Fic: "We Don't Talk Anymore" (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, PG)
Title: We Don't Talk Anymore
Author:
katie_flint
Prompt: Prompt 8: Cheers, for
draco100
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Word count: 100x2
Warnings: N/A
Notes: I never thought I'd particularly be a Drarry writer myself but I think I may have found a niche I like them in... grumpy old men xD Seriously though, it's a cute ship, I'm honored to paddle on into the fleet. (Also lowkey how did this kind become a song fic too, what, someone put Harry in a dress and complete the imagery).
Summary: A familar face offers Draco a drink at the bar...
Draco’s got the time, while his wife takes Scorpius to visit her side of the family, and he decides to visit an old drinking haunt.
He’s sitting quietly on his side of the bar, ignoring the few other patrons in the room. It’s quiet, and cold due to the draft at the door, but Draco doesn’t mind. He used to come here a lot, and it reminds him of good times gone-by.
“Well, if it isn’t Draco Malfoy,” a familiar voice sends a chill down his spine.
“Harry Potter,” He faux sneers.
“Buy you a drink?”
Draco accepts, “Cheers mate.”
“Cheers,” Harry says, downing a frothing butterbeer.
He hasn’t seen or heard from Draco in years, and the former Slytherin is sporting more silver hairs than Harry remembers. Then again, so is he.
They drink their ‘beers in practical silence but it’s not awkward, if anything it’s oddly comforting. He and Draco were never very good sharing words with one and other, ending up in fights more than they would’ve liked.
For a time, they’d let their bodies do the talking, and things were good.
But Draco had Astoria, and Harry had Ginny.
No, they don’t talk much these days.
Author:
katie_flint
Prompt: Prompt 8: Cheers, for
draco100
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Word count: 100x2
Warnings: N/A
Notes: I never thought I'd particularly be a Drarry writer myself but I think I may have found a niche I like them in... grumpy old men xD Seriously though, it's a cute ship, I'm honored to paddle on into the fleet. (Also lowkey how did this kind become a song fic too, what, someone put Harry in a dress and complete the imagery).
Summary: A familar face offers Draco a drink at the bar...
Draco’s got the time, while his wife takes Scorpius to visit her side of the family, and he decides to visit an old drinking haunt.
He’s sitting quietly on his side of the bar, ignoring the few other patrons in the room. It’s quiet, and cold due to the draft at the door, but Draco doesn’t mind. He used to come here a lot, and it reminds him of good times gone-by.
“Well, if it isn’t Draco Malfoy,” a familiar voice sends a chill down his spine.
“Harry Potter,” He faux sneers.
“Buy you a drink?”
Draco accepts, “Cheers mate.”
“Cheers,” Harry says, downing a frothing butterbeer.
He hasn’t seen or heard from Draco in years, and the former Slytherin is sporting more silver hairs than Harry remembers. Then again, so is he.
They drink their ‘beers in practical silence but it’s not awkward, if anything it’s oddly comforting. He and Draco were never very good sharing words with one and other, ending up in fights more than they would’ve liked.
For a time, they’d let their bodies do the talking, and things were good.
But Draco had Astoria, and Harry had Ginny.
No, they don’t talk much these days.