Written for the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server. The prompt was FLAG, WC: 443
Draco flipped through the channels on his Muggle television. He really shouldnât have listened to Theo when he said it was worth it. The thing was bulky, ugly, and the reception was poorer than the Weaselâs bank vault.Â
Still, when it afforded him a way to pass the time and the lonely nights, Draco could admit it held some charm. He especially liked the QVC shopping channel. He may have bought one or two priceless pieces of Muggle art, and a Dustbuster that he was more than pleased with.Â
Turning to pick up his Dustbuster, Draco vacuumed the stray flakes of pastry and then set it down again. He licked his fingers and hesitated when he changed the channel and an old black and white horror movie came on.Â
Frankensteinâs Daughter.
Hmmm. That certainly looked good for a laugh, but Draco scrunched his nose. He was looking for something else.Â
He zapped through the channels at a record pace until he reached the international ones. Suddenly, he was looking at an overhead shot of a racetrack. Staring, Draco raised an eyebrow as the announcer said, âIn a few short moments, the race will begin. Wilkinson definitely has something to prove today, but I think the crowd will be looking at Heathwood to see if he can catch up.âÂ
Draco was just about to change the channel when the camera zoomed in on a person on a little platform hovering slightly above the starting line.
Surely not. And most definitely not wearing the skimpiest short shorts Draco had ever seen in his entire life. Merlin, half his arse was hanging out.Â
Draco licked his lips and leaned in closerâthe static of the tv screen getting fuzzier.
âHere we go!â the announcer shouted. âThe race will begin and itâs a newcomer from England whoâs going to wave the starting flag!âÂ
Dracoâs mouth dropped open in shock.
âHarry Potterâa young British celebrity of obscure fameâhas the flag in his handâŚâ
Leaning against the railing, Potter shimmied his arse and held the flag across his body. There was a loud countdown and when it reached one, Harry whipped the green flag and the cars were off, zooming like bullets and sounding like mosquitoes.Â
It was preposterous. PotterâHarryâwas currently in the States waving a flag at some sort of race car event and Draco just so happened to see him.
Draco immediately got up and wiped the crumbs from his shirt.Â
He needed to get to the Ministry and Portkey to wherever the Indy 500 took place at once. This was too good to pass up.
