Sentences (Set 10 Part C)
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Title: Sentences (Set 10 Part C)
Author: Aoife Malfoy![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff (It's already been an angsty week for us all! lol)
Beta: None. All the stupid mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is still not mine. *wibble*
AN:/ These drabbles are not connected to each other in anyway
Perfection forcamillily
It was perfect.
Of course, he had an allergic reaction to the roses Potter brought. They were late for their table reservation and had to leave the fancy restaurant. They had to settle for the Leaky, forced to withstand soggy chips and stale beer. The pub ran out of Floo powder and they had to walk in the rain to reach another working one. To top it all off, they were both sprayed liberally in the face with puddle water when a speeding taxi went by.
But all he could remember was this.
Harry’s apologetic face as he frantically banished the roses. Harry’s bright smile when Draco didn’t insist that he use his name to snag them a table. The laughter shared between them as they talked about the past, present, and future in the cramped space of those well worn booths. The feel of Harry’s hand on his that kept the chill of the persistent rain at bay. And the sweetness of the kiss they shared on the rain soaked street.
All he could remember was falling in love.
It was perfect.
Party forcatsintheattic
It was supposed to be easy, simple to the point of near futility - a token of gratitude to placate his mother and ease his own belated conscience. He had extended his hand, ridiculously proud of himself for the fluidity of his movement, devoid of hesitancy or fear. He clasped Potter’s own and it shook it with a feigned nonchalance. No fuss, no muss. It was easy.
Until he realized that Potter didn’t want to let go.
“I’m afraid I’m going to need that appendage back, Potter.” He cleared his throat weakly, unwilling to embarrass himself or (strangely enough) Potter. There was already a large assembly of photographers and reporters waiting for them at the bottom of the Ministry steps. He didn’t want to add one more thing to the circus. Especially not this. Oddly enough, he wanted this to be kept private.
“I suppose it’s necessary.” Potter said slowly, his eyes locked with his. Green intent on grey. “For certain things.”
Draco arched an eyebrow at that. Was it interest that glittered behind those horrid stained glasses? “Yes, quite. It does come in handy. Especially with things like Apparating which I am going to do so now...far far away.”
“Wait!” Potter caught his robe sleeve, causing him to stare at him in bewilderment. “Oh bugger! I meant- um- don’t you want to stay and- um”
“Be swarmed by reporters? No, thank you.” Draco shook his head, surreptitiously tugging at the sleeve that was still imprisoned between Potter’s fingers. “I’ve already been called a worthless Death Eater more times than when I actually was one.”
“By who?” Potter growled angrily, his grip on Draco’s sleeve tightening enough to make him wince.
“Potter, my robe!” He tsked at the boy even as Potter let go sheepishly.
“Oh sorry.” Potter twisted his fingers anxiously. “So I-uh nice robes you have there, Draco. Madam Malkins? I reckon it’s nice enough for that celebratory party being thrown at Hogwarts tonight, don’t you think?
Draco stared at Potter’s earnest expression, the naked anxiety clear in the way he was biting his lip. “Potter…are you flirting?” He asked, caught in between a mixture of laughter and disbelief.
“That depends.” Potter’s smile became strained.
“On what?” Draco asked, entranced by the nervousness in Potter’s usually confident countenance.
“If it’s working.” Potter looked up at him from behind the fringe of messy hair, a red flush tinting his cheeks.
“You clearly need practice at it.” Draco told him, ignoring the crestfallen look on Potter’s face. “Pick me up at 8 so we can work on it.”
AN: I think we all could use a bit of love these days. *laughs* You can read the previous rounds of the Sentence game here
Title: Sentences (Set 10 Part C)
Author: Aoife Malfoy
aoifenePairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff (It's already been an angsty week for us all! lol)
Beta: None. All the stupid mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is still not mine. *wibble*
AN:/ These drabbles are not connected to each other in anyway
Perfection for
camillilyIt was perfect.
Of course, he had an allergic reaction to the roses Potter brought. They were late for their table reservation and had to leave the fancy restaurant. They had to settle for the Leaky, forced to withstand soggy chips and stale beer. The pub ran out of Floo powder and they had to walk in the rain to reach another working one. To top it all off, they were both sprayed liberally in the face with puddle water when a speeding taxi went by.
But all he could remember was this.
Harry’s apologetic face as he frantically banished the roses. Harry’s bright smile when Draco didn’t insist that he use his name to snag them a table. The laughter shared between them as they talked about the past, present, and future in the cramped space of those well worn booths. The feel of Harry’s hand on his that kept the chill of the persistent rain at bay. And the sweetness of the kiss they shared on the rain soaked street.
All he could remember was falling in love.
It was perfect.
Party for
catsintheatticIt was supposed to be easy, simple to the point of near futility - a token of gratitude to placate his mother and ease his own belated conscience. He had extended his hand, ridiculously proud of himself for the fluidity of his movement, devoid of hesitancy or fear. He clasped Potter’s own and it shook it with a feigned nonchalance. No fuss, no muss. It was easy.
Until he realized that Potter didn’t want to let go.
“I’m afraid I’m going to need that appendage back, Potter.” He cleared his throat weakly, unwilling to embarrass himself or (strangely enough) Potter. There was already a large assembly of photographers and reporters waiting for them at the bottom of the Ministry steps. He didn’t want to add one more thing to the circus. Especially not this. Oddly enough, he wanted this to be kept private.
“I suppose it’s necessary.” Potter said slowly, his eyes locked with his. Green intent on grey. “For certain things.”
Draco arched an eyebrow at that. Was it interest that glittered behind those horrid stained glasses? “Yes, quite. It does come in handy. Especially with things like Apparating which I am going to do so now...far far away.”
“Wait!” Potter caught his robe sleeve, causing him to stare at him in bewilderment. “Oh bugger! I meant- um- don’t you want to stay and- um”
“Be swarmed by reporters? No, thank you.” Draco shook his head, surreptitiously tugging at the sleeve that was still imprisoned between Potter’s fingers. “I’ve already been called a worthless Death Eater more times than when I actually was one.”
“By who?” Potter growled angrily, his grip on Draco’s sleeve tightening enough to make him wince.
“Potter, my robe!” He tsked at the boy even as Potter let go sheepishly.
“Oh sorry.” Potter twisted his fingers anxiously. “So I-uh nice robes you have there, Draco. Madam Malkins? I reckon it’s nice enough for that celebratory party being thrown at Hogwarts tonight, don’t you think?
Draco stared at Potter’s earnest expression, the naked anxiety clear in the way he was biting his lip. “Potter…are you flirting?” He asked, caught in between a mixture of laughter and disbelief.
“That depends.” Potter’s smile became strained.
“On what?” Draco asked, entranced by the nervousness in Potter’s usually confident countenance.
“If it’s working.” Potter looked up at him from behind the fringe of messy hair, a red flush tinting his cheeks.
“You clearly need practice at it.” Draco told him, ignoring the crestfallen look on Potter’s face. “Pick me up at 8 so we can work on it.”
AN: I think we all could use a bit of love these days. *laughs* You can read the previous rounds of the Sentence game here
