Christmas Drabbles Part Seven
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alaana_fair said to. (She can be vicious. Seriously, don't cross her. She only seems sweet and good. *shivers*)
And possibly because it's a really evil place to leave it. *wicked grin*
Dinner was surprisingly pleasant. Rather than finding himself offended by Malfoy's pompous attitude--not only did he speak the local language like a native, but he rattled off the names of exotic dishes and forced the chef to prepare items not on the menu--Harry was amused and, quite frankly, impressed. He wondered at his own change of attitude.
It was remotely possible that instead of being an arrogant arse, Malfoy merely liked to be better than Harry at something. Maybe it was something he had always wanted. Harry tested the theory.
"You're amazing," he said and watched as the silver eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed suspiciously. Harry grinned. "I mean it. Thank you for bringing me here."
Malfoy looked away and took a quick gulp from his glass before muttering, "You're welcome."
Harry was pleasantly full when they left the restaurant. He had avoided alcohol consumption, preferring to enjoy Malfoy’s company without impairment.
“So. Where do you plan to take me carolling? Not some abandoned village, I hope?”
Malfoy cocked a brow at him. “That’s a clever idea, Potter. Did Granger think of it for you?”
Harry only smiled. “Once in a blue moon I try to think for myself.”
Malfoy smiled back and Harry blinked at him. The expression seemed genuine and lit up his features beautifully.
“I’ll believe that when I see it. Ready?”
Harry nodded and held his breath when Malfoy stepped close again and wrapped him in another embrace. He wanted to ask why it was necessary to hold him so tightly when Apparating, but there was no time before the spell was cast.
They appeared in a quiet-looking neighbourhood lined with leaf-barren trees. Malfoy released Harry immediately, but grabbed him again when Harry took a single step and nearly fell on his arse when his feet slid out from under him, caught by a patch of ice.
“Careful, there, Potter. We don’t want the Destroyer of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taken out by a simple bit of frozen water.”
“You don’t?” Harry asked stupidly, distracted by the feel of Malfoy’s arms holding him for the third time that night. The blond righted him and then moved away once more. He ignored the question.
“Let’s get this carolling business over with,” Malfoy said and marched up a set of ice-slicked concrete steps to a narrow house with a red door. Harry looked around curiously, not recognizing the house or the neighbourhood.
“Where are we?” he asked.
Malfoy rang the doorbell, which was answered a few moments later by someone Harry had hoped never to see again.
“Hello, Rita,” Malfoy said in a purring tone.
Part Eight
Part One
alaana_fair said to. (She can be vicious. Seriously, don't cross her. She only seems sweet and good. *shivers*)And possibly because it's a really evil place to leave it. *wicked grin*
Dinner was surprisingly pleasant. Rather than finding himself offended by Malfoy's pompous attitude--not only did he speak the local language like a native, but he rattled off the names of exotic dishes and forced the chef to prepare items not on the menu--Harry was amused and, quite frankly, impressed. He wondered at his own change of attitude.
It was remotely possible that instead of being an arrogant arse, Malfoy merely liked to be better than Harry at something. Maybe it was something he had always wanted. Harry tested the theory.
"You're amazing," he said and watched as the silver eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed suspiciously. Harry grinned. "I mean it. Thank you for bringing me here."
Malfoy looked away and took a quick gulp from his glass before muttering, "You're welcome."
Harry was pleasantly full when they left the restaurant. He had avoided alcohol consumption, preferring to enjoy Malfoy’s company without impairment.
“So. Where do you plan to take me carolling? Not some abandoned village, I hope?”
Malfoy cocked a brow at him. “That’s a clever idea, Potter. Did Granger think of it for you?”
Harry only smiled. “Once in a blue moon I try to think for myself.”
Malfoy smiled back and Harry blinked at him. The expression seemed genuine and lit up his features beautifully.
“I’ll believe that when I see it. Ready?”
Harry nodded and held his breath when Malfoy stepped close again and wrapped him in another embrace. He wanted to ask why it was necessary to hold him so tightly when Apparating, but there was no time before the spell was cast.
They appeared in a quiet-looking neighbourhood lined with leaf-barren trees. Malfoy released Harry immediately, but grabbed him again when Harry took a single step and nearly fell on his arse when his feet slid out from under him, caught by a patch of ice.
“Careful, there, Potter. We don’t want the Destroyer of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taken out by a simple bit of frozen water.”
“You don’t?” Harry asked stupidly, distracted by the feel of Malfoy’s arms holding him for the third time that night. The blond righted him and then moved away once more. He ignored the question.
“Let’s get this carolling business over with,” Malfoy said and marched up a set of ice-slicked concrete steps to a narrow house with a red door. Harry looked around curiously, not recognizing the house or the neighbourhood.
“Where are we?” he asked.
Malfoy rang the doorbell, which was answered a few moments later by someone Harry had hoped never to see again.
“Hello, Rita,” Malfoy said in a purring tone.
Part Eight
Part One