Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter or Twilight. I'd love to have one of them, though.
A/N: Again, I'm taking requests. :D
Prompt: Sparkles!
"Harry!" called Draco. "Where's the art kit?"
"On top of the cabinet in the hall!" Harry called back. He continued wrestling with the trunk he was trying to open. He shot several spells at it, then resumed his efforts to yank it open. Nothing.
"Bother."
He sighed. Downstairs he heard Teddy's excited chatter and he mentally thanked Draco again for keeping him occupied while Harry finished getting the trunk open. It was full of Sirius and Regulus' toys from when they were little boys, pre-Hogwarts. Toys that he was eager to bring out for Teddy.
If he could just get the darn thing open.
He hurled every unlocking spell he could think of at it; the darn thing wouldn't budge.
He thought as he continued to mumble incantations, about the first time Teddy had met Draco. Neither of them had quite known what to make of the other at first. It took Draco longer to adjust to Teddy than it did Teddy to adjust to Draco, however.
For Draco, he was meeting one of his few surviving relatives, but a boy whose grandfather was a muggle, whose father was a werewolf, and whose mother was a metamorphmagus. A boy with whom he would never have associated before the war. But then, before the war he never would have associated with a muggleborn and a Weasley, and now he made nice with them for Harry's sake.
For Teddy, he was meeting one of his few surviving relatives, a haughty pureblood who seemed as intimidated by him as he was desperate to intimidate. Teddy had, after a few fascinated minutes of staring at Draco and being sneered at in return, had morphed into a blond, grey-eyed toddler who mimicked Draco's sneer back at him perfectly.
Draco had 'Eeep'ed and fled before thinking his actions through.
Teddy had chortled and chased after him.
That pretty much summed up their relationship since.
Therefore it was very brave and noble and Gryffindor of Draco to have volunteered to watch Teddy while Harry worked on the trunk. And he had taken the initiative to get out the art kit to play with Teddy, too.
Harry smiled happily, pleased with his lover. Suddenly he remembered something. He dashed out of the room, shouting, "Draco!"
He flew down the stairs, calling again, "Draco!"
"Yes, Harry?" called Draco from his seat on the floor beside Teddy and the open art kit. "What is it?"
"I forgot to tell you," Harry called, hoping he would make it in time. "When you get out the art kit, you have to hide the –"
POOF!
"– Glitter," he finished morosely, stopping in the doorway and staring at an astonished and glitter-coated Draco.
Teddy stood over Draco, the empty glitter tube clutched in his hand. He laughed gleefully.
"Well," said Harry, trying desperately not to laugh. "You and Cedric Diggory have something in common, now." At Draco's confused look he grinned. "You both sparkle."