Fic: Communication
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alisanneTitle: Communication
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 695
Warnings: back to flirting, sort of.
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slythindor100's prompt # 7: Person holding Holiday Wreath, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Advent Wreath. Part 7 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):torino10154.
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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Communication
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Harry ran a hand through his hair as he eyed Malfoy. He looked royally pissed, and Harry sighed. “Okay, if I release you, do you promise to listen to what I have to say?”
Malfoy’s glare was hot enough to heat the chill air surrounding them. “Why would you trust anything I say while you have me captive, Potter?” he spat.
“I trust you not to renege on your word. Now, please, promise you’ll hear me out.”
After a hesitation, Malfoy inclined his head.
“I’ll need verbal confirmation if you don’t mind,” said Harry.
Raising an eyebrow, Malfoy replied, “I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, hereby promise not to leave Harry Potter’s presence until I have heard his full explanation of why he’s doing whatever it is he’s doing as regards me.”
Harry smiled faintly. “I should probably make you promise not to hex me, too.”
Malfoy snorted. “Nor shall I hex or otherwise harm Harry Potter during this encounter.”
Shaking his head, Harry wandlessly released the garland binding Malfoy. “I guess that’s the best I can hope for given the circumstances.”
“It’s better than you deserve,” muttered Malfoy, rubbing his wrists.
“Are you hurt?” asked Harry, stepping towards Malfoy and grabbing his hands. Turning them over, Harry rubbed the reddened skin he found there with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be that rough.”
Malfoy cleared his throat. “I don’t mind roughness under the right circumstances,” he said, pulling his hands away. A flush spread over his cheeks as he seemed to realise what he’d admitted. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Say what you have to say so I can go.”
“Okay.” Swallowing hard, Harry watched Malfoy carefully. “This wasn’t a game to me. I actually went to see Blaise and Ginny to ask their advice about how I should proceed with you.”
“What does that mean, ‘proceed with me’?” Malfoy was keeping his eyes averted, so Harry touched his arm, making Malfoy look at him.
“It means…” Harry exhaled. “It means I rather fancy you, and when I heard you say you fancied me that evening in Harrods I thought why not give it a go, see what happens.” Chuckling ruefully, he continued, “But you’re not exactly the easiest person to approach, hence—”
“Hence Blaise.” Malfoy nodded. “All right, I suppose that makes sense. Use a Slytherin to trap a Slytherin.”
“I wasn’t—” Groaning, Harry rolled his eyes. “This wasn’t supposed to be a trap! I just wanted to see if we were compatible or if it was just my imagination that we had a connection.”
Malfoy hummed. “And what conclusion have you reached?”
“It feels to me like there could be something here.” Harry moved closer. “What do you think?”
“What do I think?” Malfoy sneered. “I think I’ve heard what you have to say. Goodbye, Potter.”
Expecting Malfoy to disappear, Harry stared at him as he just stood there.
“What have you done to me?” Malfoy spun to glare at Harry. “Why can’t I Apparate?”
Harry spread his hands wide. “I have no idea. I’m not stopping you. Although I wasn’t done explaining my position.”
“Oh for—” Malfoy groans. “That’s what it is, then. I vowed to stay until you finished your full explanation.” Rubbing his hands up and down his arms, he shivered. “Will you hurry up? Warming Charms only go so far.”
“We could go back to mine,” Harry offered. “I make a decent cup of tea.”
“Tea?” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Fine. Just…not here.”
Stepping up to Malfoy, Harry clasped is arm. “I’ll have to Side-Along you,” he said. “Is that all right?”
“Just get on with it, Potter.” Although his words were harsh, Malfoy sagged against him.
Hiding his smile, Harry Apparated them directly into his living room. When Malfoy clung for a moment before stepping away, Harry felt encouraged. “Do you still want tea, or would you prefer something stronger?”
Malfoy sauntered over to the large, as yet undecorated wreath leaning against the wall beside the mantel. “Are you planning to put this up at any point, Potter?”
Harry shrugged. “I will eventually. I just haven’t got around to holiday decorating yet.”
Shaking his head, Malfoy drew his wand and levitated the wreath into place over the mantel. Another flick sent red ribbon and swirling around its branches, weaving through the greenery, and finally, tiny red berries popped up. “There,” he said. “That should at least tide you over until you bring in actual decorations.”
“I think I’ll just keep that,” said Harry. “I like it. Thanks.”
Nodding, Malfoy put his wand away, and then, as if recalling he was angry with Harry, he frowned, crossing his arms. “I believe I was promised tea.”
Harry grinned. “Tea coming right up.”
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Continued in Whine Time (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 695
Warnings: back to flirting, sort of.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 7: Person holding Holiday Wreath, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Advent Wreath. Part 7 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s):
torino10154.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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Communication
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Harry ran a hand through his hair as he eyed Malfoy. He looked royally pissed, and Harry sighed. “Okay, if I release you, do you promise to listen to what I have to say?”
Malfoy’s glare was hot enough to heat the chill air surrounding them. “Why would you trust anything I say while you have me captive, Potter?” he spat.
“I trust you not to renege on your word. Now, please, promise you’ll hear me out.”
After a hesitation, Malfoy inclined his head.
“I’ll need verbal confirmation if you don’t mind,” said Harry.
Raising an eyebrow, Malfoy replied, “I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, hereby promise not to leave Harry Potter’s presence until I have heard his full explanation of why he’s doing whatever it is he’s doing as regards me.”
Harry smiled faintly. “I should probably make you promise not to hex me, too.”
Malfoy snorted. “Nor shall I hex or otherwise harm Harry Potter during this encounter.”
Shaking his head, Harry wandlessly released the garland binding Malfoy. “I guess that’s the best I can hope for given the circumstances.”
“It’s better than you deserve,” muttered Malfoy, rubbing his wrists.
“Are you hurt?” asked Harry, stepping towards Malfoy and grabbing his hands. Turning them over, Harry rubbed the reddened skin he found there with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be that rough.”
Malfoy cleared his throat. “I don’t mind roughness under the right circumstances,” he said, pulling his hands away. A flush spread over his cheeks as he seemed to realise what he’d admitted. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Say what you have to say so I can go.”
“Okay.” Swallowing hard, Harry watched Malfoy carefully. “This wasn’t a game to me. I actually went to see Blaise and Ginny to ask their advice about how I should proceed with you.”
“What does that mean, ‘proceed with me’?” Malfoy was keeping his eyes averted, so Harry touched his arm, making Malfoy look at him.
“It means…” Harry exhaled. “It means I rather fancy you, and when I heard you say you fancied me that evening in Harrods I thought why not give it a go, see what happens.” Chuckling ruefully, he continued, “But you’re not exactly the easiest person to approach, hence—”
“Hence Blaise.” Malfoy nodded. “All right, I suppose that makes sense. Use a Slytherin to trap a Slytherin.”
“I wasn’t—” Groaning, Harry rolled his eyes. “This wasn’t supposed to be a trap! I just wanted to see if we were compatible or if it was just my imagination that we had a connection.”
Malfoy hummed. “And what conclusion have you reached?”
“It feels to me like there could be something here.” Harry moved closer. “What do you think?”
“What do I think?” Malfoy sneered. “I think I’ve heard what you have to say. Goodbye, Potter.”
Expecting Malfoy to disappear, Harry stared at him as he just stood there.
“What have you done to me?” Malfoy spun to glare at Harry. “Why can’t I Apparate?”
Harry spread his hands wide. “I have no idea. I’m not stopping you. Although I wasn’t done explaining my position.”
“Oh for—” Malfoy groans. “That’s what it is, then. I vowed to stay until you finished your full explanation.” Rubbing his hands up and down his arms, he shivered. “Will you hurry up? Warming Charms only go so far.”
“We could go back to mine,” Harry offered. “I make a decent cup of tea.”
“Tea?” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Fine. Just…not here.”
Stepping up to Malfoy, Harry clasped is arm. “I’ll have to Side-Along you,” he said. “Is that all right?”
“Just get on with it, Potter.” Although his words were harsh, Malfoy sagged against him.
Hiding his smile, Harry Apparated them directly into his living room. When Malfoy clung for a moment before stepping away, Harry felt encouraged. “Do you still want tea, or would you prefer something stronger?”
Malfoy sauntered over to the large, as yet undecorated wreath leaning against the wall beside the mantel. “Are you planning to put this up at any point, Potter?”
Harry shrugged. “I will eventually. I just haven’t got around to holiday decorating yet.”
Shaking his head, Malfoy drew his wand and levitated the wreath into place over the mantel. Another flick sent red ribbon and swirling around its branches, weaving through the greenery, and finally, tiny red berries popped up. “There,” he said. “That should at least tide you over until you bring in actual decorations.”
“I think I’ll just keep that,” said Harry. “I like it. Thanks.”
Nodding, Malfoy put his wand away, and then, as if recalling he was angry with Harry, he frowned, crossing his arms. “I believe I was promised tea.”
Harry grinned. “Tea coming right up.”
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Continued in Whine Time (LJ/IJ/DW).
