Christmas Drabbles Part Eight
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sesheta_66 whose battery is running out and because I like the way she begs.
Harry was rigid with shock for a moment. Rita Skeeter’s face mimicked his as she stared from one of them to the other.
“Draco Malfoy,” she said, recovering more quickly than Harry. “What brings you here with… him?”
“We are carolling, dear lady. Spreading Christmas cheer and, what was it, Potter? Inter-departmental goodwill or some such rot?”
Harry did not trust himself to speak. Thankfully, Malfoy had no such problem.
“What would you like to hear? I can’t vouch for Potter’s voice, so you might make it simple.”
“You’re carolling?” she asked dubiously. Her fingers twitched and Harry knew she was dying to reach her quill and spew out some venomous story about Harry Potter singing Christmas carols with a former Death Eater. He decided to make it easy on her.
Harry stepped forward and slung an arm around Malfoy’s shoulders while pasting a smile on his face. “That’s right. Happy Christmas, Rita. Shall we sing Deck the Halls? I can probably manage that one.”
He felt Malfoy stiffen and allowed himself a moment of satisfaction at finally surprising the blond. It was short-lived when Malfoy wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him closer. “Fabulous idea, Harry,” he said.
Before Harry could comment, Malfoy began to sing. His amazing voice left Harry speechless for the first line, but a nudge made him join in the chorus. “Fa la la la la, la la la la!”
Rita stared at them as though hit with a Stunner. Harry thought they sounded surprisingly good together. His voice was slightly deeper than Malfoy’s rich baritone and the song was simple enough that Harry managed not to screw it up.
When the last note died away, Rita clapped her hands like a child. Her face was alight and she looked like a human being instead of the newsgrubbing beetle Harry had always viewed.
“That was wonderful!” she cried. “Another!”
Malfoy shook his head. His arm was still clasped loosely around Harry’s waist and Harry’s arm still draped over Malfoy’s shoulders.
“Sorry, dear lady, this is a limited engagement. We have others to gift with our brilliance. “Happy Christmas!”
“Happy Christmas!” she replied with something resembling a giggle.
“Happy Christmas,” Harry said, feeling magnanimous in the warm afterglow of Malfoy’s voice.
Part Nine
Part One
sesheta_66 whose battery is running out and because I like the way she begs.Harry was rigid with shock for a moment. Rita Skeeter’s face mimicked his as she stared from one of them to the other.
“Draco Malfoy,” she said, recovering more quickly than Harry. “What brings you here with… him?”
“We are carolling, dear lady. Spreading Christmas cheer and, what was it, Potter? Inter-departmental goodwill or some such rot?”
Harry did not trust himself to speak. Thankfully, Malfoy had no such problem.
“What would you like to hear? I can’t vouch for Potter’s voice, so you might make it simple.”
“You’re carolling?” she asked dubiously. Her fingers twitched and Harry knew she was dying to reach her quill and spew out some venomous story about Harry Potter singing Christmas carols with a former Death Eater. He decided to make it easy on her.
Harry stepped forward and slung an arm around Malfoy’s shoulders while pasting a smile on his face. “That’s right. Happy Christmas, Rita. Shall we sing Deck the Halls? I can probably manage that one.”
He felt Malfoy stiffen and allowed himself a moment of satisfaction at finally surprising the blond. It was short-lived when Malfoy wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him closer. “Fabulous idea, Harry,” he said.
Before Harry could comment, Malfoy began to sing. His amazing voice left Harry speechless for the first line, but a nudge made him join in the chorus. “Fa la la la la, la la la la!”
Rita stared at them as though hit with a Stunner. Harry thought they sounded surprisingly good together. His voice was slightly deeper than Malfoy’s rich baritone and the song was simple enough that Harry managed not to screw it up.
When the last note died away, Rita clapped her hands like a child. Her face was alight and she looked like a human being instead of the newsgrubbing beetle Harry had always viewed.
“That was wonderful!” she cried. “Another!”
Malfoy shook his head. His arm was still clasped loosely around Harry’s waist and Harry’s arm still draped over Malfoy’s shoulders.
“Sorry, dear lady, this is a limited engagement. We have others to gift with our brilliance. “Happy Christmas!”
“Happy Christmas!” she replied with something resembling a giggle.
“Happy Christmas,” Harry said, feeling magnanimous in the warm afterglow of Malfoy’s voice.
Part Nine
Part One
