Peace Offerings
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bleedingangel84Title: Peace Offerings
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Beta: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Random bit of randomness inspired by the prompts this week. Also inspired by: “Come to the dark side, we have cookies.” Don’t ask me why or how, ‘cause I don’t even know. Excuse this if the characters are a little OoC. Apparently, this is how I write when I’m tired. Hope everyone likes it anyhow. If you don’t, tell me that, too. Error correction is love. This has not been beta’ed.
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hogwarts365 Prompt #65-“This isn’t what I asked for”; Ruffle Dress; Black Coffee
Summary: Harry encounters Draco in a coffee shop. With cookies. Has he landed in an alternate dimension?
Peace Offerings
“This isn’t what I asked for. I said black coffee.”
“Black coffee is bitter, Potter.”
“I’m aware of that, Malfoy. I like it that way.”
“You need some sweetness in your life, Potter.”
“Life advice from Draco Malfoy?”
“Apparently. You look like someone stepped on your crup. I couldn’t stand that downtrodden look for another second. So, what happened?”
“I’m certain you’ve read it in The Prophet by now.”
“I don’t read that rag. I know firsthand just how biased their news reporting can be.”
“You would.”
“Yes, I was a horrible, spoilt little brat. I’m not anymore. You look like you need to bend someone’s ear, so I thought I’d volunteer.”
“And you brought me cookies. Couldn’t you get fired for that?”
“No. I paid for them myself.”
“Why?”
“Call it a belated thank you, if you must.”
“For?”
“You cannot be that thick.”
“Ahhh, there’s the Draco Malfoy I know and tolerate. The world makes sense again.”
“Sarcasm is my forte, Potter. It doesn’t suit you.”
“You don’t have the monopoly on it, y’know.”
“Potter…what happened?”
“Ginny dumped me.”
“What’d you do? Insult that horrible ruffle dress she always wears?”
“No. I didn’t do anything. She just hates the fact that I hate my fame. Doesn’t understand that I just want to be normal.”
“I hate to tell you this, Harry, but you bypassed normal when you were still in nappies. Are you sure you don’t want a cookie? They’ve got chocolate in.”
“Who are you, and what did you do with Draco Malfoy? I thought you were the essence of all things dark and evil.”
“Well you know what they say: the dark side has the best cookies.”
“You’re mental.”
“So I’ve been told. Do you feel better?”
“I do, oddly enough. Thanks. Malfoy.”
“Don’t mention it, Potter. Tell anyone, and I’ll kill you.”
“Keep dreaming, Draco. You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
“You’re no murderer.”
“I could be.”
“No you couldn’t.”
“What are you on about?”
“I was there, Draco. You were never Death Eater material. And I’m glad. You saved me.”
“Stop it. You’ll make me blush.”
“You look good in pink, Draco.”
“You are an evil bastard.”
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