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dysonrules) wrote2008-12-21 11:02 am
dysonrules) wrote2008-12-21 11:02 am
Christmas Drabbles Part Six
Second post of the day. LOL!
On Saturday, Harry was a bundle of nerves. He changed his clothing eight times and finally broke down and went to Madam Maulkins for some professional assistance. He felt somewhat better about meeting the Slytherin once he was dressed in forest green robes adorned with black embroidery. Soft black trousers and a white cashmere shirt completed the outfit. A sprig of holly in one pocket added the perfect touch of holiday charm and Harry felt like a new man when he looked in the mirror.
Hopefully Malfoy would be impressed. Harry frowned at the thought, wondering why he cared what Malfoy thought. He just wanted to hear the git sing.
Regardless, Harry was twelve minutes early arriving at the restaurant where they had agreed to meet.
Harry was nudged from behind by an ungentle elbow whacking into his ribs.
"I see you used your superior Auror skills to find the place," Malfoy said snidely. Harry sighed, suddenly sensing it might be a very long night. "Never mind, we're not staying."
"What? But you agreed to dinner--?"
"It's packed and I refuse to wait even for Gaston's food. Come along, we'll go somewhere else." With that, Malfoy leaned closer and wrapped both arms around Harry's waist, startling a squeak from him at the intimate contact. Malfoy's breath was hot in his ear as he said, "Hold on, Potter."
Harry felt the wrench of Apparition and would have staggered if Malfoy had not been holding him so tightly. It had been a long jump. He pushed away from the blond; his nearness had a strange effect on Harry's senses. And what the hell cologne was he wearing? It was ridiculously erotic.
"Where are we?" Harry asked as Malfoy's arms fell away. The surroundings were strangely unfamiliar and the heat was almost stifling.
"Bangkok."
"Bangkok. You brought me to Thailand."
"This is the only place that can prepare a decent shabu-shabu. Come along. And don't embarrass me. At least you look decent."
Part Seven
Part One
On Saturday, Harry was a bundle of nerves. He changed his clothing eight times and finally broke down and went to Madam Maulkins for some professional assistance. He felt somewhat better about meeting the Slytherin once he was dressed in forest green robes adorned with black embroidery. Soft black trousers and a white cashmere shirt completed the outfit. A sprig of holly in one pocket added the perfect touch of holiday charm and Harry felt like a new man when he looked in the mirror.
Hopefully Malfoy would be impressed. Harry frowned at the thought, wondering why he cared what Malfoy thought. He just wanted to hear the git sing.
Regardless, Harry was twelve minutes early arriving at the restaurant where they had agreed to meet.
Harry was nudged from behind by an ungentle elbow whacking into his ribs.
"I see you used your superior Auror skills to find the place," Malfoy said snidely. Harry sighed, suddenly sensing it might be a very long night. "Never mind, we're not staying."
"What? But you agreed to dinner--?"
"It's packed and I refuse to wait even for Gaston's food. Come along, we'll go somewhere else." With that, Malfoy leaned closer and wrapped both arms around Harry's waist, startling a squeak from him at the intimate contact. Malfoy's breath was hot in his ear as he said, "Hold on, Potter."
Harry felt the wrench of Apparition and would have staggered if Malfoy had not been holding him so tightly. It had been a long jump. He pushed away from the blond; his nearness had a strange effect on Harry's senses. And what the hell cologne was he wearing? It was ridiculously erotic.
"Where are we?" Harry asked as Malfoy's arms fell away. The surroundings were strangely unfamiliar and the heat was almost stifling.
"Bangkok."
"Bangkok. You brought me to Thailand."
"This is the only place that can prepare a decent shabu-shabu. Come along. And don't embarrass me. At least you look decent."
Part Seven
Part One