Christmas Drabbles Part Two
Dec. 20th, 2008 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dysonrulesPosting another bit today, because I don't think I can get it all posted by Christmas otherwise, lol! Tis the long.
Part One (yay for linkage!)
The following Monday, Harry found an excuse to visit the Department of Magical Trading Standards. He refused to acknowledge the fact that it had taken him all weekend to think of that particular excuse.
Malfoy's door was open and Harry lurked in the doorway for a moment before entering. The space barely qualified as an office. It was even tinier than Arthur Weasley's old office had been. Malfoy apparently shared the closetlike space with someone else--a second desk was tucked into the back of the room while Malfoy's was closer to the door. His office mate seemed to be a slob. That portion of the room looked like a hurricane had visited. Papers were scattered everywhere.
Malfoy's half of the room was immaculate.
Malfoy noticed Harry standing in the door and made no acknowledgment of his presence other than, "McWilliams is out today."
"I'm... um... not looking for McWilliams," Harry said. "I wanted to see you."
"Me? The Chosen One is looking for me? Did I do something wrong or shall we all prepare for the Apocalypse?"
"Very funny. I'm working on a case and need to see if the suspect has violated any Magical Standards. Do you happen to have a copy of the Article Seventeen?"
"Could you not have pulled it from the records room yourself?" Malfoy asked.
Harry tugged at his forelock. "Um... yeah. Actually I wanted to ask if you would like to come carolling with me this weekend. I mean us. Carolling with us."
Malfoy actually quirked a grin, which was enough to send Harry's blood sliding to places where it ought not be sliding. What the hell was wrong with him? He just wanted to hear Malfoy sing. He wasn't... attracted to him, or anything ridiculous like that.
"Have you been drinking?" Malfoy asked.
"Of course I haven't been drinking!" Harry said with a scowl.
"Hit on the head too hard last mission?" Malfoy offered mildly.
Harry began to question his wisdom in seeking out the blond. "No."
"Latent familial insanity rearing its ugly head?"
"Look, I just want you to come carolling."
"Absolutely not, Potter. Now run along. I have work to do and don't have time for your little games, whatever they might be."
"No games, Malfoy. I really want you to come." Harry tried for sincerity.
"Why?" Malfoy's voice was thick with suspicion.
Harry had prepared for Malfoy's distrust, at least. "Because I think there should be more interaction and cooperation between the Ministry departments." It had sounded very logical and almost Hermione-ish when he'd practised it in the mirror.
"Ah. You're asking on behalf of the Ministry, then?"
"Urm... no. Well... yes?" Harry was off-balance and mentally backpedalled to no avail.
"Would you mind stepping back two paces, Potter?" Malfoy asked with a shooing gesture.
Harry frowned, but immediately backed into the hallway.
The door slammed in his face.
Part Three
Part One (yay for linkage!)
The following Monday, Harry found an excuse to visit the Department of Magical Trading Standards. He refused to acknowledge the fact that it had taken him all weekend to think of that particular excuse.
Malfoy's door was open and Harry lurked in the doorway for a moment before entering. The space barely qualified as an office. It was even tinier than Arthur Weasley's old office had been. Malfoy apparently shared the closetlike space with someone else--a second desk was tucked into the back of the room while Malfoy's was closer to the door. His office mate seemed to be a slob. That portion of the room looked like a hurricane had visited. Papers were scattered everywhere.
Malfoy's half of the room was immaculate.
Malfoy noticed Harry standing in the door and made no acknowledgment of his presence other than, "McWilliams is out today."
"I'm... um... not looking for McWilliams," Harry said. "I wanted to see you."
"Me? The Chosen One is looking for me? Did I do something wrong or shall we all prepare for the Apocalypse?"
"Very funny. I'm working on a case and need to see if the suspect has violated any Magical Standards. Do you happen to have a copy of the Article Seventeen?"
"Could you not have pulled it from the records room yourself?" Malfoy asked.
Harry tugged at his forelock. "Um... yeah. Actually I wanted to ask if you would like to come carolling with me this weekend. I mean us. Carolling with us."
Malfoy actually quirked a grin, which was enough to send Harry's blood sliding to places where it ought not be sliding. What the hell was wrong with him? He just wanted to hear Malfoy sing. He wasn't... attracted to him, or anything ridiculous like that.
"Have you been drinking?" Malfoy asked.
"Of course I haven't been drinking!" Harry said with a scowl.
"Hit on the head too hard last mission?" Malfoy offered mildly.
Harry began to question his wisdom in seeking out the blond. "No."
"Latent familial insanity rearing its ugly head?"
"Look, I just want you to come carolling."
"Absolutely not, Potter. Now run along. I have work to do and don't have time for your little games, whatever they might be."
"No games, Malfoy. I really want you to come." Harry tried for sincerity.
"Why?" Malfoy's voice was thick with suspicion.
Harry had prepared for Malfoy's distrust, at least. "Because I think there should be more interaction and cooperation between the Ministry departments." It had sounded very logical and almost Hermione-ish when he'd practised it in the mirror.
"Ah. You're asking on behalf of the Ministry, then?"
"Urm... no. Well... yes?" Harry was off-balance and mentally backpedalled to no avail.
"Would you mind stepping back two paces, Potter?" Malfoy asked with a shooing gesture.
Harry frowned, but immediately backed into the hallway.
The door slammed in his face.
Part Three
