Family and Friends
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lokifanTitle: Family and Friends
Word count: 600
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pansy waits for Draco, and a journalist asks personal questions.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dracoharry100, ferocious.
Pansy smiled at Draco, and forked up some salmon. These lunches at the Elysium Fields were the stuff of life: she was wearing beautiful teal robes, eating delicious food and watching a handsome man laugh. The chandelier light caught golden in Draco’s hair as he tipped his head back, laughing.
“Are you serious?”
“Completely,” she smiled back, letting her laugh lurk in her eyes. Draco didn’t lean forward to catch it the way he would have once, but that was alright. She’d be his friend, steadfast and fun, all through this fling with Potter; she’d be ready when it ended.
~*~
They spent another two hours lingering over lunch; the meal was delicious, but eaten with the thoughtlessness of the young and well-heeled. Pansy gossiped about politics and Draco did impressions, his every gesture extravagant. Pansy enjoyed the curious, sometimes jealous looks of their fellow diners: being friends with Draco always got you attention.
Over coffee, a journalist came up to Draco and asked him how Potter was in bed.
“Pardon?” said Draco.
“Go on,” the journalist grinned. “I won’t let on who told me. I hear Potter’s got a temper, eh? Must be hard work. Is he into kinky stuff?”
~*~
Draco’s face had frozen, but the hack was too intent on his prize to notice. “I was a Slytherin, I know how it goes.” Pansy knew it was far too late for any attempt at camaraderie. “So, between you and me and the bedpost, what does he – ”
Draco flew to his feet, suddenly as tall as a thundercloud. His robes billowed around him like Snape’s; his eyes became cold grey chips of ice, like Lucius’. The frightening men he had loved were all around him, the full force of his personality aimed at the hapless journalist.
Pansy smiled coolly.
~*~
“You were a Slytherin, were you? And you think that somehow, I will be on your side? That I’m for sale to every hack with a quill and a media pass?” Draco advanced, his face even paler than the journalist’s in his rage. “Harry has told you all repeatedly how much he hates you all, the way you poke and pry and try to force yourselves into his private life. I am part of his private life. How dare you assume I would betray him?”
“I – I’m sorry, Mr Malfoy – ” The man groped for dignity. “He’s a public figure.”
~*~
Draco drew his wand. He wasn’t playing, or threatening, he was bringing it up ready to curse. Pansy shot from her seat. “Don’t – ”
The journalist fled.
Draco was pale with two pink spots of rage high on his cheeks. His eyes were bright and cold, and he was clenching his fists, and he’d lost his head so much that he pulled his wand.
Pansy had seen this outrage in Draco before. He was always blind when he got angry, but this ferocious defence of another was only ever given to his parents before.
Harry Potter was his family now.
~*~
But Pansy was his best friend, steadfast and fun. She did not cry. She smiled and said, “good work, Draco. Go home to your boy and tell him what you did, he’ll be all over you.”
He smiled at her, quicksilver, and it made her heart catch.
But then he was gone, striding off with his shoulders squared and his head thrown back. So like his father, and Pansy knew that Lucius Malfoy had never cheated on his wife. He adored Narcissa until the day he died.
She would find a new way to love Draco, one of these days.
Word count: 600
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pansy waits for Draco, and a journalist asks personal questions.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at
dracoharry100, ferocious.Pansy smiled at Draco, and forked up some salmon. These lunches at the Elysium Fields were the stuff of life: she was wearing beautiful teal robes, eating delicious food and watching a handsome man laugh. The chandelier light caught golden in Draco’s hair as he tipped his head back, laughing.
“Are you serious?”
“Completely,” she smiled back, letting her laugh lurk in her eyes. Draco didn’t lean forward to catch it the way he would have once, but that was alright. She’d be his friend, steadfast and fun, all through this fling with Potter; she’d be ready when it ended.
They spent another two hours lingering over lunch; the meal was delicious, but eaten with the thoughtlessness of the young and well-heeled. Pansy gossiped about politics and Draco did impressions, his every gesture extravagant. Pansy enjoyed the curious, sometimes jealous looks of their fellow diners: being friends with Draco always got you attention.
Over coffee, a journalist came up to Draco and asked him how Potter was in bed.
“Pardon?” said Draco.
“Go on,” the journalist grinned. “I won’t let on who told me. I hear Potter’s got a temper, eh? Must be hard work. Is he into kinky stuff?”
Draco’s face had frozen, but the hack was too intent on his prize to notice. “I was a Slytherin, I know how it goes.” Pansy knew it was far too late for any attempt at camaraderie. “So, between you and me and the bedpost, what does he – ”
Draco flew to his feet, suddenly as tall as a thundercloud. His robes billowed around him like Snape’s; his eyes became cold grey chips of ice, like Lucius’. The frightening men he had loved were all around him, the full force of his personality aimed at the hapless journalist.
Pansy smiled coolly.
“You were a Slytherin, were you? And you think that somehow, I will be on your side? That I’m for sale to every hack with a quill and a media pass?” Draco advanced, his face even paler than the journalist’s in his rage. “Harry has told you all repeatedly how much he hates you all, the way you poke and pry and try to force yourselves into his private life. I am part of his private life. How dare you assume I would betray him?”
“I – I’m sorry, Mr Malfoy – ” The man groped for dignity. “He’s a public figure.”
Draco drew his wand. He wasn’t playing, or threatening, he was bringing it up ready to curse. Pansy shot from her seat. “Don’t – ”
The journalist fled.
Draco was pale with two pink spots of rage high on his cheeks. His eyes were bright and cold, and he was clenching his fists, and he’d lost his head so much that he pulled his wand.
Pansy had seen this outrage in Draco before. He was always blind when he got angry, but this ferocious defence of another was only ever given to his parents before.
Harry Potter was his family now.
But Pansy was his best friend, steadfast and fun. She did not cry. She smiled and said, “good work, Draco. Go home to your boy and tell him what you did, he’ll be all over you.”
He smiled at her, quicksilver, and it made her heart catch.
But then he was gone, striding off with his shoulders squared and his head thrown back. So like his father, and Pansy knew that Lucius Malfoy had never cheated on his wife. He adored Narcissa until the day he died.
She would find a new way to love Draco, one of these days.
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