hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-11-03 14:38:00 |
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Current mood: | peckish |
Friday!
Original poster: moonflower_rose
Title: Doing Dishes
Author: moonflower_rose
Pairing: HP/DM
Genre/Rating: PG-13
Warnings: The usual...also, don't run with scissors...
Length: 550(ish) words
Summary: Draco makes a mess.
Disclaimer: Please see my disclaimer here.
Harry stood quietly beside Draco in the middle of the kitchen. Draco could tell he was itching to ask, but was holding himself in check. Draco sighed.
“Go on, then.”
Immediately, Harry remarked “I thought we agreed you weren’t going to try out new chores unsupervised, after the pink washing incident.”
Draco let out a puff of air impatiently though his nose.
“I’m not a child, Potter. I don’t need a nanny. I just had a slight mishap, that’s all.”
He could tell without looking at Harry, by the particular quality of the silence, that Harry’s eyebrows were raised so far in disbelief that they were attempting to merge with his fringe. Draco cocked his head, and surveyed the mess from a different angle, and saw Harry do the same out of his periphery.
“…so…how did you manage to smash every dish in the kitchen simultaneously, again?”
Draco rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know, exactly. I said the right incantation, its not exactly complicated-” Harry snorted, and Draco shot a glare at him “-and everything just sort of flew out of the cupboards.” Draco lifted his hand, and waved his wand in the direction of the mess. “Like this – Wash dishes!” The shards and fragments of china smashed all around the kitchen lurched ominously, and Draco yelped a hasty finite. Harry snorted again, and Draco had to bite back a peevish offer to help him with his chronic sinus problem by shoving his own wand up his nose.
“It’s not just about the incantation, Draco. It’s the appropriate level of power behind the spell, and the intent – you’ve got to focus directly on the dishes in the sink, not just on the general idea of dishes, and for a bread and butter plate and two forks, you don’t need to channel your every magical fibre into the spell, just enough for it to work – otherwise you end up with, well, this.”
“You never told me that!”
Harry turned two bewildered green eyes on Draco. “Forgive me when I say, Draco, I never imagined you’d develop an inclination towards household chores!”
Draco had to give him that one.
“Didn’t you ever smash up the kitchen when you were learning?” Harry shrugged, and poked a lump of tea-cup with the toe of his shoe.
“Just one soup bowl. Molly Weasley told me about the whole focusing thing, and since I already had some experience with washing up the Muggle way, it wasn’t so hard. I remember Ron reduced his sink-full to a fine powder, though.”
Draco smirked, and felt better about his own mess.
“Sorry.”
Harry’s hand snuck out to clasp his, and squeezed. “Never mind. I’m sure Tonks will know a spell to fix it.”
“What makes you think that?”
Harry looked at Draco with a grin. “It’s Tonks - she smashes pretty much anything.”
Draco grinned back. “True. But in the mean time, what am I supposed to eat my ice cream from? We don’t have a singe vessel left in this place – I think I even heard the vase in the living room smash.”
Harry’s grin turned from amused, to naughty, without even trying.
“I can think of a place or two you might like to eat it from…”
Draco made a show of rolling his eyes in exasperation, but he was already untucking his shirt from his trousers.
“Do you ever think of anything but sex, Potter?”
“Are you complaining, Malfoy?”
Draco grinned, and shoved Harry back out of the kitchen.
“Me, complain? Never…”