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Title: Yule Angel
Author:
starduchess
Gift for:
katelinmr
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Prompts: daughter
Notes: Short, but sweet. I hope you like it, and Happy New Year!
“But, Father, what if I screw up?” asked a little girl of no more than six to the man behind her with similar platinum-blonde hair who was adjusting her wings.
“We have been over this a hundred times, sweetheart. You won’t mess up. We have been practicing those lines for weeks now; you know them backwards and forwards.”
The little girl smoothed her white dress in a nervous manner. “But I”m all achy inside. What if I forget?”
Draco turned her around and gazed directly into her green eyes. “You won’t. You are a Malfoy, which means you will hold your head high with decorum, no matter what happens. You have perfect poise and nothing rattles you. Besides, you also have your daddy’s courage. You’ll be fine.”
At that moment, Harry walked in. “How’s my girl? You ready yet?”
The girl turned her head, smiling shyly, and nodded her head many times. “How do I look, Daddy?”
“Like a true angel,” Harry smiled warmly. “Come on. We can’t be late.” He presented her with his hand and escorted her outside the anti-Apparition wards, Draco following on their heels.
This was going to be one Yule pageant for the books.
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Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Prompts: daughter
Notes: Short, but sweet. I hope you like it, and Happy New Year!
“But, Father, what if I screw up?” asked a little girl of no more than six to the man behind her with similar platinum-blonde hair who was adjusting her wings.
“We have been over this a hundred times, sweetheart. You won’t mess up. We have been practicing those lines for weeks now; you know them backwards and forwards.”
The little girl smoothed her white dress in a nervous manner. “But I”m all achy inside. What if I forget?”
Draco turned her around and gazed directly into her green eyes. “You won’t. You are a Malfoy, which means you will hold your head high with decorum, no matter what happens. You have perfect poise and nothing rattles you. Besides, you also have your daddy’s courage. You’ll be fine.”
At that moment, Harry walked in. “How’s my girl? You ready yet?”
The girl turned her head, smiling shyly, and nodded her head many times. “How do I look, Daddy?”
“Like a true angel,” Harry smiled warmly. “Come on. We can’t be late.” He presented her with his hand and escorted her outside the anti-Apparition wards, Draco following on their heels.
This was going to be one Yule pageant for the books.
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