A Christmas Wish - Part Seventeen
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alisanneTitle: A Christmas Wish - Part Seventeen
Author:alisanne
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slythindor100's 2013 Christmas prompt #13: Wrapped gifts under the tree.
Word Count: 495
Rating: G
Warning: EWE, AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks tosevfan and emynn for the beta. This is part seventeen in my Christmas Wish Series.
Previous parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, and Sixteen.
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A Christmas Wish - Part Seventeen
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Harry stared into Malfoy’s eyes for a long moment, caught in their smoky depths. Have his eyes always been that beautiful?
“Potter? Is everything all right?” Malfoy prodded.
Harry blinked, looking away from those oddly mesmerising eyes. Bloody hell, I hope he’s not a good Legilimens, because the things I was thinking-- “Yes, sorry. Um, I’m at Hermione’s place and I told her about what happened to you. She’d like to help. Have you found your sentencing papers?”
Malfoy held up a parchment. “I was just looking over them. I see no mention of what happened to me being a part of my punishment.”
Harry nodded. “I’d have been surprised if it had been. Imagine the public’s reaction! Anyway, if you have a moment, could you come through so Hermione can look at them, too? Then we can plan the next step.”
“Very well. I’ll be right there.” Malfoy’s face disappeared and a moment later he stepped through the fireplace and into the room. He was all in black, except for a jewelled pin with two dragons curled around a red garnet stone. As Harry stared at it, one of the dragons winked.
Harry smiled.
“What is it?’ Malfoy asked, looking down at the pin. He shook his head. “Are they flirting with you? They’re terrible that way.”
Harry chuckled. “I don’t mind.”
As Malfoy looked around, Harry continued studying him. Something seemed different about him in the light of day. “This is Granger’s home?” he asked.
Harry nodded, distracted from his thoughts. “Yes. She and George live here.”
Malfoy’s eyes lingered on the tree in the corner, which, unlike the rest of the somewhat messy space, was beautifully decorated and looked quite organised with its gaily wrapped gifts and bags. “It’s very nice,” he finally said. “Quite welcoming.”
“Thank you.” Hermione, face expressionless, stood at the door.
Malfoy inclined his head. “No, thank you for agreeing to help me. I know you don’t have to.”
Hermione’s expression didn’t soften a hair. “I’m only helping you because Harry asked and because what happened to you shouldn’t happen to anyone.”
Malfoy nodded. “Understood.”
“Good, now come through. I need to hear about all this first hand.”
Once they were all seated at the kitchen table, Hermione began to cross-examine Malfoy. He held up well under the questions until she asked if he’d seen a Healer. “No,” he said, flushing and looking away from her. “Who would help me? Plus, I’m pretty sure one of them was a Healer, and since I never saw their face--”
Hermione sighed. Harry could tell she was affected by his story. “Well we can at least have you examined by someone,” she said. “And I’m willing to swear on my life that this Healer had nothing to do with what happened to you.”
Harry, who’d pulled his chair close to Malfoy’s to offer silent support, blinked. “You don’t mean--?”
“Who are you talking about?” Malfoy asked.
Harry coughed. “Luna’s a Healer.”
Malfoy’s eyes widened. “But she was imprisoned in my house. Why would she help me?”
Harry smiled. “Because it’s the right thing to do.”
Malfoy shook his head. “I’m going to owe you all when this is over. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to repay you, Potter.”
Harry’s hands clenched into fists as he fought to not touch him. “Oh,” he said lightly. “Something tells me it will all work out eventually.”
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Author:
alisannePrompt used:
slythindor100/slythindor100's 2013 Christmas prompt #13: Wrapped gifts under the tree.Word Count: 495
Rating: G
Warning: EWE, AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks to
sevfan and emynn for the beta. This is part seventeen in my Christmas Wish Series. Previous parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, and Sixteen.
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A Christmas Wish - Part Seventeen
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Harry stared into Malfoy’s eyes for a long moment, caught in their smoky depths. Have his eyes always been that beautiful?
“Potter? Is everything all right?” Malfoy prodded.
Harry blinked, looking away from those oddly mesmerising eyes. Bloody hell, I hope he’s not a good Legilimens, because the things I was thinking-- “Yes, sorry. Um, I’m at Hermione’s place and I told her about what happened to you. She’d like to help. Have you found your sentencing papers?”
Malfoy held up a parchment. “I was just looking over them. I see no mention of what happened to me being a part of my punishment.”
Harry nodded. “I’d have been surprised if it had been. Imagine the public’s reaction! Anyway, if you have a moment, could you come through so Hermione can look at them, too? Then we can plan the next step.”
“Very well. I’ll be right there.” Malfoy’s face disappeared and a moment later he stepped through the fireplace and into the room. He was all in black, except for a jewelled pin with two dragons curled around a red garnet stone. As Harry stared at it, one of the dragons winked.
Harry smiled.
“What is it?’ Malfoy asked, looking down at the pin. He shook his head. “Are they flirting with you? They’re terrible that way.”
Harry chuckled. “I don’t mind.”
As Malfoy looked around, Harry continued studying him. Something seemed different about him in the light of day. “This is Granger’s home?” he asked.
Harry nodded, distracted from his thoughts. “Yes. She and George live here.”
Malfoy’s eyes lingered on the tree in the corner, which, unlike the rest of the somewhat messy space, was beautifully decorated and looked quite organised with its gaily wrapped gifts and bags. “It’s very nice,” he finally said. “Quite welcoming.”
“Thank you.” Hermione, face expressionless, stood at the door.
Malfoy inclined his head. “No, thank you for agreeing to help me. I know you don’t have to.”
Hermione’s expression didn’t soften a hair. “I’m only helping you because Harry asked and because what happened to you shouldn’t happen to anyone.”
Malfoy nodded. “Understood.”
“Good, now come through. I need to hear about all this first hand.”
Once they were all seated at the kitchen table, Hermione began to cross-examine Malfoy. He held up well under the questions until she asked if he’d seen a Healer. “No,” he said, flushing and looking away from her. “Who would help me? Plus, I’m pretty sure one of them was a Healer, and since I never saw their face--”
Hermione sighed. Harry could tell she was affected by his story. “Well we can at least have you examined by someone,” she said. “And I’m willing to swear on my life that this Healer had nothing to do with what happened to you.”
Harry, who’d pulled his chair close to Malfoy’s to offer silent support, blinked. “You don’t mean--?”
“Who are you talking about?” Malfoy asked.
Harry coughed. “Luna’s a Healer.”
Malfoy’s eyes widened. “But she was imprisoned in my house. Why would she help me?”
Harry smiled. “Because it’s the right thing to do.”
Malfoy shook his head. “I’m going to owe you all when this is over. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to repay you, Potter.”
Harry’s hands clenched into fists as he fought to not touch him. “Oh,” he said lightly. “Something tells me it will all work out eventually.”
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