Fic: Harry Potter, the Owl
Title: Harry Potter, the Owl
Author: bleedforyou1
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Beta: vanessawolfie
Summary: Healer Draco feels guilty. Auror Potter feels defeated.
Word count: 857
Warnings: slash. fluff.
Note: This is a continuation of the Patient Verse. You might want to read the other two first (Harry Potter, The Pig and then Draco Malfoy, the Snake) before reading this one. I hope everyone likes it!!!
Draco nervously went up to his office, taking a deep breath as he turned the corner. He knew that the docetine would have left Potter's system by now, but he did hope that Potter was still there.
Once he did reach his office and look around, he tilted his head to hide the gnawing feeling in his gut.
Quickly swiping his wand against the door handle, he went inside his office and slammed the door.
“I hate docetine,” he grumbled, sitting down on his desk and not allowing himself to dwell on the subject any longer.
As he did his paperwork, however, Potter’s shining smile kept drifting in and out of his mind.
***
2 weeks later
Harry walked into Eeylops Owl Emporium with a determined jaunt. He was going to finally get an owl after three years of using Pidgewigeon, but really, enough was enough. Admittedly, he thought that he was somewhat replacing Hedwig and he felt horrible, but really Pig was rather atrocious about delivering his letters on time.
Harry looked around and began to walk through the many isles of caged owls, all staring at him with their dark eyes as he went by. It was kind of unnerving and he had brief thoughts of them all glaring at him because of his replacement of the best owl.
“They’re just owls, you know. No need to be afraid, Potter.”
Harry could know that drawling voice anywhere. He swivelled around to see Malfoy smirking at him with and leaning against one of the isle’s counters. He looked bloody gorgeous, and Harry’s heart pounded as he thought of the embarrassing encounter two weeks ago.
“Malfoy. What are you doing here?” Harry blurted out.
“I needed some owl treats. My eagle, Scorpius, only likes Eeylops’ Gourmet Treats. Bloody spoiled thing, it is,” he sighed. Harry tried not to think of how Malfoy would sigh in bliss after a round of sweet sex.
“Well it is your bird, isn’t it?” Harry managed to say, turning to the side and pretending to look at a small brown owl that hooted at him from the side as it ate its’ snack.
“Are you calling me spoiled, Potter?” Malfoy asked, walking a bit closer and facing the small bird as well.
“No…why would I ever say something like that?” Harry threw him a smirk of his own.
“I’m not spoiled…I just know what I want, and I know what to do to get what I want.”
“Right,” Harry paused. He wondered what exactly they were talking about now.
“And why are you here? Don’t tell me-your owl has left you because you would no longer let it sleep in your nest of hair,” Malfoy laughed. And damn if that laugh didn’t sound all husky and sexy.
“On the contrary, my owl died during the war and I’ve been using Ron’s or the ministry’s ever since. I thought it was time to…buy a new one.”
“Your owl died? The snow-coloured one?” Malfoy’s voice turned from hateful to…curious? How could Malofy care about his owl, though? Or remember what colour it was…
“Yes. She was a rather excellent owl-had been like a close friend to me.”
“I’m, er, sorry for your loss. I know I’m very close to my eagle as well, and I’d be upset if he died.”
They stood in silence for a moment and Harry wondered why their first almost-normal, non-drugged, non-violent conversation happened to be about birds.
“Yes,” Harry cleared his throat. “That’s why I need a new bird. Have any suggestions?”
“Well, we’ve always used eagles because we have family friends that breed them from birth and eagles happened to be the fastest and most careful with messages.”
“I don’t think Eeylops sells eagles,” Harry said, looking around.
“No, but that friend I was talking about? They live close to the Manor…I could always take you over there, and you could see if you’d like an eagle.”
Harry looked over at Malfoy, staring at him in surprise. He turned and green eyes met grey for a moment and Harry felt like one of the owls in a cage, before Malfoy looked away.
“Or not,” Malfoy shrugged, turning to walk away.
“No, I mean, yes,” Harry said quickly. “I’d like that.”
“You would?” Malfoy turned his head to look over his shoulder and Harry’s heart skipped a beat. Was that a hopeful glint in those grey eyes or was Harry simply imagining it?
“Yes. We could even…grab some lunch after?” Harry bit his lip, tugging on his forelock. Why was it that Malfoy brought out the sixteen year old in him?
“We could, I suppose,” Malfoy smirked. He turned and walked away and Harry wondered if that was a yes or no.
“Come along, Potter,” Malfoy’s voice called out and Harry looked up in surprise. “I need to buy the treats first and then drop them off at home before Scorpius goes crazy. Us Malfoys don’t like waiting, you know.”
Grinning, Harry followed the gorgeous man and hoped that this was a new start for the both of them. This time without Harry behaving like a complete idiot.
~~To be continued~~
Author: bleedforyou1
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Beta: vanessawolfie
Summary: Healer Draco feels guilty. Auror Potter feels defeated.
Word count: 857
Warnings: slash. fluff.
Note: This is a continuation of the Patient Verse. You might want to read the other two first (Harry Potter, The Pig and then Draco Malfoy, the Snake) before reading this one. I hope everyone likes it!!!
Draco nervously went up to his office, taking a deep breath as he turned the corner. He knew that the docetine would have left Potter's system by now, but he did hope that Potter was still there.
Once he did reach his office and look around, he tilted his head to hide the gnawing feeling in his gut.
Quickly swiping his wand against the door handle, he went inside his office and slammed the door.
“I hate docetine,” he grumbled, sitting down on his desk and not allowing himself to dwell on the subject any longer.
As he did his paperwork, however, Potter’s shining smile kept drifting in and out of his mind.
***
2 weeks later
Harry walked into Eeylops Owl Emporium with a determined jaunt. He was going to finally get an owl after three years of using Pidgewigeon, but really, enough was enough. Admittedly, he thought that he was somewhat replacing Hedwig and he felt horrible, but really Pig was rather atrocious about delivering his letters on time.
Harry looked around and began to walk through the many isles of caged owls, all staring at him with their dark eyes as he went by. It was kind of unnerving and he had brief thoughts of them all glaring at him because of his replacement of the best owl.
“They’re just owls, you know. No need to be afraid, Potter.”
Harry could know that drawling voice anywhere. He swivelled around to see Malfoy smirking at him with and leaning against one of the isle’s counters. He looked bloody gorgeous, and Harry’s heart pounded as he thought of the embarrassing encounter two weeks ago.
“Malfoy. What are you doing here?” Harry blurted out.
“I needed some owl treats. My eagle, Scorpius, only likes Eeylops’ Gourmet Treats. Bloody spoiled thing, it is,” he sighed. Harry tried not to think of how Malfoy would sigh in bliss after a round of sweet sex.
“Well it is your bird, isn’t it?” Harry managed to say, turning to the side and pretending to look at a small brown owl that hooted at him from the side as it ate its’ snack.
“Are you calling me spoiled, Potter?” Malfoy asked, walking a bit closer and facing the small bird as well.
“No…why would I ever say something like that?” Harry threw him a smirk of his own.
“I’m not spoiled…I just know what I want, and I know what to do to get what I want.”
“Right,” Harry paused. He wondered what exactly they were talking about now.
“And why are you here? Don’t tell me-your owl has left you because you would no longer let it sleep in your nest of hair,” Malfoy laughed. And damn if that laugh didn’t sound all husky and sexy.
“On the contrary, my owl died during the war and I’ve been using Ron’s or the ministry’s ever since. I thought it was time to…buy a new one.”
“Your owl died? The snow-coloured one?” Malfoy’s voice turned from hateful to…curious? How could Malofy care about his owl, though? Or remember what colour it was…
“Yes. She was a rather excellent owl-had been like a close friend to me.”
“I’m, er, sorry for your loss. I know I’m very close to my eagle as well, and I’d be upset if he died.”
They stood in silence for a moment and Harry wondered why their first almost-normal, non-drugged, non-violent conversation happened to be about birds.
“Yes,” Harry cleared his throat. “That’s why I need a new bird. Have any suggestions?”
“Well, we’ve always used eagles because we have family friends that breed them from birth and eagles happened to be the fastest and most careful with messages.”
“I don’t think Eeylops sells eagles,” Harry said, looking around.
“No, but that friend I was talking about? They live close to the Manor…I could always take you over there, and you could see if you’d like an eagle.”
Harry looked over at Malfoy, staring at him in surprise. He turned and green eyes met grey for a moment and Harry felt like one of the owls in a cage, before Malfoy looked away.
“Or not,” Malfoy shrugged, turning to walk away.
“No, I mean, yes,” Harry said quickly. “I’d like that.”
“You would?” Malfoy turned his head to look over his shoulder and Harry’s heart skipped a beat. Was that a hopeful glint in those grey eyes or was Harry simply imagining it?
“Yes. We could even…grab some lunch after?” Harry bit his lip, tugging on his forelock. Why was it that Malfoy brought out the sixteen year old in him?
“We could, I suppose,” Malfoy smirked. He turned and walked away and Harry wondered if that was a yes or no.
“Come along, Potter,” Malfoy’s voice called out and Harry looked up in surprise. “I need to buy the treats first and then drop them off at home before Scorpius goes crazy. Us Malfoys don’t like waiting, you know.”
Grinning, Harry followed the gorgeous man and hoped that this was a new start for the both of them. This time without Harry behaving like a complete idiot.
~~To be continued~~