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Disclaimer - I don’t own anything, I’m just borrowing things for a while and I promise I’ll put everything back exactly how I found it when I’ve finished. Well, almost exactly how I found it ;)

 

A/N Response to the December/January challenge, Prompt B - Either Harry or Draco receives a gift (from the other) that leaves him quite astounded. This prompt is a little different, as it is dialogue only! Meaning everything you write must come out of your characters’ mouths. Expressing yourself using only a conversation between characters can be tricky enough (just ask Hemingway), so there is no word limit.

 

Model Behaviour

“Draco, where’s my present?”

“What?”

“My Christmas present. Yours are under the tree, and mine are there from Ron and Hermione, Ginny and Dean, Neville and Luna, Seamus and ….”

“I get it, Harry, everyone’s presents are there except mine to you.”

“Alright, don’t get your knickers in a twist. I was just saying.”

“Well don’t. And I don’t wear knickers.”

“No, you go commando and you know how much I like that.”

“Stop it, Harry. Harry! Behave yourself!”

“What is the matter with you?”

“Nothing!”

“Fine! I’m going out for a while. Let me know when you’ve got over this mood you’re in.”

“No! You can’t go out?”

“Why?”

 

“Your present should be here soon, and it isn’t really something one can wrap, so you sort of need to be here for me to give it to you.”

“Draco, you’re babbling. And you’re sweating. This isn’t like you. Are you nervous or something?”

“Yes. Is that so hard for you to believe?”

“No, I remember Blaise telling me what you were like on our wedding day. But that was understandable.”

“Let’s just say I’m worried you won’t like your present.”

“Draco, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Ah! That’s it. I’ll get the door, Harry, you stay there. And close your eyes. Keep them closed.”

“Alright, Draco, my eyes are closed and I can’t see a thing.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“How the hell should I know? My bloody eyes are closed!!”

“Okay, open them. Merry Christmas, Harry.”

“Erm, who is this, Draco? He doesn’t look like a new friend, at least I hope not, especially in those clothes.”

“He’s not. He’s for you.”

“WHAT?! What on earth made you think I wanted…I mean…Dray, I’ve got you. I don’t need him. No offence.”

“None taken.”

“Harry, I overheard you talking to Ron. You said you wanted a model, so I figured you weren’t happy with me and…are you laughing at me?”

“Erm, yes!”

“Harry! This is serious!”

“No, it’s really not!”

“Harry, stop laughing or I’ll hex you into next year!”

“That won’t be too bad, it’s only next week.”

“POTTER!”

“Alright, alright. Keep your shirt on. Although on second thoughts…I’m sorry about this, whatever-your-name-is, but your services aren’t required. We’ll still pay you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got plenty of other invites to fill. Sorry I couldn’t be of service. Do be sure to owl me in the future if you change your minds, though.”

“We won’t. Goodbye!”

“Did you really need to throw him out like that?”

“Yes.”

“What was that kiss for?”

“You. You’re adorable, but dense at times.”

“Dense?”

“Stop, the Malfoy glare doesn’t work on me any more. Yes, dense. The fact you thought I wasn’t happy with you was just stupid, but the fact you got him in to make me happy was sweet. In a weird sort of way.”

“Wasn’t that what you wanted? A model? I mean, I know he wasn’t a model, but he looked like one.”

“No, love, you only heard part of the conversation. Ron asked me what I wanted for Christmas, and I said I’d always wanted a model fire engine. Dudley had one when he was five, and I thought it was the greatest thing on the planet.”

“Oh. Well I feel sheepish.”

“You don’t look it. Anyway, you’re more gorgeous than any model, but there’s something even better than that.”

“Better than good looks? Do tell, Potter.”

“You’re all mine, Malfoy. That’s the best thing in the world.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s the thought that counts when it comes to presents anyway.”

“I could always be your present. You can unwrap me.”

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse!”

 

 

FIN