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I'm in the mood to write drabbles. Who wants to play? Give me a prompt, any old prompt, and I'll do a 250 word drabble. ScarletQuill and FaeryQueen07 [http://www . fanfiction . net/s/5669633/1/] are playing along, too.

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Prompt: Jaunty

"It says it means 'having a buoyant or self-confident air or being crisp and dapper in appearance,'" Harry read, looking up with a frown.

Ron made an impatient motion, and Harry sighed, opening the dictionary again.

"'Dapper: Neatly or stylishly dressed,'" Harry read dutifully, flipping toward the front when he was done. "'Buoyant: Lighthearted or gay.'"

Ron's cheeks reddened, his hands fisting at his sides.

"See? I told you Malfoy was taking the piss when he called my jumper jaunty!" he cried, glaring at the blond sitting next to Harry. "Smug git. It was his way of calling me a bloody poofter!"

Harry stared at his friend for a few seconds, marveling at the redhead's stupidity.

"Weasley," Draco drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "I am, as you so eloquently put it, a 'poofter'. As is Harry. We are, in fact, 'poofters' together."

Ron squeaked out a quiet apology, his blush darkening. He picked at a loose thread on his natty, worn-out jumper, studying it carefully.

"So you really think my jumper is jaunty?" he asked, looking up.

Draco rolled his eyes, shoving the heavy dictionary back into Harry's hands.

"This time, look up sarcasm."