Repayment Fic: The Rude Balloon
This is fic written for the wonderful hsbfc, who found me a fic that I was dying to read! Thank you again very much!
I must stress that this is not one of the Love and Babies Series! I repeat, not one of the stories in the Love and Babies Series!
Now that we've got that clear... Enjoy!
Fandom- Harry Potter
Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended
Title- The Rude Balloon
Author- Sisika
Beta- None
Pairing- H/D
Word Count - 297
Status- Complete
Warning- None
Rating - PG - one foul word.
Harry twisted his fingers together and stared at his nails. Too long. He un-twisted them and sighed, using them instead to tap a steady rhythm on his thighs, after a few seconds he got tired of that as well, so he took to tapping his feet against the cheap carpet of the church, the sound was muffled so he hoped he wouldn’t get Ron cross again. He was dying to run his fingers through his hair, but decided not to, it had taken the hair dresser’s ages getting it to lie flat, but the problem was that on the way to the church it had gone... well... un-flat...
“Stop it mate. You’re worse than me at mine and Hermione’s wedding. And that’s saying something.”
Harry looked up and found Ronald Weasley’s slightly red face hovering above him. “It’s almost time.”
Oh shit.
For years to come, Harry wouldn’t be able to recollect what actually had happened. And he was quite glad because he must have fell over at least six times on his journey from the back room to the altar. It wasn’t nerves, it was his clumsy traits that were suddenly manifesting after years of deep slumber! Shit he was hanging around Draco too much.
Well he should’ve thought of that before he proposed and willingly agreed to spending the rest of his life as a Potter-Malfoy.
Fifty Years Later
But now that he looked back on it, it hadn’t been too bad.
“Fifty years, eh Potter? Ever thought we could do it?”
Just as he was about to reply, a very rude “Happy Anniversary” balloon biffed him over the head. He was sure he could see James smiling.
Nevertheless resuming with the little dignity he had left, he simply said “That’s Potter-Malfoy to you Malfoy-Potter.”
The End