Word Count: 770
Rating: PG-13 this part
Prompt: Day 3 - red and green ornaments
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns them, not me. This is for mischief's sake, not profit.
Author's Notes: This is for slythindor100 's Christmas challenge picture prompts. Sequel of Part one & Part two
"Now that we've finished, perhaps you would like to explain things?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows at Ron.
"Sure," Ron glanced at Harry. "The reason why…"
A bright glow came from the walls, interrupting Ron's explanation. Harry's face lit up when he recognised Hermione's Patronus. The passage of the playful silvery otter through the parlour illuminated briefly a tree, bereft of Christmas cheer. Draco scrunched up his eyebrows when he saw it.
"Ron, could you please come over here? Something's come up." The otter waved its ghostly muzzle around the room. "Sorry, Harry and Malfoy, but I need to talk to him."
"Wait," said Ron, standing up. "How did you know Malfoy was here?"
Shaking his head, he grabbed a fistful of dried raisins from the bowl on the centre of the table. "Never mind, George probably told you." He smiled at Harry and cocked his head at the chimney. "Mind if I use your Floo?"
"Go ahead, Ron."
Ron walked up to the chimney, patting a huge carton box which stood by the hearth. "Careful of those Christmas baubles, Harry. George is testing a new product."
Harry shrugged when Draco lifted his eyebrow enquiringly.
When they were alone, he fidgeted on his chair, casting glances at Draco. "Reckon you want to know why Ron brought you here?"
"I wouldn't mind knowing," said Draco sharply.
"Well, the reason is really…"
Noticing Harry's tentativeness, Draco lifted his hand. "I see you haven't decorated it."
Draco smirked and waved his hand at the tree. "Let's talk whilst we set it up." Groaning at Harry's befuddled expression, he added, "Always wanted to do it, but the house-elves beat me to it."
Harry went to the chimney to get George's box. Opening it casually, he noticed it was full with red and golden baubles. He squinted at them, imagining Draco's reaction at the Gryffindor colours.
"Come on, Potter, we don't have all day!" Draco said, fingering the soft needles of the tree.
"Fine," growled Harry, and then he cast a wandless spell that turned the golden baubles green to honour his guest.
Harry's explanation lasted until he hung the last red ornament.
"So Granger believes your magic is unstable?" Draco said. He worried his lip whilst he bent down to grab a green bauble.
"It's the only explanation." Harry pointed to the walls. "Like I told you, weird things happen around here when I have guests. Ron and I thought it was the magic of the house but last week, it started happening at work."
"What did Shacklebolt do?"
"I'm on light duty," Harry said, his shoulders drooping.
"You should've become a Curse-Breaker then." Draco reached his hand towards Harry and patted his back.
"Why?" Harry stepped back, glancing intently at the tree. The baubles were evenly spaced around it but there was a spot above the top of his head, the height of a troll's knee, which lacked any adornment.
"That job requires puzzling things out and brief spurts of intense magic." Draco shrugged. "This comes in handy because my magic is also acting up."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry said, hefting a shiny green bauble.
"Don't be," said Draco. "Mother thought it was my wand at first, but this continued when I used my old one after you gave it back. Thanks by the way."
Whilst Draco talked, Harry gazed at his reflection on the bauble and tried to flatten his unruly black hair.
"It was nothing," said Harry at last, heaving a deep sigh. He pointed at the tree. "There's that spot left."
"I'll conjure a ladder." Draco stuck his hand inside his pocket, ready to fish out his wand, but Harry held his arm.
"Don't do it!" he said urgently, "I told you magic goes weird around here."
Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry and then took out his wand, swishing it at the box. The ornaments flew up into the air and marched towards the tree, before settling down onto the top branches.
"Well, that was good."
"Sometimes my spells work, but then I go home and …" Draco trailed off and shrugged, putting his wand back in his pocket. "Unexpected things occur."
"We're two of a kind then," Harry said. He walked towards the box and looked down.
"I'm going to kill George!" growled Harry. "The bloody box is full again."
Draco shivered all over at Harry's heartfelt groan. He sauntered towards him and glanced down. The ornaments lay on neat rows, like the eggs of a particularly prolific owl. Smirking at Harry, he nudged his elbow and then drawled, "We could use them on our tree. What do you say to a trip to the Manor, Harry?"