Christmas Drabbles Part Five
Dec. 21st, 2008 07:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dysonrulesGetting an early start today because I gotta go out into the snow and shop. Hopefully there won't be many other idiots like me out there...
When Harry appeared the next morning, dutifully holding coffee once more, Malfoy glared at him.
"All right, Potter. If you agree to GO AWAY, then I will agree to go carolling with you."
Harry blinked at him in astonishment. He had not actually expected the blond to capitulate.
"However, I have some conditions. One. You will remove yourself from my office and not return. No more bringing me gifts. People are beginning to talk, no doubt egged on by that overly romantic Hufflepuff sitting out there--do stop eavesdropping, Ms. Kelly! Two. I will not go carolling with a group of your irritating Gryffindor friends. I will go with you alone. No Grangers. No Weasels. No Longbottoms. Your presence will be more than enough to tolerate."
Harry was so excited he set the cups down on the desk and eagerly nodded his acceptance of Malfoy’s conditions.
The blond wasn't finished.
"Three. I will sing no more than four bloody songs and then I will go home and you will leave me alone for the rest of the year. And by that I include next year."
Harry frowned. "Ten songs. And I'll buy you a drink after."
Malfoy glared. "Four."
"Ten."
"Five songs, no drink."
"Seven songs, a drink and dinner."
Outside the office, he heard Ms. Kelly squeal.
"I cannot believe I'm bargaining with a Gryffindor."
"I was nearly sorted into Slytherin," Harry said gamely.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'll believe that about the time Mephistopheles places an order for mittens. You've been so very subtle in your stalking."
"I wasn't stalking you. I merely wanted you to come carolling."
"By stalking me. Never mind, Potter. You got your wish. My terms are dinner first at a restaurant of my choice, five carols in a neighbourhood of my choosing, and no drinks afterward."
"I'll agree to dinner, but I want six carols and you'll leave the drink option open."
"Only if you agree to stay away from me until December 31st of next year."
"Agreed, although I'm hoping you changed your mind about that last condition."
"In your dreams, Potter. Now be gone. I'll keep that coffee, though."
Feeling a curious mixture of satisfaction and unease, Harry obediently left.
Part Six
Part One
When Harry appeared the next morning, dutifully holding coffee once more, Malfoy glared at him.
"All right, Potter. If you agree to GO AWAY, then I will agree to go carolling with you."
Harry blinked at him in astonishment. He had not actually expected the blond to capitulate.
"However, I have some conditions. One. You will remove yourself from my office and not return. No more bringing me gifts. People are beginning to talk, no doubt egged on by that overly romantic Hufflepuff sitting out there--do stop eavesdropping, Ms. Kelly! Two. I will not go carolling with a group of your irritating Gryffindor friends. I will go with you alone. No Grangers. No Weasels. No Longbottoms. Your presence will be more than enough to tolerate."
Harry was so excited he set the cups down on the desk and eagerly nodded his acceptance of Malfoy’s conditions.
The blond wasn't finished.
"Three. I will sing no more than four bloody songs and then I will go home and you will leave me alone for the rest of the year. And by that I include next year."
Harry frowned. "Ten songs. And I'll buy you a drink after."
Malfoy glared. "Four."
"Ten."
"Five songs, no drink."
"Seven songs, a drink and dinner."
Outside the office, he heard Ms. Kelly squeal.
"I cannot believe I'm bargaining with a Gryffindor."
"I was nearly sorted into Slytherin," Harry said gamely.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'll believe that about the time Mephistopheles places an order for mittens. You've been so very subtle in your stalking."
"I wasn't stalking you. I merely wanted you to come carolling."
"By stalking me. Never mind, Potter. You got your wish. My terms are dinner first at a restaurant of my choice, five carols in a neighbourhood of my choosing, and no drinks afterward."
"I'll agree to dinner, but I want six carols and you'll leave the drink option open."
"Only if you agree to stay away from me until December 31st of next year."
"Agreed, although I'm hoping you changed your mind about that last condition."
"In your dreams, Potter. Now be gone. I'll keep that coffee, though."
Feeling a curious mixture of satisfaction and unease, Harry obediently left.
Part Six
Part One
