littleblackbow (littleblackbow) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2008-12-21 10:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: littleblackbow, dec20, fandom: harry potter, prompt20, year: 2008 |
Day20, Harry Potterverse, DM/GL, "An Angel's Charm"
Title: An Angel's Charm
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"
Please read the previous four chapters before reading this one. It will make more sense. Thank you.
Draco stepped out of the floo in a daze. All of those things the Healer had told him were just starting to sink in.
Gilderoy's father must have been a Veela. They knew his mother was human, after all, she'd lived a fairly normal life.
"Half Veela," he muttered to himself as he made his way across the room. So, what did that mean? Aside from the fact that Gilderoy was not pure-blooded and he was half creature. Not even fully human.
Was any of it real? These feelings - maybe they were all a side-effect of Gilderoy's Veela charm. There was a very good chance that nobody actually liked the man, and that all of it - everything each of them felt for him was all a lie.
As he passed by the music room, he saw Gilderoy sitting with young Teddy in his lap. They were breathing on the glass panes of the windows and drawing funny faces and inappropriate little drawings, then rubbing them out with their shirtsleeves.
After a long moment of just watching the man, Lockhart turned to Draco and smiled. Draco felt his hair stand on end, and gooseflesh crept across his arms. Was that all Veela-effects?
Draco scowled, his face looking disappointed under his fringe. Then he turned away without saying a word.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Christmas Eve dinner had always been a grand affair. Even though Lucius was still in prison, the rest of the family was here. Teddy would go to spend Christmas Day with his Godfather, but they could all open presents and have dinner together tonight.
It should have been a happy event. It should have been fun and entertaining, and he and Gilderoy should have been able to sneak off at some point for a nice snog on the sofa or grope in the gardens (Merlin, the man's alliteration was contagious). Instead, Draco was moody and sulking through dinner.
It wasn't until Gilderoy went around handing out the Christmas Crackers that he even spoke to the man.
"Here, this one is for you."
"I don't want it."
"Yes, you do."
Everyone looked at him. Teddy was trying to figure out how to see what was inside without breaking the pretty packaging, but when everyone else looked up, he followed their gazes.
"Please," Gilderoy whispered.
Draco took the cracker and sighed. He pulled on each end and it opened with a glittery pop.
Inside, he found his paper crown, two slips of paper with silly puns about gnomes on them, a peppermint candy, and a small package wrapped up in bright lavender colored paper with a small ribbon around it.
It wasn't a normal Cracker present.
"What's this?" he demanded
"Open it."
Draco tore at the wrapping, and inside was a small glass charm. It was an angel with bright golden wings, holding an open book.
"It's for you," Gilderoy whispered.
Finally, it started sinking in. It didn't matter what kind of effect Gilderoy had on people. It didn't matter that the whole world found him attractive, and that he could sing like an angel, and had charm that was accented by the fact that he was from a race of beings who were traditionally more beautiful and irresistable.
Of all of the admirers and fans and all of those people who had been completely enthralled by him over the years. Out of all of those people, Gilderoy had chosen to give himself to Draco Malfoy. He didn't care about the tarnished name, Draco's acidic attitude, his arrogance or smugness, or any of his other faults or quirks.
Gilderoy was his. Voluntarily. Suddenly everything was alright. His insides were warm and swollen with pride and love.
Draco sighed in an exaggerated manner and raised one eyebrow. "I suppose you want a gift in return now?"
A smile crawled across Gilderoy's worried face. "Ooh, that would be nice."
Draco swallowed hard. His heart was in his throat. "Fine, follow me."