The Date, Part 22
Title: The Date, Part 22
Author:
digthewriter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Challenge/Summary: Written for challenge day 22: Breathe, for
hp_may_madness
Notes: Unbetaed
"If I wasn't so bone deep tired, I'd take you out for a drink."
Draco laughed. "Stop flirting with me, Michael. People will start to get the wrong idea. I don't want to get you in trouble."
"With whom? Potter? You think he'd punish me for flirting with you?" Michael asked, sounding amused.
"No. Others might stop having lunch with you for associating with a former Death-Eater," Draco said, pulling his long sleeve up to show the fading Dark Mark.
"Oh, please. Not this again. This isn't Hogwarts anymore; if you proved anything tonight, is how you can always hold your own."
"That is correct." Potter's voice came from behind them and Draco stiffened as Michael stopped walking, then they both turned around.
"Fancy seeing you here, Potter. Usually you don't visit my office."
"But he does follow me around," Draco muttered under his breath and Michael chuckled again.
Potter glared at the both of them.
Michael raised his hands in surrender and stepped back. "The field's all yours, Draco," he said, sounding like he was struggling to breathe. Perhaps because he wanted to laugh. So, he went into his office, closing the door behind him.
"Can I help you with something?" Draco asked, his tone was soft. He was either tired, or maybe he was tired of this song and dance with Potter.
"Can I take you home?" Potter asked, his eyes going wide. "I mean, can I drop you off at home? I have my broom in my office, when I go flying sometimes. I can give you a lift. They've strengthened the wards and we are no longer allowed to Apparate in or Disapparate out."
"There's always the Floo Network," Draco said. "I can get home fine, thank you."
"Right. So I'll escort you via the Floo."
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Author:
digthewriter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Challenge/Summary: Written for challenge day 22: Breathe, for
hp_may_madness
Notes: Unbetaed
"If I wasn't so bone deep tired, I'd take you out for a drink."
Draco laughed. "Stop flirting with me, Michael. People will start to get the wrong idea. I don't want to get you in trouble."
"With whom? Potter? You think he'd punish me for flirting with you?" Michael asked, sounding amused.
"No. Others might stop having lunch with you for associating with a former Death-Eater," Draco said, pulling his long sleeve up to show the fading Dark Mark.
"Oh, please. Not this again. This isn't Hogwarts anymore; if you proved anything tonight, is how you can always hold your own."
"That is correct." Potter's voice came from behind them and Draco stiffened as Michael stopped walking, then they both turned around.
"Fancy seeing you here, Potter. Usually you don't visit my office."
"But he does follow me around," Draco muttered under his breath and Michael chuckled again.
Potter glared at the both of them.
Michael raised his hands in surrender and stepped back. "The field's all yours, Draco," he said, sounding like he was struggling to breathe. Perhaps because he wanted to laugh. So, he went into his office, closing the door behind him.
"Can I help you with something?" Draco asked, his tone was soft. He was either tired, or maybe he was tired of this song and dance with Potter.
"Can I take you home?" Potter asked, his eyes going wide. "I mean, can I drop you off at home? I have my broom in my office, when I go flying sometimes. I can give you a lift. They've strengthened the wards and we are no longer allowed to Apparate in or Disapparate out."
"There's always the Floo Network," Draco said. "I can get home fine, thank you."
"Right. So I'll escort you via the Floo."
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/609688.html. Thanks for reading