I Need A Drink
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ustorycollectorTitle: Chapter 2: In Which Draco Goes To The Pub With A Bunch Of Gryffindors
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: 826
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!
Part One
“So, Malfoy, how’s work going?” Dean Thomas leans across the table and gives Draco a large grin. Draco grimaces in return and Thomas laughs, a loud, rolling laugh and Draco wonders if it’s the first time a Gryffindor has laughed with him.
“I find it… frustrating,” Draco sighs, sipping his drink and Weasley grunts from the other end of the table.
“Frustrating? You should try working with boy wonder over here… bloody nightmare, he is!” Weasley points his thumb at Potter and Potter goes an interesting shade of red. It’s not a look that Draco has seen on him very much and he finds it… intriguing.
“Oh, come on… Harry can’t be that bad!” Granger smiles at Potter and Draco watches the interesting interplay happening between the Golden Trio. He’s so caught up in watching them that a loud barking laugh from the Weaslette makes him jump.
“Seriously? Hermione, you’re insane. Harry is the fucking worst!” Weaslette snickers and Draco finds himself smiling, “No offence babe.” She winks and Potter grins into his pint.
“None taken,” Potter downs his drink and slams the glass onto the table, “Anyone for another?” he asks and is met by a resounding yes from the Weasleys, a shake of the head from Granger, who is clearly designated apparitor for the evening and a nod from Thomas. Draco finishes his drink and holds his hand up for another. Potter’s eyes meet his momentarily and then he nods, weaving his way to the bar.
“So, Malfoy, what brings you to the pub this evening?” The Weaslette asks and Draco looks at her, his face smoothed over. She grins and Thomas wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
“Don’t worry about this one, Malfoy. She just has the infamous Weasley tact,” Thomas gazes down at her and she pretends to be affronted, her cheeks blushing prettily and her eyes shining. Draco feels a pang of jealousy. He glances over at the bar where Potter is leant, laughing with the bar tender, looking happy and warm and Draco starts to feel something. He quickly looks away, ignoring the pressure in the back of his neck.
“You know, I take offence to that Dean,” Weasley says and Granger giggles, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He grins down at her when she pulls away and then looks at his sister. “Anyway, Harry asked him if he fancied a drink, and he said yes.” Draco sighs, wishing that he still had his drink in his hand. He is definitely not drunk enough to be dealing with this group.
“Oh, really… how… interesting,” The Weaslette looks at Draco and he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He gets the distinct impression he’s being sized up and he feels his whole body stiffen.
“Why is that interesting?” Draco asks, making sure that he sounds bored enough that anyone would think he doesn’t actually care. Sometimes being a Malfoy is a wonderful thing. Draco tries not to dwell on the times when it isn’t.
“Oh… no reason… just wondered how long it would take him,” she shrugs and Draco raises an eyebrow, looking around at the group. He’s clearly missing something. Granger sighs and leans forward, taking Draco’s hand in hers suddenly, her fingers warm and soft.
“Don’t listen to her Draco. It isn’t interesting, it’s lovely. I, for one, am glad that Harry decided to invite you, and that you decided to come,” her smile seems genuine and Draco tries to remember the last time he’d had a genuine smile directed to him. He smiles back and it feels unusual and somewhat exciting. He’s brought out of his reverie by Potter arriving back, levitating the drinks over their heads. He moves to sit down next to Draco and Draco is suddenly aware of the looks that are passing between the Weasley siblings.
“So!” Potter says, “your mum took the news well then?” he picks up his pint and Draco watches as he takes a sip, the foam making a thin line of white on his upper lip that he licks away with a very pink, pointy tongue. Draco closes his eyes for a second, and then turns to the conversation.
“Yeah… Dean was great! He showed her the place we’re going to rent and talked about where he was going to keep my stuff as he was tidying up after me, and how he was going to pay rent when I was off training…” The Weaslette looks up at Thomas, a warm grin on her face.
“Ha, see this is just one of the reasons that you would never have worked with Harry,” Weasley barks, “he’s as messy as you are!” Potter laughs into his beer, spluttering it everywhere and Granger hands him a tissue. Draco watches and battles with his curiosity. Curiosity is dangerous for Slytherins, but the gnawing feeling stays there as the others start descending into stories of Potter and his messiness.
“What are the other reasons?” Draco asks when there is a lull and everyone freezes, all of them looking towards Potter. A deep red blush rises from his neck and Draco immediately wishes he hadn’t asked. It was probably something horrible, like the Dark Lord had put a curse on him, or he couldn’t live with anyone after his parents died. He turns to Draco, a resigned smile on his lips and Draco hastily plasters a plain, uninterested mask over his face.
“I’m gay,” Potter grins.
Oh.
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: 826
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!
Part One
Draco isn’t sure what possessed him to come to the pub with Harry fucking Potter, but here he is, sat with a table of ex-Gryffindors drinking Ogden’s finest. Ok, he is sure what possessed him. He really needed a drink, and he was being stonewalled AGAIN at work, with people refusing to process any evidence that he brought into the office, and he just wanted to be somewhere with someone who actually seemed to want him.
Even if that person was Harry fucking Potter.
“So, Malfoy, how’s work going?” Dean Thomas leans across the table and gives Draco a large grin. Draco grimaces in return and Thomas laughs, a loud, rolling laugh and Draco wonders if it’s the first time a Gryffindor has laughed with him.
“I find it… frustrating,” Draco sighs, sipping his drink and Weasley grunts from the other end of the table.
“Frustrating? You should try working with boy wonder over here… bloody nightmare, he is!” Weasley points his thumb at Potter and Potter goes an interesting shade of red. It’s not a look that Draco has seen on him very much and he finds it… intriguing.
“Oh, come on… Harry can’t be that bad!” Granger smiles at Potter and Draco watches the interesting interplay happening between the Golden Trio. He’s so caught up in watching them that a loud barking laugh from the Weaslette makes him jump.
“Seriously? Hermione, you’re insane. Harry is the fucking worst!” Weaslette snickers and Draco finds himself smiling, “No offence babe.” She winks and Potter grins into his pint.
“None taken,” Potter downs his drink and slams the glass onto the table, “Anyone for another?” he asks and is met by a resounding yes from the Weasleys, a shake of the head from Granger, who is clearly designated apparitor for the evening and a nod from Thomas. Draco finishes his drink and holds his hand up for another. Potter’s eyes meet his momentarily and then he nods, weaving his way to the bar.
“So, Malfoy, what brings you to the pub this evening?” The Weaslette asks and Draco looks at her, his face smoothed over. She grins and Thomas wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
“Don’t worry about this one, Malfoy. She just has the infamous Weasley tact,” Thomas gazes down at her and she pretends to be affronted, her cheeks blushing prettily and her eyes shining. Draco feels a pang of jealousy. He glances over at the bar where Potter is leant, laughing with the bar tender, looking happy and warm and Draco starts to feel something. He quickly looks away, ignoring the pressure in the back of his neck.
“You know, I take offence to that Dean,” Weasley says and Granger giggles, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He grins down at her when she pulls away and then looks at his sister. “Anyway, Harry asked him if he fancied a drink, and he said yes.” Draco sighs, wishing that he still had his drink in his hand. He is definitely not drunk enough to be dealing with this group.
“Oh, really… how… interesting,” The Weaslette looks at Draco and he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He gets the distinct impression he’s being sized up and he feels his whole body stiffen.
“Why is that interesting?” Draco asks, making sure that he sounds bored enough that anyone would think he doesn’t actually care. Sometimes being a Malfoy is a wonderful thing. Draco tries not to dwell on the times when it isn’t.
“Oh… no reason… just wondered how long it would take him,” she shrugs and Draco raises an eyebrow, looking around at the group. He’s clearly missing something. Granger sighs and leans forward, taking Draco’s hand in hers suddenly, her fingers warm and soft.
“Don’t listen to her Draco. It isn’t interesting, it’s lovely. I, for one, am glad that Harry decided to invite you, and that you decided to come,” her smile seems genuine and Draco tries to remember the last time he’d had a genuine smile directed to him. He smiles back and it feels unusual and somewhat exciting. He’s brought out of his reverie by Potter arriving back, levitating the drinks over their heads. He moves to sit down next to Draco and Draco is suddenly aware of the looks that are passing between the Weasley siblings.
“So!” Potter says, “your mum took the news well then?” he picks up his pint and Draco watches as he takes a sip, the foam making a thin line of white on his upper lip that he licks away with a very pink, pointy tongue. Draco closes his eyes for a second, and then turns to the conversation.
“Yeah… Dean was great! He showed her the place we’re going to rent and talked about where he was going to keep my stuff as he was tidying up after me, and how he was going to pay rent when I was off training…” The Weaslette looks up at Thomas, a warm grin on her face.
“Ha, see this is just one of the reasons that you would never have worked with Harry,” Weasley barks, “he’s as messy as you are!” Potter laughs into his beer, spluttering it everywhere and Granger hands him a tissue. Draco watches and battles with his curiosity. Curiosity is dangerous for Slytherins, but the gnawing feeling stays there as the others start descending into stories of Potter and his messiness.
“What are the other reasons?” Draco asks when there is a lull and everyone freezes, all of them looking towards Potter. A deep red blush rises from his neck and Draco immediately wishes he hadn’t asked. It was probably something horrible, like the Dark Lord had put a curse on him, or he couldn’t live with anyone after his parents died. He turns to Draco, a resigned smile on his lips and Draco hastily plasters a plain, uninterested mask over his face.
“I’m gay,” Potter grins.
Oh.
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Date: 2016-07-12 03:56 am (UTC)