Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!
Pairing for the chapter: Harry/Draco
Warnings: none
Prompt: "Oh yeah? Prove it!"

When Harry first learned that he was supposed to be Draco Malfoy's mate, he scoffed at all those present - the headmaster, McGonagall, Snape and the Malfoys - and stated simply, "prove it!" before he left.

And that was the end of it as far as he was concerned.

Of course, he didn't take into account just how bleeding stubborn the Malfoys could be. He started receiving gifts, letters, mementos, and everything a potential spouse could think to ask. A pity they didn't take into account that he was, in fact, an independent man instead of a girl from early 19th century wanting to marry 'up' in the world.

Harry got so fed up with the gifts that he resolved to put his slightly underdeveloped Slytherin side to use, and the plan was quite simple actually...

On the morning of December 18th, Harry got yet another gift, this one wrapped in bright yellow wrapping paper and inside it, a bracelet made of aged gold and full of tiny charms that bestowed upon the wearer luck, protection, the constant feeling of affection from the other person and acted as a direct 'portkey' to said person.

A fine gift indeed.

If he had been a girl and was in need of affection and had such low self-esteem that he needed to be reassured of another's feelings all the damn time. Thanks, but no thanks.

Harry stared at the bracelet for a moment, pretending not to notice the letter. The bracelet he put aside, the letter he burned - pretending not to notice the horrified gasps all around him - and went back to his breakfast.

Just a few hours later, Draco Malfoy found the same bracelet on his bed, it was attached to a piece of parchment and a photograph.

Harry was incredibly satisfied with himself when, the next day, the one to receive a gift was Romilda Vane.