A Christmas Wish - Part Ten
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alisanneTitle: A Christmas Wish - Part Ten
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slythindor100's 2013 Christmas prompt #6: Stockings hung on the mantel.
Word Count: 860
Rating: PG
Warning: EWE, AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks tosevfan and emynn for the beta. This is part ten in my Christmas Wish Series.
Previous parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine.
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A Christmas Wish - Part Ten
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Draco’s mouth fell open in shock. “W-what?”
Potter sat beside Draco on the sofa. “You can’t be the only one they’ve been doing this to, Malfoy. They have to be stopped, don’t you see?”
“And you plan to stop them?” Draco blinked. It hadn’t occurred to him that Potter would actually want to help. “How?”
“Well first, we need to prove it happened. And that it wasn’t legal. Do you have a copy of your sentencing papers?”
Slowly, Draco nodded. “Of course. Why?”
“Because we need to be sure they didn’t slip an addendum into your paperwork allowing them to do this.” Potter raised an eyebrow as Draco started at him. “What?”
Draco blinked. “I just--” Flushing, he looked away. “I didn’t think you’d care this much.” Or at all.
“Why wouldn’t I care?” Potter asked.
Draco snorted. “We haven’t exactly been the best of friends up to this point, Potter. Plus, up until this evening I thought you knew about what they were doing, condoned it, even.”
Potter sighed. “Even when we were enemies in school, Malfoy, I’d never have wished something like this on you. I wouldn’t even wish it on Vol--” He paused. “Well, that would be a lie. If Voldemort had had his magic drained, it would have saved a lot of people a lot of heartbreak.”
Draco winced at Potter’s casual use of the name. “I suppose so.”
“Anyway,” Potter continued. “We need to build a case. So once we look at your papers, then we’ll need to find out whether or not they’re doing this to other people, too. Do you remember seeing anyone else get their magic drained at the same time?”
Draco shook his head, narrowing his eyes in concentration. “No, I never saw anyone else there during my collections. It was just the--” he shivered, “extractors. And they kept me hooded when they did it so I never saw their faces.”
“Hm.” Potter pursed his lips. “We’ll need to figure out who they were. Would you recall their voices if you heard them?”
Draco shuddered. “Definitely.”
“Okay.” Potter gnawed his bottom lip. “I think we may need a bit of help with this.”
“Help?”
Slowly, Potter grinned. “Oh yes. We need Hermione. Once I tell her about this she’s going to go mad. She hates injustice.”
Draco stared down at his hands. “Even to Slytherins?” he muttered.
Potter sighed and to Draco’s shock, reached out and clasped one of Draco’s hands in his. “To anyone. Right, so, the next thing we should do is--”
Just then Draco’s stomach growled loudly. “Sorry,” he said, embarrassed. “I missed dinner and Pansy was going to send Theo for food but then you arrived and--”
“And chased her off.” Potter sat back, studying Draco. “I haven’t eaten either,” he finally said. “I know a cosy place not too far from here if you’d like to get something to eat.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “What if people see us?”
Potter frowned. “What if they do?”
“I just finished my Azkaban community service last week,” Draco reminded him. “You’re an Auror. Aren’t there...I dunno...rules about that sort of thing?”
“Not that I know of.” Standing up, Potter extended a hand. “Now come on, let’s go. We need to plan and you need to eat. No wonder you weigh practically nothing.”
Huffing, Draco stood, without accepting Potter’s assistance. “And how would you know that?”
Potter smirked. “I carried you earlier this evening, remember?”
Flushing, Draco looked away from him. I wish I did. “Of course. Well, since I was unconscious at the time--”
He paused when Potter touched his arm gently. “Look, Malfoy, can’t we just...start over? I want to help you. Let me?”
Draco looked up and into Potter’s green eyes. He hummed. “Fine. So...dinner?”
“Yes. And I’m paying since I made you miss yours.”
Draco inclined his head, ignoring the warm feeling spreading through his chest. “Good to know chivalry isn’t dead.”
They walked to the restaurant, which was called The Witch’s Brew, and when they arrived, were immediately shown to a romantic table in the corner. The hostess and most of the staff greeted Potter warmly; it was clear he was a regular. The place was decorated for Christmas, and even had stuffed stockings hanging on a mantel by a decked-out Christmas tree.
Draco, who hadn’t really had an appetite for months, found his mouth watering as he inspected the menu, which seemed to feature Italian dishes. “What’s good here?” he asked.
Potter grinned. “It’s all delicious.” Leaning forward, he said, “In fact-- Do you trust me?”
Draco hesitated. “Loaded question,” he finally said. “But yes. I do.” Salazar help me.
“Good.” Reaching for Draco’s menu, he plucked it from his hands. “Then I’ll order for both of us. This will be a meal you won’t forget.”
Sitting back, Draco slipped his shaking hands into his lap. It’s already that.
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Author:
alisannePrompt used:
slythindor100/slythindor100's 2013 Christmas prompt #6: Stockings hung on the mantel.Word Count: 860
Rating: PG
Warning: EWE, AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks to
sevfan and emynn for the beta. This is part ten in my Christmas Wish Series. Previous parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine.
~
A Christmas Wish - Part Ten
~
Draco’s mouth fell open in shock. “W-what?”
Potter sat beside Draco on the sofa. “You can’t be the only one they’ve been doing this to, Malfoy. They have to be stopped, don’t you see?”
“And you plan to stop them?” Draco blinked. It hadn’t occurred to him that Potter would actually want to help. “How?”
“Well first, we need to prove it happened. And that it wasn’t legal. Do you have a copy of your sentencing papers?”
Slowly, Draco nodded. “Of course. Why?”
“Because we need to be sure they didn’t slip an addendum into your paperwork allowing them to do this.” Potter raised an eyebrow as Draco started at him. “What?”
Draco blinked. “I just--” Flushing, he looked away. “I didn’t think you’d care this much.” Or at all.
“Why wouldn’t I care?” Potter asked.
Draco snorted. “We haven’t exactly been the best of friends up to this point, Potter. Plus, up until this evening I thought you knew about what they were doing, condoned it, even.”
Potter sighed. “Even when we were enemies in school, Malfoy, I’d never have wished something like this on you. I wouldn’t even wish it on Vol--” He paused. “Well, that would be a lie. If Voldemort had had his magic drained, it would have saved a lot of people a lot of heartbreak.”
Draco winced at Potter’s casual use of the name. “I suppose so.”
“Anyway,” Potter continued. “We need to build a case. So once we look at your papers, then we’ll need to find out whether or not they’re doing this to other people, too. Do you remember seeing anyone else get their magic drained at the same time?”
Draco shook his head, narrowing his eyes in concentration. “No, I never saw anyone else there during my collections. It was just the--” he shivered, “extractors. And they kept me hooded when they did it so I never saw their faces.”
“Hm.” Potter pursed his lips. “We’ll need to figure out who they were. Would you recall their voices if you heard them?”
Draco shuddered. “Definitely.”
“Okay.” Potter gnawed his bottom lip. “I think we may need a bit of help with this.”
“Help?”
Slowly, Potter grinned. “Oh yes. We need Hermione. Once I tell her about this she’s going to go mad. She hates injustice.”
Draco stared down at his hands. “Even to Slytherins?” he muttered.
Potter sighed and to Draco’s shock, reached out and clasped one of Draco’s hands in his. “To anyone. Right, so, the next thing we should do is--”
Just then Draco’s stomach growled loudly. “Sorry,” he said, embarrassed. “I missed dinner and Pansy was going to send Theo for food but then you arrived and--”
“And chased her off.” Potter sat back, studying Draco. “I haven’t eaten either,” he finally said. “I know a cosy place not too far from here if you’d like to get something to eat.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “What if people see us?”
Potter frowned. “What if they do?”
“I just finished my Azkaban community service last week,” Draco reminded him. “You’re an Auror. Aren’t there...I dunno...rules about that sort of thing?”
“Not that I know of.” Standing up, Potter extended a hand. “Now come on, let’s go. We need to plan and you need to eat. No wonder you weigh practically nothing.”
Huffing, Draco stood, without accepting Potter’s assistance. “And how would you know that?”
Potter smirked. “I carried you earlier this evening, remember?”
Flushing, Draco looked away from him. I wish I did. “Of course. Well, since I was unconscious at the time--”
He paused when Potter touched his arm gently. “Look, Malfoy, can’t we just...start over? I want to help you. Let me?”
Draco looked up and into Potter’s green eyes. He hummed. “Fine. So...dinner?”
“Yes. And I’m paying since I made you miss yours.”
Draco inclined his head, ignoring the warm feeling spreading through his chest. “Good to know chivalry isn’t dead.”
They walked to the restaurant, which was called The Witch’s Brew, and when they arrived, were immediately shown to a romantic table in the corner. The hostess and most of the staff greeted Potter warmly; it was clear he was a regular. The place was decorated for Christmas, and even had stuffed stockings hanging on a mantel by a decked-out Christmas tree.
Draco, who hadn’t really had an appetite for months, found his mouth watering as he inspected the menu, which seemed to feature Italian dishes. “What’s good here?” he asked.
Potter grinned. “It’s all delicious.” Leaning forward, he said, “In fact-- Do you trust me?”
Draco hesitated. “Loaded question,” he finally said. “But yes. I do.” Salazar help me.
“Good.” Reaching for Draco’s menu, he plucked it from his hands. “Then I’ll order for both of us. This will be a meal you won’t forget.”
Sitting back, Draco slipped his shaking hands into his lap. It’s already that.
~
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Date: 2013-12-12 04:23 pm (UTC)Thank you!