Word Count: 1,020
Prompt: Day 14 traditional - red candy
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, Part six, Part seven, Part eight, Part nine, Part ten, Part eleven, Part twelve & Part thirteen
"So, what do you think it means?" Harry cocked his head towards the table on the parlour, laden with books they had brought from Hogwarts.
"Let's see what we have so far," said Hermione, ticking off on her fingers. "Lucius told you Voldemort was working on a curse which has to do with the solstice. Then we have your magic going haywire."
Hermione looked at Draco, who was lounging on the couch.
The blond raised his eyebrows and drawled, "My magic is off too, Granger." He shrugged, gazing sharply at Harry. "Though now that you mention it, the incidents calmed down ever since Harry and I met here."
"That prophecy Ron mentioned worries me," said Harry, slouching on the couch and placing his feet upon the stool next to Draco.
The blond sniffed at Harry's uncouth manners but the Auror just shrugged and said, "I hate prophecies!"
"Harry, I don't think that bloody prophecy counts anymore," said Ron. "Happened ages ago, before we battled the Death Eaters and he Light won over You-Know-Who."
"I'm afraid that's not how it works, Weasley," said Draco. He patted Harry's ankle and nudged aside the stool to stand up. "True prophecies would take into account Harry's victory. It's like a geis, it binds you and you have to fulfil it no matter what."
Remembering the book he'd bought in Oxford Street and the myths he'd uncovered, Draco shuddered. He had read that the geis was used on heroes. He exchanged a significant glance with Hermione and cocked his eyebrows at Harry, who was looking at the table and the two sweets upon it.
Hermione took a deep breath and nodded minutely.
"Why the winter solstice, though?" said Harry, turning to look at Hermione.
It was Ron who answered, "Because it's the longest night. Think about it, mate. Days keep getting shorter."
"It's had importance since the Neolithic," said Hermione in a no-nonsense voice. "Archaeological sites in Newgrange and Stonehenge suggest it."
Draco glanced at the table and the heart-shaped candy. He stepped towards it and grabbed one, snapping it in half with a small cracking sound.
"Malfoy, I wouldn't eat…" Ron started to say.
Draco snorted. "I'm hungry, Weasley. I've spent a lot of energy." He leered discreetly at Harry, who blushed.
Draco sucked on the candy and the sight of his pouty lips wrapped around the sweet caused Harry to grab hastily one of Hermione's books to hide his arousal.
"Honeydukes?" Draco said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Obviously it comes from…"
Draco lifted his hand. "Doesn't matter, Hermione. It's strange that my magic and Harry's seem to stabilise one another."
Draco gazed thoughtfully at the fire on the chimney whilst the others stared transfixed at the fur that started to sprout from the sides of his head. His ear shells changed shape until Draco was sporting pointy, silver-furred ears, reminding Harry of the foxes that he encountered in the woods when they searched the Horcruxes.
"I don't like the coincidence of these events starting to multiply near the winter solstice," drawled Draco. "Nor these prophecies you told us about cropping up unexpectedly."
A thin appendage peeked from beneath the hem of Draco's robes. Hermione gasped in shock when she recognised the furry tip of a tail.
Turning to Harry, Ron mouthed, 'Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.'
Harry nodded dumbly.
Draco swirled around, the Trio gasping in amazement at the sight of the long whiskers growing from his sculpted cheeks.
"Why don't you lot say something?" said Draco in a loud voice whilst his whiskers twitched in anger; then they curled upwards as he flashed them his trademark smirk. "Kneazle got your tongue?"
Ron sniggered. "Reckon it was a fox, Malfoy!"
Hermione's lips twitched as she valiantly fought to stifle her laughter; Harry wasn't so successful, though. The Auror laughed raucously whilst Draco glared at him, the silver tail wiggling and pointing menacingly towards Harry like a furry wand.
"Potter, why are you laughing?" roared Draco.
"You ate," said Harry between gales of laughter, "prank candy!"
"Ought to last 15 minutes," piped up Ron, before resuming his sniggering.
Draco threw the half-eaten candy into the chimney and stomped towards the mirror hanging above the shelf, his tail furiously slashing through the air in a gesture Hermione found quite familiar. It reminded her of Crookshanks, and she finally burst into laughter to Draco's growing anger.
He squeaked at his reflection on the mirror and took out his wand to Disapparate, not before turning to snarl at Harry. Draco's pained grimace sobered up the Auror but it was too late, his boyfriend was gone.
"What will I do?" moaned Harry, ruffling his hair.
"You'll think of something, mate," said Ron consolingly as he leaned towards Harry and patted his broad shoulder.
"I'm sure you will," said Hermione softly, after she had recovered her composure. "Quite frankly, I was missing the sight of the two of you fighting like cats and... foxes."
Harry glared at her.
The lean man unfolded his long limbs from the chimney. Straightening up, he brushed the ash off of his robes, his long red locks brushing against his shoulders. "Why did you call me, Draco?"
"I do not appreciate becoming the unwitting victim of your prank, Weasley!" growled Draco, his fingers brushing his smooth cheeks as if he sought a remainder of the pesky whiskers.
"Sorry, mate," said the man, his wicked smirk belying the succinct apology.
Draco scowled at the visitor, finally turning to look at the hedges in the garden of the Manor, visible through the French windows. "What do you have to report?"
He muttered through clenched teeth, "I wonder sometimes why I used Levilipetrus to save you, Fred."
"Glad you did, grumpy git!" Fred Weasley beamed at Draco, having watched the effects of their prank thanks to Luna's pensieve plus Ron's memory.
"To answer your question, George and I finally managed to slip one of the devices we've been working on into Unspeakable headquarters. Very interesting stuff."
"I must say your talents complement mine, in my ventures in and out of Gringotts." Draco said, his lips quirking upwards in a Slytherin smirk.