See disclaimer in Chapter 1. I don't own 'em.

Thanks to Kate for the prompt. I went above and beyond on this one … *snickers*


Prompt: 5 words starting with P


Harry winced, drawing his head back out of the flames. His hurried consultation with George had not gone well.

"Don't panic," Harry cautioned.

"PANIC?" Draco roared, his already flushed face darkening with rage.

"He doesn't have the antidote on hand. He can brew some, but it will take a few hours."

Draco's jaw tightened as he struggled to express himself, his frustration growing as the seconds ticked by.


Harry's brow furrowed. He was having the damndest time understanding Draco, which was only adding to the blond's fury.

"Can't you write it down?"

"Prohibited," Draco snapped, taking a French-English dictionary off the shelf and hurling it at Harry. He looked at him expectantly. "Postponed? Pourquoi?"

Harry thumbed through the book. "Oh, why? Um, because he doesn't have all the ingredients on hand."


Harry bit his lip, not following.

"Purchase, Potter!" Draco insisted, gesticulating wildly. "Procure promptly!"

"Er, oh! You want me to go buy the ingredients?"


"I can't. Something about one of the components being part of a restricted class. George says he'll have to file paperwork with the Ministry to get it."

"Perfect," Draco groaned, collapsing on the sofa.

"You're sure you can't write?" Harry asked, sitting on the edge of the sofa, his hand resting comfortingly against Draco's leg.


Harry stroked his thigh, massaging small circles against the taut muscle underneath the soft wool.

"I wish there was something I could for you, Draco."

"Pity," Draco said, looking dejected.

"I do," Harry answered, squeezing his leg. "But you should have known better than to take a sweet from George."

Draco pursed his lips, seemingly torn between a scowl and a smirk.


"Which one?" Harry laughed.


"Rose gave you the Alphabet Pop, eh? Was it at least tasty?"

Draco wrinkled his nose.