Your Move (H/D, PG-13)
Title: Your Move
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~ 330
Challenges: goddessriss's birthday request of "You can‘t leave it like that!" and awdt's prompt, "… and nothing happened."
Summary: Harry needs to step up and his friends need to shut up.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Your Move
Here we go again, Draco thought. He reined in his anger, though it was simmering just below the surface. They're Harry's friends. He'd waited for Harry to do something, to say something ... and nothing happened. Draco took a deep breath.
"I would thank you not to insult me in my own home," Draco cautioned.
"You're only here because Harry likes your pretty arse," Ron taunted.
"Yeah, how long d'ya figure that'll last?" Seamus added with a cruel laugh. "Not long, I'd wager."
"Guys, back off," Harry warned.
"Aw, c'mon, Harry. It's just the ferret," Ron continued.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I think it's time for the two of you to get going." He led them towards the Floo, then thought better of it and guided them towards the front door instead. Who knew where they'd end up in their current condition.
"Sorry about that," Harry said to Draco after he'd shuffled a drunken Ron and Seamus out the door to stagger home. "You know how they get."
Draco glared at him. He was tired of all this. So very tired. And fed up.
"This has got to stop, Harry. It's time they accepted that we're together."
"What do you expect me to do? I can't make them like you."
"No, but you can demand they respect me in my own home. After all, this is our place, or so you keep telling me."
"Of course it is. You know that."
"Really? Because you don't act like it is."
"Draco …"
"I'm asking you to choose. Am I worth it to you? Are we worth it?"
As Draco reached for the Floo powder, Harry asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'll be spending the weekend - maybe longer - at the Manor."
"B-but …" Harry sputtered. "You can't leave it like that!"
"I believe I just did, Potter." Draco tossed the powder into the fire. "The rest is up to you." And he walked into the flames.
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~ 330
Challenges: goddessriss's birthday request of "You can‘t leave it like that!" and awdt's prompt, "… and nothing happened."
Summary: Harry needs to step up and his friends need to shut up.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Your Move
Here we go again, Draco thought. He reined in his anger, though it was simmering just below the surface. They're Harry's friends. He'd waited for Harry to do something, to say something ... and nothing happened. Draco took a deep breath.
"I would thank you not to insult me in my own home," Draco cautioned.
"You're only here because Harry likes your pretty arse," Ron taunted.
"Yeah, how long d'ya figure that'll last?" Seamus added with a cruel laugh. "Not long, I'd wager."
"Guys, back off," Harry warned.
"Aw, c'mon, Harry. It's just the ferret," Ron continued.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I think it's time for the two of you to get going." He led them towards the Floo, then thought better of it and guided them towards the front door instead. Who knew where they'd end up in their current condition.
"Sorry about that," Harry said to Draco after he'd shuffled a drunken Ron and Seamus out the door to stagger home. "You know how they get."
Draco glared at him. He was tired of all this. So very tired. And fed up.
"This has got to stop, Harry. It's time they accepted that we're together."
"What do you expect me to do? I can't make them like you."
"No, but you can demand they respect me in my own home. After all, this is our place, or so you keep telling me."
"Of course it is. You know that."
"Really? Because you don't act like it is."
"Draco …"
"I'm asking you to choose. Am I worth it to you? Are we worth it?"
As Draco reached for the Floo powder, Harry asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'll be spending the weekend - maybe longer - at the Manor."
"B-but …" Harry sputtered. "You can't leave it like that!"
"I believe I just did, Potter." Draco tossed the powder into the fire. "The rest is up to you." And he walked into the flames.