Word Count: 484
Prompt: Day 16 traditional - candles and wine
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, Part fourteen & Part fifteen
"So what are those ley lines again?" Harry said, hefting his glass of red wine.
"Energy lines," said Draco. "I've found them referenced in the books I've consulted during my Gringotts work."
Harry glanced around at the room. It wasn't the main dining room at the Manor; it felt cosier somehow.
Draco saluted him with his glass of wine. "I'm glad you decided to stay for the night."
"Reckon Narcissa's invitation came in handy." Harry caressed the smooth stem of the glass, his shoulders drooping. The disquieting news imparted by Draco had turned a joyous day into a thoughtful evening.
"Why are you so pensive?" Draco leaned forwards to ruffle Harry's hair.
"It's too much," Harry said with a sigh. "Those bloody prophecies annoy me!"
"I can understand," said Draco. "Your friends might come up with something, though. I owled them the news."
"That's good." Harry gazed sharply at Draco. "How did you know?"
Draco fidgeted with his red napkin. "I have sources."
Harry lifted the rim of his glasses with his pinkie, wiggling his eyebrows. "Reckon they are twin sources."
"Hard to miss the signs, Draco," Harry grinned at his boyfriend. "You three are thick as thieves, as Bill told me."
"I forget Bill is your inside source," said Draco admiringly. "Quite Slytherin of you."
"Also used the observational skills Auror training left me with," said Harry with a shrug. "The last teacher I had was quite worse than Moody, let me tell you."
"I can see that."
"Am glad you told me, Draco." Harry pushed aside his half-finished dish. The new worries had done nothing for his appetite.
"Didn't want you stalking me, Harry," said Draco insinuatingly.
Harry blushed. "I had to follow you during Sixth Year and…"
"That's fine, Harry."
Hermione read the parchment containing the prophecy, nursing her thumb. Malfoy had used a very irascible eagle owl.
"I don't know what it means," she glanced at Ron, who was staring at the window of their apartment. "What do you think?"
"I don't like it at all, Mione. That prophecy reminds me of the whole thing with You-Know-Who. I wonder if he didn't have a backup plan in case Harry won."
"Why would he?" Hermione said shrewdly. "He was confident in his Death Eaters."
"Malfoy wasn't such a good Death Eater."
"He wasn't, was he? What kind of a Death Eater saves Fred?"
"No, I mean Lucius," said Ron. "He looked so wan; though I imagine living with You-Know-Who could do that to anyone."
Hermione shuddered. "It must have been nightmarish for the Malfoys."
"Wonder why You-Know-Who stayed there," said Ron wonderingly.
"The Manor is quite spacious."
"But there were other rich Death Eaters," said Ron. "Whatever, I'm glad Narcissa redecorated."
"So am I," said Hermione in a small voice. She didn't want to remember what had transpired there, and the new decoration helped when they visited there.