I Need A Drink
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ustorycollectorTitle: Chapter 5: In Which Harry Decides He Has To Do Something
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling and associates are the legal owners of these characters and settings. I am writing for pleasure not profit
Warnings: None for this chapter
Rating: PG - again for this chapter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 1,176
Summary: Harry and Draco are colleagues, who become friends who become... A simple love story about two not so simple boys.
Author's Notes: This is my first Drarry fic, and also my first Drarry series... obviously! I hope I'm doing it right. This fic is also available on tumblr and AO3 where you can find more of the story that I will be posting here. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Harry watches as Ron finishes reading over the witness statement they had collected that afternoon. Ron’s long fingers run over every word, a self-filling quill dangling from his mouth as he frowns in concentration. He has more freckles than normal. The last few weeks have been sunny, and now that they’ve found someone who can sort of match Harry’s seeker skills Ron has been dragging them out for games of Quidditch at least once a weekend.
Ron’s frown deepens and Harry leans over to look at what has Ron stumped. Mrs Blake had rambled on a bit, and Harry reads the sentence that Ron is going over, trying to figure out what she could have meant. Ron takes the quill out of his mouth and draws a circle around the offending words. Harry knows before Ron takes a breath what he’s about to say.
“We should definitely have a look at our memories of this,” Harry mutters and Ron glances at him, rolling his eyes and chucking the transcript down on their desk.
“Do you want to go and ask for a pensieve now? Or wait until Monday?” Ron scratches his head, his flame red hair sticking up at odd angles, and rubs his neck. Harry glances at the clock. He really wants to be in the pub in the next fifteen minutes, which is not going to happen if they get sucked into their memories.
“Do you really think that Potter is going to say ‘now’? It’s six o’clock on a Friday, Weasley,” a soft voice drawls behind Harry and Ron grins, his eyes shining. Harry turns to see Malfoy leant against the partition, his grey eyes boring into Harry's. Harry feels the heat of a blush rising in his neck and he fidgets in his chair, his t-shirt suddenly feeling tight around his neck.
“Ok, do you have a spare vial Malfoy, mate,” Ron stands and stretches. Harry turns and frowns at him, not really sure what Ron is thinking, his mind still on the relaxed way that Malfoy is standing, the easy smile, the intense eyes. Ron looks at him and sighs, rolling his eyes, “by Monday the memory might be warped. We can take them out now and leave them here to be looked at later…”
Harry nods and gets his wand out as Malfoy hands Ron a vial. Harry watches as Ron mutters, pulling a long, thin strand of silver out of his temple and placing it in the vial. He hands it to Harry who starts to pull the memory out of his own brain, trying not to think about Malfoy and how close he is behind him.
“Right,” Ron exclaims cheerfully when Harry is finished, “come on then.” Harry stands, shoving his wand into his pocket and leaving his robes on his chair as the three of them walk out of the office. He almost doesn’t notice the curious looks anymore, people wondering why the Saviour of the Wizarding World is hanging out with an ex-Death Eater. They leave the room through large double doors and start to head towards the Disapparation point.
As they get to the room Harry glances at Malfoy. He’s shaved recently, his strong jaw smooth and angular, and his hair is stubbornly falling over one eye again, making him look dishevelled and horribly sexy. Behind him Ron scoffs and Harry turns to glare at him, knowing exactly what he's thinking, and not wanting to hear it. Again. Ron raises one eyebrow and then with a spin and a loud crack, is gone. Harry looks back at Malfoy who smirks at him.
“As riveting as this conversation is,” Malfoy drawls, “I would like a pint.” And with that he’s gone. Harry sighs to himself. He needs to do something about this… crush. He closes his eyes and thinks about the way the Malfoy smiles at him and decides that the best thing to do would be to try and seduce him. That is, if he is in any way seducible.
Harry spins and finds himself outside the pub. Ron and Malfoy must already be inside because Harry can hear Hannah Abbott call to Ron from across the room, and the deep roll of Neville’s voice sounds immediately afterwards. Harry pushes the door open and is flooded with the heat and noise of the pub on a Friday night. Hermione is sitting at a table talking to Ginny, both of them laughing loudly. Neville is stood with Ron, clapping him on the back and handing him a pint of butterbeer. Hannah leans over and says something to Malfoy and Harry starts.
Malfoy has taken his robes off to reveal a tight, slate grey shirt and trousers that Harry has definitely not seen before. He’d have remembered the way they smoothed over Malfoy’s disgustingly perfect butt. He can feel the pang of desire and the twitch of his cock as he watches Malfoy gracefully take a drink and move through the people to get to Hermione and Ginny. Ginny stands up and throws her arms around his neck and Harry just knows that Malfoy will be giving her a wry grin.
“Harry!” Neville shouts and Harry snaps out of his stupor. He smiles at his friends and moves towards the bar. Ron is staring at him, shaking his head slightly, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.
“You know, you don’t have to be so obvious about it,” Ron says when Harry arrives next to him and Neville lets out a large, barking laugh.
“Ah, leave him Harry. He can’t help it if he’s obsessed.” Neville turns to Hannah and takes a pint of butterbeer from her, handing it to Harry.
“I’m not obsessed…” Harry mutters, taking the pint. Neville and Ron stare at him for a moment and he groans, “ok, fine. Maybe a little…” Ron give Neville a triumphant grin and Neville rolls his eyes.
“So what you planning on doing about it then?” Neville asks and Hannah comes to lean on the bar next to them. Harry looks over to where Malfoy is talking to Hermione and Ginny, his eyes warm and interested, his long fingers carding through his hair.
“I don’t even know if he likes men Nev,” Harry sighs, unable to take his eyes off Malfoy, “What am I supposed to do?” He shakes his head to himself and misses the look shared between Ron, Hannah and Neville. Malfoy stills for a moment and then his eyes are on Harry’s, a heat flowing between them, and a soft blush rising in Malfoy’s cheeks.
“You know, Harry sweetie,” Hannah says, touching Harry’s arm, “the best way to find out it to ask him.” Harry glances at her and she gives him an encouraging grin. Harry nods and points towards the table, leaving his friends at the bar.
“Oh… here we go,” Ron laughs behind him and Harry ignores him, his heart racing, his palms sweaty, as he goes to try and find out why Malfoy blushes when he looks at him.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling and associates are the legal owners of these characters and settings. I am writing for pleasure not profit
Warnings: None for this chapter
Rating: PG - again for this chapter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 1,176
Summary: Harry and Draco are colleagues, who become friends who become... A simple love story about two not so simple boys.
Author's Notes: This is my first Drarry fic, and also my first Drarry series... obviously! I hope I'm doing it right. This fic is also available on tumblr and AO3 where you can find more of the story that I will be posting here. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Harry watches as Ron finishes reading over the witness statement they had collected that afternoon. Ron’s long fingers run over every word, a self-filling quill dangling from his mouth as he frowns in concentration. He has more freckles than normal. The last few weeks have been sunny, and now that they’ve found someone who can sort of match Harry’s seeker skills Ron has been dragging them out for games of Quidditch at least once a weekend.
Ron’s frown deepens and Harry leans over to look at what has Ron stumped. Mrs Blake had rambled on a bit, and Harry reads the sentence that Ron is going over, trying to figure out what she could have meant. Ron takes the quill out of his mouth and draws a circle around the offending words. Harry knows before Ron takes a breath what he’s about to say.
“We should definitely have a look at our memories of this,” Harry mutters and Ron glances at him, rolling his eyes and chucking the transcript down on their desk.
“Do you want to go and ask for a pensieve now? Or wait until Monday?” Ron scratches his head, his flame red hair sticking up at odd angles, and rubs his neck. Harry glances at the clock. He really wants to be in the pub in the next fifteen minutes, which is not going to happen if they get sucked into their memories.
“Do you really think that Potter is going to say ‘now’? It’s six o’clock on a Friday, Weasley,” a soft voice drawls behind Harry and Ron grins, his eyes shining. Harry turns to see Malfoy leant against the partition, his grey eyes boring into Harry's. Harry feels the heat of a blush rising in his neck and he fidgets in his chair, his t-shirt suddenly feeling tight around his neck.
“Ok, do you have a spare vial Malfoy, mate,” Ron stands and stretches. Harry turns and frowns at him, not really sure what Ron is thinking, his mind still on the relaxed way that Malfoy is standing, the easy smile, the intense eyes. Ron looks at him and sighs, rolling his eyes, “by Monday the memory might be warped. We can take them out now and leave them here to be looked at later…”
Harry nods and gets his wand out as Malfoy hands Ron a vial. Harry watches as Ron mutters, pulling a long, thin strand of silver out of his temple and placing it in the vial. He hands it to Harry who starts to pull the memory out of his own brain, trying not to think about Malfoy and how close he is behind him.
“Right,” Ron exclaims cheerfully when Harry is finished, “come on then.” Harry stands, shoving his wand into his pocket and leaving his robes on his chair as the three of them walk out of the office. He almost doesn’t notice the curious looks anymore, people wondering why the Saviour of the Wizarding World is hanging out with an ex-Death Eater. They leave the room through large double doors and start to head towards the Disapparation point.
As they get to the room Harry glances at Malfoy. He’s shaved recently, his strong jaw smooth and angular, and his hair is stubbornly falling over one eye again, making him look dishevelled and horribly sexy. Behind him Ron scoffs and Harry turns to glare at him, knowing exactly what he's thinking, and not wanting to hear it. Again. Ron raises one eyebrow and then with a spin and a loud crack, is gone. Harry looks back at Malfoy who smirks at him.
“As riveting as this conversation is,” Malfoy drawls, “I would like a pint.” And with that he’s gone. Harry sighs to himself. He needs to do something about this… crush. He closes his eyes and thinks about the way the Malfoy smiles at him and decides that the best thing to do would be to try and seduce him. That is, if he is in any way seducible.
Harry spins and finds himself outside the pub. Ron and Malfoy must already be inside because Harry can hear Hannah Abbott call to Ron from across the room, and the deep roll of Neville’s voice sounds immediately afterwards. Harry pushes the door open and is flooded with the heat and noise of the pub on a Friday night. Hermione is sitting at a table talking to Ginny, both of them laughing loudly. Neville is stood with Ron, clapping him on the back and handing him a pint of butterbeer. Hannah leans over and says something to Malfoy and Harry starts.
Malfoy has taken his robes off to reveal a tight, slate grey shirt and trousers that Harry has definitely not seen before. He’d have remembered the way they smoothed over Malfoy’s disgustingly perfect butt. He can feel the pang of desire and the twitch of his cock as he watches Malfoy gracefully take a drink and move through the people to get to Hermione and Ginny. Ginny stands up and throws her arms around his neck and Harry just knows that Malfoy will be giving her a wry grin.
“Harry!” Neville shouts and Harry snaps out of his stupor. He smiles at his friends and moves towards the bar. Ron is staring at him, shaking his head slightly, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.
“You know, you don’t have to be so obvious about it,” Ron says when Harry arrives next to him and Neville lets out a large, barking laugh.
“Ah, leave him Harry. He can’t help it if he’s obsessed.” Neville turns to Hannah and takes a pint of butterbeer from her, handing it to Harry.
“I’m not obsessed…” Harry mutters, taking the pint. Neville and Ron stare at him for a moment and he groans, “ok, fine. Maybe a little…” Ron give Neville a triumphant grin and Neville rolls his eyes.
“So what you planning on doing about it then?” Neville asks and Hannah comes to lean on the bar next to them. Harry looks over to where Malfoy is talking to Hermione and Ginny, his eyes warm and interested, his long fingers carding through his hair.
“I don’t even know if he likes men Nev,” Harry sighs, unable to take his eyes off Malfoy, “What am I supposed to do?” He shakes his head to himself and misses the look shared between Ron, Hannah and Neville. Malfoy stills for a moment and then his eyes are on Harry’s, a heat flowing between them, and a soft blush rising in Malfoy’s cheeks.
“You know, Harry sweetie,” Hannah says, touching Harry’s arm, “the best way to find out it to ask him.” Harry glances at her and she gives him an encouraging grin. Harry nods and points towards the table, leaving his friends at the bar.
“Oh… here we go,” Ron laughs behind him and Harry ignores him, his heart racing, his palms sweaty, as he goes to try and find out why Malfoy blushes when he looks at him.
