later he was laughing into the wind as he chased Draco in the sky.
Title: Fizzing Whizbees
Characters: Draco, Harry
Notes:A Fizzing Whizbee makes the eater float in the air, but people with allergic reactions do so permanently without mediwizard intervention. from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander.
"Draco, where are you? You're giving the first speech. You'll be late," Harry called.
"Up here, Potter."
Draco was floating against the ceiling, a never-before-seen expression on his face. Harry ventured to guess it might have been a grin that had lost its way. He picked up a crumpled Fizzing Whizbee wrapper off the floor with a long-suffering sigh.
"You know you're allergic to these! They're giving you an Order of Merlin and you're indulging yourself?!"
"Oh lighten up. War's over." Draco did that infuriating grin again, and tossed Harry one.
Characters: Draco, Harry
Broomsticks weren't allowed for casual use during the war. Anyone could shoot you down in the sky. Harry hated it, Draco knew, to fly only when he had to kill.
Harry couldn't bring himself to fly in the victory parade. Hands shaking, he looked down at his old Firebolt. Draco ignored the trembling.
"Hey Potter," he said, dressed in Auror robes. A small golden ball flew out of his hand. "Race you for the Snitch."
A smile crept on Harry's face, and moments later he was laughing into the wind as he chased Draco in the sky.
Title: Fizzing Whizbees
Characters: Draco, Harry
Notes:A Fizzing Whizbee makes the eater float in the air, but people with allergic reactions do so permanently without mediwizard intervention. from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander.
"Draco, where are you? You're giving the first speech. You'll be late," Harry called.
"Up here, Potter."
Draco was floating against the ceiling, a never-before-seen expression on his face. Harry ventured to guess it might have been a grin that had lost its way. He picked up a crumpled Fizzing Whizbee wrapper off the floor with a long-suffering sigh.
"You know you're allergic to these! They're giving you an Order of Merlin and you're indulging yourself?!"
"Oh lighten up. War's over." Draco did that infuriating grin again, and tossed Harry one.