An Unexpected Encounter, Part VII (Harry/Draco)
Title: An Unexpected Encounter, Part VII
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365x2
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Created for: HOGWARTS365 PROMPT 140. Day 15 for hp_may_madness
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: 1. Unbetaed. 2. The characters in this story are ridiculous. They are fickle, unsure of what they want and rather contradictory. So just go with it. Also, I really need to catch up on my WIPs. 3. The story has a TAG HERE. Or Read all the parts on AO3 HERE
PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE, PART SIX
Summary: The great thing about expensive wine is that it's delicious. The not so great thing is that eventually, you get drunk.
What he thought would've been a nice buzz after a few glasses of wine, turned out to be a total state of drunkenness.
Draco was utterly inebriated and it was all Potter’s fault. However, Potter also looked just as equally intoxicated, and that made Draco feel better. He reckoned.
“How am I going to get home…” Draco wondered to himself; nearly forgetting the fact that Potter was right next to him. They’d managed to leave the restaurant with dignity, but walking down the street really was proving to be absolutely difficult.
“I can Apparate-”
“You can’t Apparate, you fool!” Draco said, louder than he’d intended. “I mean…you’re pissed.”
“So are you,” Potter said.
“I can take the Floo-”
“The restaurant is back there,” Potter said, pointing in the direction from which they’d come. “We can go back.”
“I’m not going back,” Draco said, defensively. He didn’t want anyone to know how drunk he was. Except for Potter, he supposed. He was okay with Potter knowing his smashed state.
“We can wait here and…” Potter trailed off as the familiar violently purple bus screeched to a halt in front of them.
They’d barely settled on a bed when the bus took with faster than the speed of light. Potter landed right on top of Draco and if Draco had any energy, he would have pushed Potter off him, but he didn’t have energy nor desire to push him. Draco could admit to himself now--he sort of liked the idea of Potter being so close to him. On top of him, even.
“Where…where are we going? Did you tell him where we’re-”
“My place,” Potter said, finally managing to straighten himself up.
Draco was terribly tired. He simply rolled over and closed his eyes. God, what brought it on that he drank so bloody much in one evening? Sure, the wine was excellent, but he didn’t have to drink that much. He was going to be nursing a hang over the next day and cursing himself over his inability to say no to a refill. Especially if the drink was the most exquisite wine. Being poured by Potter, who knew what he was talking about and Draco couldn’t get past the sex in his voice.
“Not now…” He mumbled to himself. He didn’t need to think about the sex in Potter’s voice now.
“Come on, Draco.”
Draco felt himself getting dragged from the comfort of the bed and he whined as Potter placed his arm around Draco’s waist and pulled him up. “Two more minutes,” Draco said, and through his peripheral vision, saw the tall man in an all purple suit laughing at him.
Draco scowled at the man, but now his back was to him, and his reaction went unnoticed.
“How will I get home?” he asked Potter.
“Sleep it off here.”
“I’m not sleeping with you,” Draco snapped, although, he wouldn’t have minded sleeping next to Potter. With Potter. Under Potter.
“I have guestrooms, Draco.”
“Aren’t you fancy?” Draco said and he rested his head on Potter’s shoulder as he was ushered into Potter’s place.
When they entered Potter’s home, Potter let go of Draco, and Draco almost immediately sagged into the sofa. He didn’t realise Potter’d left until he’d come back to the sitting room with some folded clothes and a toothbrush.
Without a word, Draco took the things Potter was offering and made his way to the bathroom. When he returned, Potter had rid of his robes and was dressed in a Muggle t-shirt and silk trousers. Draco was wearing the same thing, except Potter’s clothes definitely fit Potter better and were a bit loose on Draco.
“I’ll show you to the guestroo-”
“No,” Draco said. “I want to sleep in your bed.”
Potter’s eyebrows rose up and he studied Draco’s face. “I thought you said you weren’t sleeping with me.”
“I only sleep in my bed, or I can’t sleep. If you don’t wish to share-”
“No, that’s fine,” Potter said hurriedly. “We can sleep together.”
“Just sleep,” Draco said.
Potter raised his hands in mock surrender and took a step back. “Let’s go.”
Draco started to follow him but lost his footing. Potter was there to catch him. “You okay?” he asked softly. His arms were around Draco again, and his warm breath sent shivers down Draco’s spine.
Just sleep. Get real, Draco. PART EIGHT HERE
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365x2
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Created for: HOGWARTS365 PROMPT 140. Day 15 for hp_may_madness
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: 1. Unbetaed. 2. The characters in this story are ridiculous. They are fickle, unsure of what they want and rather contradictory. So just go with it. Also, I really need to catch up on my WIPs. 3. The story has a TAG HERE. Or Read all the parts on AO3 HERE
PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE, PART SIX
Summary: The great thing about expensive wine is that it's delicious. The not so great thing is that eventually, you get drunk.
What he thought would've been a nice buzz after a few glasses of wine, turned out to be a total state of drunkenness.
Draco was utterly inebriated and it was all Potter’s fault. However, Potter also looked just as equally intoxicated, and that made Draco feel better. He reckoned.
“How am I going to get home…” Draco wondered to himself; nearly forgetting the fact that Potter was right next to him. They’d managed to leave the restaurant with dignity, but walking down the street really was proving to be absolutely difficult.
“I can Apparate-”
“You can’t Apparate, you fool!” Draco said, louder than he’d intended. “I mean…you’re pissed.”
“So are you,” Potter said.
“I can take the Floo-”
“The restaurant is back there,” Potter said, pointing in the direction from which they’d come. “We can go back.”
“I’m not going back,” Draco said, defensively. He didn’t want anyone to know how drunk he was. Except for Potter, he supposed. He was okay with Potter knowing his smashed state.
“We can wait here and…” Potter trailed off as the familiar violently purple bus screeched to a halt in front of them.
They’d barely settled on a bed when the bus took with faster than the speed of light. Potter landed right on top of Draco and if Draco had any energy, he would have pushed Potter off him, but he didn’t have energy nor desire to push him. Draco could admit to himself now--he sort of liked the idea of Potter being so close to him. On top of him, even.
“Where…where are we going? Did you tell him where we’re-”
“My place,” Potter said, finally managing to straighten himself up.
Draco was terribly tired. He simply rolled over and closed his eyes. God, what brought it on that he drank so bloody much in one evening? Sure, the wine was excellent, but he didn’t have to drink that much. He was going to be nursing a hang over the next day and cursing himself over his inability to say no to a refill. Especially if the drink was the most exquisite wine. Being poured by Potter, who knew what he was talking about and Draco couldn’t get past the sex in his voice.
“Not now…” He mumbled to himself. He didn’t need to think about the sex in Potter’s voice now.
“Come on, Draco.”
Draco felt himself getting dragged from the comfort of the bed and he whined as Potter placed his arm around Draco’s waist and pulled him up. “Two more minutes,” Draco said, and through his peripheral vision, saw the tall man in an all purple suit laughing at him.
Draco scowled at the man, but now his back was to him, and his reaction went unnoticed.
“How will I get home?” he asked Potter.
“Sleep it off here.”
“I’m not sleeping with you,” Draco snapped, although, he wouldn’t have minded sleeping next to Potter. With Potter. Under Potter.
“I have guestrooms, Draco.”
“Aren’t you fancy?” Draco said and he rested his head on Potter’s shoulder as he was ushered into Potter’s place.
When they entered Potter’s home, Potter let go of Draco, and Draco almost immediately sagged into the sofa. He didn’t realise Potter’d left until he’d come back to the sitting room with some folded clothes and a toothbrush.
Without a word, Draco took the things Potter was offering and made his way to the bathroom. When he returned, Potter had rid of his robes and was dressed in a Muggle t-shirt and silk trousers. Draco was wearing the same thing, except Potter’s clothes definitely fit Potter better and were a bit loose on Draco.
“I’ll show you to the guestroo-”
“No,” Draco said. “I want to sleep in your bed.”
Potter’s eyebrows rose up and he studied Draco’s face. “I thought you said you weren’t sleeping with me.”
“I only sleep in my bed, or I can’t sleep. If you don’t wish to share-”
“No, that’s fine,” Potter said hurriedly. “We can sleep together.”
“Just sleep,” Draco said.
Potter raised his hands in mock surrender and took a step back. “Let’s go.”
Draco started to follow him but lost his footing. Potter was there to catch him. “You okay?” he asked softly. His arms were around Draco again, and his warm breath sent shivers down Draco’s spine.
Just sleep. Get real, Draco. PART EIGHT HERE