Potters were always trouble (Draco/James Sirius)
Title: Potters Were Always Trouble
Author:
digthewriter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/James Sirius
Word Count: ~950
Notes: Thanks to
_melodic_ for the beta. Background Neville/Charlie. For fic purposes, it's background: Ginny/Blaise, and Harry/Ron/Pansy - which is like totally not mentioned but it might help to know this as you read.
Warnings: Possibly non-canon looks on James Sirius. I just made stuff up.
"The patient on bed twelve is refusing to take the medication," the nurse informs Draco as he walks into the wing to start his shift. He's on call for the evening, and even though this is supposed to be a quiet night, he's sure that there would always be patients that would give him a hard time.
"Who is it?" Draco asks, looking over the chart for another patient. Olivia Longbottom-Weasley is in again. That girl is clumsier than her father.
"James Potter," the nurse says, hands him Potter's chart and walks away.
Bloody hell, the Quidditch star is back. Draco takes in a deep breath. He thinks it's high time he retires from working at St Mungo's and opens up his own practice. Alas, that cannot be done until tomorrow. For tonight, he must face Potter still.
What is it about the Potter clan that has him on edge? It's bad enough that his son is best friends with the younger one and the older Potter--Draco tries not to think about him.
"How are we doing today, Mr Potter?" Draco says as he walks into the room where James Sirius is situated. Since it is a slow night, the entire room is almost empty, save for Olivia who is sleeping like a log in the far corner of the room.
"Great now that you're here, Healer Malfoy," Potter smiles up at him and Draco tries to ignore the nervousness he feels. Why is he so bloody nervous around a bloke that is more than twenty years younger than him? Thankfully, he looks nothing like his father. He's got the reddish Weasley hair, the Weasley freckles, and deep brown eyes. It's Albus who’s a spitting image of his father.
"It's not a good idea to flirt with your Healer, Potter," Draco says, looking over the chart. "Why aren't you taking your potion? It's simply an ankle sprain and you needn't spend the night here if you'd just take your bloody potion."
Draco straightens himself up and clears his throat. "As much as we appreciate the business your Quidditch team provides us, we do love to bill you lot for your mishaps--you should consider that you might be taking a bed away from someone who actually needs it."
"Fine, I'll take the potion," Potter says without hesitation. "I never said I wouldn't take it. I'd just said that I wanted to see you before I took it."
"Why?" Draco asks, his tone is involuntarily dry. He honestly doesn't have time for this.
"Why haven't you been coming by for the family get-togethers?" Potter asks.
"I'm not part of the--"
"Scorpius is. You know that he's sweet on Rosie and it's only going to be a matter of time until they are an item. Besides, he was part of the family far before that. He's Al's best friend and all."
"Yes well, that's all very fascinating, but it doesn't have anything to do with me. Scorpius gives me the courteous invite--"
"It's not courteous," Potter says, rolling his eyes. When Draco doesn't respond, Potter continues speaking. "Fine, if you don't want to come, then you don't want to come. But how am I supposed to see you otherwise? I can't continue spraining my ankle--"
"I'll stop you right there, Potter. This flirting of yours..." Draco says waving his hand in a circular motion, "is cute and all, but there's no reason to continue this. I'm your Healer. St Mungo's' Healer, to be perfectly clear, I don't need--"
Draco doesn't get to finish his sentence because Potter's grabs onto his Healer robes and yanks him forward. A second later, Draco's lips are on Potter's and he's practically fallen on them.
When the man kisses Draco, he can't help but think of him as James. Draco can no longer identify him simply as Potter. James bites Draco's lower lip and sucks on it. The charts that he'd been holding fall on James's lap and he doesn't seem to care. His other arm snakes around and grabs the back of Draco's neck as he deepens the kiss.
Finally, Draco kisses him back. He's not supposed to be kissing him back, he knows this, but James's lips are soft, and he tastes sweet like blueberries and chocolate.
James moans as his tongue darts into Draco's mouth and from the corner of his eye, Draco can see Olivia stirring.
Draco quickly breaks the kiss and takes a step back. He picks up the fallen charts with ease and starts to walk away from James. In no time, he's by Olivia's side, making sure that she isn't in any pain.
When he turns, James is standing right there. He's supporting himself on one of the hospital provided crutches and looks thoroughly snogged. No doubt, Draco looks the same.
"Have dinner with me," James says, his arm reaching out, and he fixes Draco's collar. Then his fingers linger by Draco's neck as he slowly caresses Draco.
Draco nearly leans into the touch. "You're persistent," he says.
"Please?" James asks softly. "I don't want to find reasons to injure myself just so you can see me again. Just so I can find a reason to see you--"
"Fine!" Draco says hurriedly. "I don't want you hurting yourself."
"Aw, Healer Malfoy, I didn't know you cared."
Draco glowers at James and grabs a hold of him. He helps James get back on his bed, and as he lies down, Draco presses a quick kiss on James's lips. "I don't," he says and leaves the room.
Ten minutes later, the nurse informs Draco that James has taken his potion and is resting well. He'll be discharged in the morning.
Author:
digthewriter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/James Sirius
Word Count: ~950
Notes: Thanks to
_melodic_ for the beta. Background Neville/Charlie. For fic purposes, it's background: Ginny/Blaise, and Harry/Ron/Pansy - which is like totally not mentioned but it might help to know this as you read.
Warnings: Possibly non-canon looks on James Sirius. I just made stuff up.
"The patient on bed twelve is refusing to take the medication," the nurse informs Draco as he walks into the wing to start his shift. He's on call for the evening, and even though this is supposed to be a quiet night, he's sure that there would always be patients that would give him a hard time.
"Who is it?" Draco asks, looking over the chart for another patient. Olivia Longbottom-Weasley is in again. That girl is clumsier than her father.
"James Potter," the nurse says, hands him Potter's chart and walks away.
Bloody hell, the Quidditch star is back. Draco takes in a deep breath. He thinks it's high time he retires from working at St Mungo's and opens up his own practice. Alas, that cannot be done until tomorrow. For tonight, he must face Potter still.
What is it about the Potter clan that has him on edge? It's bad enough that his son is best friends with the younger one and the older Potter--Draco tries not to think about him.
"How are we doing today, Mr Potter?" Draco says as he walks into the room where James Sirius is situated. Since it is a slow night, the entire room is almost empty, save for Olivia who is sleeping like a log in the far corner of the room.
"Great now that you're here, Healer Malfoy," Potter smiles up at him and Draco tries to ignore the nervousness he feels. Why is he so bloody nervous around a bloke that is more than twenty years younger than him? Thankfully, he looks nothing like his father. He's got the reddish Weasley hair, the Weasley freckles, and deep brown eyes. It's Albus who’s a spitting image of his father.
"It's not a good idea to flirt with your Healer, Potter," Draco says, looking over the chart. "Why aren't you taking your potion? It's simply an ankle sprain and you needn't spend the night here if you'd just take your bloody potion."
Draco straightens himself up and clears his throat. "As much as we appreciate the business your Quidditch team provides us, we do love to bill you lot for your mishaps--you should consider that you might be taking a bed away from someone who actually needs it."
"Fine, I'll take the potion," Potter says without hesitation. "I never said I wouldn't take it. I'd just said that I wanted to see you before I took it."
"Why?" Draco asks, his tone is involuntarily dry. He honestly doesn't have time for this.
"Why haven't you been coming by for the family get-togethers?" Potter asks.
"I'm not part of the--"
"Scorpius is. You know that he's sweet on Rosie and it's only going to be a matter of time until they are an item. Besides, he was part of the family far before that. He's Al's best friend and all."
"Yes well, that's all very fascinating, but it doesn't have anything to do with me. Scorpius gives me the courteous invite--"
"It's not courteous," Potter says, rolling his eyes. When Draco doesn't respond, Potter continues speaking. "Fine, if you don't want to come, then you don't want to come. But how am I supposed to see you otherwise? I can't continue spraining my ankle--"
"I'll stop you right there, Potter. This flirting of yours..." Draco says waving his hand in a circular motion, "is cute and all, but there's no reason to continue this. I'm your Healer. St Mungo's' Healer, to be perfectly clear, I don't need--"
Draco doesn't get to finish his sentence because Potter's grabs onto his Healer robes and yanks him forward. A second later, Draco's lips are on Potter's and he's practically fallen on them.
When the man kisses Draco, he can't help but think of him as James. Draco can no longer identify him simply as Potter. James bites Draco's lower lip and sucks on it. The charts that he'd been holding fall on James's lap and he doesn't seem to care. His other arm snakes around and grabs the back of Draco's neck as he deepens the kiss.
Finally, Draco kisses him back. He's not supposed to be kissing him back, he knows this, but James's lips are soft, and he tastes sweet like blueberries and chocolate.
James moans as his tongue darts into Draco's mouth and from the corner of his eye, Draco can see Olivia stirring.
Draco quickly breaks the kiss and takes a step back. He picks up the fallen charts with ease and starts to walk away from James. In no time, he's by Olivia's side, making sure that she isn't in any pain.
When he turns, James is standing right there. He's supporting himself on one of the hospital provided crutches and looks thoroughly snogged. No doubt, Draco looks the same.
"Have dinner with me," James says, his arm reaching out, and he fixes Draco's collar. Then his fingers linger by Draco's neck as he slowly caresses Draco.
Draco nearly leans into the touch. "You're persistent," he says.
"Please?" James asks softly. "I don't want to find reasons to injure myself just so you can see me again. Just so I can find a reason to see you--"
"Fine!" Draco says hurriedly. "I don't want you hurting yourself."
"Aw, Healer Malfoy, I didn't know you cared."
Draco glowers at James and grabs a hold of him. He helps James get back on his bed, and as he lies down, Draco presses a quick kiss on James's lips. "I don't," he says and leaves the room.
Ten minutes later, the nurse informs Draco that James has taken his potion and is resting well. He'll be discharged in the morning.