A Christmas Wish - Part Sixteen
Prompt used: slythindor100/slythindor100's 2013 Christmas prompt #12: Dragon jewelled pendant.
Word Count: 550
Warning: EWE, AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks to sevfan and emynn for the beta. This is part sixteen in my Christmas Wish Series.
Previous parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, and Fifteen.
A Christmas Wish - Part Sixteen
Waking early, Draco stared at the ceiling, pondering the previous day’s events. Would Potter actually do something to help him? Draco was sure he could, but that he was willing to even try was rather amazing. Despite himself, Draco had hope. And hope is dangerous.
Shifting, Draco turned onto his side. From his bed he could see into the living room, where the votive candles he’d put out the evening before were still flickering. He smiled. All right. Hope it is. But first, I have to find my sentencing papers.
Stretching, Draco pushed off the covers and padded towards the bathroom, where he made short work of his morning ablutions. Dressing took longer than it usually did since he dithered over what Potter would like. Finally rolling his eyes at himself, Draco selected basic black. His one concession was to pin his heirloom dragon jewelled pendant to his lapel. Inspecting himself in the mirror, he patted the pendant. It had always been lucky for him. Let’s hope that’s still the case, he thought, turning away.
Within twenty minutes he was rummaging through his files and ten minutes after that, he’d located the papers and was scanning them. What he found made him frown. Nowhere does it say what form my ‘community service’ is to take. Which means it doesn’t say that they can’t drain my magic.
He was still poring over the parchments when the Floo sounded.
Despite the fact that Draco’s heart leapt in anticipation, he made himself wait a few moments before answering. “Yes?”
Pansy’s face appeared and Draco stifled his disappointment. “So?” she said, tone arch. “What happened with Potter last night?”
Draco’s face flamed. “Nothing happened,” he said a bit too quickly. And he knew it was a mistake the moment he said it.
She raised an eyebrow. “Hm. Would you like to try that again? That reply wouldn’t have fooled a first-year Hufflepuff.”
Sighing, Draco told her about the non-date, and as he spoke her eyes got wider and wider. Finally, she shook her head. “Unbelievable. You’re actually dating Harry Potter. Only you.”
“It wasn’t a date,” Draco protested.
“Keep telling yourself that.” Her eyes narrowed in concentration. “Right, now you need a strategy.”
“A strategy?” Draco huffed. “Pansy, the man just feels guilty about what happened to me during community service. What I need is to remember that.”
Pansy smirked. “Draco, no man who feels guilty takes someone to dinner and then ice skating. He’s interested. Do not mess this up.” Her smile softened. “Trust me, darling. This is worth fighting for.”
“I do trust you, but--”
“Good,” she interrupted. “Now I’m going to get off the Floo so he can contact you.” She looked him up and down. “You look great. Good luck.”
Once she was gone, Draco sat back on his heels, eyes narrowed. Was she right? Was Potter interested? And what happens if this doesn’t work? He blinked. More importantly, what if it does?
Before he could consider the implications of that, the Floo sounded. Taking a deep breath, Draco answered it. “Hello, Potter.”