Fic: Offering Assistance
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alisanneTitle: Offering Assistance
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson.
Word Count: 426
Warnings: Harry gets more involved in drama.
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slythindor100's prompt # 17: Foyer decorated for Christmas, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: House Guests. Part 17 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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Offering Assistance
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Harry paced, trying not to listen as Malfoy and Parkinson murmured softly together on the sofa. He had already explored the entirety of Parkinson’s living room and knew the layout by heart. He had even looked through all the pictures displayed on the mantel several times.
“…could talk to them,” he heard Malfoy say. “I bet they wouldn’t be that upset if you told them you’re your own person—”
Tuning them out again, Harry sighed, walking past the window. It was late, and the street lamps were lit. He watched Muggles walking by, he watched the rain as it fell, making the streets slick, and he watched Malfoy and Parkinson reflected in the window’s glass.
They were close friends, that much was obvious, and as he watched them, he smiled. It was nice to see a gentler side of Malfoy.
“You’re right!” cried Parkinson, jumping up. “I’m going over there right now and demand they respect me!”
“Good idea!” Malfoy sat back and smiled. “You do that, and Potter and I will leave and—”
“Leave? No!” Parkinson snapped. “I need support. You have to come with me.”
“Come with you?” The smile dropped off Malfoy’s face and he sat up. “You don’t need us, Pansy. You can handle this all on your own.”
“Of course I can.” Parkinson smirked. “But I don’t want to. I want company. Plus, if you come with me, my parents won’t scream too loudly. They would never be impolite in front of house guests.”
Harry, eyes wide, stared at Malfoy, willing him not to agree. Malfoy’s gaze met his and he smiled. “As much fun as that sounds, Pansy, I’m afraid we really should be going. We were supposed to be working on a magic project and—”
“But, Draco!” Pansy wailed. “I need your help!”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. Then, shaking his head infinitesimally at Harry, said, “Then you have it, Pans. Potter and I will be happy to help, right Potter?”
Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Absolutely,” he said. “Lead on.”
Parkinson clapped her hands. “Brilliant!” Marching over to the Floo, she tossed some powder in. “Parkinson Manor!”
The Floo flared, and Harry saw a stately foyer, opulently decorated for Christmas. “Well? What are you waiting for?” she asked, stepping inside. “Come along, boys.”
Malfoy, mute apology in his eyes, gestured for Harry to precede him. “I’ll make it up to later,” he murmured as Harry moved past him.
Harry snorted. “You’d better,” he whispered back.
And, all together, they stepped through.
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Continued in Going Nowhere (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson.
Word Count: 426
Warnings: Harry gets more involved in drama.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 17: Foyer decorated for Christmas, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: House Guests. Part 17 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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Offering Assistance
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Harry paced, trying not to listen as Malfoy and Parkinson murmured softly together on the sofa. He had already explored the entirety of Parkinson’s living room and knew the layout by heart. He had even looked through all the pictures displayed on the mantel several times.
“…could talk to them,” he heard Malfoy say. “I bet they wouldn’t be that upset if you told them you’re your own person—”
Tuning them out again, Harry sighed, walking past the window. It was late, and the street lamps were lit. He watched Muggles walking by, he watched the rain as it fell, making the streets slick, and he watched Malfoy and Parkinson reflected in the window’s glass.
They were close friends, that much was obvious, and as he watched them, he smiled. It was nice to see a gentler side of Malfoy.
“You’re right!” cried Parkinson, jumping up. “I’m going over there right now and demand they respect me!”
“Good idea!” Malfoy sat back and smiled. “You do that, and Potter and I will leave and—”
“Leave? No!” Parkinson snapped. “I need support. You have to come with me.”
“Come with you?” The smile dropped off Malfoy’s face and he sat up. “You don’t need us, Pansy. You can handle this all on your own.”
“Of course I can.” Parkinson smirked. “But I don’t want to. I want company. Plus, if you come with me, my parents won’t scream too loudly. They would never be impolite in front of house guests.”
Harry, eyes wide, stared at Malfoy, willing him not to agree. Malfoy’s gaze met his and he smiled. “As much fun as that sounds, Pansy, I’m afraid we really should be going. We were supposed to be working on a magic project and—”
“But, Draco!” Pansy wailed. “I need your help!”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. Then, shaking his head infinitesimally at Harry, said, “Then you have it, Pans. Potter and I will be happy to help, right Potter?”
Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Absolutely,” he said. “Lead on.”
Parkinson clapped her hands. “Brilliant!” Marching over to the Floo, she tossed some powder in. “Parkinson Manor!”
The Floo flared, and Harry saw a stately foyer, opulently decorated for Christmas. “Well? What are you waiting for?” she asked, stepping inside. “Come along, boys.”
Malfoy, mute apology in his eyes, gestured for Harry to precede him. “I’ll make it up to later,” he murmured as Harry moved past him.
Harry snorted. “You’d better,” he whispered back.
And, all together, they stepped through.
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Continued in Going Nowhere (LJ/IJ/DW).
