littleblackbow (littleblackbow) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2008-12-23 09:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: littleblackbow, dec22, fandom: harry potter, prompt22, year: 2008 |
Day22, Harry Potterverse, DM/GL, "Gold or Platinum"
Title:Gold or Platinum
Author: littleblackbow
Word Count: Short
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: DM/GL
Rating: PG
Previous Chapters:
"The Scrooge of My Existence"
"Red bows"
"What is That?"
"It's About Time"
"Always Deeper"
"Spicier"
"In the Calm of the Cold"
"A Vow off the Cuff"
"Many Happy Returns"
"An Important Gift"
"An Important Gift: Part II"
"You are Mine"
"Party of Two"
"Always Deeper II"
"Pure, Unadulterated, Pointless Fluff"
"Visiting Relations"
"The Song"
"The Condition"
"The Consultation"
"An Angel's Charm"
"The Mystery Girls Investigate"
Please read the previous six chapters before reading this one. It will make more sense. Thank you.
"Ooh. Is the gold one for me?"
The confused look on Draco's face changed to one of amusement. "Um, no, Gilderoy, you will wear the platinum one."
"But I like the gold. Golden hair, Golden robes, even my name sounds like it's gold-plated. I think I should have the gold one."
"Aaah yes, well, you see--"
"And platinum. It's more like silver. All of your things, you know, are silver and green. So that will go better with you. Platinum hair, platinum... jewelry thing."
"Gilderoy, really, I--"
"Ooh! Do I get one, too?" Teddy asked as he came bounding into the room.
Draco's gaze shot down to his cousin. This was supposed to be a private affair. Just he and Gilderoy, sharing a very poignant moment. "I'm sorry, Teddy, but this is something that two people do together. There isn't a third ring to--"
"I don't think there are any more of those things in the little hiding spot, Teddy. Perhaps I could make you one when we're done here. I could--"
"You'll need witnesses!" Andromeda cheered from the door. She pulled her sister inside the room with her. Narcissa was still shocked and looked a little annoyed, but Andy was positively beaming.
"Witnesses?" Draco choked out. "I... but this is..."
"So, do I get the gold one?"
"I want you to make me a blue one! Blue can match my hair. Look, I can make my nose red like a reindeer, too! I want a red one!"
"I'll stand over here, and Narcissa, you stand there next to your son. We'll do this properly."
"Draco, are you sure you know what you're doing? I mean, you know that those are--"
"QUIET EVERYONE!!"
Draco took a deep breath and gathered himself together. "Gilderoy, I am offering you this platinum band to wear. It is platinum because it's supposed to represent me. I will wear the golden one to represent you. They're promise rings."
"Once you wear them, you cannot take them off, Mr. Lockhart," Narcissa said softly. She was quite sure nobody had explained to him how these sorts of artifacts worked. "They will magically bind any promises you two make to each other."
Draco nodded and looked back at Gilderoy. He glanced down at Teddy who had run over to his grandmam's side. "I don't think you're quite ready for this kind of jewelry, sprout."
"Gilderoy, I love you. I don't care who your mother was or what your father might have been. It's been just over a year since I... since I took you home with me, and I just want to say that I don't want anything to change."
The room fell silent for a moment as Draco slipped on the golden bracelet. It immediately shrunk to fit his wrist, form-fitting, almost as if it had just become a part of his flesh and skin.
"It will clash with all of my other jewelry and clothing," Gilderoy whispered, a genuinely worried look on his face.
"I'll buy you two new rings, and a whole new wardrobe."
And then there was that cunning smile that spread across Gilderoy's face. Draco had just made a binding promise to him, and a strong magic filled both of them.
"You sneaky little..." Draco's voice faltered as Gilderoy slid the platinum bracelet onto his wrist, and it shrunk and fit snugly into his skin.
"Gwir. Choelia. Byth. Gwir. Choelia. Byth. Gwir. Choelia. Byth*," Narcissa and Andromeda chanted together.
And just like that, it was done.
Narcissa leaned over to her sister. "What do you think he meant when he said, 'What your father might have been'?"
*Welsh: Truth. Trust. Eternity.