Working for the Holidays - Eight
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alisanneTitle: Working for the Holidays - Eight
Author:alisanne
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 650
Rating: PG
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dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Holly berries and candles. This is the next in my Working for the Holidays Series.
The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven.
Warning(s): None.
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 - Eight
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Draco’s eyes opened slowly and he blinked in the dim morning light. His dream, which, from the state of his sheets had been quite pleasurable, fled before he could quite recall the details.
Sighing, Draco rolled onto his side, eyes widening as he saw the time. Six thirty? Salazar!
Jumping out of bed, he took the quickest shower of his life, and within ten minutes was cooking. Luckily, years living alone and a love of potions had made him a decent cook, and by six fifty-eight he was almost ready. He even had time to create a centrepiece with a Christmas candle and some holly berries.
When the Floo opened and Potter stumbled through at two minutes past seven, Draco smirked. “There you are. I thought I was going to have to go to your place and collect you.”
To his surprise, Potter blushed. “No!”
Draco coughed. “Are you all right, Potter?”
Potter nodded. “I’m fine,” he said, his eyes avoiding Draco’s.
Draco raised an eyebrow. Something’s clearly happened. “I see.” Gesturing to the table, he said, “Well then, do sit. The omelettes are almost ready.”
Potter sat, still looking uncomfortable.
Puzzled, Draco levitated the dishes he’d kept under a Warming Charm. “I hope you like mushrooms.”
“Love them,” mumbled Potter.
Leaning close, Draco sniffed exaggeratedly. “Hm, I don’t smell any alcohol--”
“What?” Potter looked insulted. “I haven’t been drinking!”
“Just checking.” Draco hummed. “You must admit that you’re acting very strangely this morning.”
Potter sighed. “I...I had a weird dream, all right?” His eyes met Draco briefly before skittering away. “I just have to work some things out in my head.”
“Ah.” Seating himself across from Potter, Draco inclined his head. “Well, once you’ve worked those things out, perhaps we can discuss our plans for the week. In the meantime...coffee?”
Potter nodded and after pouring himself a cup and adding two sugars, he sipped and hummed, his posture relaxing slightly. “This is good,” he said, sounding surprised. “Really good.”
Draco smirked. “Wait until you try the omelette,” he said.
When Potter actually moaned when he bit into the omelette, the sound did strange things to Draco’s insides. “Merlin, you weren’t kidding. You really can cook.” Potter licked his lips.
“Of course.” Reassured, Draco concentrated on his own food. “I definitely know my way around a kitchen. Now, about this week--”
As they chatted, Potter relaxed more until he actually began joking. And he stopped blushing every time he looked at Draco. “That all sounds fine,” said pushing away from the table. “Just one condition.”
“And what’s that?’ asked Draco.
“You come with me to Christmas dinner at the Burrow.” Potter smiled. “You admitted you’ve no place else to go.”
“That’s the Weasleys’ place, yes?” Draco hummed. “I’ll...consider it.”
“Good.” Checking his watch, Potter sighed. “Damn. It’s time to get to the Ministry.”
“All right.” Rising, Draco waved his wand, levitating the dishes and cups into the sink. As he spun to move towards the Floo, he frowned. “That’s odd.”
“What?”
Bending down, Draco picked up a bit of ribbon he couldn’t recall having seen before. “I found some ribbon.” Thoughtfully, he twirled it in his fingers. “Oh, I know. I wrapped some gifts yesterday, I suppose I must have dropped this piece.”
“Ribbon?” Potter, sounding choked, looked as if he’d seen a ghost.
Draco slipped it into his pocket to dispose of later. “Are you all right?”
Hesitating for a moment, Potter finally nodded. “I’m fine. Um... Maybe you should leave that ribbon here.” He coughed. “It’s not regulation and, um...you never know when there will be an inspection.”
Raising an eyebrow, Draco reached into his pocket and removed the ribbon, dropping it on the table. “Better?”
“Yeah.” Clearly frazzled, Potter hurried towards the Floo. “Right. We should go.”
Draco sauntered after him, shaking his head. “You really are strung too tightly, Potter. My goal this week will be to get you to relax.”
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Author:
alisannePairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 650
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Holly berries and candles. This is the next in my Working for the Holidays Series. The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven.
Warning(s): None.
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.
~
Working for the Holidays - Eight
~
Draco’s eyes opened slowly and he blinked in the dim morning light. His dream, which, from the state of his sheets had been quite pleasurable, fled before he could quite recall the details.
Sighing, Draco rolled onto his side, eyes widening as he saw the time. Six thirty? Salazar!
Jumping out of bed, he took the quickest shower of his life, and within ten minutes was cooking. Luckily, years living alone and a love of potions had made him a decent cook, and by six fifty-eight he was almost ready. He even had time to create a centrepiece with a Christmas candle and some holly berries.
When the Floo opened and Potter stumbled through at two minutes past seven, Draco smirked. “There you are. I thought I was going to have to go to your place and collect you.”
To his surprise, Potter blushed. “No!”
Draco coughed. “Are you all right, Potter?”
Potter nodded. “I’m fine,” he said, his eyes avoiding Draco’s.
Draco raised an eyebrow. Something’s clearly happened. “I see.” Gesturing to the table, he said, “Well then, do sit. The omelettes are almost ready.”
Potter sat, still looking uncomfortable.
Puzzled, Draco levitated the dishes he’d kept under a Warming Charm. “I hope you like mushrooms.”
“Love them,” mumbled Potter.
Leaning close, Draco sniffed exaggeratedly. “Hm, I don’t smell any alcohol--”
“What?” Potter looked insulted. “I haven’t been drinking!”
“Just checking.” Draco hummed. “You must admit that you’re acting very strangely this morning.”
Potter sighed. “I...I had a weird dream, all right?” His eyes met Draco briefly before skittering away. “I just have to work some things out in my head.”
“Ah.” Seating himself across from Potter, Draco inclined his head. “Well, once you’ve worked those things out, perhaps we can discuss our plans for the week. In the meantime...coffee?”
Potter nodded and after pouring himself a cup and adding two sugars, he sipped and hummed, his posture relaxing slightly. “This is good,” he said, sounding surprised. “Really good.”
Draco smirked. “Wait until you try the omelette,” he said.
When Potter actually moaned when he bit into the omelette, the sound did strange things to Draco’s insides. “Merlin, you weren’t kidding. You really can cook.” Potter licked his lips.
“Of course.” Reassured, Draco concentrated on his own food. “I definitely know my way around a kitchen. Now, about this week--”
As they chatted, Potter relaxed more until he actually began joking. And he stopped blushing every time he looked at Draco. “That all sounds fine,” said pushing away from the table. “Just one condition.”
“And what’s that?’ asked Draco.
“You come with me to Christmas dinner at the Burrow.” Potter smiled. “You admitted you’ve no place else to go.”
“That’s the Weasleys’ place, yes?” Draco hummed. “I’ll...consider it.”
“Good.” Checking his watch, Potter sighed. “Damn. It’s time to get to the Ministry.”
“All right.” Rising, Draco waved his wand, levitating the dishes and cups into the sink. As he spun to move towards the Floo, he frowned. “That’s odd.”
“What?”
Bending down, Draco picked up a bit of ribbon he couldn’t recall having seen before. “I found some ribbon.” Thoughtfully, he twirled it in his fingers. “Oh, I know. I wrapped some gifts yesterday, I suppose I must have dropped this piece.”
“Ribbon?” Potter, sounding choked, looked as if he’d seen a ghost.
Draco slipped it into his pocket to dispose of later. “Are you all right?”
Hesitating for a moment, Potter finally nodded. “I’m fine. Um... Maybe you should leave that ribbon here.” He coughed. “It’s not regulation and, um...you never know when there will be an inspection.”
Raising an eyebrow, Draco reached into his pocket and removed the ribbon, dropping it on the table. “Better?”
“Yeah.” Clearly frazzled, Potter hurried towards the Floo. “Right. We should go.”
Draco sauntered after him, shaking his head. “You really are strung too tightly, Potter. My goal this week will be to get you to relax.”
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