Word Count: 962
Rating: PG-13 this part
Prompt: Day 6 traditional - hot chocolate
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, Part three, Part four & Part five
Harry dived towards Draco, his heart beating against his ribs like the hooves of a mad hippogriff. It was too late though; the flashing light of the spell had enveloped Draco's body.
Tumbling around the tall grass, Harry's arms wrapped snugly around the blond's torso before he looked up, wandlessly casting Expelliarmus and then Impedimenta at the deranged witch.
"Draco, are you all right?" asked Harry in a high-pitched voice as his hands touched gingerly Draco's chest and body.
"Am fine, Potter," groaned Draco, shivering as Harry's hand absently caressed his abdomen.
"Take me to the hall of the drunken giants!" The witch yelled in a shrill tone that reminded Harry of a bothersome banshee. He squinted at the writhing, willowy body of the witch before taking out his wand to cast the spell to prevent the Animagus transformation.
Draco sat up on the grass, brushing fastidiously the sleeves of his robes. "Thank you, Harry," he drawled.
"Why in Merlin's beard did you jump towards her?" Harry scowled at Draco and nervously brushed his fingers through his hair until his black locks stuck every which way.
Draco gazed up at the cloudy sky before fixing his steely gaze on Harry. "I can recognise the cooking style of different house-elves," he said proudly.
"Reckon the spell affected your brain, too." Harry tapped Draco's forehead, his thumb rubbing against the silky hair.
"No, Potter," Draco said exasperatedly, leaning into Harry's touch. "This has to do with the plum pudding at your house."
"So you jumped in front of the spell because of the pudding?" Harry blinked owlishly at Draco, his worry forgotten at the strange words.
Draco stood up, taking a step back to glare at the witch, who kept mumbling about fallen giants. "You've arrested giants, Harry?" he said, cocking his head at the woman.
"Not that I can recall." Harry shrugged and heaved himself up the grass.
"Anyway, what I meant to say is that a Malfoy house-elf baked the pudding."
"Really?" said Harry, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Indeed." Draco snaked his hand beneath his robes to finger the anchor charm that he had found inside the pudding. "Mother must have sent it to you and her behaviour when we met her, highly unusual I might add, confirms it."
"So, what did Narcissa do?" said Harry.
Draco snorted at the familiar form of address before saying firmly, "Dear Potter, the pudding was the means to deliver us protection!"
"That was why the curse didn't affect you!" Harry said wonderingly, adding in a rushed voice, "You took a chance, though."
"It's obvious, Harry," said Draco triumphantly. "Mother had the house-elf bake the pudding with a protecting potion!"
"Oh!" said Harry breathlessly.
"That's why Granger and Weasley were here." Draco took the silver anchor, gazing down at it before putting it back in his pocket. "They must have brought a magical ingredient from Longbottom's greenhouse!"
"So that was why they all looked shifty!" growled Harry and smacked his fist into his palm, remembering when they met them at the front door and the startled looks on the faces of his best friends; even the unflappable Narcissa had seemed taken aback before she recovered her usual poise. Harry nodded at Draco, thankful that he had someone to see through Narcissa's labyrinthine plots.
"You gave me a fright," said Harry slowly.
"What you need is hot chocolate," said Draco, gazing at the distant town. "And I know just the place to get it."
"We have to get rid of her first," said Harry, glaring at the witch that could have hurt Draco if not for the protecting potion. Heaving a deep sigh, Harry took out the silver Snitch he had taken from the pudding, but at the last second put it inside his robes, remembering he already had a Portkey that would send the witch straight to Auror headquarters.
Harry's nostrils flared as he inhaled the sweet aroma wafting up from the cup he cradled between his hands; it brought the comfort of Hogwarts to his mind. He shook the cup and gazed down at the thick liquid. The white marshmallows that lazily swam upon it reminded Harry of the Giant Squid's tentacles.
"I'm grateful, Draco," he said slowly, gazing into the grey eyes he knew well. "But you shouldn't have jumped, even if we are protected by the pudding."
"I had to, Harry," said Draco determinedly. "I wasn't going to stand by and see you get hurt again. I should have done it when you were at the mercy of that bastard!"
"No, you would have been killed!" said Harry agitatedly. Remembering the terror that gripped his heart in the Room of Requirement, he went on, "I don't want you to die, Draco! That's why I had to save you during the Fiendfyre!"
"Really?" said Draco, lifting an eyebrow dubitatively.
"I wouldn't have saved just anyone at that moment, I'll let you know!" Harry said irritatedly, his hand reaching towards Draco's fingers. "I had to live to face Voldemort, I owed it to my parents and everyone, but seeing you hanging by your fingertips above the fire..."
Harry gulped, recalling the fear that clutched his heart at that moment. He took a deep breath and said in a rush, "Couldn't let you come to harm. It's why I saved you and later testified for your family during your trials. It's why I asked Bill to let me know how you were doing at Gringotts. D'you see?"
Draco's fingers squeezed his hand tightly whilst the Slytherin leaned forward, tilting his chin to find the perfect angle to brush his lips against Harry's. The two wizards began to kiss slowly and Harry shuddered when their tongues entwined. The kiss tasted of chocolate and Draco.