#dragonwick

- tomoewantsdolls

Written for Drarryland 2019 (so much fun!)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 733

Prompt: “Because of the anonymous nature of it, Harry or Draco accidentally buys the other in a charity auction for a date”

Sumary: It's a win-win situation!

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“Remind me again why I let you convince me to do this?”

Pansy rolls her eyes in the most exaggerated way possible. It must hurt. “Don't be dramatic. It's a win-win! For one, you get to better your public image giving an obscene amount of money to charity, aaand you get a date.”

He scoffs, indignant. “I don't have to rely on this kind of thing to get a date.”

“Really? How long it's been?”

Ages.

It has taken years for people to begin to forget their past, or at least politely ignore it, let alone consider him as a partner.

“Let me see whom you have bid for.” Pansy peers over his shoulder; her stilettos allows her to do so with a spare inch. In the card he can only read the answer of the intended date to general questions regarding their interests and such. No names, as it's supposed to incentivise for higher biddings. “My interests” Pansy reads “are quidditch and hanging out with friends. Seriously Draco? How can that be interesting?” She clicks her tongue before continuing. “What I appreciate in my partner: Humour, and don't being afraid of calling me out if I'm wrong. That definitely you can do. Do you think it's…?”

“Woods?”

“The Puddlemere new Captain? I admit he's a fine specimen, but he's not whom I would choose being you, anyway… Seriously? Quidditch for work and quidditch in the free time? Such a bore.”

Pansy continues her rant but Draco ignores her in favour to check the bustling room. Britain's finest witches and wizards wear their best robes for The Event of the Year. And amongst them the ones everyone is willing to spend a huge amount of money for charities in exchange for a possibility to date, as only the highest bidder wins that favour.

There is Gabrielle Delacour, a true beauty, only comparable with that of her sister's, and a remarkable wandmaker.

Talking to the Minister is Charlie Weasley, redheaded of course, but admittedly attractive, more than that if Draco is honest with himself. Tanned and muscular, his calculated movements hints those of someone who deals with unpredictable animals.

Draco cocks his head. That… could have been interesting, but his intended bid is for Oliver Wood, the acclaimed new captain of Puddlemere United, with an impressive record of victories.

The attention of the room is on him… and his interlocutor: the one and only Harry Potter, youngest Head Auror in history and a hairdresser nightmare.

The man knows how to wear a gala uniform though; Draco can appreciate a good tailor's job and wonders who the maker is and if he could ask them for a new robe. Someone who can highlight Potter's scrawny frame is a genius. He should ask Pansy, she has the ability to know these kinds of things. On the other side, Draco thinks, maybe that Auror training has paid off and Potter is now this side of slender. The right side. The expensive fabric seems to hug his chest and emphasize the muscles in his arms and thighs and… Merlin. Draco blinks and turns his head to look elsewhere. He can't help but twitch, uncomfortable in his own clothes. Pansy is still talking so he focuses on that and soon enough everything is in order.

“...This is the winning one, I tell you.” She said waving her shiny card. “I'm positive my bidding goes for the dragon tamer.”

“But he's a Weasley”

“You got eyes, right?” Well, he does indeed.

The man in question approaches Potter and gives him an amicable pat that would have crumbled lesser men. Potter's back holds the slap admirably, though. Draco can appreciate the tailor's fine job on the back of the jacket… and trousers.

“Attention, please! We are going to reveal the winners!” A thunderous rumbling of excitement fills the room. Pansy trembles by his side squeezing his arm. Suddenly he has a sense of foreboding that makes his stomach turn unpleasantly.

“Pansy…” he doesn't finish because in that moment his card explodes in a cloud of confetti and accompanying fanfare. He is barely conscious of some gasps and murmurs around him but he can only pay attention to the letters on his card:

 Congratulations!! Your bid is the winner for a date with Harry Potter! (Thanks for your generous donation)

For this instalment of House Challenges, house members were asked to tell us all about their House’s resident ghost! Who were they? How did they die? Why did they choose to stay behind? What are they like now?  Additionally, they were asked to submit some type of photo of their ghost, either artwork, a photo manip, or a moodboard!

Dragonwick House

Patrick -  He died because he sat in the corner of a room reading for so long that he forgot the rest of the world existed and... well, basically starvation. He stayed because there were so many stories he still hadn't discovered yet and now he's a very friendly nerd. 

For this instalment of House Challenges, the heads of the Drarryland houses were lost and needed help finding their common rooms. Each house was tasked to figure out:

the entrance to their common room and how to enter

Any landmarks to find, the password, or special tricks to gain access

the description of their common room and the location of the dorms

Additionally, they needed to submit an image of the common room (no moodboards allowed).

Dragonwick House

The entrance to Dragonwick is behind a bookcase in the Magic History section of the library. You can find it by the suit of armor standing nearby. To get inside, you must touch a sequence of books pertaining to the year Dragonwick was founded - any three books will do, but they must contain information about the year 1826. 

The common room is a mix between comfort and discipline. A portrait of Fergus in his golden years is keeping an eye on things - he knows better than to leave his house unattended. 

True to its reputation, Dragonwick is brimming with books. Plants are scattered about and receive sunlight from a handy little charm on the false windows that mimics real sunlight, without damaging the books with bleaching rays or hungry insects. 

The ceiling is low but the walls are bright, so one gets the feeling of visiting a lively cave. The dorms are tucked away under the common room, down a flight of stairs in the middle of the room. 

Since the start of gameplay, the houses have had a few assignments to get creative and earn extra points. The first assignment was to come up with a bio for the house founder, and for extra points, design a chocolate frog card.

D R A G O N W I C K

Gene Tierney