Is that a golden snitch (or my heart) you're after? | CHAPTER 15
Title: Is that a golden snitch (or my heart) you're after? (AO3)
Chapter No. 15: Draco's Day Off
Author/Artist
digthewriter
Length/Size of work: 855
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit is being made.
Prompt(s) Used: Santa
Summary: Draco's day off is ruined.
Draco's plan was to enjoy his day off. He was going to shut off the Floo, wear something comfortable and simply lounge around. Ever since he'd received the summons from the Ministry regarding the charity game, he'd been running about. He needed to secure the funding for his team, and then, he would deal with the turmoil of how Potter was going to be on the team.
And then… there was Potter. It wasn't how he was on the team, now apparently the man had made it his mission to not leave Draco alone.
The flirting was, for lack of a better word, inconvenient. Not… Draco was objecting to it - it was simply - Potter was sort of an employee and Draco should not have allowed his employee to flirt with him or try to kiss him or buy him a drink in front of all of his other employees.
Initially, what Draco had thought to be a good idea - show some sort of solidarity and befriend Potter was now an inconvenience. Last night, after he'd come home from the Leaky, Draco couldn't stop thinking about Potter. About how good he looked and how his smile brought light to any room and how everyone on the team bloody adored him. Even more than Iosaf who often always got in trouble because of his mouth and his choice in clothing but still won everybody's heart.
Putting all thoughts (of Potter and otherwise) aside, Draco rested comfortably on the sofa and read the newspaper. It was finally starting to feel like Christmas. Santa had delivered the presents of peace and quiet to Draco and he could actually relax, even if it was for a day.
And then, his Floo chimed.
Muttering to himself, knowing fully well it was his mother who was calling him because otherwise, the Floo was closed for everyone else, Draco went to answer the call.
"Yes, Mother," Draco said, taking a seat next to the Floo, waiting for his mother's response.
"Draco, it's your father."
Draco immediately stiffened up at hearing Lucius Malfoy's voice. He wasn't expecting Father to call on him. Not after their last argument which had gone nowhere. Again.
"Yes," Draco said, straightening up. "How can I help you, Father?"
"Have you given more thought to my suggestions, Draco?"
"Your suggestions?" Draco asked, pretending as if he had no clue what Lucius was on about.
"Do you think it looks good for you how Potter is the one saving your reputation. Again?"
Draco gritted his teeth but kept quiet. No, he did not need this on his relaxing day. He was hoping to soak in the tub and not be stressed about anything. And not think about Potter. And certainly, not be reminded of him from his bloody father.
"He's an employee, Father."
"Well, from what I hear-"
"Perhaps you need to invest in some good earplugs," replied Draco, cheeky as ever. "And stop listening to what others are saying. All the way in Australia, no less."
"It might be best to sell the team and invest in a good business."
"Father, do you wish for me to invest in a business of your liking?" Draco asked, annoyed. "Perhaps it's you who needs to do something else with their time."
"I don't appreciate your tone, boy…"
"And I don't appreciate you telling me how to live my life. Again. We tried it your way, remember? It didn't quite work out for me. So I'll be listening to my own intuitions, thank you, Father. If there's nothing else…?"
"Aren't you coming here for Christmas dinner?"
"No." Draco remained firm. "I've made plans to see cousin Teddy and aunt Andromeda for Christmas dinner. If mother wishes to come and spend time with her sister, kindly do let her know. Otherwise, maybe you two can visit in the spring." Draco had no idea where the idea of seeing Teddy came from but now he couldn't back away from it. The next thing he was going to have to do was send an owl to Andromeda and ensure it was alright for him to pop over for Christmas dinner.
Lucius didn't say anything for a long while so Draco thought it might have been a good time to end the call.
"I'm sure per Potter's suggestion, as well."
"Oh for heaven's sake," Draco said, groaning and ready to end the Floo connection. "I can think for myself, Father. I have been, and it's why Potter joined the team. I'm helping him. He's learning from my team, and he's doing fine. We're all doing fine. We don't need you to worry about anything."
"We?" Lucius asked, sounding intrigued and disgusted at the same time. If anyone could do that, it'd be Lucius Malfoy. "Don't tell me you and Potter-"
"Goodbye, Father. I have other items to attend to." Draco severed the Floo connection and his good mood left as soon as the fire died out. He sighed to himself and summoned a quill and parchment to send Andromeda an owl.
Hopefully, he could send time with others in his family who wouldn't judge his every move. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/810941.html. Thanks for reading
Chapter No. 15: Draco's Day Off
Author/Artist
digthewriter
Length/Size of work: 855
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit is being made.
Prompt(s) Used: Santa
Summary: Draco's day off is ruined.
Draco's plan was to enjoy his day off. He was going to shut off the Floo, wear something comfortable and simply lounge around. Ever since he'd received the summons from the Ministry regarding the charity game, he'd been running about. He needed to secure the funding for his team, and then, he would deal with the turmoil of how Potter was going to be on the team.
And then… there was Potter. It wasn't how he was on the team, now apparently the man had made it his mission to not leave Draco alone.
The flirting was, for lack of a better word, inconvenient. Not… Draco was objecting to it - it was simply - Potter was sort of an employee and Draco should not have allowed his employee to flirt with him or try to kiss him or buy him a drink in front of all of his other employees.
Initially, what Draco had thought to be a good idea - show some sort of solidarity and befriend Potter was now an inconvenience. Last night, after he'd come home from the Leaky, Draco couldn't stop thinking about Potter. About how good he looked and how his smile brought light to any room and how everyone on the team bloody adored him. Even more than Iosaf who often always got in trouble because of his mouth and his choice in clothing but still won everybody's heart.
Putting all thoughts (of Potter and otherwise) aside, Draco rested comfortably on the sofa and read the newspaper. It was finally starting to feel like Christmas. Santa had delivered the presents of peace and quiet to Draco and he could actually relax, even if it was for a day.
And then, his Floo chimed.
Muttering to himself, knowing fully well it was his mother who was calling him because otherwise, the Floo was closed for everyone else, Draco went to answer the call.
"Yes, Mother," Draco said, taking a seat next to the Floo, waiting for his mother's response.
"Draco, it's your father."
Draco immediately stiffened up at hearing Lucius Malfoy's voice. He wasn't expecting Father to call on him. Not after their last argument which had gone nowhere. Again.
"Yes," Draco said, straightening up. "How can I help you, Father?"
"Have you given more thought to my suggestions, Draco?"
"Your suggestions?" Draco asked, pretending as if he had no clue what Lucius was on about.
"Do you think it looks good for you how Potter is the one saving your reputation. Again?"
Draco gritted his teeth but kept quiet. No, he did not need this on his relaxing day. He was hoping to soak in the tub and not be stressed about anything. And not think about Potter. And certainly, not be reminded of him from his bloody father.
"He's an employee, Father."
"Well, from what I hear-"
"Perhaps you need to invest in some good earplugs," replied Draco, cheeky as ever. "And stop listening to what others are saying. All the way in Australia, no less."
"It might be best to sell the team and invest in a good business."
"Father, do you wish for me to invest in a business of your liking?" Draco asked, annoyed. "Perhaps it's you who needs to do something else with their time."
"I don't appreciate your tone, boy…"
"And I don't appreciate you telling me how to live my life. Again. We tried it your way, remember? It didn't quite work out for me. So I'll be listening to my own intuitions, thank you, Father. If there's nothing else…?"
"Aren't you coming here for Christmas dinner?"
"No." Draco remained firm. "I've made plans to see cousin Teddy and aunt Andromeda for Christmas dinner. If mother wishes to come and spend time with her sister, kindly do let her know. Otherwise, maybe you two can visit in the spring." Draco had no idea where the idea of seeing Teddy came from but now he couldn't back away from it. The next thing he was going to have to do was send an owl to Andromeda and ensure it was alright for him to pop over for Christmas dinner.
Lucius didn't say anything for a long while so Draco thought it might have been a good time to end the call.
"I'm sure per Potter's suggestion, as well."
"Oh for heaven's sake," Draco said, groaning and ready to end the Floo connection. "I can think for myself, Father. I have been, and it's why Potter joined the team. I'm helping him. He's learning from my team, and he's doing fine. We're all doing fine. We don't need you to worry about anything."
"We?" Lucius asked, sounding intrigued and disgusted at the same time. If anyone could do that, it'd be Lucius Malfoy. "Don't tell me you and Potter-"
"Goodbye, Father. I have other items to attend to." Draco severed the Floo connection and his good mood left as soon as the fire died out. He sighed to himself and summoned a quill and parchment to send Andromeda an owl.
Hopefully, he could send time with others in his family who wouldn't judge his every move. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/810941.html. Thanks for reading