Is that a golden snitch (or my heart) you're after? | CHAPTER 26
Title: Is that a golden snitch (or my heart) you're after? (AO3)
Chapter No. 26: Waiting for the night to begin.
Author/Artist
digthewriter
Length/Size of work: 540
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit is being made.
Prompt(s) Used: Traditional prompt # 5: pillows w/ words on them FOR
slythindor100
Summary: Draco is waiting for Potter to arrive at the Manor.
Draco sat on the sofa in the sitting room at Malfoy Manor in his best dark green satin pyjamas and held a book. He wasn't reading it. There was no way he was actually going to read a book while waiting for Potter to Floo-call him. If Potter was even going to do that. He figured he'd wait for as long as he could and then turn in. He'd asked Potter to stop by even if it was late - not know what 'late' really meant for the team or Potter.
Surely they would be enjoying their evening, having won a game no one expected them to, along with getting their pictures taken and all that.
Draco held onto the throw pillow Pansy had given him as a gift last Christmas, it was a silly little thing, but it brought him comfort. Now, as he waited for Potter, as anxious as ever, he could use all the comfort in the world.
The fire roared in the Floo and Draco heard a faint voice.
"Hello?"
"Yes?" Draco replied.
"It's Harry. Is still a good-"
"Yes." Goodness, Draco, try not to sound overly desperate, he told himself.
"Brilliant. Give me a moment…"
One minute later, Potter was standing in the sitting room at the Manor, facing Draco and wearing a huge grin.
"Um…Hello," Draco said, nervous. He'd never done this sort of thing before. Have a man simply show up at your place.
"Hi… Thanks for…um…" Potter cleared his throat. "Thanks for waiting. I'm glad to be here."
"How was the celebration?" asked Draco. He looked down at his empty glass of Firewhisky which he had been sipping on slowly. He needed it for courage but hadn't wanted to get drunk.
"It was fine. They all knew… I mean I tried to play it off but I think they all know where I was going tonight."
Draco released a long sigh. "Yes, well. Very well then. I suppose. Can I get you something to drink or eat, maybe? Did you lot eat anything besides chips at the pub?"
Potter shook his head. "I had a sandwich and some chips. But yeah… I could use a drink or…" Potter reached for Draco and Draco hesitantly closed the distance between them. "Or I could get drunk kissing you."
Draco rolled his eyes. Potter buried his face in Draco's neck. "I've grown to fancy you a lot, you know."
"Hmm…" said Draco. "So what do we do now?"
"Can I…?" Potter drawled, looking oddly shy. This was the first time Draco felt like he was holding back.
"What? Take me to bed?" Draco said in a whisper.
"Yes. But…" His cheeks reddened and he kissed Draco on the cheek. "Can I take a shower? And then… take you to bed? Just to talk and maybe cuddles? I don't want to rush this but I wanted to see you. I wanted to be here."
Both Potter and Draco seemed to release a tension that'd been in the air. Draco's shoulders relaxed and he didn't even know he'd been so tense, extra tense since Potter had arrived.
"Be my guest," he said softly and led Potter to the guest bathroom and handed him a dressing gown. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/818640.html. Thanks for reading
Chapter No. 26: Waiting for the night to begin.
Author/Artist
digthewriter
Length/Size of work: 540
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit is being made.
Prompt(s) Used: Traditional prompt # 5: pillows w/ words on them FOR
slythindor100
Summary: Draco is waiting for Potter to arrive at the Manor.
Draco sat on the sofa in the sitting room at Malfoy Manor in his best dark green satin pyjamas and held a book. He wasn't reading it. There was no way he was actually going to read a book while waiting for Potter to Floo-call him. If Potter was even going to do that. He figured he'd wait for as long as he could and then turn in. He'd asked Potter to stop by even if it was late - not know what 'late' really meant for the team or Potter.
Surely they would be enjoying their evening, having won a game no one expected them to, along with getting their pictures taken and all that.
Draco held onto the throw pillow Pansy had given him as a gift last Christmas, it was a silly little thing, but it brought him comfort. Now, as he waited for Potter, as anxious as ever, he could use all the comfort in the world.
The fire roared in the Floo and Draco heard a faint voice.
"Hello?"
"Yes?" Draco replied.
"It's Harry. Is still a good-"
"Yes." Goodness, Draco, try not to sound overly desperate, he told himself.
"Brilliant. Give me a moment…"
One minute later, Potter was standing in the sitting room at the Manor, facing Draco and wearing a huge grin.
"Um…Hello," Draco said, nervous. He'd never done this sort of thing before. Have a man simply show up at your place.
"Hi… Thanks for…um…" Potter cleared his throat. "Thanks for waiting. I'm glad to be here."
"How was the celebration?" asked Draco. He looked down at his empty glass of Firewhisky which he had been sipping on slowly. He needed it for courage but hadn't wanted to get drunk.
"It was fine. They all knew… I mean I tried to play it off but I think they all know where I was going tonight."
Draco released a long sigh. "Yes, well. Very well then. I suppose. Can I get you something to drink or eat, maybe? Did you lot eat anything besides chips at the pub?"
Potter shook his head. "I had a sandwich and some chips. But yeah… I could use a drink or…" Potter reached for Draco and Draco hesitantly closed the distance between them. "Or I could get drunk kissing you."
Draco rolled his eyes. Potter buried his face in Draco's neck. "I've grown to fancy you a lot, you know."
"Hmm…" said Draco. "So what do we do now?"
"Can I…?" Potter drawled, looking oddly shy. This was the first time Draco felt like he was holding back.
"What? Take me to bed?" Draco said in a whisper.
"Yes. But…" His cheeks reddened and he kissed Draco on the cheek. "Can I take a shower? And then… take you to bed? Just to talk and maybe cuddles? I don't want to rush this but I wanted to see you. I wanted to be here."
Both Potter and Draco seemed to release a tension that'd been in the air. Draco's shoulders relaxed and he didn't even know he'd been so tense, extra tense since Potter had arrived.
"Be my guest," he said softly and led Potter to the guest bathroom and handed him a dressing gown. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/818640.html. Thanks for reading