Fic: The Perfect Gift - Part 1
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alisanneTitle: The Perfect Gift - Part 1
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Word count: 965
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
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dracoharry100's Christmas prompts # 1 - 6: UglyChristmas sweater / socks, Icicles, Inappropriate (new or re-written) Christmas carols, Stockings, Break-up or lonely during the holidays, and Christmas cards.
This is chapter 1 of my new H/D Gift Series. Let's see how this one goes. I'm planning to wrap it up pretty quickly. ;)
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: Harry needs help, and gets it from an unlikely person.
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The Perfect Gift - Part 1
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“Are you sure a book’s a good idea, mate?” Harry asks. “Doesn’t she already have all of them?”
Ron shoots him a frazzled look. “Can you think of anything else to get her?”
Harry, in fact, cannot, and, shrugging his shoulders in defeat, he follows Ron towards the new bookshop that’s just opened in Diagon Alley. It’s so cold out there are icicles hanging off the bright red awning.
As they enter the shop, he looks around. It’s cosy, with a fireplace in a corner and a Christmas tree in the back. The fireplace has stockings hanging from it, and greenery is adorning the mantel. It’s more festive than Harry’s flat. Clearly the shop is meant to be place one can curl up with a book and read.
“Right,” says Harry. “I say we split up. You go through the magic theory section and I’ll take Arithmancy.”
Ron scowls. “Why do you get Arithmancy? I’m her boyfriend.”
Harry raises an eyebrow. “Is there some romantic connotation to Arithmancy that I’m unaware of? Fine, you go to Arithmancy and I’ll take magic theory.”
Ron sighs. “Sorry, I just…I want to get this right, you know? This is our first Christmas together as an official couple and I want her to love this gift.”
Harry smiles. “She loves you. There’s no way she’s going to be upset no matter what you get her. Relax, you’re not breaking up over this.”
“I hope not,” mutters Ron. “Being alone during the holidays would suck, especially since everyone else has someone.”
Harry coughs. “Well, not everyone.”
Ron’s eyes go wide. “Shit, I’m sorry, mate. I wasn’t thinking—”
Harry shakes his head. “No worries. It’s not like Ginny and I were anything more than casual anyway.”
“Still, that was insensitive of me.”
Harry grins. “And now I know Hermione’s had an influence on you.”
“Shut it, you.” Ron’s blushing. “Okay, back to the topic. What are you getting her?”
Harry sighs. “Tell you what, you search the shop, look for a book, I’ll come up with some other alternative.”
“Are you sure?” At Harry’s nod, Ron beams, clapping Harry on the shoulder. “You’re the best mate a bloke could ever have,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”
Waving him off, Harry wanders around the front of the shop, meandering in and out of the stacks of books. As he walks, he considers other gift ideas for Hermione. He’s still deep in thought when he hears a familiar voice.
“…believe you wore those awful socks, Greg. What’s that on them? Trolls?”
Peering around a bookshelf, Harry spots an unlikely group of people. Draco Malfoy, Luna, Gregory Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson are seated on a sofa.
Goyle glares at Parkinson. “Luna gave them to me, so shut it.”
Parkinson rolls her eyes. “Sorry, Lovegood,” she says, tone snide.
Luna, who appears to be filling out Christmas cards, looks up. “It’s fine, Pansy,” she says. “I know it’s only because of your poor self esteem that you lash out anyway.”
Parkinson’s mouth drops open. “What did you just say to me, you—?”
Malfoy smirks. “You heard her fine, Pansy. And she’s right, so unless you want to continue to hear things you don't like, you’ll shut it.”
“But she—!”
“And they’re Nargles,” continues Luna as if Parkinson isn’t sputtering. “I made them myself. Greg’s feet need protection.”
Malfoy smiles at her and it’s gentle, sweet. Harry gasps. Malfoy’s face completely changes when he looks at Luna. Gone are the faintly cynical lines around his mouth, and his eyes actually sparkle. “They’re brilliant, Luna.”
Parkinson huffs, but she finally settles. “So I’ve rewritten another Christmas carol,” she announces. “Want to hear?”
“No!” says Malfoy. “You’re horrible and your rewrite of ‘Oh, Holy Night’ has already ruined my childhood.”
“Relax,” says Parkinson. “Jingle Bells, Merlin smells, Godric’s laid an egg—”
Harry is still trying to reconcile the scene he’s watching when Luna looks up and straight at him. “That’s nice, Pansy,” she says. “But you should stop. You’re confusing Harry.”
And suddenly eight eyes are turned towards him. Harry steps back, but it’s too late. “Join us, Harry!” Luna says, and, slowly, Harry walks towards them.
“Er, hello, everyone, ” Harry says. “I was just waiting for Ron. He’s looking for a book for Hermione for Christmas.”
“Doesn’t she already have all of them?” Parkinson sneered.
Malfoy elbows her and she rolls her eyes.
Harry clears his throat. “Actually, I said the very same thing earlier.”
“What are you going to get her, Harry?” asks Luna.
Harry spreads his hands. “I have no idea.”
“You need an expert shopper,” says Parkinson. “I know just the person.” She smirks at Malfoy, who colours.
“Er, who?” Harry asks.
“She means Draco,” says Luna, calmly gathering up her cards and putting away her quill. “He can pick the perfect gift for anyone.”
Malfoy coughs. “So, I like shopping,” he says, sounding defensive. “Hex me.”
“Well,” says Luna, standing and pulling Goyle with her, “now that that’s settled, we should go. Come along, Pansy.”
Parkinson looks outraged. “What? Why should I leave?”
“Because Harry and Draco need to talk. Harry needs to tell Draco about Hermione so he can help pick her gift.” Luna stares at Parkinson and, amazingly, Parkinson drops her eyes and follows meekly.
Malfoy, who had also stood up, watches them leave before turning back to Harry. “We don’t have to do this,” he says. “Luna can have odd ideas—”
Harry smiles. “Yeah, she can. But she’s right, I do need help, so if you’re willing to help—”
After a moment, Malfoy nods. “I’m willing.”
“Great.” Harry bites his lip. “I just need to find Ron and let him know I’m leaving and then we can go.”
“All right.” Malfoy smiles faintly. “Lead the way.”
~
Part 2 (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Word count: 965
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas prompts # 1 - 6: UglyChristmas sweater / socks, Icicles, Inappropriate (new or re-written) Christmas carols, Stockings, Break-up or lonely during the holidays, and Christmas cards.This is chapter 1 of my new H/D Gift Series. Let's see how this one goes. I'm planning to wrap it up pretty quickly. ;)
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: Harry needs help, and gets it from an unlikely person.
~
The Perfect Gift - Part 1
~
“Are you sure a book’s a good idea, mate?” Harry asks. “Doesn’t she already have all of them?”
Ron shoots him a frazzled look. “Can you think of anything else to get her?”
Harry, in fact, cannot, and, shrugging his shoulders in defeat, he follows Ron towards the new bookshop that’s just opened in Diagon Alley. It’s so cold out there are icicles hanging off the bright red awning.
As they enter the shop, he looks around. It’s cosy, with a fireplace in a corner and a Christmas tree in the back. The fireplace has stockings hanging from it, and greenery is adorning the mantel. It’s more festive than Harry’s flat. Clearly the shop is meant to be place one can curl up with a book and read.
“Right,” says Harry. “I say we split up. You go through the magic theory section and I’ll take Arithmancy.”
Ron scowls. “Why do you get Arithmancy? I’m her boyfriend.”
Harry raises an eyebrow. “Is there some romantic connotation to Arithmancy that I’m unaware of? Fine, you go to Arithmancy and I’ll take magic theory.”
Ron sighs. “Sorry, I just…I want to get this right, you know? This is our first Christmas together as an official couple and I want her to love this gift.”
Harry smiles. “She loves you. There’s no way she’s going to be upset no matter what you get her. Relax, you’re not breaking up over this.”
“I hope not,” mutters Ron. “Being alone during the holidays would suck, especially since everyone else has someone.”
Harry coughs. “Well, not everyone.”
Ron’s eyes go wide. “Shit, I’m sorry, mate. I wasn’t thinking—”
Harry shakes his head. “No worries. It’s not like Ginny and I were anything more than casual anyway.”
“Still, that was insensitive of me.”
Harry grins. “And now I know Hermione’s had an influence on you.”
“Shut it, you.” Ron’s blushing. “Okay, back to the topic. What are you getting her?”
Harry sighs. “Tell you what, you search the shop, look for a book, I’ll come up with some other alternative.”
“Are you sure?” At Harry’s nod, Ron beams, clapping Harry on the shoulder. “You’re the best mate a bloke could ever have,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”
Waving him off, Harry wanders around the front of the shop, meandering in and out of the stacks of books. As he walks, he considers other gift ideas for Hermione. He’s still deep in thought when he hears a familiar voice.
“…believe you wore those awful socks, Greg. What’s that on them? Trolls?”
Peering around a bookshelf, Harry spots an unlikely group of people. Draco Malfoy, Luna, Gregory Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson are seated on a sofa.
Goyle glares at Parkinson. “Luna gave them to me, so shut it.”
Parkinson rolls her eyes. “Sorry, Lovegood,” she says, tone snide.
Luna, who appears to be filling out Christmas cards, looks up. “It’s fine, Pansy,” she says. “I know it’s only because of your poor self esteem that you lash out anyway.”
Parkinson’s mouth drops open. “What did you just say to me, you—?”
Malfoy smirks. “You heard her fine, Pansy. And she’s right, so unless you want to continue to hear things you don't like, you’ll shut it.”
“But she—!”
“And they’re Nargles,” continues Luna as if Parkinson isn’t sputtering. “I made them myself. Greg’s feet need protection.”
Malfoy smiles at her and it’s gentle, sweet. Harry gasps. Malfoy’s face completely changes when he looks at Luna. Gone are the faintly cynical lines around his mouth, and his eyes actually sparkle. “They’re brilliant, Luna.”
Parkinson huffs, but she finally settles. “So I’ve rewritten another Christmas carol,” she announces. “Want to hear?”
“No!” says Malfoy. “You’re horrible and your rewrite of ‘Oh, Holy Night’ has already ruined my childhood.”
“Relax,” says Parkinson. “Jingle Bells, Merlin smells, Godric’s laid an egg—”
Harry is still trying to reconcile the scene he’s watching when Luna looks up and straight at him. “That’s nice, Pansy,” she says. “But you should stop. You’re confusing Harry.”
And suddenly eight eyes are turned towards him. Harry steps back, but it’s too late. “Join us, Harry!” Luna says, and, slowly, Harry walks towards them.
“Er, hello, everyone, ” Harry says. “I was just waiting for Ron. He’s looking for a book for Hermione for Christmas.”
“Doesn’t she already have all of them?” Parkinson sneered.
Malfoy elbows her and she rolls her eyes.
Harry clears his throat. “Actually, I said the very same thing earlier.”
“What are you going to get her, Harry?” asks Luna.
Harry spreads his hands. “I have no idea.”
“You need an expert shopper,” says Parkinson. “I know just the person.” She smirks at Malfoy, who colours.
“Er, who?” Harry asks.
“She means Draco,” says Luna, calmly gathering up her cards and putting away her quill. “He can pick the perfect gift for anyone.”
Malfoy coughs. “So, I like shopping,” he says, sounding defensive. “Hex me.”
“Well,” says Luna, standing and pulling Goyle with her, “now that that’s settled, we should go. Come along, Pansy.”
Parkinson looks outraged. “What? Why should I leave?”
“Because Harry and Draco need to talk. Harry needs to tell Draco about Hermione so he can help pick her gift.” Luna stares at Parkinson and, amazingly, Parkinson drops her eyes and follows meekly.
Malfoy, who had also stood up, watches them leave before turning back to Harry. “We don’t have to do this,” he says. “Luna can have odd ideas—”
Harry smiles. “Yeah, she can. But she’s right, I do need help, so if you’re willing to help—”
After a moment, Malfoy nods. “I’m willing.”
“Great.” Harry bites his lip. “I just need to find Ron and let him know I’m leaving and then we can go.”
“All right.” Malfoy smiles faintly. “Lead the way.”
~
Part 2 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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