you must give me half a chance (A Season for Weddings, Ch. 22)
Title: you must give me half a chance
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1500 (WHAT?)
Challenge: Early bird prompt - holly berries (or whatever) for
slythindor100
A/N: Unbetaed. Part of "A Season for Weddings" story.
Chapter Summary: I am just as good as you or any kind
Harry and Draco are seated at a table with Millicent's cousins who didn't know much about the two of them besides their names. They were all too young to have been part of the war, and were mildly aware that "Harry is kind of a big deal" - which was the way Millicent had introduced them.
The table was crowded, and there were definitely more people there than should have been allowed. But Harry had a sneaky suspicion it was to make Draco miserable. Even if Millicent felt "bad" for what she'd done to Draco, she wanted to remain married to Nott. Surely, after treating Draco terribly at her wedding, but not in a straight-forward way, or making him so uncomfortable, he wouldn't be around anymore was part of her plan. Harry wouldn't put it past her.
Because of how crowded the table was, Harry and Draco were pressed together. As the wine was served, someone knocked it over before Harry had a chance to grab his glass. Then, another one of Millicent's cousins tried to salvage the situation with his wand, and the glass bottle burst and blew up everywhere. Thankfully, Draco was the one that was weirded out, but Harry still had his wits. He grabbed for his wand, and handled the mess before all of their robes were covered with red wine.
Watching Harry at work, Draco came to the rescue as well. He spelled the glasses and the decorations at the table small for everyone seated there, but it would look normal to everyone else. "If they take pictures, nothing will look out of place." The glasses still held the same quantity of wine, and the plates held the same amount of food, but there was enough space for them to move around.
"Good thinking," Harry said, bumping Draco's knee. "Too bad we can't use an extension charm on this table."
"Agreed," replied Draco with a smile. He stared at Harry for a long while, as if trying to decide something, but didn't say anything else.
Draco's knee continued to press against Harry's and Harry didn't push. He was all sorts of confused himself. His feelings were all over the place - how did one react when one fancied another, but then was asked to pretend to be his boyfriend at a wedding? But Draco hadn't asked. Harry had offered.
*
Things were going well, and Harry thought he might have recovered from the wedding reception unscathed until it was time to make a toast.
When Draco's name was called, he looked flustered. "Bloody hell, I forgot all about the toast," he said.
"Do you want me to go up there with you?" Harry asked, his hand squeezing the top of Draco's knee.
"But, I don't know what to say."
Harry rolled his eyes. "How many weddings have been to together?" Harry asked, laughing, "I'm sure you can think of something."
"But none of those grooms were…you know…"
"Draco, are you ready?" Millicent's maid of honour, Tracey Davis, asked from across the hall.
"Now or never," Harry said, grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him up. "Come on."
They walked across the room together where Tracey was standing with a small microphone hovering in the air.
"Just the Best Man, Potter," Tracey said, eyeing him.
"I don't leave my man's side, so get out of the way, Davis," Harry said in a low voice, which earned him a look from Draco.
"It's Miller now. Tracey Davis-Miller," she said.
"Fantastic. Now, you're hogging up our time so if you wouldn't mind-"
"What's got into you?" Draco asked, leaning closer to Harry's ear.
Harry felt Draco's breath against him and shivered. "I've no fucking clue." He'd rather eat poisonous holly berries than be there but he felt obligated to help Draco and he was not going to back down now.
He didn't know what it was exactly, but he just felt strange being there, at the party. Even though it was a happy occasion, he'd felt on edge from the start. Maybe because he realised, Draco wasn't happy to be there either. He didn't know much about what was going on in Draco's head, but Harry's need to protect was strong.
*
The wine'd hit him harder than he'd realised. Harry had to quickly figure out that Draco too flustered to give a Best Man's speech. So he began talking… "As some of you know…obviously, Draco and I were honoured to be selected to bless the wedding…" Harry started the speech as Draco was frozen silent next to him.
Seriously, you're the Best Man… how could you forget you were supposed to make a fucking toast, Malfoy?.
"Quick history: Draco and I met a few years ago at our friends' wedding - and since then we kept meeting until I decided enough was enough…" Harry leaned over and took Draco's hand in his and squeezed it. Then, he turned to look at Draco, and spoke, "The wedding today was beautiful. It's obvious to all of us Nott-Theodore and Millicent truly love each other. But sometimes, love isn't enough. There needs to be an understanding, and respect, and, I have…for Draco. I have a lot of respect for him."
The room was quiet, as if hanging on every word Harry was saying. Honestly, Harry had no fucking clue what he was talking about.
Suddenly, Harry whipped around and turned to look at Nott and Millicent. "I see our Bride and Groom today- and I know, of course, Millicent adores Theodore. And the love and the energy that's sparkling in this room is because of these two. So all I want to-all we wish to say today to the lucky couple is I hope your love shines and sparkles for centuries, and you continue to inspire everyone around you of how pure and honest your love is."
Then there was a pause in the room, and because Harry was as dramatic as they came, continued, "Just like how you've inspired my love for Draco to be pure and honest…"
Harry took a step back and gestured for Draco to take the mic. He hoped it was all right enough for Draco to say a couple of words before they'd take their seats.
"Thank you," Draco said, hesitantly, and the Harry squeezed his hand again, and he continued. "Thank you for showing me what true love and respect is all about."
Fucking Slytherin, was all Harry thought before Draco pulled Harry towards him and kissed him. The entire room broke into applause thanks to the kiss which left Harry winded and gasping.
*
They were back in the hotel suite Draco had book for them after the wedding was over.
Harry really didn't know what he'd got himself into after making that speech at the wedding, and then causing a dramatic enough effect for Draco to kiss him like that. After they'd returned, Draco was mostly quiet and keeping to himself.
"I'll take a shower if that's all right with you? Or do you want to go first--"
"No, that's fine," Draco said, not looking at Harry.
"Brilliant," Harry whispered and gathered his things and headed to the bathroom.
When he was back, Draco was asleep on the bed.
Harry knew they had a big suite and even though they only had one bed, there was a sofa bed. Malfoy, he could call him Malfoy now because they weren't pretending when locked up in this room, hadn't said anything about their sleeping arrangements.
Harry stared at Malfoy sleeping for a few moments until there was a knock on the door. Harry wanted to groan. He could have bet his parents' life savings on who it was on the other side. He walked up to the door and opened it a few inches.
Surprise. Fucking Surprise.
"What do you want, Nott?" Harry whispered. If Malfoy was actually sleeping, he didn't want to walk him up.
"Don't think you're fooling anyone, Potter," Nott snapped.
"What do you want?"
"Where's Draco?"
"He's busy."
Nott scoffed. "Right."
"How can I help you? Beautiful ceremony by the way. Does your bride know you love it up the arse? I reckon I should have bought you a dildo as a wedding present."
"You two started your romance years ago?" Nott asked, sneering. "We know that's a lie."
Harry looked at Theodore Nott, up and down, and then up and down again, trying to understand what was going on there.
"Don't worry," he said finally, softly. "We're not going to tell anyone. Draco has moved on. And clearly you have too. This is your chance to start a life the way you want it. Don't hurt her. And stop hurting him. All right? Just leave now, and we can all forget this. We can all just start fresh. Yeah? That sound okay to you?"
This wasn't Harry's first time diffusing a situation and it wouldn't be his last. He did win that fucking Auror of the Year award, after all.
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/744995.html. Thanks for reading
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1500 (WHAT?)
Challenge: Early bird prompt - holly berries (or whatever) for
slythindor100
A/N: Unbetaed. Part of "A Season for Weddings" story.
Chapter Summary: I am just as good as you or any kind
Harry and Draco are seated at a table with Millicent's cousins who didn't know much about the two of them besides their names. They were all too young to have been part of the war, and were mildly aware that "Harry is kind of a big deal" - which was the way Millicent had introduced them.
The table was crowded, and there were definitely more people there than should have been allowed. But Harry had a sneaky suspicion it was to make Draco miserable. Even if Millicent felt "bad" for what she'd done to Draco, she wanted to remain married to Nott. Surely, after treating Draco terribly at her wedding, but not in a straight-forward way, or making him so uncomfortable, he wouldn't be around anymore was part of her plan. Harry wouldn't put it past her.
Because of how crowded the table was, Harry and Draco were pressed together. As the wine was served, someone knocked it over before Harry had a chance to grab his glass. Then, another one of Millicent's cousins tried to salvage the situation with his wand, and the glass bottle burst and blew up everywhere. Thankfully, Draco was the one that was weirded out, but Harry still had his wits. He grabbed for his wand, and handled the mess before all of their robes were covered with red wine.
Watching Harry at work, Draco came to the rescue as well. He spelled the glasses and the decorations at the table small for everyone seated there, but it would look normal to everyone else. "If they take pictures, nothing will look out of place." The glasses still held the same quantity of wine, and the plates held the same amount of food, but there was enough space for them to move around.
"Good thinking," Harry said, bumping Draco's knee. "Too bad we can't use an extension charm on this table."
"Agreed," replied Draco with a smile. He stared at Harry for a long while, as if trying to decide something, but didn't say anything else.
Draco's knee continued to press against Harry's and Harry didn't push. He was all sorts of confused himself. His feelings were all over the place - how did one react when one fancied another, but then was asked to pretend to be his boyfriend at a wedding? But Draco hadn't asked. Harry had offered.
*
Things were going well, and Harry thought he might have recovered from the wedding reception unscathed until it was time to make a toast.
When Draco's name was called, he looked flustered. "Bloody hell, I forgot all about the toast," he said.
"Do you want me to go up there with you?" Harry asked, his hand squeezing the top of Draco's knee.
"But, I don't know what to say."
Harry rolled his eyes. "How many weddings have been to together?" Harry asked, laughing, "I'm sure you can think of something."
"But none of those grooms were…you know…"
"Draco, are you ready?" Millicent's maid of honour, Tracey Davis, asked from across the hall.
"Now or never," Harry said, grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him up. "Come on."
They walked across the room together where Tracey was standing with a small microphone hovering in the air.
"Just the Best Man, Potter," Tracey said, eyeing him.
"I don't leave my man's side, so get out of the way, Davis," Harry said in a low voice, which earned him a look from Draco.
"It's Miller now. Tracey Davis-Miller," she said.
"Fantastic. Now, you're hogging up our time so if you wouldn't mind-"
"What's got into you?" Draco asked, leaning closer to Harry's ear.
Harry felt Draco's breath against him and shivered. "I've no fucking clue." He'd rather eat poisonous holly berries than be there but he felt obligated to help Draco and he was not going to back down now.
He didn't know what it was exactly, but he just felt strange being there, at the party. Even though it was a happy occasion, he'd felt on edge from the start. Maybe because he realised, Draco wasn't happy to be there either. He didn't know much about what was going on in Draco's head, but Harry's need to protect was strong.
*
The wine'd hit him harder than he'd realised. Harry had to quickly figure out that Draco too flustered to give a Best Man's speech. So he began talking… "As some of you know…obviously, Draco and I were honoured to be selected to bless the wedding…" Harry started the speech as Draco was frozen silent next to him.
Seriously, you're the Best Man… how could you forget you were supposed to make a fucking toast, Malfoy?.
"Quick history: Draco and I met a few years ago at our friends' wedding - and since then we kept meeting until I decided enough was enough…" Harry leaned over and took Draco's hand in his and squeezed it. Then, he turned to look at Draco, and spoke, "The wedding today was beautiful. It's obvious to all of us Nott-Theodore and Millicent truly love each other. But sometimes, love isn't enough. There needs to be an understanding, and respect, and, I have…for Draco. I have a lot of respect for him."
The room was quiet, as if hanging on every word Harry was saying. Honestly, Harry had no fucking clue what he was talking about.
Suddenly, Harry whipped around and turned to look at Nott and Millicent. "I see our Bride and Groom today- and I know, of course, Millicent adores Theodore. And the love and the energy that's sparkling in this room is because of these two. So all I want to-all we wish to say today to the lucky couple is I hope your love shines and sparkles for centuries, and you continue to inspire everyone around you of how pure and honest your love is."
Then there was a pause in the room, and because Harry was as dramatic as they came, continued, "Just like how you've inspired my love for Draco to be pure and honest…"
Harry took a step back and gestured for Draco to take the mic. He hoped it was all right enough for Draco to say a couple of words before they'd take their seats.
"Thank you," Draco said, hesitantly, and the Harry squeezed his hand again, and he continued. "Thank you for showing me what true love and respect is all about."
Fucking Slytherin, was all Harry thought before Draco pulled Harry towards him and kissed him. The entire room broke into applause thanks to the kiss which left Harry winded and gasping.
*
They were back in the hotel suite Draco had book for them after the wedding was over.
Harry really didn't know what he'd got himself into after making that speech at the wedding, and then causing a dramatic enough effect for Draco to kiss him like that. After they'd returned, Draco was mostly quiet and keeping to himself.
"I'll take a shower if that's all right with you? Or do you want to go first--"
"No, that's fine," Draco said, not looking at Harry.
"Brilliant," Harry whispered and gathered his things and headed to the bathroom.
When he was back, Draco was asleep on the bed.
Harry knew they had a big suite and even though they only had one bed, there was a sofa bed. Malfoy, he could call him Malfoy now because they weren't pretending when locked up in this room, hadn't said anything about their sleeping arrangements.
Harry stared at Malfoy sleeping for a few moments until there was a knock on the door. Harry wanted to groan. He could have bet his parents' life savings on who it was on the other side. He walked up to the door and opened it a few inches.
Surprise. Fucking Surprise.
"What do you want, Nott?" Harry whispered. If Malfoy was actually sleeping, he didn't want to walk him up.
"Don't think you're fooling anyone, Potter," Nott snapped.
"What do you want?"
"Where's Draco?"
"He's busy."
Nott scoffed. "Right."
"How can I help you? Beautiful ceremony by the way. Does your bride know you love it up the arse? I reckon I should have bought you a dildo as a wedding present."
"You two started your romance years ago?" Nott asked, sneering. "We know that's a lie."
Harry looked at Theodore Nott, up and down, and then up and down again, trying to understand what was going on there.
"Don't worry," he said finally, softly. "We're not going to tell anyone. Draco has moved on. And clearly you have too. This is your chance to start a life the way you want it. Don't hurt her. And stop hurting him. All right? Just leave now, and we can all forget this. We can all just start fresh. Yeah? That sound okay to you?"
This wasn't Harry's first time diffusing a situation and it wouldn't be his last. He did win that fucking Auror of the Year award, after all.
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/744995.html. Thanks for reading