Missed Post -- 16 - 20 / 25
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starduchessTitle: Missed Post -- parts 16 through 20
Author:starduchess
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 100, 200, 200, 200, and 200
Rating: G
Prompts: candy canes, mulled wine, card with "I like your balls", mince pie, Yule log
Warning: none
Disclaimer: not JKR.
Author's Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 25 Days of Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco intercepts a party invitation for Harry.
Malfoy was wearing rich velvet robes in deep blue with shimmering snowflakes floating down from the top and collecting near the bottom. His hair glimmered silvery to match, and the outfit brought out his intense blue eyes.
“That ferret has some nerve crashing a party that’s filled with Muggle supporters,” Harry said, picking up a candy cane and crunching on it in annoyance.
“Maybe he heard about the ball and wanted to have some fun!” George slanted his eyes to Harry. “Maybe we should help him achieve that.”
A grin slid across Harry’s face. “I think you may be right.”
---
They conferred for a few minutes over exactly what was to be done, and at the very least every plan had Draco ingesting a potion. “Let’s start with that mulled wine over there,” said Harry. “Give me some Distraction Powder so I won’t be seen.”
George smiled in amusement. “I’ll go see what else I can round up, yeah?”
Harry nodded while accepting the products. He splashed himself with the Distraction Powder, which acted a bit like the Notice-Me-Not spell but the effect could not be ended with a simple Finite. Then he walked over to the aromatic drink. He ladled some out and poured a potion into one of them.
“May I see a house-elf?” Harry called out.
One popped into existence. “How may Inky serve?”
“Take this to Draco Malfoy, there in the blue robes with snowflakes. Say it is compliments of Mister Corvis.”
It bowed and took the drink, popping out and popping in again next to Malfoy, who looked to be greeting several Ministry employees. The elf presented the drink and Malfoy accepted it. He took a sip, smiling at the delicious taste of wine, orange, and cloves.
After a few swallows, Draco’s eyes glazed over.
---
Sipping his own drink, Harry watched Malfoy from the sidelines. People continued to talk to him, but he appeared far away in thought.
Donald Corvis, jovial as ever, approached the group and inquired after their enjoyment. Everyone except Draco said they were fine, lovely party, nice decorations, all that.
Donald noticed Draco’s lack of response. “Lord Malfoy, are you alright?”
Harry tensed in anticipation and dread of what Malfoy would say to their host. That wasn’t the first person he would have chosen for this.
Draco blinked, scanned the room, looked Donald up and down, and said, “I like your balls.”
Donald blushed, eyes going wide in surprise. One person choked and another spewed green liquid onto the floor. The rest froze, flabbergasted, staring at Malfoy.
Draco smiled and gestured around. “Your holiday ball. I like it.”
Everyone paused for a beat … and then they all broke into laughter. Donald patted Malfoy on the shoulder. “Good one, Lord Malfoy! I didn’t know you had it in you.” His smile was filled with mirth.
Malfoy’s smile turned into a huge grin. Harry gaped. He’d never seen him smile. It transformed his features from uptight, arrogant prick to … something lovely and real.
---
Draco was having a wonderful time. He knew he looked fabulous making his grand entrance. Corvis had already complimented him on his dress robes, and he was pleased with how well he fit with the Winter Wonderland theme of the ball.
“Donald,” he said, “what charm did you use to get the lights to dance around?”
Corvis’ smile drooped a little at his question. “Not dancing, but they do twinkle merrily, agreed?”
Draco nodded his head. “And these piles of snow, they must have an everlasting-cold charm on them. Quite the decor.”
Corvis shook his head. “I’m sorry, Lord Malfoy. I think you’ve had too much of that mulled wine. Here, eat a mince pie. It’ll help soak up the alcohol.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Draco, taking the pie and stuffing it into his mouth. He looked around the ballroom and noticed lots of round baubles floating out of people’s mouths and noses and ears. He laughed. “Now you have everyone playing with balls!”
He watched Corvis take in the scene, whose eyes widened as bubbles continued to form out of his guests and float toward the ceiling.
“Merlin’s beard,” Corvis whispered, then shook his head and chuckled.
---
Draco was not sure what Corvis’ dismay was. This was a fabulous party! There were floating happy snowmen, dancing fairy lights, swaying evergreens, and a conglomeration of poinsettias that was admiring him. He allowed himself to preen, just a little.
“I’d better congratulate him on the bubbles.” Corvis waved to a ginger bloke coming toward him. “Great prank, George!”
“Yes, we’re pretty pleased with it. Gives it a magical air!”
Draco and Corvis both nodded their agreement.
“Anyway, best be making the rounds. Lots of good wizards to say hello to!” George gave them a wink and Corvis smiled back.
Just then Father Christmas made an appearance. Draco was curious about the reindeer that came in behind him. They looked ready to eat the whole town. “Donald, should those reindeer be fondling the snowmen?”
Corvis’ eyes went wide again and he rushed to the nearest reindeer. “Shoo, shoo!”
Suddenly the Ghosts of Christmases Past, Present, and Future floated into the room and started chasing the reindeer and scattering guests. One’s antlers caught Draco’s robes and pulled him along. He hauled himself onto the beast and rode it around the room, knocking over the Yule log presentation.
Everyone was laughing uproariously.
--
Author:
starduchessPairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 100, 200, 200, 200, and 200
Rating: G
Prompts: candy canes, mulled wine, card with "I like your balls", mince pie, Yule log
Warning: none
Disclaimer: not JKR.
Author's Notes: Written for
slythindor100 25 Days of Harry/DracoSummary: Draco intercepts a party invitation for Harry.
Malfoy was wearing rich velvet robes in deep blue with shimmering snowflakes floating down from the top and collecting near the bottom. His hair glimmered silvery to match, and the outfit brought out his intense blue eyes.
“That ferret has some nerve crashing a party that’s filled with Muggle supporters,” Harry said, picking up a candy cane and crunching on it in annoyance.
“Maybe he heard about the ball and wanted to have some fun!” George slanted his eyes to Harry. “Maybe we should help him achieve that.”
A grin slid across Harry’s face. “I think you may be right.”
---
They conferred for a few minutes over exactly what was to be done, and at the very least every plan had Draco ingesting a potion. “Let’s start with that mulled wine over there,” said Harry. “Give me some Distraction Powder so I won’t be seen.”
George smiled in amusement. “I’ll go see what else I can round up, yeah?”
Harry nodded while accepting the products. He splashed himself with the Distraction Powder, which acted a bit like the Notice-Me-Not spell but the effect could not be ended with a simple Finite. Then he walked over to the aromatic drink. He ladled some out and poured a potion into one of them.
“May I see a house-elf?” Harry called out.
One popped into existence. “How may Inky serve?”
“Take this to Draco Malfoy, there in the blue robes with snowflakes. Say it is compliments of Mister Corvis.”
It bowed and took the drink, popping out and popping in again next to Malfoy, who looked to be greeting several Ministry employees. The elf presented the drink and Malfoy accepted it. He took a sip, smiling at the delicious taste of wine, orange, and cloves.
After a few swallows, Draco’s eyes glazed over.
---
Sipping his own drink, Harry watched Malfoy from the sidelines. People continued to talk to him, but he appeared far away in thought.
Donald Corvis, jovial as ever, approached the group and inquired after their enjoyment. Everyone except Draco said they were fine, lovely party, nice decorations, all that.
Donald noticed Draco’s lack of response. “Lord Malfoy, are you alright?”
Harry tensed in anticipation and dread of what Malfoy would say to their host. That wasn’t the first person he would have chosen for this.
Draco blinked, scanned the room, looked Donald up and down, and said, “I like your balls.”
Donald blushed, eyes going wide in surprise. One person choked and another spewed green liquid onto the floor. The rest froze, flabbergasted, staring at Malfoy.
Draco smiled and gestured around. “Your holiday ball. I like it.”
Everyone paused for a beat … and then they all broke into laughter. Donald patted Malfoy on the shoulder. “Good one, Lord Malfoy! I didn’t know you had it in you.” His smile was filled with mirth.
Malfoy’s smile turned into a huge grin. Harry gaped. He’d never seen him smile. It transformed his features from uptight, arrogant prick to … something lovely and real.
---
Draco was having a wonderful time. He knew he looked fabulous making his grand entrance. Corvis had already complimented him on his dress robes, and he was pleased with how well he fit with the Winter Wonderland theme of the ball.
“Donald,” he said, “what charm did you use to get the lights to dance around?”
Corvis’ smile drooped a little at his question. “Not dancing, but they do twinkle merrily, agreed?”
Draco nodded his head. “And these piles of snow, they must have an everlasting-cold charm on them. Quite the decor.”
Corvis shook his head. “I’m sorry, Lord Malfoy. I think you’ve had too much of that mulled wine. Here, eat a mince pie. It’ll help soak up the alcohol.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Draco, taking the pie and stuffing it into his mouth. He looked around the ballroom and noticed lots of round baubles floating out of people’s mouths and noses and ears. He laughed. “Now you have everyone playing with balls!”
He watched Corvis take in the scene, whose eyes widened as bubbles continued to form out of his guests and float toward the ceiling.
“Merlin’s beard,” Corvis whispered, then shook his head and chuckled.
---
Draco was not sure what Corvis’ dismay was. This was a fabulous party! There were floating happy snowmen, dancing fairy lights, swaying evergreens, and a conglomeration of poinsettias that was admiring him. He allowed himself to preen, just a little.
“I’d better congratulate him on the bubbles.” Corvis waved to a ginger bloke coming toward him. “Great prank, George!”
“Yes, we’re pretty pleased with it. Gives it a magical air!”
Draco and Corvis both nodded their agreement.
“Anyway, best be making the rounds. Lots of good wizards to say hello to!” George gave them a wink and Corvis smiled back.
Just then Father Christmas made an appearance. Draco was curious about the reindeer that came in behind him. They looked ready to eat the whole town. “Donald, should those reindeer be fondling the snowmen?”
Corvis’ eyes went wide again and he rushed to the nearest reindeer. “Shoo, shoo!”
Suddenly the Ghosts of Christmases Past, Present, and Future floated into the room and started chasing the reindeer and scattering guests. One’s antlers caught Draco’s robes and pulled him along. He hauled himself onto the beast and rode it around the room, knocking over the Yule log presentation.
Everyone was laughing uproariously.
--