25 HarryxDraco Drabbles

By Yiji

Drabble 7 : Snape's Petition

Draco had told him once that when he was a little boy, Crabbe and Goyle had come to his house to play often. On one particularly wet afternoon, they had dared Draco to put a pinch of salt on a slug and watch what happened. Of course, they'd laughed raucously, and Draco being at a young, naïve age, had joined in their merriment. However, Harry had been the only person he'd told that when their afternoon had ended, Draco had shut himself in his room and cried over the terrible fate of the poor slug, which had been entirely his fault. After all, hadn't he done that just to impress his two new friends?

Harry doubted that this childhood incident wouldn't have an impact on his ex-arch-enemy-turned-boyfriend. He was rather surprised, however, when during a lone study period in the library sheet of parchment was unceremoniously wedged between his nose and his copy of Unfogging the Future – Secondary Edition.

Really, he should have seen this coming.

"What's this?" he asked, scanning Draco's neat script with his eyes. The blonde sat down opposite him and sniffed.

"It's a petition I'm going to give to Professor Snape. I need you to sign it."

"Draco, this petition is against the use of slugs in Potions."

"Not exactly." Draco elaborated, lacing his delicate fingers together. "It's against the use of slugs in Potions which haven't died of natural causes."

Was Draco growing morals? Dear Lord, it is the end. "But slugs are essential for the difficult sixth-year potions. Plus I don't think Snape will enjoy being nagged by his star pupil."

"He won't have much of a say if the petition is signed by more than two hundred individuals belonging to the same organisation. So far I've got almost a hundred and fifty signatures using death-threats and intimidation. But your signature would really help the cause."

Harry chewed this thought over. A chance of sticking it to Snape, why not? "What's your 'organisation' called, then?"

"The 'Save Poor Animals Submitted To Inhumane Carnage' organisation."

Harry choked on his saliva. Honestly, his use of acronyms was worse than Hermione's! "There is absolutely no way I am signing something with that as its name."

Draco set his jaw and narrowed his eyes to slits. "Potter, if you don't sign this petition right now, I swear I will go on a voluntary, everlasting vow of chastity. And I'm bringing you to hell with me."

Harry grit his teeth and managed to send the smug-looking boy across from him the 'I-can't-believe-you're-doing-this-to-me' look, the 'this-is-something-I'd-only-do-for-love-and-you-dammit' look, the 'there-is-now-way-in-hell-I'd-give-up-great-sex-over-this' look and the 'great-use-of-acronyms-by-the-way' look simultaneously, while scratching his name underneath a very wobbly 'Dennis Creevey'. He deserved a medal for putting up with the whims of his boyfriend.

Harry drew the line at wearing the badges, though.