Title: They Grow Oysters in American Mountains...?
Author:
alisanne
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
I wrote a threefer! Written for
slythindor100's special holiday challenge: Elegant place setting,
dracoharry100's Christmas challenge: Mince pies, and for
harry100's prompt #11: Promise.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:
eeyore9990
Authors Notes: Harry makes Draco a promise.
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They Grow Oysters in American Mountains...?
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Harry had known that a holiday dinner at Malfoy manor would be elegant, the menu exotic, but this went beyond even his expectations. Leaning towards Draco, he whispered, “What is this stuff?”
Draco shuddered. “It’s Mother’s new holiday tradition. She insists on including something new and international on the menu every year. This time it’s mountain oysters from America. They’re horrid.”
“They grow oysters in American mountains?” Harry poked the mystery food and thought longingly of Molly’s mince pies.
Draco shrugged. “No idea, but promise me when we eat at the Weasley’s tomorrow they won’t have this.”
Harry grinned. “Promise.”
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Author:
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
I wrote a threefer! Written for
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:
Authors Notes: Harry makes Draco a promise.
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They Grow Oysters in American Mountains...?
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Harry had known that a holiday dinner at Malfoy manor would be elegant, the menu exotic, but this went beyond even his expectations. Leaning towards Draco, he whispered, “What is this stuff?”
Draco shuddered. “It’s Mother’s new holiday tradition. She insists on including something new and international on the menu every year. This time it’s mountain oysters from America. They’re horrid.”
“They grow oysters in American mountains?” Harry poked the mystery food and thought longingly of Molly’s mince pies.
Draco shrugged. “No idea, but promise me when we eat at the Weasley’s tomorrow they won’t have this.”
Harry grinned. “Promise.”
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