digthewriter (digthewriter) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2014-12-15 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: digthewriter, dec15, fandom: harry potter, year: 2014 |
DAY15. Harry Potter. Harry/Draco. "Determined Draco VI"
Title: Determined Draco VI
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 410
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Oblivious Draco and angry Draco
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Continuation of the Determined Draco Series
Draco sat in the overly decorated den in the manor. It was usually his favourite place to sit and think, and he reckoned that if he needed to think this over—this would be best place. The house-elves didn't bother him there and his father barely came down to talk with him, then. After all these years, his father still respected this one thing about Draco, and that, above all, was shocking. More shocking than the fact that Draco wanted to give the Ministry ring to Potter—that actually—just didn't make any sense.
He sat by the Christmas tree and stared into the fire. What did his mother mean by there were things he didn't know that she knew. About Potter? How did she know something that Draco didn’t?
Maybe Potter had told his mother whom he fancied, but that didn't make any sense, either. Why would Potter—
"Don't think too hard." A familiar voice echoed in the room and Draco almost jumped up.
"Potter! What are you doing here?"
"Your mother owled me last week and had invited me over for tea. I am unfortunately, tragically running late. I'd Firecalled her to let her know of my schedule but she insisted that I drop by, anyway. So here I am."
"Oh. Good." Draco settled himself in the sofa chair he was sitting at and gave Potter a once-over. Potter was wearing his favourite jeans—well Potter's favourite jeans, that is—Draco didn't have any opinion about that (or so he told himself).
"Good?"
"Yes. I must speak with you."
"Oh. Okay." Potter sat across from Draco and gave him his serious look. Draco was good at reading all of Potter's looks now and he knew that this one was genuine. Like, he really cared about what Draco had to say. "What is it?"
"Have you told my mother who you fancy?"
Potter looked a bit taken back and he only nodded. In the affirmative. That bastard. Why would he tell his mother and not him—Draco was his—his—ward? No flatmate. Friend.
"I take it you're angry with me," Potter said.
"Well. Yes."
"Did she tell you who it is?"
Draco shook his head. "No. She suggested that I needed to figure it out myself."
"Right."
"So why did you tell her and not me?"
"Well. I wanted her opinion. And she knows—the person."
Draco's eyes widened with surprise. This really was just all too much for him.