Day 10. Harry/Potter. Harry/Draco. "Determined Draco I" Title: Determined Draco Author:digthewriter Word Count: 545 Rating: pg-13 Warning: ANGST. Vague Ending. 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: This one MIGHT have a sequel.
"What's the candle for?" Draco asked as Potter lit one in the corner of the sitting room. The room was well lit and he didn't understand what was so special about this particular candle.
"It's a Christmas candle," Potter replied without looking up at Draco. "Hermione said that it's a special candle that you have to light on Christmas Eve and your wish can come true."
"What wish?"
"Whatever you wish for." Potter looked at Draco and smiled. He shrugged before speaking again. "I dunno, Hermione told me to do it so I did. If I won't she'll just give me a lecture and--"
Draco laughed. "It's been ten years and you still act like you're so scared of her."
Potter shrugged again. "Well, you're scared of her, too."
Draco laughed again. "Well she's the one in charge of my hearing, so I have something to be scared of."
Potter and Draco had been living together for a few years after Draco was released from Azkaban on 'good merit' but still needed a minder. Granger was the officer put in charge of his case and she'd assigned Potter to stay with her. It hadn't been easy but eventually Draco and Potter started to get along better and better every day, eventually, even becoming friends.
"So what did you wish for?" Draco asked.
"Same thing I wish for every year," Potter answered, rather vaguely, Draco thought.
"Which is what? Are you ever going to tell me?"
Potter shook his head and that really annoyed Draco. Again.
"Whatever, Potter."
"Why don't you wish for something, Draco?" Potter said. Potter had got into the habit of referring to Draco with his first name, yet Draco never referred to Potter as anything but Potter.
Draco rolled his eyes and walked up to the chair the candle was placed at. To humour Potter, Draco closed his eyes and made a wish. When he opened them, Potter was nearly gaping at him. "Didn't work. You're still here," Draco said.
Potter scowled at Draco and then walked away.
"Okay, fine. I'll tell you," Draco said and Potter turned to look at him. "If I tell you what I wished for, will you tell me what your wish is?"
"Fine."
"Really?" Draco asked; he didn't really believe Potter. "Swear it."
"Fine. I swear that if you tell me what your wish is, then I'll tell you what mine is."
Draco gave Potter a smirk. "I wished for you to tell me your wish."
"You are such a fucking prat!" Potter retorted.
"Well, fair's fair."
Potter rolled his eyes first, and then he looked extremely nervous. "I wished for..."
"For...?"
"There's someone I love, and I wished for them to love me back. Or at least give me some hint of how they feel about me."
"Well, have you told them how you feel?"
Potter shook his head.
"Then how do you know if they feel anything. I thought you were a Gryffindor?"
"Well, it's complicated," Potter answered.
"Why? Who is it?"
Potter hesitated.
"Who is it?" Draco asked, now more curious than ever.
Potter shook his head and left the room.
Draco scowled at the empty chair next to him. He determined he was going to find out no matter what.