hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-02-16 12:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt 4: romance, wook-fic |
Original poster: wook77
Title: The Plan
Author: wook77
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2290
Warnings: Unapologetically Schmaltzy Fluff with some smut thrown in
Summary: The plan is in place and Draco is pissy and grumpy. As far as Harry is concerned, it's perfect timing.
A/N: Un-beta'd. For your information, a map of Diagon Alley can be found at the Lexicon. Written for hd_365's prompt of "romance".
Permission has been granted.
Should you require assistance to implement
your plan, please do not hesitate to contact me.
I will send Draco on the mission promptly at One O'clock.
Sincerely,
Mr. Ignatius Crumbaker
Harry grinned at the letter in front of him. It was nice that there were bosses and managers out there that actually appreciated their employees instead of discriminating against them. It had taken him quite a bit of wrangling with Merryweather before Harry had finally gone to Kingsley Shacklebolt. Approval for the afternoon off had come with astonishing speed once the debacle of Valentine's Day had been mentioned. Harry sniggered at the blustering that Merryweather had done while trying to explain why he'd granted permission and then revoked it at the last possible minute for that evening off.
It was now twelve forty-five and Harry waited for the subsequent visit from Draco. He didn't have long to wait. The scurrying of people in the outer office alerted Harry to Draco's coming.
"Potter, a moment, if you please." Draco's voice was staccato sharp and Harry could tell just from his demeanor that he was infuriated.
"Sure, Malfoy, come on in." Harry shut his office door as Draco flung himself into the one spare chair in the cramped office.
"My bloody bleeding buggering boss has decided that I obviously have more important things to do than take a lunch break with you so now I'm being forced to meet a contact for a case that isn't even mine…at Madame Malkin's of all places." Harry barely kept the snicker suppressed.
"Madame Malkin's? Going back to Hogwarts, are we?" This time, Harry couldn't suppress the snigger.
"Don't start on me, Potter." When Draco called him "Potter" in private, Harry knew he was in trouble.
"Right, sure thing, Draco. Well, we'll just reschedule our meal, then." Draco grimaced as he gazed at his watch.
"Shite, I'm going to be late. I have to be there no later than one for some sodding reason." Not even taking the time to say goodbye, Draco flounced out of the office, slamming the door in his wake.
As soon as the door was fully shut, Harry couldn't stop the belly laugh that welled up. The plan was going exactly right.