Surprise Visitor
Title: Surprise Visitor
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 494
Prompt: 'Character/s must be using a dating section of a newspaper. Like a personals column,' from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
This was beyond humiliating. If it had been possible for Harry to go back to bed and hibernate for the rest of his life then he would have.
“I can’t believe you did that!” he yelled, eyes narrowed accusatorily.
Ron gave an unapologetic shrug. “Needs must, mate.”
“What?”
“It’s simple, really. You need to get laid. I’m just offering a friendly helping hand.”
“By placing an ad in the dating section of the Prophet? Have you gone mad?”
That infuriating grin on Ron’s face was really starting to drive Harry mad. Ron only ever smiled like that when he was convinced that he was right about something.
“Relax, Harry. I didn’t use your actual name in it. Nobody’s going to know who you are unless you agree to meet them.” Ron picked the paper up from the table where Harry had dropped it in horror. Clearing his throat, he read, “Dark haired male seeks another man for companionship and more. Has large capacity to love and needs stable, patient partner. Apply via owl to James Evans.”
“I’m doomed,” Harry muttered, dropping his head to the table with a loud thunk.
Ron patted his shoulder. “You’re about to get lucky,” he said.
Harry was so, so dead.
***
The last person that Harry had expected to see when he opened his front door was Draco Malfoy. He was so surprised, in fact, that the only words he could seem to get out were, “What are you doing here?”
Infuriatingly, Malfoy didn’t answer the question. “Let’s see,” he said instead, making a show of looking Harry up and down. “Matches the description.” He stuck his hand in his trouser pocket and produced what looked like a piece of newspaper. “Seeks another man,” he read aloud.
“Oh my god,” Harry said, realising what was going on. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Malfoy smirked at him. “I may not be the most patient of people and some may question how stable I am, but… oh, do shut your mouth, Potter, or should I say Evans? Honestly, you might’ve been a bit more inventive, don’t you think?”
“Ron wrote it,” Harry said faintly, before he could stop himself. This was so not happening.
“Right…”
Suddenly realising what it must look like to have Draco Malfoy standing in his doorway, Harry grabbed his wrist, dragged him into the house and firmly shut the front door.
“Ooh,” Malfoy said. “You forgot to mention forceful.”
“Shut up. This isn’t…”
“Alright,” said Malfoy, ignoring Harry as he began to stutter, and before Harry had registered what was happening Malfoy had leaned forward they were kissing, hot and wet and sloppy but oh so good…
“Ah,” breathed Malfoy - Draco - minutes later when they had broken apart. “Does that mean my application has been accepted?”
Harry rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the edges of his mouth from curling up into a smile. Maybe he was going to need to thank Ron after all.
Comments, as always, are welcome!
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 494
Prompt: 'Character/s must be using a dating section of a newspaper. Like a personals column,' from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
This was beyond humiliating. If it had been possible for Harry to go back to bed and hibernate for the rest of his life then he would have.
“I can’t believe you did that!” he yelled, eyes narrowed accusatorily.
Ron gave an unapologetic shrug. “Needs must, mate.”
“What?”
“It’s simple, really. You need to get laid. I’m just offering a friendly helping hand.”
“By placing an ad in the dating section of the Prophet? Have you gone mad?”
That infuriating grin on Ron’s face was really starting to drive Harry mad. Ron only ever smiled like that when he was convinced that he was right about something.
“Relax, Harry. I didn’t use your actual name in it. Nobody’s going to know who you are unless you agree to meet them.” Ron picked the paper up from the table where Harry had dropped it in horror. Clearing his throat, he read, “Dark haired male seeks another man for companionship and more. Has large capacity to love and needs stable, patient partner. Apply via owl to James Evans.”
“I’m doomed,” Harry muttered, dropping his head to the table with a loud thunk.
Ron patted his shoulder. “You’re about to get lucky,” he said.
Harry was so, so dead.
***
The last person that Harry had expected to see when he opened his front door was Draco Malfoy. He was so surprised, in fact, that the only words he could seem to get out were, “What are you doing here?”
Infuriatingly, Malfoy didn’t answer the question. “Let’s see,” he said instead, making a show of looking Harry up and down. “Matches the description.” He stuck his hand in his trouser pocket and produced what looked like a piece of newspaper. “Seeks another man,” he read aloud.
“Oh my god,” Harry said, realising what was going on. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Malfoy smirked at him. “I may not be the most patient of people and some may question how stable I am, but… oh, do shut your mouth, Potter, or should I say Evans? Honestly, you might’ve been a bit more inventive, don’t you think?”
“Ron wrote it,” Harry said faintly, before he could stop himself. This was so not happening.
“Right…”
Suddenly realising what it must look like to have Draco Malfoy standing in his doorway, Harry grabbed his wrist, dragged him into the house and firmly shut the front door.
“Ooh,” Malfoy said. “You forgot to mention forceful.”
“Shut up. This isn’t…”
“Alright,” said Malfoy, ignoring Harry as he began to stutter, and before Harry had registered what was happening Malfoy had leaned forward they were kissing, hot and wet and sloppy but oh so good…
“Ah,” breathed Malfoy - Draco - minutes later when they had broken apart. “Does that mean my application has been accepted?”
Harry rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the edges of his mouth from curling up into a smile. Maybe he was going to need to thank Ron after all.
Comments, as always, are welcome!