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fantasyfiend09Title: The Arrangement (2 of ?)
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Word Count: 367
Rating: G for now
Prompt: Owl in flight
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed.
The restaurant was warm and bright with a large fireplace crackling away in the far wall. A young woman with too much make-up greeted him and took his coat in exchange for a piece of paper with a number. Harry was glad to be rid of the damp garment, but he took the coat check as an indication of what the cost of the food might be. He looked around the room, but he didn't recognise any of the patrons.
An older woman approached him. She had a stern face and her hair was pulled into a tight bun, reminding him of a slightly blonder McGonagall. She asked if he had a reservation, and he was disappointed her accent wasn't Scottish.
“I'm meeting someone,” he told her. “Draco Malfoy.”
Her lip twitched at the distinctly un-Muggle name. “I'll take you to your table, Sir.”
She led him past tables of diners until he could see that the fireplace in fact divided a section of the long room from the rest. At a table on the over side of the fire sat a pale man with sharp figures and cornsilk hair reading a leather-bound menu by the firelight. He looked up as they approached and offered Harry a small smile.
“I've already ordered a bottle.” Draco gestured to the bottle of red wine and two glasses. It looked as if he had already been working on his own as he waited. “I hope you don't mind.”
Harry picked up the glass and appreciated the rich aroma before taking a sip. It was dry and fruity, and warmed him in a way the fire did not. “It's good.”
Draco smiled more fully before setting his menu aside and turning to face Harry more fully. “I'm glad you came, Harry. I wasn't sure if you received my owl.”
It was a minor chastisement, but Harry felt no remorse. The snow might be lovely and soft here in Wiltshire, but it was a proper storm out in Devon. No owl deserved to fly through it twice. “You owl is enjoying a sausage by the fire. I'll send him home once the weather improves.”
Part 3
Author:
fantasyfiend09 Word Count: 367
Rating: G for now
Prompt: Owl in flight
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed.
The restaurant was warm and bright with a large fireplace crackling away in the far wall. A young woman with too much make-up greeted him and took his coat in exchange for a piece of paper with a number. Harry was glad to be rid of the damp garment, but he took the coat check as an indication of what the cost of the food might be. He looked around the room, but he didn't recognise any of the patrons.
An older woman approached him. She had a stern face and her hair was pulled into a tight bun, reminding him of a slightly blonder McGonagall. She asked if he had a reservation, and he was disappointed her accent wasn't Scottish.
“I'm meeting someone,” he told her. “Draco Malfoy.”
Her lip twitched at the distinctly un-Muggle name. “I'll take you to your table, Sir.”
She led him past tables of diners until he could see that the fireplace in fact divided a section of the long room from the rest. At a table on the over side of the fire sat a pale man with sharp figures and cornsilk hair reading a leather-bound menu by the firelight. He looked up as they approached and offered Harry a small smile.
“I've already ordered a bottle.” Draco gestured to the bottle of red wine and two glasses. It looked as if he had already been working on his own as he waited. “I hope you don't mind.”
Harry picked up the glass and appreciated the rich aroma before taking a sip. It was dry and fruity, and warmed him in a way the fire did not. “It's good.”
Draco smiled more fully before setting his menu aside and turning to face Harry more fully. “I'm glad you came, Harry. I wasn't sure if you received my owl.”
It was a minor chastisement, but Harry felt no remorse. The snow might be lovely and soft here in Wiltshire, but it was a proper storm out in Devon. No owl deserved to fly through it twice. “You owl is enjoying a sausage by the fire. I'll send him home once the weather improves.”
Part 3