The Date, Part 3
Title: The Date, Part 3
Author:
digthewriter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 365
Rating: PG
Challenge/Summary: Written for prompt: Electric @
hp_may_madness, Day 3.
A/N: Unbetaed.
At midnight, Draco found himself at his favourite Muggle pub, Capsule. He liked it because the bartender was a wizard himself and he wasn't as antagonising towards Draco as most wizards tend to be. An additional perk was Muggles didn't know who he was.
Even though it'd been years since the war, and Draco had more than made up for his family's wrong choices during the war, there were many who still frowned upon the Malfoy name.
"What are you doing here?" Terrence, Draco's bartender friend asked. "I thought you had a date…or did it end already?" Terrence laughed and poured Draco a scotch. "That's a bummer."
"Why?" Draco asked, nodding at Terrence for the drink before he placed a few notes of Muggle money in front of him.
Terrence was nice to look at, and Draco had considered asking him out on a date himself but even though Terrence worked at a gay pub, he was straight. Thankfully, he'd shared information with Draco before Draco had embarrassed himself. Still, his electric blue eyes were something to write sonnets about.
"Why is it a bummer?" he added.
"I thought you were really looking forward to it."
"What makes you say that?" Draco asked, surprised.
"Your eyes always lit up when you talked about Harry Potter. I mean, I know who that is of course, and everyone gets a bit excited talking about Potter, but it was just the way you…" Terrence shrugged.
"I what?" Draco asked, curious.
"I don't know. You always frowned talking about him, but your eyes always went soft. It was a strange expression, and something I couldn't decipher. Not until you told me you'd finally said yes to a dinner date. So what happened?"
Draco frowned again, and he glared at his drink before looking up at Terrence. "He didn't show."
"What?" Terrence exclaimed, almost scaring his coworkers. "Hold on a second…" he said and he went to get another bloke his drink.
By the time Terrence returned, Draco had finished his drink. Terrence, without any hesitation, filled Draco's glass and refused his money. "So, you were saying?" he said.
"I was saying I should've never said yes," said Draco.
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/598555.html. Thanks for reading
Author:
digthewriter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 365
Rating: PG
Challenge/Summary: Written for prompt: Electric @
hp_may_madness, Day 3.
A/N: Unbetaed.
At midnight, Draco found himself at his favourite Muggle pub, Capsule. He liked it because the bartender was a wizard himself and he wasn't as antagonising towards Draco as most wizards tend to be. An additional perk was Muggles didn't know who he was.
Even though it'd been years since the war, and Draco had more than made up for his family's wrong choices during the war, there were many who still frowned upon the Malfoy name.
"What are you doing here?" Terrence, Draco's bartender friend asked. "I thought you had a date…or did it end already?" Terrence laughed and poured Draco a scotch. "That's a bummer."
"Why?" Draco asked, nodding at Terrence for the drink before he placed a few notes of Muggle money in front of him.
Terrence was nice to look at, and Draco had considered asking him out on a date himself but even though Terrence worked at a gay pub, he was straight. Thankfully, he'd shared information with Draco before Draco had embarrassed himself. Still, his electric blue eyes were something to write sonnets about.
"Why is it a bummer?" he added.
"I thought you were really looking forward to it."
"What makes you say that?" Draco asked, surprised.
"Your eyes always lit up when you talked about Harry Potter. I mean, I know who that is of course, and everyone gets a bit excited talking about Potter, but it was just the way you…" Terrence shrugged.
"I what?" Draco asked, curious.
"I don't know. You always frowned talking about him, but your eyes always went soft. It was a strange expression, and something I couldn't decipher. Not until you told me you'd finally said yes to a dinner date. So what happened?"
Draco frowned again, and he glared at his drink before looking up at Terrence. "He didn't show."
"What?" Terrence exclaimed, almost scaring his coworkers. "Hold on a second…" he said and he went to get another bloke his drink.
By the time Terrence returned, Draco had finished his drink. Terrence, without any hesitation, filled Draco's glass and refused his money. "So, you were saying?" he said.
"I was saying I should've never said yes," said Draco.
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/598555.html. Thanks for reading