Prompt: Crystal Vase
"Buggering fuck!" Harry shouted, staring down at the remains of a shattered crystal vase. This was exactly why he hated coming to the Manor. There were too many expensive things that Harry's bumbling form could knock over.
He whipped out his wand, casting more repairing spells than he actually knew the incantations for but each one only left him with a partially formed vase or simply a pile of crystal shards. Panic set in as he tried to imagine explaining his clumsiness to Narcissa, who he was sure already hated him simply because he was dating her only son.
More quiet curses flew from his lips as he tried desperately to think of what he could do. He thought that Hermione might know. She had two young children after all; surely they'd broken their fair share of expensive trinkets, although Harry couldn't imagine anything like this in her home. The crystal vase must have cost a small fortune, and there it was in a glittering pile of dust on the floor.
How was he going to explain this? Draco would be furious.
As if bidden by the thought of his name, his blond boyfriend came waltzing around the corner just that very moment, too quickly for Harry to hide the crystalline rubble. "Harry, you look like you're up to something," he chastised.
"No, nothing, just…bloody hell. I broke the vase. I didn't mean to, and I swear I'll pay for it, just help me hide it from your mum," he pleaded.
Draco gave him a stern appraisal, his lips pursed in anger before they swelled into a laughing grin. "Don't worry about it, Harry. I've broken that vase a hundred times. It's beyond repair. I just pile the dust up on the pedestal and cast a glamour on it."