Roommates (Drarry)

Chapter 9 - The Christening

*Draco pov*
The next morning I woke up in Harry's arms. I stayed there for a good fifteen minutes before remembering that my breakfast would go cold, and blew in Harry's ear to wake him up. He started and I grinned at him.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Breakfast will be going cold."

Down at breakfast the usual torrent of owls flooded into the Great Hall. One landed at our table and nearly stepped in my poached egg in its haste to give me the letter.

The handwriting I recognised as Blaise's. Tearing it open, I found two pieces of parchment - one ornately decorated and one an ordinary scrap. Putting the ornate one to one side I opened what I assumed to be the main letter.

Draco -

The baby came yesterday night! Little Vincent is the prettiest little thing you ever saw. The Christening is next week (Muggle birth celebration), since Blaise's father was a Christian. Hoping to see you there, invitation attached. Bring a date if you can ;)

- Pansy

The ornate parchment read,

Blaise and Pansy Zabini would like to invite Draco Malfoy to the Christening of their son.

Below was the date and venue.

I looked over at Harry, who was trying to read the letters upside down.

"I've been invited to a- Chuh- rister -ning."

"A what?"

"I don't know, it's some Muggle celebration." I passed him the piece of paper and he tried his best not to laugh.

"A Christening. Criss-a-ning. It's basically a Muggle birth celebration but they also do some religious stuff." He explained.

Bring a date if you can.

"Um- Harry?" Harry looked up. "Pansy thinks I should bring someone with me." Deep breath. I could do this. "Do you want to come?"

He smiled mischievously. "Like a date?"

I blushed. My brain was going into overdrive, my heart hammering through my ribs. "If you like." I said, a touch breathlessly.

"I would be honoured." He was now grinning like a Cheshire Cat, an expression which I was sure mirrored my own, and tucked into his bacon.

***

The following Saturday, Harry and I were pulling on dress robes. It was a Muggle ceremony, but since we were all wizards the dress code was robes rather than forcing them to try to dress like Muggles.

I went down to the common room when I was done, having changed in the bathroom - that way we would both be surprised by what the other was wearing.

Hearing footsteps, I adjusted my dress robes and ran a hand through my hair, but it was only Felicity.

"Hey, Malfoy." She said with a strong American accent. Felicity had originally gone to Ilvermornie, but had transferred to Hogwarts for her NEWTS.

"Edgecombe," I replied pleasantly.

"What's got you all dressed up?"

"I'm going to a - criss-a-ning." I tried my best to get the name right.

"I didn't realise wizards did those." She said, slightly surprised. Felicity was a half blood, with a Muggle mother and a wizard father.

"They don't, it's a Muggle thing, but Blaise's father was a Ch- some sort of religious Muggle so they're doing it in honour of him."