Fic: Working for the Holidays
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alisanneTitle: Working for the Holidays
Author:alisanne
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 530
Rating: G
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dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompt: melancholy.
Warning(s): None (other than apparently I am once again writing *three* separate series' for the holidays. FML.
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Working for the Holidays
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Draco stared at the parchment for a long moment before pushing it away. He wasn’t surprised his parents were staying in France for the holidays, although it was disappointing that he would be alone. Still, he couldn’t blame them. After all, there was nothing left for them in England now. Not since the war.
I suppose this means I can do a few extra holiday shifts at work, he thought. That would be better than sitting around here and staring at these four walls nursing my melancholy mood. He hadn’t been motivated to decorate and frankly wasn’t inclined to given the news that he was be alone for Christmas.
Decision made, Draco Summoned his work robes. They were always short staffed at the Ministry over the holidays. He knew they wouldn’t turn him away.
Casting one last look around his sparse flat, he Apparated away.
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“You should stay, Harry,” Hermione said as he started for the door. “Other people can cover at work.”
Looking over her shoulder at Ron, who was on the sofa waiting, he shook his head. “You two just got married. You need your privacy.”
“Not if it means you’ll be alone.” Grasping his arm, she sighed. “Seriously, we don’t mind.”
I’m alone when I’m with you two as well. Somehow Harry dredged up a smile despite his melancholy mood. “I’m fine. Truly,” he lied. “I like working holiday shifts. It’s quiet, which means I can finally get some of my outstanding paperwork done.”
“Well, if you’re sure--”
“Very.” Kissing her cheek, he backed away. “I’ll see you soon.”
“All right.” Hermione looked concerned. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“I won’t.” And, turning away, Harry Apparated to work before his facade could crack.
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The Ministry was quiet. Draco, already up to date on all his paperwork, sauntered through the empty hallway. A noise made him pause and approach an open door.
Inside sat Harry Potter, staring down at a parchment. As Draco watched, he leaned back in his chair, balancing it on its back legs. Then, pulling a flask out of his pocket, he took a swig.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Has the job finally driven you to drink, Potter?”
Potter, clearly startled, flailed, falling backwards and hitting the floor. Scrambling to his feet, he glared at Draco. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Leaning against the door, Draco smirked. “Working. Which is what some of us do at work.”
Potter rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have holiday parties to attend or something?”
“If I did, would I be here?” Draco huffed. “I’ll leave you to your flask, then, shall I?”
“No. Wait.” Potter sighed. “Look, clearly neither of us has anywhere else to be or we’d be there. Care to...join me?”
Draco shook his head. “I refuse to drink here. If we’re doing this, we’re doing this right. There’s a pub around the corner. We’ll go there.”
Potter inclined his head. “All right.”
“And you’re paying,” Draco said.
Potter shook his head. “Of course I am.”
Draco smirked. “Glad we understand each other.”
~
TBC
Author:
alisannePairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 530
Rating: G
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompt: melancholy.Warning(s): None (other than apparently I am once again writing *three* separate series' for the holidays. FML.
Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Working for the Holidays
~
Draco stared at the parchment for a long moment before pushing it away. He wasn’t surprised his parents were staying in France for the holidays, although it was disappointing that he would be alone. Still, he couldn’t blame them. After all, there was nothing left for them in England now. Not since the war.
I suppose this means I can do a few extra holiday shifts at work, he thought. That would be better than sitting around here and staring at these four walls nursing my melancholy mood. He hadn’t been motivated to decorate and frankly wasn’t inclined to given the news that he was be alone for Christmas.
Decision made, Draco Summoned his work robes. They were always short staffed at the Ministry over the holidays. He knew they wouldn’t turn him away.
Casting one last look around his sparse flat, he Apparated away.
~
“You should stay, Harry,” Hermione said as he started for the door. “Other people can cover at work.”
Looking over her shoulder at Ron, who was on the sofa waiting, he shook his head. “You two just got married. You need your privacy.”
“Not if it means you’ll be alone.” Grasping his arm, she sighed. “Seriously, we don’t mind.”
I’m alone when I’m with you two as well. Somehow Harry dredged up a smile despite his melancholy mood. “I’m fine. Truly,” he lied. “I like working holiday shifts. It’s quiet, which means I can finally get some of my outstanding paperwork done.”
“Well, if you’re sure--”
“Very.” Kissing her cheek, he backed away. “I’ll see you soon.”
“All right.” Hermione looked concerned. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“I won’t.” And, turning away, Harry Apparated to work before his facade could crack.
~
The Ministry was quiet. Draco, already up to date on all his paperwork, sauntered through the empty hallway. A noise made him pause and approach an open door.
Inside sat Harry Potter, staring down at a parchment. As Draco watched, he leaned back in his chair, balancing it on its back legs. Then, pulling a flask out of his pocket, he took a swig.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Has the job finally driven you to drink, Potter?”
Potter, clearly startled, flailed, falling backwards and hitting the floor. Scrambling to his feet, he glared at Draco. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Leaning against the door, Draco smirked. “Working. Which is what some of us do at work.”
Potter rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have holiday parties to attend or something?”
“If I did, would I be here?” Draco huffed. “I’ll leave you to your flask, then, shall I?”
“No. Wait.” Potter sighed. “Look, clearly neither of us has anywhere else to be or we’d be there. Care to...join me?”
Draco shook his head. “I refuse to drink here. If we’re doing this, we’re doing this right. There’s a pub around the corner. We’ll go there.”
Potter inclined his head. “All right.”
“And you’re paying,” Draco said.
Potter shook his head. “Of course I am.”
Draco smirked. “Glad we understand each other.”
~
TBC
