Day Twenty-Two: Precious
@microficmay, words: 104, ship: drarry, rating: G, additional challenge: format challenge - dialogueÂ
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It was Harry's second birthday since the end of the war. He was already three Butterbeers down, on his fourth Firewhiskey and had partied well into the fifth hour past midnight. He could barely hold himself up.Â
Harry: Who is that?
Ron: Uh?
Harry: The beautiful, magnificent, most precious guy with the flowers in his hair!
Ron: Draco? Â
Harry: Wow, even his name is pretty. Do you think he's single?Â
Ron: Draco?Â
Harry: [nods aggressively]Â
Ron: You mean, Draco, your boyfriend?Â
Harry: My boyfriend?Â
Ron: [nods, exasperated]
Harry: Wow! Then what am I doing here with you? I must take him home at once.
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