49
Time Signature
Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
Summary: Because 49 was 7 times 7, and 7 was the most magical number in existence (anyone in Arithmancy could tell you that). Too bad Harry never took that class. 49 drabbles/one-shots around Draco and fem! Harry.
three, accept
Accepting defeat was something Harry never took well. Especially when it came to Quidditch.
It didn't matter that this was only a short game just for fun that Draco and she had played on the giant Malfoy Manor grounds. She still had ended up a tiny bit slower at reaching the farthest tree (she placed the blame, just a tiny, teensy bit on that newest model Firebolt Draco had been riding).
She glared at the young man – for a man he was, looking all of twenty-one, who was smirking so insufferably! She wanted to rip that smirk from his face! But that would only make him smirk even more.
So, even though they were both all exhausted and sweaty and whatever, she pecks him on the cheek.
He flushes violently – his pale skin makes the red stand out so much. He stutters.
She smiles - she had won again. Hadn't she told him? She never accepted defeat.
She was the Girl Who Lived, after all.
TBC
A/N: Thank you for clicking on this chapter! This is the third prompt – only 46 more to go! *cheers*
time relief accept blow crush diminish retell student key bottle water wind love blush kiss embrace funeral cloth ring stone crash wave stop start again green flower weed curtain fruit needle peg shelf book write wrong frame torch glue hole punch kick dry wet shine hail blue red forever
Also for Star Challenge Arcturus – Quidditch.
Thank you again,
Time Signature