1 for queerditch_pub -- my muse left me
Title: Which Witch
Rating: G
Warning: Crack??
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Note: For Queerditch_pub
"I still don't get why you brought me with," Harry repeated for the umpteenth time. Ginny simply grabbed his arm and tugged him forward.
"I already told you a thousand times. I don't want to go to Malfoy's party all by myself. But I'm going because there is free cake."
And that was how Harry found himself attending a party for Draco Malfoy. A party to find him a wife. Ginny was only invited because every single female pureblood was. Needless to say, the party was rather small, and Harry was the only male besides Draco and Lucius Malfoy.
"Which witch?" Harry heard Narcissa ask Draco as he tried fishing punch out of the bowl. The problem was the ladle was very slippery, having been lying in the bottom of the bowl.
Draco huffed in annoyance and Harry felt like following. He didn't want to be here. Well, the cake was good but besides that... Mostly he didn’t want to see his long-standing crush choose a wife while he was in the room.
"Mother, I've already told you that I don't want to get married. At least, not to a girl."
Narcissa whined and protested, "But Draco, how do you expect to have heirs?"
"Adopt."
"A pureblood?" Narcissa shook her head and Harry leaned closer to hear her quiet tone. He was very intrigued. Was Draco saying he was gay? "But darling, look around. Look at all the lovely girls. Look, Chelsea kind of resembles a bloke."
Draco squinted and tilted his head. Harry wondered which one was Chelsea. "Not really," he drawled. "And there's still the fact that she possesses breasts. Besides," he lowered his voice and Harry ended up putting his hands in the punch bowl in his attempt to lean closer. "I've already told you that I have my attentions set on someone else."
"Yes, yes. Bloody Potter. But Draco, honestly, it's impossible, not to mention your father and I would never allow it."
Harry gasped loudly, prompting Draco and Narcissa to turn and look at him. Draco's eye were wide and his face blanched. If Harry wasn't busy wondering what the slimy thing in the punch bowl was, he might have laughed.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, his eyes trained on Harry's hand in the punch.
"Erm...you like me?" He pulled his hand out and absently wiped it on the tablecloth, ignoring Narcissa's affronted look.
Draco glanced around the room before settling his eyes on Harry. "Want to marry me?"
Harry and Narcissa's eyes bulged. "I -- um -- sure."
"Great. Happy, Mother?" he questioned before walking around the table and pulling Harry into a searing kiss. Harry smiled into it and twined his fingers in Draco's hair, hoping he wouldn't notice the punch dribbling down his neck. Maybe attending the party wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"But you two can't even get married!" Narcissa wailed.
Rating: G
Warning: Crack??
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Note: For Queerditch_pub
"I still don't get why you brought me with," Harry repeated for the umpteenth time. Ginny simply grabbed his arm and tugged him forward.
"I already told you a thousand times. I don't want to go to Malfoy's party all by myself. But I'm going because there is free cake."
And that was how Harry found himself attending a party for Draco Malfoy. A party to find him a wife. Ginny was only invited because every single female pureblood was. Needless to say, the party was rather small, and Harry was the only male besides Draco and Lucius Malfoy.
"Which witch?" Harry heard Narcissa ask Draco as he tried fishing punch out of the bowl. The problem was the ladle was very slippery, having been lying in the bottom of the bowl.
Draco huffed in annoyance and Harry felt like following. He didn't want to be here. Well, the cake was good but besides that... Mostly he didn’t want to see his long-standing crush choose a wife while he was in the room.
"Mother, I've already told you that I don't want to get married. At least, not to a girl."
Narcissa whined and protested, "But Draco, how do you expect to have heirs?"
"Adopt."
"A pureblood?" Narcissa shook her head and Harry leaned closer to hear her quiet tone. He was very intrigued. Was Draco saying he was gay? "But darling, look around. Look at all the lovely girls. Look, Chelsea kind of resembles a bloke."
Draco squinted and tilted his head. Harry wondered which one was Chelsea. "Not really," he drawled. "And there's still the fact that she possesses breasts. Besides," he lowered his voice and Harry ended up putting his hands in the punch bowl in his attempt to lean closer. "I've already told you that I have my attentions set on someone else."
"Yes, yes. Bloody Potter. But Draco, honestly, it's impossible, not to mention your father and I would never allow it."
Harry gasped loudly, prompting Draco and Narcissa to turn and look at him. Draco's eye were wide and his face blanched. If Harry wasn't busy wondering what the slimy thing in the punch bowl was, he might have laughed.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, his eyes trained on Harry's hand in the punch.
"Erm...you like me?" He pulled his hand out and absently wiped it on the tablecloth, ignoring Narcissa's affronted look.
Draco glanced around the room before settling his eyes on Harry. "Want to marry me?"
Harry and Narcissa's eyes bulged. "I -- um -- sure."
"Great. Happy, Mother?" he questioned before walking around the table and pulling Harry into a searing kiss. Harry smiled into it and twined his fingers in Draco's hair, hoping he wouldn't notice the punch dribbling down his neck. Maybe attending the party wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"But you two can't even get married!" Narcissa wailed.