I Need A Drink
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ustorycollectorTitle: Chapter 8: In Which Draco Does Something He Has Never Done Before
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 (there is swearing all the way through... maybe PG-13?)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 1,136
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
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
“Oi! Malfoy!” A loud voice shouts and Draco glances over heads to see Longbottom waving at him from the other side of the large muggle park. He nods slightly and starts weaving his way through the crowds of people enjoying the first properly warm weather of the year. Small children mill around his legs and long-suffering parents give him soft smiles. He smiles back, the smell of heat and the feel of the sun on his skin making his heart swell in a disgustingly Gryffindor manner. Maybe he needs to spend less time with them.
“Here you go,” Weasley says, handing him a bottle of muggle beer when he gets to the edge of the large picnic blanket. Draco takes it gratefully before realising that he can’t use his wand to open it. Not in a muggle park. He looks around to see what the others are doing. Weaslette and Granger seem to be drinking wine out of plastic cups, and Longbottom, Thomas and Finnegan are sitting with already open bottles.
“Um… you just…” a voice stutters behind him and he turns to see Potter, looking slightly flushed. He’s wearing jeans and a tight black t-shirt that makes him seem… Draco takes a deep breath and shoves the thought out of his mind. Potter takes the bottle out of Draco’s hand and uses a weird piece of metal to open it. He flicks the cap at the cooler and hands the bottle back to Draco, his green eyes shining.
“Thank you Potter,” Draco smirks, “I am quite capable of opening a bottle myself.”
“Oh yeah?” Potter grins back, “What’s this called?” he holds up the thing he’d just used to open the bottle and Draco look at it.
“Bottle opener,” Draco tilts his head slightly, keeping the question out of his voice. If it is called anything else then it would be ridiculously defying logic. He can tell by Potter's slightly deflated shoulders that he’s right. Draco’s lip twitches and he places the bottle to his lips, letting the beer flow over his tongue. It’s a sharp, citrus taste and Draco thinks maybe he’ll join Granger and Weaslette with the wine after this bottle.
“Draco!” Wealette shouts from her spot on the blanket and Draco raises an eyebrow, trying to hide the smile stretching across his face. If someone had told him three years earlier that a Weasley would be excitedly calling his name across a picnic blanket in the middle of a muggle park he would have hexed them. He meanders over, keeping his back straight, making sure that he can see everyone around him. Granger places a cushion on the ground next to her and he folds himself onto it, keeping his long legs stretched out in front of him, hoping not to crease his chinos.
“Remind me why I’m sitting on the ground in a muggle park?” Draco drawls, focusing on keeping his voice even and bored and Weaslette laughs, shoving at his foot with hers.
“Because Harry thought it would be nice to do something in the sun, and I didn’t want to watch you play Quidditch anymore, and Seamus likes drinking and a picnic in the park gives him an excuse to do that,” Granger smiles at him and takes a sip of her wine. Draco raises an eyebrow and nods slightly, looking over at the rest of the group. Maybe he should have asked if Pansy could come. He thinks about how she would respond to sitting on the ground drinking muggle alcohol and immediately thinks no. It shocks him to realise that he’d rather be here with this group of Gryffindors than his Slytherin friends.
“Where’s Abbott?” Draco asks, and Longbottom leans over from his conversation with Thomas and Finnegan.
“She had to work. She wanted to be here…” Longbottom smiles and Weaslette coughs, her eyes going wide. Draco’s sure he’s missed something, but he doesn’t have time to ask what.
“We all here?” Weasley shouts over the noise of the group and they all stop and turn to him. He glances over at Potter and Draco gets the feeling that whatever it is that he’s missing is bigger than Abbott not being there. “Right… I’ll make this short because if I don’t Seamus might kill me…”
“Too right mate!” Finnegan shouts and Thomas laughs at him. Draco smiles and then turns to look at Potter. Potter’s eyes are on him, deep and green and warm and Draco feels a tug in his chest. He takes a deep breath and looks back to Weasley, resolutely ignoring any feeling he might have towards Potter.
“Ha-fucking-ha. Ok, so Malfoy,” Weasley starts and Draco feels his heart pound. His skin tingles and his head starts to go fuzzy. He feels a soft hand on his arm and glances down to see Granger rubbing him slightly. It’s surprisingly relaxing. “We all know you were a bit of a twat back at school, but it’s been bloody brilliant getting to know you over the past few months. Happy birthday mate,”
Weaslette squeals and gets up to go to a box and produces a large chocolate cake. Draco spins and looks at Granger, his eyes wide and she smiles at him. He quickly smooths over his features and turns to where the cake is being brought to him.
“My birthday isn’t for another two weeks…” he sneers, and Weaslette laughs her loud, barking laugh.
“Shut up and cut the cake Malfoy,” Potter grins at him and for a moment Draco can’t breathe. Potter holds the knife out to him and he takes it, confused and… happy, and cuts into the cake. There’s a large cheer and Weaslette passes the cake to Longbottom to cut properly. Draco looks around at the group of Gryffindors that he supposes are now his friends. He finds himself mildly disgusted at the warm feeling that brings. But only mildly. Potter comes and sits next to him, flopping onto the grass, his black hair wild, his arms starting to tan.
“I don’t understand…” Draco whispers and Potter shrugs at him, a soft blush playing at his neck.
“We always celebrate birthdays…” Potter’s voice is deep and Draco feels himself leaning towards him, “I thought you’d probably never done this.” Draco looks across at the people surrounding him. Longbottom is trying to give cake out to people, but Finnegan is grabbing at it, stuffing handfuls into his mouth. Both the Weasleys have their mouths full and are shouting at Longbottom for more, and Granger is laughing with Thomas as they watch their partners.
He turns back and finds Potter watching him, his eyes intense and dark and Draco feels a lump in his throat.
“No. I never have,” Draco breathes and Potter grins, before getting up to go and get some cake.
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 (there is swearing all the way through... maybe PG-13?)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 1,136
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
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
“Oi! Malfoy!” A loud voice shouts and Draco glances over heads to see Longbottom waving at him from the other side of the large muggle park. He nods slightly and starts weaving his way through the crowds of people enjoying the first properly warm weather of the year. Small children mill around his legs and long-suffering parents give him soft smiles. He smiles back, the smell of heat and the feel of the sun on his skin making his heart swell in a disgustingly Gryffindor manner. Maybe he needs to spend less time with them.
“Here you go,” Weasley says, handing him a bottle of muggle beer when he gets to the edge of the large picnic blanket. Draco takes it gratefully before realising that he can’t use his wand to open it. Not in a muggle park. He looks around to see what the others are doing. Weaslette and Granger seem to be drinking wine out of plastic cups, and Longbottom, Thomas and Finnegan are sitting with already open bottles.
“Um… you just…” a voice stutters behind him and he turns to see Potter, looking slightly flushed. He’s wearing jeans and a tight black t-shirt that makes him seem… Draco takes a deep breath and shoves the thought out of his mind. Potter takes the bottle out of Draco’s hand and uses a weird piece of metal to open it. He flicks the cap at the cooler and hands the bottle back to Draco, his green eyes shining.
“Thank you Potter,” Draco smirks, “I am quite capable of opening a bottle myself.”
“Oh yeah?” Potter grins back, “What’s this called?” he holds up the thing he’d just used to open the bottle and Draco look at it.
“Bottle opener,” Draco tilts his head slightly, keeping the question out of his voice. If it is called anything else then it would be ridiculously defying logic. He can tell by Potter's slightly deflated shoulders that he’s right. Draco’s lip twitches and he places the bottle to his lips, letting the beer flow over his tongue. It’s a sharp, citrus taste and Draco thinks maybe he’ll join Granger and Weaslette with the wine after this bottle.
“Draco!” Wealette shouts from her spot on the blanket and Draco raises an eyebrow, trying to hide the smile stretching across his face. If someone had told him three years earlier that a Weasley would be excitedly calling his name across a picnic blanket in the middle of a muggle park he would have hexed them. He meanders over, keeping his back straight, making sure that he can see everyone around him. Granger places a cushion on the ground next to her and he folds himself onto it, keeping his long legs stretched out in front of him, hoping not to crease his chinos.
“Remind me why I’m sitting on the ground in a muggle park?” Draco drawls, focusing on keeping his voice even and bored and Weaslette laughs, shoving at his foot with hers.
“Because Harry thought it would be nice to do something in the sun, and I didn’t want to watch you play Quidditch anymore, and Seamus likes drinking and a picnic in the park gives him an excuse to do that,” Granger smiles at him and takes a sip of her wine. Draco raises an eyebrow and nods slightly, looking over at the rest of the group. Maybe he should have asked if Pansy could come. He thinks about how she would respond to sitting on the ground drinking muggle alcohol and immediately thinks no. It shocks him to realise that he’d rather be here with this group of Gryffindors than his Slytherin friends.
“Where’s Abbott?” Draco asks, and Longbottom leans over from his conversation with Thomas and Finnegan.
“She had to work. She wanted to be here…” Longbottom smiles and Weaslette coughs, her eyes going wide. Draco’s sure he’s missed something, but he doesn’t have time to ask what.
“We all here?” Weasley shouts over the noise of the group and they all stop and turn to him. He glances over at Potter and Draco gets the feeling that whatever it is that he’s missing is bigger than Abbott not being there. “Right… I’ll make this short because if I don’t Seamus might kill me…”
“Too right mate!” Finnegan shouts and Thomas laughs at him. Draco smiles and then turns to look at Potter. Potter’s eyes are on him, deep and green and warm and Draco feels a tug in his chest. He takes a deep breath and looks back to Weasley, resolutely ignoring any feeling he might have towards Potter.
“Ha-fucking-ha. Ok, so Malfoy,” Weasley starts and Draco feels his heart pound. His skin tingles and his head starts to go fuzzy. He feels a soft hand on his arm and glances down to see Granger rubbing him slightly. It’s surprisingly relaxing. “We all know you were a bit of a twat back at school, but it’s been bloody brilliant getting to know you over the past few months. Happy birthday mate,”
Weaslette squeals and gets up to go to a box and produces a large chocolate cake. Draco spins and looks at Granger, his eyes wide and she smiles at him. He quickly smooths over his features and turns to where the cake is being brought to him.
“My birthday isn’t for another two weeks…” he sneers, and Weaslette laughs her loud, barking laugh.
“Shut up and cut the cake Malfoy,” Potter grins at him and for a moment Draco can’t breathe. Potter holds the knife out to him and he takes it, confused and… happy, and cuts into the cake. There’s a large cheer and Weaslette passes the cake to Longbottom to cut properly. Draco looks around at the group of Gryffindors that he supposes are now his friends. He finds himself mildly disgusted at the warm feeling that brings. But only mildly. Potter comes and sits next to him, flopping onto the grass, his black hair wild, his arms starting to tan.
“I don’t understand…” Draco whispers and Potter shrugs at him, a soft blush playing at his neck.
“We always celebrate birthdays…” Potter’s voice is deep and Draco feels himself leaning towards him, “I thought you’d probably never done this.” Draco looks across at the people surrounding him. Longbottom is trying to give cake out to people, but Finnegan is grabbing at it, stuffing handfuls into his mouth. Both the Weasleys have their mouths full and are shouting at Longbottom for more, and Granger is laughing with Thomas as they watch their partners.
He turns back and finds Potter watching him, his eyes intense and dark and Draco feels a lump in his throat.
“No. I never have,” Draco breathes and Potter grins, before getting up to go and get some cake.
