Title: New Year's Resolutions
Author: persephoneapple
Pairing: Harry/Draco pre-slash
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 535
Disclaimer: JK Rowling and Co owns everything. I'm writing for fun and not for profit.
A/N: unbeta'd and written for the prompt: Your antagonist has three New Year's Resolutions. List them.
New Year's Resolutions
There's a loud pounding on the inside of Draco's head that's made worse by the crack of Apparition as his house-elf Missy appears in front of him.
"Master Draco! There is being a man outside attacking the wards!" She's wringing her hands on the small white apron she wears and Draco suspects that is the only thing that's keeping her from punishing herself. After all, he had given orders that he was not supposed to be disturbed before noon and judging from the pink and orange clouds outside his window, it was barely dawn.
"Who is it, Missy? If it's Blaise, tell him to come back at a decent hour." Draco places his forearm over his eyes to hide the light as he grimaces from the sour taste of alcohol in his mouth. It was as if an animal had died in there. He was never going to try any of Pansy's concoctions again, Draco decided as he cleans and freshens his mouth with a subtle wave of his wand.
"No, it is being Harry Potter." This is enough for Draco to sit up in bed and stare at the house-elf in disbelief.
"How long has he been there?" Usually he would be immediately notified if the wards had been tampered, but not this time. Damn, he really did have too much to drink if he had missed the alarm. He ponders if he might have an alcohol problem before deciding that he was allowed to live a little. After all, he had risked his life as a spy for the Order during the war.
"Ten minutes." The house-elf gave a small shriek as they both felt the wards tremble. Potter was livid so Draco knew he didn't have much time if he wanted to be presentable before Potter broke through.
"Missy, bring me a hangover potion." The house-elf gave a little bow before Disapparating and Draco fell back onto the bed. Faint images of last night were beginning to flash behind his closed eyelids and he could remember Pansy smirking as she poured a colourless liquid in his cup.
He had lost a bet and to collect, Pansy had served him a drink before pushing a quill and parchment in his hands. The ink didn't have a chance to dry before Pansy had snatched the parchment, read his words and laughed, before slipping it inside her robes' pocket.
The door to his bedroom swung open and he had a brief glance at bright green eyes before the same parchment was held in front of him.
"What the fuck are you playing at, Malfoy?" Potter's voice is a raw fury that sends shivers down Draco's back and that is before Potter's wand is placed at Draco's temple. Swallowing loudly, Draco glances at the parchment.
1. Shag Potter
2. Kill Potter
3. Marry Astoria
Well, fuck my life, Draco thought, pushing all thoughts of punishing Pansy out of his mind. There was no way he was going to be able to talk himself out of this one and explain the words he had written. How could he when he himself didn't understand what he had written?