Strange Magic
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bleedingangel84Title: Strange Magic
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bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Urm…some snark, magic going haywire, fluff, language, and lines that sound like they belong in a cheesy romance. Girl!Draco as a result of his Halloween costume. I think that’s about it.
Word Count: 838
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I’m not sure if I did the prompt justice, but I gave it a go. This is where my brain went with that prompt. I hope that all who read it enjoy it, but if you don’t, feel free to say that as well. This is a bit more sedate than I was intending it to be. Has not been beta’ed, so feel free to tell me about errors you see here.
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hd_fluff’s Fluffy Halloween Fest 2014 prompt- It's the first Halloween after the defeat of Voldemort and in an effort to acclimate everyone to Muggle customs, Hogwarts encourages all the returning students (including repeating 7th years) to dress up in costumes. No one ever considered that the castle's recovering magic would turn everyone into their costumes at the stroke of midnight.
Summary: It’s Halloween. Draco is a damsel, Harry is a knight, and the castle has a plan to end their rivalry for once and all.
Strange Magic
Draco pouted as Blaise laughed at him.
“I have no idea why I let you do these things to me, Zabini.”
“Don’t pout at me, Draco. Just because you can’t resist a dare…”
“The Malfoy family honour was at stake, Blaise. I had no choice!”
“You look gorgeous as a damsel in distress, Draco. Rather reminiscent of your mum. That rose-coloured gown of hers suits you.”
“Sod off you bloody half-wit!”
Well, my my my…such language from a beautiful lady!”
“I am not afraid to hex you, Blaise. These slippers are killing my feet. Be a gentleman and get me a drink, would you?”
“I’m sorry, that’s not in my job description, miss.”
“You are a lazy arse, you know that?”
“Look who’s heading your way with a glass of punch.”
“Potter! Is that you beneath that suit of armour?”
“Yes, it is I. I come bearing libations for the fair maiden.”
“How amusing, Potter.”
“Thank you, my fair one. May I say, you look quite the comely vision in that gown.”
“Did you lose a bet, Potter?”
“That I did. I should learn not to bet against Hermione. She dragged me to the feast wearing this ludicrous thing she calls a costume.”
“You look quite dashing. Thank you for the drink.”
“You’re welcome. Isn’t it a knight’s job to anticipate a lady’s every need?”
“Aren’t you taking this a bit seriously? Fancy dress parties are supposed to be a lark, after all.”
“I say that if you’re going to do something, you may as well give it your all.”
“You would say that. What in Merlin’s name is Weasley wearing?”
“He came as Dracula, and Hermione is dressed as Mina.”
“Trust her to choose a character from a book.”
“It’s nearly midnight.”
“Scared, Potter?”
“You wish. I was merely making an observation.”
“You have quite the talent for stating the obvious.”
“And you clearly have no talent for the art of conversation.”
“Ouch, Potter. That really hurts.”
“I suppose I shall take my leave now, then.”
“The sooner, the better.”
Just as Harry turned to leave, the clock chimed midnight. The air within the castle began to shimmer, and there was an odd pressure. Feeling disorientated and dizzy, the two clung together for several long minutes.
“Are you quite all right, madam? You look as if you’re going to be ill.”
“I’m well enough, I suppose. Though I feel something odd is afoot this night.”
“Fear not. I shall protect you, and all will be well.”
“You know not my name, and yet, you swear to protect me.”
“What matters the name? Something of such beauty is beyond the description of mere words.”
“Thank you, my good knight. Nonetheless, I would have you be aware that my name is Delilah.”
“Men would fight wars in honour of your form.”
“I want love, not war. There has forsooth been too much bloodshed of late.”
“Would that you let me love you, I should be considered the most fortunate of men.”
“You have the eyes of one who is worthy of trust. I would, in truth, be glad to have my heart in your keeping.”
“I am indeed the happiest man in existence at this very instant.”
“Do you have a steed, good sir, or shall we walk on foot from this place? That strange creature over there has a look in his eyes that is most disconcerting.”
“I shall carry you in my arms away from the source of your disquiet, my lady. Fear not the vampire’s fangs.”
“You have my gratitude. Some strange magic is clearly at work here. I feel as if I was in in a dream, and that reality is somehow far away.”
“If this is all indeed some strange magic, I hope never to wake from this spell. You are certainly a beautiful gift from the gods. May I take a kiss from thy lips, fair maiden?”
“Propriety demands I should not allow you the liberty, but I must follow the dictates of my heart first. The doors of my breath I will open for you, but I beg you, please be gentle.”
The kiss was an exploratory melding of warm lips, something almost sacred. It was gentle, yet passionate, and each felt something like a flame flare to life in their chests. It seemed to carry on for ages until the clock chimed one.
“What happened here tonight? Why am I carrying you in my arms?”
“Is it so horrible?”
“No, actually it’s quite nice.”
“I’m tired, Harry. Was I dreaming, or did you kiss me?”
“We kissed each other. I can still feel it. I think the castle was trying to get us together.”
“But we hate each other. Don’t we?”
“Clearly not, or the spell wouldn’t have worked as it did. Magic follows the path of least resistance, doesn’t it? Gods, you feel nice in my arms.”
“I feel so safe with you. Don’t leave me tonight.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be your knight in shining armour.”
“I just want Harry.”
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on 2014-10-25 10:16 pm (UTC)That's adorable!
And you managed a nice version of old english. ;)
Very sweet, hon!
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on 2015-04-25 12:30 am (UTC)Very well done!
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on 2015-04-25 02:42 am (UTC)