Drabble! Harry Potter - The Secret Admirer strikes again
Title: The Secret Admirer strikes again
Author: akiko88
Word Count: 390
Rating: PG
Prompt: Prompt #9.
Warning: Unbeta’ed.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. No money is being made from this fiction.
Author's Notes: This is written for the slythindor100 25 days of Draco and Harry challenge.
( Part 1)( Part 2)( Part 3)( Part 4)( Part 5)( Part 6)( Part 7)( Part 8)
Harry was busy debriefing Ron on a new case, when Malfoy came bursting in screaming his last name. Both he and Ron turned to look at him. Malfoy was panting like he had been running all the way from the Archives to the Auror department. His tie was askew, and his hair was messy. Ron turned towards him, slapped him on the shoulder.
“Well mate, talk to you later. Good luck,” Ron said as he threw another look at Malfoy. “I think you are going to need it.”
“Thanks, see you later,” Harry nodded at him. Malfoy glared at the both of them. “If you are quite done. I have a problem, and I can’t possibly do my work unless someone fixes it.”
“Yeah, right. Did a pile of files came crashing down, and destroyed the order of things,” Ron said snorting. He was gone before Malfoy could form a reply.
Harry sighed. “What can I help you with, Malfoy?”
Malfoy whipped his head around, and glared at Harry. “Mistletoe,” he bit out.
Harry blinked at him. “I haven’t got any.”
“Not here, you idiot. In the Archives. Someone had the most brilliant idea to hang mistletoe above the counter. ”
“So? It’s festive, isn’t it?”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at him. “No Potter, it isn’t festive! It is as far from festive as it could possibly be. The mistletoe is hexed in some way. It demands that you kiss the person you are with while standing under it. You can’t seem to leave before you have kissed that person. I wouldn’t have minded it as much if I could just do my job, and it was my choice who could kiss me. However this is not the case. So do something about it!”
“It couldn’t possibly be that bad, Malfoy.”
“Potter, I was this close,” Malfoy said gesturing with his thumb and index finger just how close it had been, “this close, to be kissed by that horrid woman from General Affairs. Ashby or something.”
Harry winced. Jennifer Ashby could give Umbridge a run for her money on toadiness.
“I’ll come and get it down for you. Any idea who put it there?” Harry said, as he grabbed his wand from his desk, and walked with Malfoy towards the elevator.
“Some business about a secret admirer,” Draco said dismissively.
Author: akiko88
Word Count: 390
Rating: PG
Prompt: Prompt #9.
Warning: Unbeta’ed.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. No money is being made from this fiction.
Author's Notes: This is written for the slythindor100 25 days of Draco and Harry challenge.
( Part 1)( Part 2)( Part 3)( Part 4)( Part 5)( Part 6)( Part 7)( Part 8)
Harry was busy debriefing Ron on a new case, when Malfoy came bursting in screaming his last name. Both he and Ron turned to look at him. Malfoy was panting like he had been running all the way from the Archives to the Auror department. His tie was askew, and his hair was messy. Ron turned towards him, slapped him on the shoulder.
“Well mate, talk to you later. Good luck,” Ron said as he threw another look at Malfoy. “I think you are going to need it.”
“Thanks, see you later,” Harry nodded at him. Malfoy glared at the both of them. “If you are quite done. I have a problem, and I can’t possibly do my work unless someone fixes it.”
“Yeah, right. Did a pile of files came crashing down, and destroyed the order of things,” Ron said snorting. He was gone before Malfoy could form a reply.
Harry sighed. “What can I help you with, Malfoy?”
Malfoy whipped his head around, and glared at Harry. “Mistletoe,” he bit out.
Harry blinked at him. “I haven’t got any.”
“Not here, you idiot. In the Archives. Someone had the most brilliant idea to hang mistletoe above the counter. ”
“So? It’s festive, isn’t it?”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at him. “No Potter, it isn’t festive! It is as far from festive as it could possibly be. The mistletoe is hexed in some way. It demands that you kiss the person you are with while standing under it. You can’t seem to leave before you have kissed that person. I wouldn’t have minded it as much if I could just do my job, and it was my choice who could kiss me. However this is not the case. So do something about it!”
“It couldn’t possibly be that bad, Malfoy.”
“Potter, I was this close,” Malfoy said gesturing with his thumb and index finger just how close it had been, “this close, to be kissed by that horrid woman from General Affairs. Ashby or something.”
Harry winced. Jennifer Ashby could give Umbridge a run for her money on toadiness.
“I’ll come and get it down for you. Any idea who put it there?” Harry said, as he grabbed his wand from his desk, and walked with Malfoy towards the elevator.
“Some business about a secret admirer,” Draco said dismissively.