A Weekend Away
Title: A Weekend Away
Author: alisanne
Team: Death Eaters
Rating: PG
Word count: 100 x 4
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson.
Challenge: Written for DracoHarry100's prompt #159: Drift, blue, sand, surf, towel, salty, sun, sail, sea shell, fishy, bonfire, picnic.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta: sevfan
Authors Notes: Harry asks a question, it's just not the one Draco was hoping for. This is part nine in my New Beginnings Series and will be best understood if you read the other installments, which are: A Closer Eye, Renewing Their Acquaintance, Playing Hard to Get, Suddenly Serious, The Interrogation, Disaster Prevention, Timing is Everything and Ferocious.
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A Weekend Away
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“...getting too serious--”
Draco sighed. Arriving at work to find Granger and Weasley haranguing Harry was becoming a regular event.
“He’s acting fishy--” Weasley looked up as Draco walked in.
“Goodbye, guys.” Harry sounded firm and as Draco watched, Granger and Weasley exchanged glances, then left.
“Sorry about that,” Harry said, coming around his desk to pull Draco close. “They’re a bit...overprotective.”
“Why this time?” Draco asked.
Harry smiled. “I want to spend the weekend with you.”
Draco shrugged. That wasn’t different. “All right.”
“At the beach.”
Oh. “All right.”
Harry grinned. “Really?”
“Really.” Why not? “I like beaches.”
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“Fiji?!” Pansy shrieked as she stormed through his Floo. “Oh my God!”
Draco couldn’t blame her, really. He hadn’t realised Harry’d meant Fiji when he said ‘the beach’. “Yes, and I must pack, so--”
“I’m so jealous!” She collapsed onto his sofa. “Blue sky and sea, sand, sun, shells, romantic picnics on the beach--!” She sat straight up, eyes wide. “Merlin, this is the perfect opportunity for him to propose!”
“No, really?” Draco deadpanned. As if that hadn’t occurred to me?
“You think so, too.” She smirked. “Oh, darling, you’ll have to pack very carefully.”
Draco sighed. He really would.
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Draco had been just about to drift off when he felt Harry’s fingers trailing down his back. He shivered.
“Awake?” Harry whispered.
Draco smiled. “Barely.” He cracked one eye open. “Between the pounding of the surf and the salty tang in the air, I don’t stand a chance.”
“The pounding of the surf?” Harry asked. “That wasn’t the pounding I hoped you’d remember.”
“Prat,” Draco replied, flushing.
“Your prat.” Harry’s hand was now rubbing soothing circles on Draco’s back.
That you are. “Is there a reason you’re interrupting my nap?”
Harry laughed. “I’ve...a proposal.”
Draco was suddenly really awake.
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“Beach bonfire?” Draco repeated. “That’s your proposal?”
Harry nodded, positioning his towel strategically over his lap. “I’m told it’s like Beltane back home. People sail from all over to come and celebrate. I thought you’d like to go.”
Draco sighed. “Sounds like fun.” He smirked, deciding to test the waters. “Maybe we can each pick up other men. You know, for some variety.”
Harry responded with gratifying speed, straddling him. “Other men?” he growled. “You want other men?”
Fuck, no. “I just thought that you--”
“I only want you, Draco. You’re mine.” Harry looked fierce.
Draco smiled, relieved. “Just checking.”
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Author: alisanne
Team: Death Eaters
Rating: PG
Word count: 100 x 4
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson.
Challenge: Written for DracoHarry100's prompt #159: Drift, blue, sand, surf, towel, salty, sun, sail, sea shell, fishy, bonfire, picnic.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta: sevfan
Authors Notes: Harry asks a question, it's just not the one Draco was hoping for. This is part nine in my New Beginnings Series and will be best understood if you read the other installments, which are: A Closer Eye, Renewing Their Acquaintance, Playing Hard to Get, Suddenly Serious, The Interrogation, Disaster Prevention, Timing is Everything and Ferocious.
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A Weekend Away
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“...getting too serious--”
Draco sighed. Arriving at work to find Granger and Weasley haranguing Harry was becoming a regular event.
“He’s acting fishy--” Weasley looked up as Draco walked in.
“Goodbye, guys.” Harry sounded firm and as Draco watched, Granger and Weasley exchanged glances, then left.
“Sorry about that,” Harry said, coming around his desk to pull Draco close. “They’re a bit...overprotective.”
“Why this time?” Draco asked.
Harry smiled. “I want to spend the weekend with you.”
Draco shrugged. That wasn’t different. “All right.”
“At the beach.”
Oh. “All right.”
Harry grinned. “Really?”
“Really.” Why not? “I like beaches.”
~
“Fiji?!” Pansy shrieked as she stormed through his Floo. “Oh my God!”
Draco couldn’t blame her, really. He hadn’t realised Harry’d meant Fiji when he said ‘the beach’. “Yes, and I must pack, so--”
“I’m so jealous!” She collapsed onto his sofa. “Blue sky and sea, sand, sun, shells, romantic picnics on the beach--!” She sat straight up, eyes wide. “Merlin, this is the perfect opportunity for him to propose!”
“No, really?” Draco deadpanned. As if that hadn’t occurred to me?
“You think so, too.” She smirked. “Oh, darling, you’ll have to pack very carefully.”
Draco sighed. He really would.
~
Draco had been just about to drift off when he felt Harry’s fingers trailing down his back. He shivered.
“Awake?” Harry whispered.
Draco smiled. “Barely.” He cracked one eye open. “Between the pounding of the surf and the salty tang in the air, I don’t stand a chance.”
“The pounding of the surf?” Harry asked. “That wasn’t the pounding I hoped you’d remember.”
“Prat,” Draco replied, flushing.
“Your prat.” Harry’s hand was now rubbing soothing circles on Draco’s back.
That you are. “Is there a reason you’re interrupting my nap?”
Harry laughed. “I’ve...a proposal.”
Draco was suddenly really awake.
~
“Beach bonfire?” Draco repeated. “That’s your proposal?”
Harry nodded, positioning his towel strategically over his lap. “I’m told it’s like Beltane back home. People sail from all over to come and celebrate. I thought you’d like to go.”
Draco sighed. “Sounds like fun.” He smirked, deciding to test the waters. “Maybe we can each pick up other men. You know, for some variety.”
Harry responded with gratifying speed, straddling him. “Other men?” he growled. “You want other men?”
Fuck, no. “I just thought that you--”
“I only want you, Draco. You’re mine.” Harry looked fierce.
Draco smiled, relieved. “Just checking.”
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