Round 5 of 52 Weeks of Writing 2013 Competition (HPFC)
Compulsory Prompts: parchment
Optional Prompts: 'You're about as cheery as Snape at Christmas', Patronus, Potions.
Lunch Date
Harry sighed, leaning against his desk and watching his class write their essays on the dangers of mispronounced offensive and defensive spells as well as why it is important to focus when practicing said spells. He'd abruptly assigned them the task when the sixth years were more entertained by sending their classmates flying across the class then protecting them in the faux battle.
The bespectacled male shook his head, moving away from his desk and walking up and down the rows of desks. The sounds of quills scratching against parchment burning in his ears and relaxed him with the repetitive sound. He briefly contemplated practicing the Patronus charm with them but let that one go as well. When the DADA class room door was carelessly with a loud bang. Harry spun around with his wand drawn only to see Draco Malfoy saunter into the room.
"Draco." He sighed, dropping his wand in relief but then frowned. "What do you think you're doing? You do realize I have a class, right?"
Draco only smirked and continued to make his way over to Harry, "Oh Harry, don't be such a sour puss." he purred, attaching himself on Harry's arm. "Besides class ends in…five minutes, why not let them go early and let e take you out for a quick lunch."
Some of the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students giggled at Draco's display and Harry sighed in resignation. Now that the blond was here Harry wouldn't get any peace unless he agreed. "Fine," he muttered to Draco. "class dismissed."
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Harry shifted in his seat uncomfortably, did Draco have to drag him to the most expensive restaurant in the middle of the bloody day! Draco was babbling about his day brewing potions for St. Mungos and then coming to Hogwarts to sit in on the newest Potions' Master class. At least that explained why Draco happened to be at Hogwarts.
"Harry, are you listening to me?" Draco interrupted his train of thought. "You know, you are a lousy date, here I am being the doting, wonderful boyfriend and you are ignoring me." The blond whined.
What a way to be guilt tripped into paying attention, Harry thought. "I'm sorry, Draco. I was just wondering why it is that you've brought me here. We could have just floo'd home for lunch." The raven-haired male muttered, ducking his head when a flashbulb went off just to his right.
"Bloody hell, Harry." The other male groaned with a roll of his eyes. "You're about as cheery as Snape at Christmas."
"That's because I don't see a reason for spending so much money at a place like this for a simple lunch."
"Oh, but Harry, there is a reason why I brought you here." Draco smirked, clearly feeling smug about something. He got up out of his chair, smoothing down his smoke grey silk shirt and glided over to Harry's side of the table with such grace.
Then he did something that Harry could not believe, he knelt down and took his hand. The world went quiet, the earth stood still and all of that other dramatic shit. Everyone in the restaurant was gaping at the pair, cameras were definitely flashing now.
"Harry James Potter," Draco intoned loud enough for others to hear like he was some sort of Shakespearian actor playing up the audience. "we've been together for two years now…"
Harry dropped his head. "Please, Merlin, please…" he murmured while Draco continued on.
"And I think it's time that we settled down," Draco pulled out a small box and there was a sharp intake of breath from the females in the restaurant. "Harry, will you –"
The blond was cut off by a dinner roll being shoved into his mouth by none other than Harry whom stared at his lover with wide eyes. "Uh, oops?" he squeaked out in a definitely unmanly voice. "Y'know Draco, I just remembered I have a bunch of tests to grade. So, um, I'll just see you later at home, bye!"
Harry was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving his boyfriend in the middle of a crowded restaurant with a roll hanging out his mouth. Draco chewed on the piece of bread, getting up and sitting back in his seat calmly.
'Harry, Harry, Harry.' Darco thought fondly, 'you can run all you want but I'll get you eventually.'
To Be Continued…