I Gift to You
@restlessandordinary OKAY, two things. One, I had this idea in my head and it is probably WAY different than you originally planned. Sorry about that. Two, this is later than I told you I would get it out. Sorry about that. Three, if you’ve got an AO3, I would like to have it so that I can gift this to you, since it is longer than a normal drabble and can stand as a oneshot.
The first time it happened, Draco swore it was just a slip up. He wouldn’t do it again. Nope. Potter certainly didn’t deserve his generosity. Because that was exactly what this was. People didn’t give him enough credit when it came to being nice.
It’s just that the sight of the eleven-year-old in glasses that weren’t fitting his face, were horribly old, fading in color and just not aesthetically pleasing, had him wanting to rectify this travesty immediately. This wasn’t because he cared or anything. Nope. This was doing everyone else a favor. Really. It benefited society by no one having to see the hideous specs.
Draco timed it perfectly. He knew that Potter tended to spend longer eating than everyone else. Certainly, longer than Weasley. The redhead inhaled food quicker than he did air. So, when Potter was about to leave for his morning class, Draco signaled the school owl that he had trained to wait for his mark. It took weeks to train the bloody bird. The only problem was that the bird was now attached to him. Which hadn’t been previously intended. At least the owl had proper taste.
The brown barn owl swooped down, catching the attention of a few stragglers but otherwise the notice was limited.
Confusion was the first expression that Draco could make out. He knew that the Gryffindor probably wondered why his snowy owl hadn’t delivered the mail, but the boy was too curious to not open it. Not exactly the smartest thing to do but that was just his own suspicious nature coming forward.
The confusion quickly bled into shock before a genuinely pleased glint appeared in the brunette’s eyes.
Instructions had been placed in the package, because Draco knew that intelligence was the reason the reckless idiot hadn’t been placed into Ravenclaw. The glasses were charmed to stay on his face until the wearer wished them off. They would mold to the user’s needs, whether the eye sight got worse with age or not. Not to mention, the frames would change to match the user’s outfit, ensuring that they remain elegant at all times. Which was a deal breaker in his opinion.
Draco’s resolve to allow this to be a brief moment of weakness and a onetime instance, shattered at the flush on Potter’s face and a shy grin flickered on the Gryffindor’s lips.
Salazar, this wasn’t supposed to happen. The git wasn’t allowed to make him feel like this. Draco Lucius Malfoy doesn’t do sappy feelings.
Angrily, Draco made his way swiftly towards the entrance, inwardly cursing Potter’s existence. It wasn’t until he almost reached the door that he heard Longbottom’s question.
“Oh, wow. Those are pretty expensive. Who sent them to you?”
“No idea.” Potter’s tone was a little awed. “The note just says, ‘To fix your face, finally’.”
Draco was determined that the second time still be counted as a slip up. This wasn’t going to be a regular thing. Nope. Not at all. Because that was just silly. Draco Lucius Malfoy doesn’t do nice things for other people. Especially to Potter.
Unfortunately, the delivery was not as well timed as last year’s gift. The other two members of the Idiotic Trio were still around.
his the school owl struggle to carry the packages and it caused
a twinge of guilt inside Draco. He couldn’t trust any other owls to do the job,
so the bird would have to do it alone.
When Potter looked to the owl, it was clear that he recognized the bird. The Gryffindor reached out a hand to softly pet the owl before opening the packages with gusto.
Draco couldn’t hear what was going on from where he sat, but he could tell that the other boy had gasped. It was the way the eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open slowly. Which was a great reaction so far. He knew that his gift would mean something. Not that he cared about that.
The silence was killing him. He needed to know what was being said. Draco slowly made to the end of the table, pretending that he was listening to a few of his housemate’s conversations before using that as a reason to go a different route towards the exit.
Just as he passed, he caught the beginning of Weasley’s questions.
“What is it? Why would someone send you books full of scribbles?”
Draco rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Scribbles. That one actually hurt.
“It’s not scribbles, Ron!” Granger corrected. “I think it’s in Parseltongue.”
“It is.” Potter whispered, fingers running over the title of the first book. Behind the Wonders of Parseltongue Volume I: The History of the Snake Language and Why it’s a Blessing and Not a Curse.
“Why do you think they sent it?” Weasley asked, eyeing the book warily.
“To send me a message.” Answered Potter, placing the book in his lap, only to pick up the second one. Behind the Wonders ofParseltongue Volume II: The Astonishing Accomplishments that Parseltongue has Brought to the World.
“What message? Because they think you are Slytherin’s Heir?”
Draco wasn’t going to even bother coming up with a mental reply for that one.
“No.” Potter shook his head. “So that I can love all parts of me. Even the ones that are perceived as evil.”
The insight had Draco fighting off a flush. That was not his intention… not exactly. He just hated the thought of others degrading Potter’s ability just because they don’t understand it. There is nothing wrong with being a Parselmouth. It wasn’t dark, vile or even evil.
“Does the note say who it’s from?” There was suspicion in Granger’s tone, which had Draco scoffing internally. If he had wanted to harm Potter, he would have. It’s not like the brunette even spell checks the gifts. Which was actually pretty moronic, but that was just Draco’s thought on the matter.
“No, it just says, ‘To learn something, for once’.”
The evidence against this being a onetime incident was becoming a reach, even in Draco’s own mind. But that was beside the point.
So far, this would probably be his worst idea yet. This was getting rather personal… but he couldn’t allow this year to continue with the mass hysteria that everyone walked around with. Not when it was a farce to begin with.
This time, he chose to have Russet—not that he named the infernal bird—deliver the gift during a nighttime study session the Idiotic Trio were having in the Library.
When a light scratching drew Potter’s attention to the window next to him, Draco stepped into the shadows of an alcove.
“Oh, it’s you.” Potter’s voice took a happy glint to it.
Draco watched him rip of the packaging and freeze. This was a normal reaction, but he just hoped that the brunette wouldn’t become angry.
News clippings, articles posted in obscure news outlets, court records and even statements made by the accused where staring up at Potter.
He watched Potter’s brow furrow slightly with each passing minute until he was full blown frowning as each parchment was leafed through.
“Hermione!” Potter whisper yelled as his voice cracked.
“What? What is it? Oh, your anonymous friend sent you something?” Granger hadn’t looked up from her book on Medieval Flobberworms and Why They Were the Downfall of Mermish Society, as she walked down the aisle.
“Hermione, can the Wizengamot sentence someone to Azkaban without a trial?”
That caused Granger to peer up at him in confusion. “No, it violates several laws and is illegal.”
Potter thrusted all of the articles harshly as Weasley came around the other side of the table and read over their shoulders.
“Oh.” Granger whispered, blinking rapidly. “This isn’t good.”
“Black is innocent, isn’t he?” There was a miserable confusion in Potter’s tone. But Draco couldn’t have admitted that he knew from his father that Black truly hadn’t been a Death Eater, without revealing sources.
“Let me guess.” Weasley began sarcastically. “There’s no signature?”
“Just a note that says, ‘To provide the proof that has always been there, idiot’.”