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starduchess) wrote2014-12-10 07:24 pm
starduchess) wrote2014-12-10 07:24 pm
Entry tags:
Missed Post -- 6 - 10 / 25
Title: Missed Post -- parts 6 through 10
Author:starduchess
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 200, 200, 200, 100, and 100
Rating: G
Prompts: mouse nutcracker, sleepy puppy w Santa hat, Christmas biscuits, large tree in front of manor, frost on glass
Warning: none
Disclaimer: not JKR.
Author's Notes: Written for Slythindor100 25 Days of Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco intercepts a party invitation for Harry.
Harry and George were finishing up the lunchtime rush. Even though he was a silent partner, Harry liked to help out at the shop on Saturdays.
“So, Harry, did you get all your holiday shopping done?”
“Yeah, I just managed to get to the owl post the other day with my purchase orders. I would still like to get a stocking stuffer or two. Any ideas?”
George smiled at him. “How about our new Nutcracker figure? Cute little mouse with gold accents. It marches around your desk and irritates your visitors.”
Harry grunted. “I could use one of those at the office.”
“Then take two. You’re always good for instant publicity.”
Harry snorted. “Don’t I know it. I haven’t had a proper date in eight months between my fans and the paparazzi.”
George clapped him on the back. “Take heart, mate. You’ll find somebody special soon. And if not, I’m sure Lee and I could round you up a good night at least.”
“Oh, joy,” Harry deadpanned. “That’s just what I needed: you two as matchmakers.”
George laughed. “Could be worse. When are you going to see Corvis again?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tell him I accept and am bringing you.”
“Will do.”
---
“Mister Draco Malfoy,” the house-elf announced.
“Thank you, Inky. Lord Malfoy, I’m surprised to see you in my office. Anything I can get you?” Donald Corvis asked. He was a rotund man with a friendly face and a laugh line or two. His office was rich and to taste, but not overly extravagant. Draco could tell it wasn’t dressed to impress, but it was rather done up in a style that held significance to its owner.
“Some tea would be great, thanks.”
“Sure. Inky, make it so.” The house-elf disapparated. “Please, take a seat. Maxy! Out of my chair, you silly dog.” Donald picked up a small, yellow dog wearing a Santa hat and placed him on the floor to sleep. Inky popped back in with refreshments, and they each took a cup.
“So, what brings you here?”
Draco answered in as level a tone as possible. “I heard you were handling some of the muggleborn placements in our world and wished to confer about the state of their readiness to join our society.”
Donald grunted. “I’ll bet you are. Excuse me, Lord Malfoy, but that seems a bit presumptuous, don’t you think? Society isn’t based on one person’s opinion.”
---
Draco did not look put out with Donald’s jibe. “On the contrary, Mister Corvis, it is very possible for one person’s opinion to sway and influence society as a whole. Just look at the last war. Half the populace was following whatever that rag the Daily Prophet printed, not to mention what statements the Ministry posted.”
“Oh, and you following the Dark Lord’s orders can be taken as a counter example of that?”
Draco looked decidedly uneasy, but he chose not to make a scene. Instead, he picked up one of the Christmas Tree decorated biscuits and nibbled on one side of it. “I’ll admit to my family’s... involvement with the Dark Lord, as that is public record. And it furthers my point that one man can make a difference.”
“And what does that have to do with the Muggleborns?” Donald was getting more irritated as they talked. “If you’re here to spout a bunch of Pure-blood nonsense about keeping Muggleborns in their place, then you can just march yourself right out of my office!”
Draco looked him square in the eye. “You misunderstand me, sir. I’m not here to ostracize them. I’m here with a business venture to help.”
---
“Well,” said Donald as he walked Draco outside, “I must say I’m most impressed, Lord Malfoy. I had not expected such generosity from you.”
Draco stopped beside the large Christmas tree near the front entrance and lifted his chin in defiance. “Some of us did see the error in our beliefs, Mister Corvis. We were not wrong in wanting a better Wizarding world; we were just wrong in what ‘better’ looked like.”
Donald nodded in assent. “Say, I’m having a holiday ball here on the 22nd. Would you like to come?”
A spark twinkled in Draco’s eyes. “I’d be honoured.”
---
Draco skittered home after his meeting with Corvis. He picked up Harry’s invitation and envelope, resealed it, and headed back out the door.
He headed over to the owl post and remailed Harry’s letter. After all, he couldn’t show up that prat if said prat didn’t attend the same Christmas ball as him.
Mission accomplished, he sauntered down Diagon Alley thinking he might pick up a new dress outfit. He noted the frost on the shop windows. It was very silvery and sparkly, and it gave him an idea for his new threads. With a smirk he entered Twilfitt & Tattings.
--
Author:
starduchessPairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 200, 200, 200, 100, and 100
Rating: G
Prompts: mouse nutcracker, sleepy puppy w Santa hat, Christmas biscuits, large tree in front of manor, frost on glass
Warning: none
Disclaimer: not JKR.
Author's Notes: Written for Slythindor100 25 Days of Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco intercepts a party invitation for Harry.
Harry and George were finishing up the lunchtime rush. Even though he was a silent partner, Harry liked to help out at the shop on Saturdays.
“So, Harry, did you get all your holiday shopping done?”
“Yeah, I just managed to get to the owl post the other day with my purchase orders. I would still like to get a stocking stuffer or two. Any ideas?”
George smiled at him. “How about our new Nutcracker figure? Cute little mouse with gold accents. It marches around your desk and irritates your visitors.”
Harry grunted. “I could use one of those at the office.”
“Then take two. You’re always good for instant publicity.”
Harry snorted. “Don’t I know it. I haven’t had a proper date in eight months between my fans and the paparazzi.”
George clapped him on the back. “Take heart, mate. You’ll find somebody special soon. And if not, I’m sure Lee and I could round you up a good night at least.”
“Oh, joy,” Harry deadpanned. “That’s just what I needed: you two as matchmakers.”
George laughed. “Could be worse. When are you going to see Corvis again?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tell him I accept and am bringing you.”
“Will do.”
---
“Mister Draco Malfoy,” the house-elf announced.
“Thank you, Inky. Lord Malfoy, I’m surprised to see you in my office. Anything I can get you?” Donald Corvis asked. He was a rotund man with a friendly face and a laugh line or two. His office was rich and to taste, but not overly extravagant. Draco could tell it wasn’t dressed to impress, but it was rather done up in a style that held significance to its owner.
“Some tea would be great, thanks.”
“Sure. Inky, make it so.” The house-elf disapparated. “Please, take a seat. Maxy! Out of my chair, you silly dog.” Donald picked up a small, yellow dog wearing a Santa hat and placed him on the floor to sleep. Inky popped back in with refreshments, and they each took a cup.
“So, what brings you here?”
Draco answered in as level a tone as possible. “I heard you were handling some of the muggleborn placements in our world and wished to confer about the state of their readiness to join our society.”
Donald grunted. “I’ll bet you are. Excuse me, Lord Malfoy, but that seems a bit presumptuous, don’t you think? Society isn’t based on one person’s opinion.”
---
Draco did not look put out with Donald’s jibe. “On the contrary, Mister Corvis, it is very possible for one person’s opinion to sway and influence society as a whole. Just look at the last war. Half the populace was following whatever that rag the Daily Prophet printed, not to mention what statements the Ministry posted.”
“Oh, and you following the Dark Lord’s orders can be taken as a counter example of that?”
Draco looked decidedly uneasy, but he chose not to make a scene. Instead, he picked up one of the Christmas Tree decorated biscuits and nibbled on one side of it. “I’ll admit to my family’s... involvement with the Dark Lord, as that is public record. And it furthers my point that one man can make a difference.”
“And what does that have to do with the Muggleborns?” Donald was getting more irritated as they talked. “If you’re here to spout a bunch of Pure-blood nonsense about keeping Muggleborns in their place, then you can just march yourself right out of my office!”
Draco looked him square in the eye. “You misunderstand me, sir. I’m not here to ostracize them. I’m here with a business venture to help.”
---
“Well,” said Donald as he walked Draco outside, “I must say I’m most impressed, Lord Malfoy. I had not expected such generosity from you.”
Draco stopped beside the large Christmas tree near the front entrance and lifted his chin in defiance. “Some of us did see the error in our beliefs, Mister Corvis. We were not wrong in wanting a better Wizarding world; we were just wrong in what ‘better’ looked like.”
Donald nodded in assent. “Say, I’m having a holiday ball here on the 22nd. Would you like to come?”
A spark twinkled in Draco’s eyes. “I’d be honoured.”
---
Draco skittered home after his meeting with Corvis. He picked up Harry’s invitation and envelope, resealed it, and headed back out the door.
He headed over to the owl post and remailed Harry’s letter. After all, he couldn’t show up that prat if said prat didn’t attend the same Christmas ball as him.
Mission accomplished, he sauntered down Diagon Alley thinking he might pick up a new dress outfit. He noted the frost on the shop windows. It was very silvery and sparkly, and it gave him an idea for his new threads. With a smirk he entered Twilfitt & Tattings.
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