Fic: Confrontation
Title: Confrontation
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson.
Word Count: 505
Warnings: Draco and Pansy spar.
A/N: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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slythindor100's prompt # 15: Candy canes, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Tinsel. Part 15 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): None, poke me if you see anything wonky.
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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Confrontation
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Parkinson opened the door, smirking triumphantly at Malfoy. “I knew you’d visit when I sent Tilly—” She blinked when she saw Harry. “Oh. You brought company.”
“Of course I came,” said Malfoy. “And Potter happened to be visiting when your message arrived. Your…unmistakable message.” He raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, he decided to come with me.”
“I see.” Parkinson looked Harry up and down. “Fine. You both may as well come in.” Stepping aside, she gestured them inside.
Looking around her flat, Harry noted her modern decor and suppressed a shiver. It felt cold, stark. The only concession to the season was silver tinsel adorning the mantel and a white tree with silver and blue decorations.
“Would either of you like a candy cane martini?” Parkinson asked, breezing past them. “I’ve been working on the recipe, and I think I’ve perfected it.”
“I didn’t come here to drink, you cow.” Malfoy smirked when Parkinson spun around to glare at him. “I came to ask what the fuck you were thinking sending elves to sing crappy songs to me!”
“I was thinking it would be a fun lark!” Parkinson’s eyes narrowed. “And normally you would have, too. Unless—”
“Unless what?” Malfoy hissed.
“Unless you were busy and I interrupted something.” Parkinson’s expression morphed into one of inquisitive speculation as she looked back and forth between them. “So how long has this been going on?”
“What the—“ Malfoy huffed. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh really?” Parkinson hummed. “I think you’re lying to me. So. Potter. What exactly is going on between you and my best friend?”
“Pansy—”
“Hush, Draco, I’m talking to Potter.” Parkinson stared into Harry’s face. “You were saying?”
Harry coughed. “I, er, I wasn’t saying anything.”
Searching his face, Parkinson slowly smiled. “You don’t have to. I can see it all over you. You and Draco are together now!”
“Enough, Pansy.” Malfoy stepped forward. “Leave him alone.”
Parkinson pursed her lips, turning away from Harry. “And you’re defending him now. Interesting—”
Malfoy tossed his head. “If you’re just going to be a bitch, Pansy, we’re leaving.”
“No, no.” Parkinson smiled. “Don’t be like that. Stay. Have a drink with me.”
Malfoy looked over at Harry, a question in his eyes. Harry shrugged. “Fine.” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “One drink.”
“Brilliant. Have a seat.” Clapping her hands, Parkinson all but skipped over to her bar area. “Just wait until you taste this. It’s like sucking on a candy cane, only with a kick.”
They settled on the sofa while Parkinson made herself busy. “Don’t worry, Potter,” whispered Malfoy into Harry’s ear. “It’s just one drink. I’ll be sucking on something else soon enough.”
Harry sighed, crossing his legs in order to hide his body’s inevitable reaction. “Shut up, you.”
“What was that?” called Parkinson.
“Hurry up,” said Malfoy, smirking at Harry. “We’re anxious to taste this martini.”
“Good.” Parkinson sauntered towards them, three martini glasses floating behind her. “Because here it comes.”
Exhaling, Harry prepared himself for a long evening.
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Continued in Enter Drama (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson.
Word Count: 505
Warnings: Draco and Pansy spar.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 15: Candy canes, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Tinsel. Part 15 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s): None, poke me if you see anything wonky.
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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Confrontation
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Parkinson opened the door, smirking triumphantly at Malfoy. “I knew you’d visit when I sent Tilly—” She blinked when she saw Harry. “Oh. You brought company.”
“Of course I came,” said Malfoy. “And Potter happened to be visiting when your message arrived. Your…unmistakable message.” He raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, he decided to come with me.”
“I see.” Parkinson looked Harry up and down. “Fine. You both may as well come in.” Stepping aside, she gestured them inside.
Looking around her flat, Harry noted her modern decor and suppressed a shiver. It felt cold, stark. The only concession to the season was silver tinsel adorning the mantel and a white tree with silver and blue decorations.
“Would either of you like a candy cane martini?” Parkinson asked, breezing past them. “I’ve been working on the recipe, and I think I’ve perfected it.”
“I didn’t come here to drink, you cow.” Malfoy smirked when Parkinson spun around to glare at him. “I came to ask what the fuck you were thinking sending elves to sing crappy songs to me!”
“I was thinking it would be a fun lark!” Parkinson’s eyes narrowed. “And normally you would have, too. Unless—”
“Unless what?” Malfoy hissed.
“Unless you were busy and I interrupted something.” Parkinson’s expression morphed into one of inquisitive speculation as she looked back and forth between them. “So how long has this been going on?”
“What the—“ Malfoy huffed. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh really?” Parkinson hummed. “I think you’re lying to me. So. Potter. What exactly is going on between you and my best friend?”
“Pansy—”
“Hush, Draco, I’m talking to Potter.” Parkinson stared into Harry’s face. “You were saying?”
Harry coughed. “I, er, I wasn’t saying anything.”
Searching his face, Parkinson slowly smiled. “You don’t have to. I can see it all over you. You and Draco are together now!”
“Enough, Pansy.” Malfoy stepped forward. “Leave him alone.”
Parkinson pursed her lips, turning away from Harry. “And you’re defending him now. Interesting—”
Malfoy tossed his head. “If you’re just going to be a bitch, Pansy, we’re leaving.”
“No, no.” Parkinson smiled. “Don’t be like that. Stay. Have a drink with me.”
Malfoy looked over at Harry, a question in his eyes. Harry shrugged. “Fine.” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “One drink.”
“Brilliant. Have a seat.” Clapping her hands, Parkinson all but skipped over to her bar area. “Just wait until you taste this. It’s like sucking on a candy cane, only with a kick.”
They settled on the sofa while Parkinson made herself busy. “Don’t worry, Potter,” whispered Malfoy into Harry’s ear. “It’s just one drink. I’ll be sucking on something else soon enough.”
Harry sighed, crossing his legs in order to hide his body’s inevitable reaction. “Shut up, you.”
“What was that?” called Parkinson.
“Hurry up,” said Malfoy, smirking at Harry. “We’re anxious to taste this martini.”
“Good.” Parkinson sauntered towards them, three martini glasses floating behind her. “Because here it comes.”
Exhaling, Harry prepared himself for a long evening.
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Continued in Enter Drama (LJ/IJ/DW).
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But we have to deal with Pansy first...
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I love her as a character most of the times but sometimes she overshoots the mark by far. Thank God Draco gives her contra. Poor Harry is in for a long evening it seems.
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Things will be fine, though. Eventually. ;)