A Question of Propriety

[bleedingangel84]

Title:  A Question of Propriety

Author: bleedingangel84

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Characters: Harry, Draco, Arthur, Molly

Word Count: 395

Warnings: Slightly suggestive dialogue

Written for: JMDC #82- list of words: peppermint, penguin, parlor, present, proper

Summary: Draco schools Harry on what makes a proper gift.

A/N: No beta. If you see errors, please tell me.

A Question of Propriety

“Draco! Hurry up! Molly and the family are expecting us at dinner in a half hour, and we still have to wrap Arthur’s present,” Harry called up the stairs.

“I’m coming, Potter! Do keep your knickers on, won’t you?” Draco answered. “How on earth do you wrap a rubber duck, anyway? That’s not a proper gift, Harry.”

“What’s so improper about it? Arthur will love it. He adored that small stuffed penguin we got him last year. He set it in the parlor as soon as they began decorating,” Harry pointed out.

“A proper gift would be a bottle wine, or perhaps some chocolates. Anything but a rubber duck. Aren’t you the least embarrassed to have him open something like that?” Draco inquired.

“No, but I do wonder how I’m going to wrap it. It looks very lumpy, doesn’t it?” Harry mused.

“Honestly, Potter, are you a wizard or not?” Draco asked.

He pulled out his wand and wrapped the gift neatly with a quick spell, complete with a red bow around the neck and gold paper.

“That’s really cute, Draco,” Harry said, beaming.

“Malfoys do not do cute, Harry,” Draco explained. “I just wanted to be sure the thing was wrapped properly.”

“Forgive me, oh great Master of wrapping, what would I do without your brilliant skills?” Harry teased.

“Give badly wrapped presents, I suppose,” Draco rejoined. “I have more skills I’d like to put to better use now, Potter. Get over here.”

“Draco, we do have to go soon, you know. We don’t have time for that,” Harry replied.

“Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, Potty. Not every comment I make is reference to sex, you know.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, you quite like my mind in the gutter, and you know it,” Harry pouted.

“True, I do at that,” Draco claimed, pulling Harry in for a deep kiss.

“Mmm, have you been into my stash of candy canes? You taste like peppermint. I like it,” Harry stated.

“Yes, and I had a rather marvellous idea how we could use them, but the family is waiting. We’d better go.”

“Draco, you have very lousy timing, do you know that?” Harry whined.

“Now, now. Be good tonight and maybe I’ll give you one of your presents early,” Draco promised.

“You’d better deliver, Draco,” Harry barked crankily.

“A Malfoy always delivers.”