Rock Paper Scissors.
“Three... Two… One,” Pansy announced, each word ramping up the tension.
Every person sat at their table in the Leaky Cauldon had their gazes fixed on Harry and Draco. The two wizards glared at each other.
Draco thrust out his fist and didn’t unclench it. Then he winced. Harry’s hand was flat, his palm raised.
Harry smirked. “Paper wraps rock,” he said, green eyes gleaming. “And that’s best of three. Looks like I win, Malfoy.”
Draco grimaced. “Looks like you do,” he answered. “So, what’s your prize?”
“You,” Harry replied, not hesitating for a moment. “Dinner tomorrow, eight o’clock sharp."
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Written for the lovely @drarrymicrofic for their prompt of: paper.
Thank you @iero0 for giving it the once over.
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