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starduchessTitle: Saved by the Vampire of Christmas
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 each
Warnings: vampire!Draco, Hogwarts era, some cussing
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slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2011, prompt 17: full dining room table, prompt 18: complete Christmas dinner, prompt 19: two hands holding each end of a present, and hp_creatures Nov/Dec 2011 prompt #3: Christmas with a Vampire. This will be a series of 25 100-word posts.
part 1, part 2, parts 3 4 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, parts 10 11 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16
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Draco stormed up from the kitchen, face flushed with colour. He had heard it all, every foul deed they had enacted on the Boy Who Lived, every derision they had lain upon his ears. Now he wanted to see it for himself.
As he stalked past the dining room, all festively obnoxious, the ladies’ guild called after him.
“She is indisposed at the moment,” he bit out at them, not stopping.
He flung open the cupboard door and peered into the tiny space that had been Potter’s only living quarters for ten years. It was smaller than a house-elf’s room.
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Draco marched outside to the shed, flinging wandless magic to break the lock. The rusty hinges squeaked as the door burst open, making Potter jump and shout in surprise.
“Why, Potter? Why?” he hissed in a dangerously low tone.
“Malfoy! What are you --”
Draco grabbed him by the wrist and led him over to a back window. Through it they could see the bountiful Christmas dinner prepared for the family and ladies’ club, the dinner that had been denied to Potter upon his return this evening.
“Why do you fight for these despicable Muggles?” Draco seethed. “They are goblin dung.”
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“What are you on about?” Harry said, struggling to get out of Malfoy’s grip while fighting to keep down the panic. “Let go.”
Draco dragged him inside to the pile of presents. He picked one up and held it between them. “I want answers, Potter. Some of these should have been yours. You’re the bloody Boy Who Lived, supposedly pampered like that fat slob upstairs. How can you be for the Light when they treat you like this? They hate magic, yet you want to defend them? This is exactly what we pure-bloods are fighting against, so tell me why!”
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go to part 20
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Author: starduchess
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 each
Warnings: vampire!Draco, Hogwarts era, some cussing
A/N: Written for
slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2011, prompt 17: full dining room table, prompt 18: complete Christmas dinner, prompt 19: two hands holding each end of a present, and hp_creatures Nov/Dec 2011 prompt #3: Christmas with a Vampire. This will be a series of 25 100-word posts.part 1, part 2, parts 3 4 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, parts 10 11 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16
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Draco stormed up from the kitchen, face flushed with colour. He had heard it all, every foul deed they had enacted on the Boy Who Lived, every derision they had lain upon his ears. Now he wanted to see it for himself.
As he stalked past the dining room, all festively obnoxious, the ladies’ guild called after him.
“She is indisposed at the moment,” he bit out at them, not stopping.
He flung open the cupboard door and peered into the tiny space that had been Potter’s only living quarters for ten years. It was smaller than a house-elf’s room.
--
Draco marched outside to the shed, flinging wandless magic to break the lock. The rusty hinges squeaked as the door burst open, making Potter jump and shout in surprise.
“Why, Potter? Why?” he hissed in a dangerously low tone.
“Malfoy! What are you --”
Draco grabbed him by the wrist and led him over to a back window. Through it they could see the bountiful Christmas dinner prepared for the family and ladies’ club, the dinner that had been denied to Potter upon his return this evening.
“Why do you fight for these despicable Muggles?” Draco seethed. “They are goblin dung.”
--
“What are you on about?” Harry said, struggling to get out of Malfoy’s grip while fighting to keep down the panic. “Let go.”
Draco dragged him inside to the pile of presents. He picked one up and held it between them. “I want answers, Potter. Some of these should have been yours. You’re the bloody Boy Who Lived, supposedly pampered like that fat slob upstairs. How can you be for the Light when they treat you like this? They hate magic, yet you want to defend them? This is exactly what we pure-bloods are fighting against, so tell me why!”
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go to part 20
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