sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-03-10 16:58:00 |
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Original poster: kcstories
Title: Out Of Place
Author: kcstories
Ships: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Challenge: #43, using the second picture.
Warnings: Fluff.
A/N: The Potterverse is JKR's, not mine.
All his life, Draco Malfoy has prided himself on being one of those people who always feel confident, no matter where they go or whom they meet.
After all, his Pureblood parents taught him how to mingle, how to fit in amongst the most prestigious of wizarding circles, and how to stand out in a crowd and be noticed in the right way too, if the situation calls for it.
So he's safe in the knowledge that wherever he finds himself, he never feels ill at ease.
Or at least he never used to before today.
As he sits here now, however, he's beginning to realize that like so many rules, this one too has an exception.
And never mind that Harry has told him – reassured him, over and over again - that he looks dashing in his Muggle tuxedo, which is nothing like his usual attire (and frankly, from his own point of view, a pretty ridiculous thing to be wearing), Draco remains uncertain.
Why did he ever agree to come here anyway, to the separate wedding reception Hermione and Ron are holding for her family?
He's been asking himself that question for the past hour, though the answer is obvious and simple enough.
Grang- No, Weasley and Weasley are still Harry's best friends and as Harry's boyfriend, he could hardly decline the invitation. That would have been rude. Or even worse, it might have made him look like a coward, afraid of a few Muggles, and that was simply out of the question.
And besides, Grang- Weas- Hermione isn't all that bad once you get to know her, even if her taste in men leaves something to be desired.
Draco takes a deep breath. He reminds himself that Muggles are just people too, and when the mother of the bride gives a friendly nod in his direction, he forces a smile.
"All right?"
He glances to his left to see Harry standing there, looking happy and proud like the best man should look.
"Yes," Draco lies.
"Hey," Harry says. "You're doing really great." He joins Draco on the sofa, he takes Draco's hand and he adds, "You know, the way you look right now, you could easily pass for one of them."
"I resent that, Potter," Draco retorts with a frown, but he lightly squeezes Harry's hand, because honestly, he appreciates the daft attempt at reassurance anyway.