The Birthday Party
Title: The Birthday Party
Word Count: 200
Other characters: Hermione, Blaise, partygoers
Rating: G
Challenge: Mine
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I think I'm sometimes nicer to them than JKR is.
A/N: these two drabbles were written for hd100's challenge, "mine".
Harry grinned as he presented Hermione with her gift, an extravagant ruby necklace (chosen with Draco’s assistance, of course). Draco and Blaise were watching from the bar, electing to stay near the alcohol in this room of Gryffindors.
“I’m starting to see why you want him,” Blaise said in appreciative tones. “He’s a gold mine.”
Draco turned narrowed eyes on his friend, knowing Blaise was his mother’s son.
“Don’t even think about it. You make a serious pass at him and I’ll kill you imaginatively.”
Blaise’s expression shifted, wounded brown eyes belied by smirking lips.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
~*~
Draco came back into the pub, having left briefly to pick up the cake. The first sound he heard made him smile; Harry’s laugh.
The first sight he saw made his blood boil; Blaise standing close by Harry, smiling flirtatiously and holding eye contact. “You could come back to my place - ”
The first thing he touched was Blaise’s handsome face; of course, ‘touched’ is a relative term. “He’s mine!”
The first thing he smelled was Harry’s cologne as he stepped close; telling him to calm, that he’d never want anyone else.
The first thing he tasted was Harry's kiss.
Word Count: 200
Other characters: Hermione, Blaise, partygoers
Rating: G
Challenge: Mine
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I think I'm sometimes nicer to them than JKR is.
A/N: these two drabbles were written for hd100's challenge, "mine".
Harry grinned as he presented Hermione with her gift, an extravagant ruby necklace (chosen with Draco’s assistance, of course). Draco and Blaise were watching from the bar, electing to stay near the alcohol in this room of Gryffindors.
“I’m starting to see why you want him,” Blaise said in appreciative tones. “He’s a gold mine.”
Draco turned narrowed eyes on his friend, knowing Blaise was his mother’s son.
“Don’t even think about it. You make a serious pass at him and I’ll kill you imaginatively.”
Blaise’s expression shifted, wounded brown eyes belied by smirking lips.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
~*~
Draco came back into the pub, having left briefly to pick up the cake. The first sound he heard made him smile; Harry’s laugh.
The first sight he saw made his blood boil; Blaise standing close by Harry, smiling flirtatiously and holding eye contact. “You could come back to my place - ”
The first thing he touched was Blaise’s handsome face; of course, ‘touched’ is a relative term. “He’s mine!”
The first thing he smelled was Harry’s cologne as he stepped close; telling him to calm, that he’d never want anyone else.
The first thing he tasted was Harry's kiss.