Fic - Advent Adventures (1/25) - H/D [PG13]
Title: Advent Adventures (1/25)
Author: alovelycupoftea
Word Count: ~400
Rating: PG13.
Prompt: 25 Days of Draco and Harry - Day One and Advent Quickies - Day One
Warning: None
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100’s 25 Days of Harry and Draco AND awdt’s Advent Quickies. This is a story in 25 parts.
Prompts:
slythindor100’s 25 Days of Draco and Harry - Day One
awdt’s Advent Quickies - Day One
Advent Adventures, part one.
Draco returned to the Great Hall as instructed. As he took his place with the other Slytherin Eighth years, he noticed some of his younger housemates were still shovelling breakfast foods into their mouths. He wrinkled his nose. As was his habit, he had eaten his breakfast alone as early as possible, before retreating to the sanctuary of the library before lessons began. However McGonagall had summoned the entire school to assemble this morning, cancelling their first lesson to do so. He waited for the rest of the pupils to arrive and tried to blend into the background.
As soon as McGonagall had explained the essential concept of her ridiculous ‘Advent Adventure’, Draco looked up to the enchanted ceiling in disgust. He rolled his eyes at the sight of the picture-perfect winter forest with a blue sleigh winding its way through the trees. Why did everything have to be so bloody Christmassy? In his childhood, Advent used to bring promises of presents and spoiling and luxury. Now it just reminded him of the tense Christmases of previous years. Advent was all about preparing for a celebration and he hated the idea of counting down something he no longer had.
As Professor Flitwick’s magnified voice boomed out the enchantment that would bind them to secrecy, Draco was jerked away from his gloomy reminiscences. He felt a frission of magic pass through him, and he shivered, realising there was no way he could not participate in this ridiculous plan of the Headmistress’s. Draco was grateful for the small mercy that it was the Eighth years who were called up to the Sorting Hat first, and that they were dismissed as soon as they had pulled a name out of the Hat.
When it was his turn, he tentatively put his hand into the Sorting Hat, surprised to find it soft and comforting to touch. He closed his fingers around the piece of parchment he felt at the bottom, and pulled it out. Without looking at it, he shoved it into his pocket, and grabbed his bag from the bench on his way out.
Only when he was safely seated at the table he had designated as his own, in his corner of the library, the outside world kept at bay by bookcases, did he pull the parchment out of his pocket.
Well, fuck.
TBC
Next Part
Start from the beginning
Author: alovelycupoftea
Word Count: ~400
Rating: PG13.
Prompt: 25 Days of Draco and Harry - Day One and Advent Quickies - Day One
Warning: None
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100’s 25 Days of Harry and Draco AND awdt’s Advent Quickies. This is a story in 25 parts.
Prompts:
slythindor100’s 25 Days of Draco and Harry - Day One
awdt’s Advent Quickies - Day One
Advent Adventures, part one.
Draco returned to the Great Hall as instructed. As he took his place with the other Slytherin Eighth years, he noticed some of his younger housemates were still shovelling breakfast foods into their mouths. He wrinkled his nose. As was his habit, he had eaten his breakfast alone as early as possible, before retreating to the sanctuary of the library before lessons began. However McGonagall had summoned the entire school to assemble this morning, cancelling their first lesson to do so. He waited for the rest of the pupils to arrive and tried to blend into the background.
As soon as McGonagall had explained the essential concept of her ridiculous ‘Advent Adventure’, Draco looked up to the enchanted ceiling in disgust. He rolled his eyes at the sight of the picture-perfect winter forest with a blue sleigh winding its way through the trees. Why did everything have to be so bloody Christmassy? In his childhood, Advent used to bring promises of presents and spoiling and luxury. Now it just reminded him of the tense Christmases of previous years. Advent was all about preparing for a celebration and he hated the idea of counting down something he no longer had.
As Professor Flitwick’s magnified voice boomed out the enchantment that would bind them to secrecy, Draco was jerked away from his gloomy reminiscences. He felt a frission of magic pass through him, and he shivered, realising there was no way he could not participate in this ridiculous plan of the Headmistress’s. Draco was grateful for the small mercy that it was the Eighth years who were called up to the Sorting Hat first, and that they were dismissed as soon as they had pulled a name out of the Hat.
When it was his turn, he tentatively put his hand into the Sorting Hat, surprised to find it soft and comforting to touch. He closed his fingers around the piece of parchment he felt at the bottom, and pulled it out. Without looking at it, he shoved it into his pocket, and grabbed his bag from the bench on his way out.
Only when he was safely seated at the table he had designated as his own, in his corner of the library, the outside world kept at bay by bookcases, did he pull the parchment out of his pocket.
Well, fuck.
TBC
Next Part
Start from the beginning