Title: Switching Sides
Word Count: 168
Scenario: Both characters share dinner alone, and share soft murmurs and thoughts on the end of the war (which had just ended two/three weeks earlier). This is the first time both characters have really talked since the end of the war.
Author's Note: I found this one quite difficult...
"I just wish I'd known earlier." Harry glanced almost shyly at his companion, gaze drawn, as always, to Lucius' shimmering hair and flashing eyes.
"Yes, well. We all wish things that shall never come to pass, do we not?"
Harry couldn't argue with that. He tried to think of something else to say, but found nothing of import that hadn't already been muttered.
The dinner had been exquisite, as expected: Malfoy's house elves knew better than to disappoint.
Lucius rose slowly, dabbing the sides of his mouth with a lace-edged napkin.
"You made the right choice, in the end. That is what matters."
He sauntered to Harry and held out a hand; the young man took it with no hesitation.
"To the victors go the spoils?" Lucius' mouth twitched upward as he and Harry retired to the sitting room.
Harry grinned, knowing his betrayal of his friends had been worth it.
The Sorting Hat had been wrong, putting him in Gryffindor.
For now he knew: Winning was everything.