Is that a golden snitch (or my heart) you're after? | CHAPTER 11
Title Is that a golden snitch (or my heart) you're after? (AO3)
Chapter No. 11: Why do you talk to me like that?
Author/Artist
digthewriter
Length/Size of work 435
Rating PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit is being made.
Prompt(s) Used: Christmas Crackers for
slythindor100 + Unusual traditions/decorations for
newyearcntdown + Spiked Eggnog for
dracoharry100
Summary Draco can't escape Potter.
Draco scowled at Potter and walked away from him. He didn't want to give anything to Potter for winning the next game. It wasn't like Potter was going to win it all by himself, now was he? The team was going to win it, together.
"Draco, come and play this game with us!" Iosaf and Luke shouted, startling him, and yanking his thoughts away from Potter in a jolt.
They were holding a wrapped short tube and competed to pull it away from each other. As the tube cracked, it made a noise and a plethora of Christmas toffees came out. When Luke reached down to grab one, it exploded into blue powder in his hand.
"What in the world is that?" asked Draco, approaching the team as they all laughed and Luke, who almost always gave Iosaf a run for his money in the intelligence department, rubbed his face with the blue colour that'd exploded all over his hand. Someone clearly spiked the eggnog.
"It's called a Christmas Cracker - but usually when you place this game a treat comes out. But if you're lucky, it's a prank. Like Luke's face being so blue."
"What?" Luke shouted in horror and ran out of the room in search of a mirror.
"I…" Draco hesitated trying to insult the game because it wouldn't be something he'd do but he needed to always remind himself his team was having fun and because it wasn't the type of fun he was forced into as a child (which wasn't fun, at all) there was no harm being done.
"Well, carry on," he said. "I'll return home for the evening and see you lot tomorrow."
"Wait, I'll head out, as well, we can walk back to the Portkey spot together," Potter said, quickly jumping off his seat and coming to stand beside Draco.
Draco tried not to make a face but if he seemed disgusted the team would take his expression the wrong way. He didn't want to show the team he hated Potter-which he didn't. He wanted to keep his distance from him.
"You two are getting closer and closer together," Iosaf said coming close to Draco. "You're going to start making me jealous, Mr Malfoy."
At that, Draco rolled his eyes. "You do know you'll always be my favourite, Mr Netley," he whispered to Iosaf who winked at him. "So, can I leave now?" Iosaf nodded once and when he took a step back, Draco found Potter staring at them.
"Don't worry, Harry," Iosaf said, patting Potter's shoulder, "He's all yours tonight."
"Oh for heaven's sake," said Draco. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/808816.html. Thanks for reading
Chapter No. 11: Why do you talk to me like that?
Author/Artist
digthewriter
Length/Size of work 435
Rating PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit is being made.
Prompt(s) Used: Christmas Crackers for
slythindor100 + Unusual traditions/decorations for
newyearcntdown + Spiked Eggnog for
dracoharry100
Summary Draco can't escape Potter.
Draco scowled at Potter and walked away from him. He didn't want to give anything to Potter for winning the next game. It wasn't like Potter was going to win it all by himself, now was he? The team was going to win it, together.
"Draco, come and play this game with us!" Iosaf and Luke shouted, startling him, and yanking his thoughts away from Potter in a jolt.
They were holding a wrapped short tube and competed to pull it away from each other. As the tube cracked, it made a noise and a plethora of Christmas toffees came out. When Luke reached down to grab one, it exploded into blue powder in his hand.
"What in the world is that?" asked Draco, approaching the team as they all laughed and Luke, who almost always gave Iosaf a run for his money in the intelligence department, rubbed his face with the blue colour that'd exploded all over his hand. Someone clearly spiked the eggnog.
"It's called a Christmas Cracker - but usually when you place this game a treat comes out. But if you're lucky, it's a prank. Like Luke's face being so blue."
"What?" Luke shouted in horror and ran out of the room in search of a mirror.
"I…" Draco hesitated trying to insult the game because it wouldn't be something he'd do but he needed to always remind himself his team was having fun and because it wasn't the type of fun he was forced into as a child (which wasn't fun, at all) there was no harm being done.
"Well, carry on," he said. "I'll return home for the evening and see you lot tomorrow."
"Wait, I'll head out, as well, we can walk back to the Portkey spot together," Potter said, quickly jumping off his seat and coming to stand beside Draco.
Draco tried not to make a face but if he seemed disgusted the team would take his expression the wrong way. He didn't want to show the team he hated Potter-which he didn't. He wanted to keep his distance from him.
"You two are getting closer and closer together," Iosaf said coming close to Draco. "You're going to start making me jealous, Mr Malfoy."
At that, Draco rolled his eyes. "You do know you'll always be my favourite, Mr Netley," he whispered to Iosaf who winked at him. "So, can I leave now?" Iosaf nodded once and when he took a step back, Draco found Potter staring at them.
"Don't worry, Harry," Iosaf said, patting Potter's shoulder, "He's all yours tonight."
"Oh for heaven's sake," said Draco. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/808816.html. Thanks for reading