Missed Post -- 11 - 15 / 25
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starduchessTitle: Missed Post -- parts 11 through 15
Author:starduchess
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 200, 200, 200, 200, and 200
Rating: G
Prompts: black and white wolves, hot chocolate, shelves of wand boxes, poinsettia flowers, red and green cocktail drinks
Warning: none
Disclaimer: not JKR.
Author's Notes: Written for Slythindor100 25 Days of Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco intercepts a party invitation for Harry.
"Hiya, George," Harry said, walking into the WWW a few days later for dinner. He'd had a long day at the Ministry and was famished, so he was looking forward to the meal. "Still quite a few people here," he said, frowning at the crowd.
"Be right with you." George was busy placing non-breakable spells on a woman's purchases, so he hadn't seen Harry walk in. "That'll be two galleons and seven knuts. Thanks. Yeah, it's crazy, Harry! Our profits are skyrocketing."
Once the lady had paid and left, he glanced over at Harry, eyes widening in surprise. "Goodness. Interesting jumper you've got there."
"Yeah, I saw it in the store the other day, needed a new one and bought it. I just liked the image."
George smirked, watching the two wolves - one white, one black - chase each other through a wintery landscape in rows across the jumper. "That's rather romantic, ain't it?"
It was Harry's turn to widen his eyes, this time in shock. "What? No, it isn't. It's playful."
"Whatever you say, dear." George gave him a skeptical look, which Harry took offense to.
"It's whimsical, you berk. Besides, I like the contrast."
"Huh-huh. Keep telling yourself that."
---
"So, Harry, anyone catch your eye lately?" George asked, while scraping up the last of his beef wellington into his mouth. He hummed happily at the delicious taste.
His joy was infectious and Harry couldn't help the smile nor the chuckle it formed in him, despite the sad topic of conversation. "No, no one. Not that I've really had time to look, mind you. The last two months especially have been hectic."
"Getting anywhere with the Department of Education?"
Harry half-shrugged, half-nodded. "Some. Donald's helped a lot with getting that straightened out, but the Ministry is full of red tape and bureaucrats who just want to sit on their arses."
"Tell me about it, mate. It took Fred and I months of cajoling just to get a single license for the business."
"Plus a few pranks along the way," Harry grinned knowingly.
"You will have to go through my barrister for any accusations, sir," George told him, also grinning. He waved his wand and sent the dishes to the sink. "Fancy some hot chocolate? I've got a new product I'd love to talk to you about."
"Will it get you in trouble?"
George smirked. "Of course."
"Sure then, talk on."
---
"...so then the rampaging reindeer knocked around Christmas presents and ladies' skirts, and Santa yelled, 'Get back here, you clods!'"
Harry doubled over with pain of laughter, spitting his hot chocolate. "Talk about a product testing gone wrong! And the repairs must have been astronomical."
"Yeah. Good thing the kinks have been ironed out. Oh, and I've got something else for you for the Corvis Holiday Ball."
Harry followed George to the backroom of their shop. The place was lined with shelves of boxes full of products.
"Ah, here we go. I'll be bringing some trick wands for fun holiday flare, and you, Harry, may have the Fizzy Whizzy. Just put a few drops of this in people's drinks and we'll all have a fun evening."
Harry chuckled. "Just as long as we don't get arrested."
"Oi, what you should be worried about is making a catch! Really, Harry, look around the party and try to find someone. There'll be loads of people there, many of them with a common interest. Promise me you won't brood all night?"
Harry rolled his eyes. He hated people trying to set him up, but this was George. "Okay, okay, I promise."
"Great!"
---
"Hiya, Harry. Looking forward to the party tonight?" George asked, his face in the floo.
"Merlin, yes. I spent all day yesterday at the Ministry attempting to iron out kinks for a new Muggleborn primary school. I'll need Donald's input on the legalities, but that can wait. I very much needed this break." With the start of Yule last night, he was officially on holiday.
"Well, come on, then. We can leave from here."
Harry stepped through the floo.
"Wow, you look fantastic! Those are some fancy dress robes."
Harry wore black brocade that shimmered with floral patterns in the light. Red poinsettias were embroidered over it in a collage down the back. He cut a striking picture. "Thanks. You look good, too."
George had opted for velveteen in a deep forest green that complimented his colouring, but he couldn't compare. "Not half as fine as you. I'll dare say the bees will flock to your beautiful foliage."
Harry blushed. "Right. Ready to go?"
George nodded. He took Harry's arm and side-alonged him to Corvis'. The place was bustling with activity.
"Gentlemen! So good of you to come." Donald's rosy cheeks told them he was already in good holiday cheer.
---
"Donald, old man," George greeted their host. "Looks festive. I can already tell this party's going to be wicked."
Donald laughed. "Well, when you're around, that's not far off the mark." He winked conspiratorially and they all grinned. "Have some spirits! Red and green this year-peppermint and cinnamon. Try one! And they match your outfit quite nicely, Harry."
They thanked him for his hospitality and walked into the main ballroom festooned with garland and lights. They saw floating trays of said drinks and nodded to each other. Splitting up, they walked past the trays, spelling drops of the Fizzy Whizzy into each glass. The drinks did turn a little fizzy, but the real fun would happen later.
After making the first round and saying a few hellos, they met up again. "I know about half the crowd here," said George.
"There are a few new Ministry faces," said Harry, "and some new financial backers that Donald told me would be here tonight."
"Just don't make this all business, okay? Keep your eye out for a date." George's eyes went wide. "Merlin, what is he doing here?"
Harry's eyes followed George's. Striding through the entryway was none other than Draco Malfoy.
--
Author:
starduchessPairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 200, 200, 200, 200, and 200
Rating: G
Prompts: black and white wolves, hot chocolate, shelves of wand boxes, poinsettia flowers, red and green cocktail drinks
Warning: none
Disclaimer: not JKR.
Author's Notes: Written for Slythindor100 25 Days of Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco intercepts a party invitation for Harry.
"Hiya, George," Harry said, walking into the WWW a few days later for dinner. He'd had a long day at the Ministry and was famished, so he was looking forward to the meal. "Still quite a few people here," he said, frowning at the crowd.
"Be right with you." George was busy placing non-breakable spells on a woman's purchases, so he hadn't seen Harry walk in. "That'll be two galleons and seven knuts. Thanks. Yeah, it's crazy, Harry! Our profits are skyrocketing."
Once the lady had paid and left, he glanced over at Harry, eyes widening in surprise. "Goodness. Interesting jumper you've got there."
"Yeah, I saw it in the store the other day, needed a new one and bought it. I just liked the image."
George smirked, watching the two wolves - one white, one black - chase each other through a wintery landscape in rows across the jumper. "That's rather romantic, ain't it?"
It was Harry's turn to widen his eyes, this time in shock. "What? No, it isn't. It's playful."
"Whatever you say, dear." George gave him a skeptical look, which Harry took offense to.
"It's whimsical, you berk. Besides, I like the contrast."
"Huh-huh. Keep telling yourself that."
---
"So, Harry, anyone catch your eye lately?" George asked, while scraping up the last of his beef wellington into his mouth. He hummed happily at the delicious taste.
His joy was infectious and Harry couldn't help the smile nor the chuckle it formed in him, despite the sad topic of conversation. "No, no one. Not that I've really had time to look, mind you. The last two months especially have been hectic."
"Getting anywhere with the Department of Education?"
Harry half-shrugged, half-nodded. "Some. Donald's helped a lot with getting that straightened out, but the Ministry is full of red tape and bureaucrats who just want to sit on their arses."
"Tell me about it, mate. It took Fred and I months of cajoling just to get a single license for the business."
"Plus a few pranks along the way," Harry grinned knowingly.
"You will have to go through my barrister for any accusations, sir," George told him, also grinning. He waved his wand and sent the dishes to the sink. "Fancy some hot chocolate? I've got a new product I'd love to talk to you about."
"Will it get you in trouble?"
George smirked. "Of course."
"Sure then, talk on."
---
"...so then the rampaging reindeer knocked around Christmas presents and ladies' skirts, and Santa yelled, 'Get back here, you clods!'"
Harry doubled over with pain of laughter, spitting his hot chocolate. "Talk about a product testing gone wrong! And the repairs must have been astronomical."
"Yeah. Good thing the kinks have been ironed out. Oh, and I've got something else for you for the Corvis Holiday Ball."
Harry followed George to the backroom of their shop. The place was lined with shelves of boxes full of products.
"Ah, here we go. I'll be bringing some trick wands for fun holiday flare, and you, Harry, may have the Fizzy Whizzy. Just put a few drops of this in people's drinks and we'll all have a fun evening."
Harry chuckled. "Just as long as we don't get arrested."
"Oi, what you should be worried about is making a catch! Really, Harry, look around the party and try to find someone. There'll be loads of people there, many of them with a common interest. Promise me you won't brood all night?"
Harry rolled his eyes. He hated people trying to set him up, but this was George. "Okay, okay, I promise."
"Great!"
---
"Hiya, Harry. Looking forward to the party tonight?" George asked, his face in the floo.
"Merlin, yes. I spent all day yesterday at the Ministry attempting to iron out kinks for a new Muggleborn primary school. I'll need Donald's input on the legalities, but that can wait. I very much needed this break." With the start of Yule last night, he was officially on holiday.
"Well, come on, then. We can leave from here."
Harry stepped through the floo.
"Wow, you look fantastic! Those are some fancy dress robes."
Harry wore black brocade that shimmered with floral patterns in the light. Red poinsettias were embroidered over it in a collage down the back. He cut a striking picture. "Thanks. You look good, too."
George had opted for velveteen in a deep forest green that complimented his colouring, but he couldn't compare. "Not half as fine as you. I'll dare say the bees will flock to your beautiful foliage."
Harry blushed. "Right. Ready to go?"
George nodded. He took Harry's arm and side-alonged him to Corvis'. The place was bustling with activity.
"Gentlemen! So good of you to come." Donald's rosy cheeks told them he was already in good holiday cheer.
---
"Donald, old man," George greeted their host. "Looks festive. I can already tell this party's going to be wicked."
Donald laughed. "Well, when you're around, that's not far off the mark." He winked conspiratorially and they all grinned. "Have some spirits! Red and green this year-peppermint and cinnamon. Try one! And they match your outfit quite nicely, Harry."
They thanked him for his hospitality and walked into the main ballroom festooned with garland and lights. They saw floating trays of said drinks and nodded to each other. Splitting up, they walked past the trays, spelling drops of the Fizzy Whizzy into each glass. The drinks did turn a little fizzy, but the real fun would happen later.
After making the first round and saying a few hellos, they met up again. "I know about half the crowd here," said George.
"There are a few new Ministry faces," said Harry, "and some new financial backers that Donald told me would be here tonight."
"Just don't make this all business, okay? Keep your eye out for a date." George's eyes went wide. "Merlin, what is he doing here?"
Harry's eyes followed George's. Striding through the entryway was none other than Draco Malfoy.
--