Tell Me Now (Harry/Draco)
Title: Tell Me Now
Author: digthewriter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: NA.
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Notes: Written for prompt 417 for slashthedrabble. This is sort of a continuation of “ Tell Me When” Series.
Also: Thank you, Forrest (_melodic_'s husband), for suggesting that thugs that sell drugs in the wizarding world should be called: Thuggles. Sadly, I ended up not using the term. Still love it though!
Summary: Harry isn't the only one feeling lonely.
The job was simple enough, and Harry's disguise was good. He was working as kitchen-staff in one of the pubs the drug traffickers met in. The goal was to find out about their next meeting so the Aurors could sweep in and arrest the main supplier.
He had the info, he just needed to owl it to the Ministry quick, and then he was out of there.
When it was almost his last day undercover, Harry was surprised to find a familiar blond sitting at the pub. Harry'd been behind the bar at the time, "cleaning up."
Harry looked at Draco--in his disguise Harry was so familiar with and gaped.
"Need a drink?" Harry asked as if he didn't know the man.
"Firewhisky. Neat."
Harry looked at his boss who nodded at him so he could pour the drink for the customer. As he slid the whiskey-glass to Draco, Harry lowered his voice to speak. "What are you doing here, David?"
Draco smirked. "Why, Harper. I didn't think you'd recognise me."
Harry remembered the last time they'd done this, and it wasn't work related. His mouth watered at the memory.
He glared at Draco who eventually shrugged. "I was lonely." Tell me what
Author: digthewriter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: NA.
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Notes: Written for prompt 417 for slashthedrabble. This is sort of a continuation of “ Tell Me When” Series.
Also: Thank you, Forrest (_melodic_'s husband), for suggesting that thugs that sell drugs in the wizarding world should be called: Thuggles. Sadly, I ended up not using the term. Still love it though!
Summary: Harry isn't the only one feeling lonely.
The job was simple enough, and Harry's disguise was good. He was working as kitchen-staff in one of the pubs the drug traffickers met in. The goal was to find out about their next meeting so the Aurors could sweep in and arrest the main supplier.
He had the info, he just needed to owl it to the Ministry quick, and then he was out of there.
When it was almost his last day undercover, Harry was surprised to find a familiar blond sitting at the pub. Harry'd been behind the bar at the time, "cleaning up."
Harry looked at Draco--in his disguise Harry was so familiar with and gaped.
"Need a drink?" Harry asked as if he didn't know the man.
"Firewhisky. Neat."
Harry looked at his boss who nodded at him so he could pour the drink for the customer. As he slid the whiskey-glass to Draco, Harry lowered his voice to speak. "What are you doing here, David?"
Draco smirked. "Why, Harper. I didn't think you'd recognise me."
Harry remembered the last time they'd done this, and it wasn't work related. His mouth watered at the memory.
He glared at Draco who eventually shrugged. "I was lonely." Tell me what