Cinnamon, Spice, and Everything Leather
Title: Cinnamon, Spice, and Everything Leather
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, omc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Pre-slash, suggestion, creature fic
Word count: 850
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for bootsy_mine, using the prompts cinnamon, pumpkin, strategy
♦ Birthday gift for celestlyn, with a prompt of Essence of super-moon
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #95 - squash
♦ hp_creatures November prompt - pumpkin
Summary: Auror Potter needs Healer Malfoy's assistance, and he's not above sweetening the deal.
"It's a variation of Amortentia," Malfoy pronounced, after taking a cautious sniff of the vial Harry had brought to him.
That much, Harry knew. To him, the potion smelled of leather, treacle tart, and the wax used on broomsticks. "What do you smell?" Harry asked, hoping for casual.
It must have worked.
"It smells like pumpkin pie spiced with cinnamon, fresh rain, and leather," Malfoy mused. He blinked once and looked up at Harry. A charming flush suffused his cheeks. Malfoy cleared his throat and stoppered the vial. "Why have you brought me this to analyze?"
Harry forced himself to stop fantasizing about Malfoy and stick to business. "We believe it may have been used to induce criminal activity in a vampire, but Hermione says this particular potion is different from standard Amortentia."
"She's correct," said Malfoy. "It would have to be more potent than standard Amortentia to affect a vampire, but I'll need to run some tests on it to determine how it was altered."
"Thank you, Malfoy," Harry said. "When will you have an answer for me?"
"Why don't I just drop everything else I have to do and work on this for you, Auror Potter?"
Harry knew sarcasm when he heard it, but he was going to use Malfoy's snark to his advantage this time. "That's brilliant, Healer Malfoy," Harry said, clapping him on the shoulder. "I'll expect a report in two hours. Carry on."
Harry pivoted and sauntered out, leaving Malfoy spluttering behind him.
~*~
Harry strode into the windowless interrogation room. "Madigan," he drawled by way of greeting.
"Release me, Potter," the vampire hissed at him.
Harry didn't bother to reply. He uncorked another vial of the same potion he'd taken to Malfoy. Harry set it in front of the vampire, noting how the creature's nostrils flared.
"What do you smell?" Harry asked him.
Madigan licked his lips. "Blood," he all but purred. "I smell blood...and moonlight."
"Who gave this to you?"
The vampire's mouth snapped shut so quickly, his fangs clacked.
"It's a potent potion, Madigan," said Harry. "The person who gave you this did not have your best interests at heart."
"My kind are immune to your puny potions," Madigan hissed.
Harry stifled a frustrated sigh. "I'll be back later, when you're in the mood to talk," he said.
~*~
"Auror Potter?"
Harry looked up from his current case file and smiled. "Come in, Healer Malfoy," he invited, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. Harry had lobbied for Malfoy when Shacklebolt first brought up the idea of keeping a Healer on retainer at the Ministry. When Malfoy wasn't busy treating injured Aurors or criminals, he brewed potions and also worked to analyze them. It was Malfoy's proficiency with potions that had won him the job, and Harry was secretly delighted to be able to see more of the current object of his lustful affection.
Malfoy entered and took the seat across from Harry. His gray eyes were bright with excitement. "I've discovered the variable that made this particular Amortentia effective on vampires."
Harry sat up straight. "What is it?"
"Essence of Supermoon," Malfoy replied.
"Sorry?"
"It's condensation, or dew, if you will, that was collected on the night of the Supermoon," said Malfoy. "Adding it to the potion greatly enhanced its potency, especially where vampires are concerned." He sat back, smug grin firmly in place.
For once, Harry didn't begrudge him. Besides, he found that smirk sexy as hell. "Malfoy, you're brilliant," said Harry. "I owe you one."
~*~
Harry returned to his office in high spirits. Once confronted with the truth of the altered potion, Madigan had confessed all. He fancied himself in love with one Mehitabel Bellefeuille, and when she had suggested that Madigan had a rival for her affections, the vampire attacked Arnelius Cornflower. Since Cornflower had survived, and because Madigan was unduly influenced by the potion, his punishment would be less severe. Madam Bellefeuille would not be so fortunate.
Harry had deflected much of the praise to Malfoy, hoping it would make the prickly Healer more agreeable to a certain proposition. To that end, Harry began to plot his strategy.
~*~
The following day, Harry breezed into Malfoy's office, bearing a gift. "Ah, Healer Malfoy," said Harry. "I thought I might find you in your lair."
"Auror Potter," drawled Malfoy. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company today?" He said pleasure like it was a bad thing.
"I've brought you a gift," said Harry, producing a triangular container from the folds of his official robes.
Malfoy managed an expression that was both intrigued and suspicious. "What is it?"
Harry lifted the lid, allowing the spicy scent to waft out. "It's pumpkin pie, made with cinnamon," he said. "I told you I owed you one for analyzing that Amortentia so quickly."
Malfoy cracked a genuine smile. "Thank you, Potter," he said. "That's quite decent of you."
"There's more where that came from," Harry murmured, hoping he sounded seductive.
One blond brow arched. "Dare I ask what you mean by that?"
"Have dinner with me tonight," said Harry. "I can cook as well as I bake."
Now Malfoy appeared slightly flustered. "Why do you wish to have dinner with me?"
Harry dared to take a step closer. "I like leather, you like leather, and I have whipped cream in my fridge at home."
Malfoy's pupils expanded. "What time is dinner?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, omc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Pre-slash, suggestion, creature fic
Word count: 850
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for bootsy_mine, using the prompts cinnamon, pumpkin, strategy
♦ Birthday gift for celestlyn, with a prompt of Essence of super-moon
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #95 - squash
♦ hp_creatures November prompt - pumpkin
Summary: Auror Potter needs Healer Malfoy's assistance, and he's not above sweetening the deal.
"It's a variation of Amortentia," Malfoy pronounced, after taking a cautious sniff of the vial Harry had brought to him.
That much, Harry knew. To him, the potion smelled of leather, treacle tart, and the wax used on broomsticks. "What do you smell?" Harry asked, hoping for casual.
It must have worked.
"It smells like pumpkin pie spiced with cinnamon, fresh rain, and leather," Malfoy mused. He blinked once and looked up at Harry. A charming flush suffused his cheeks. Malfoy cleared his throat and stoppered the vial. "Why have you brought me this to analyze?"
Harry forced himself to stop fantasizing about Malfoy and stick to business. "We believe it may have been used to induce criminal activity in a vampire, but Hermione says this particular potion is different from standard Amortentia."
"She's correct," said Malfoy. "It would have to be more potent than standard Amortentia to affect a vampire, but I'll need to run some tests on it to determine how it was altered."
"Thank you, Malfoy," Harry said. "When will you have an answer for me?"
"Why don't I just drop everything else I have to do and work on this for you, Auror Potter?"
Harry knew sarcasm when he heard it, but he was going to use Malfoy's snark to his advantage this time. "That's brilliant, Healer Malfoy," Harry said, clapping him on the shoulder. "I'll expect a report in two hours. Carry on."
Harry pivoted and sauntered out, leaving Malfoy spluttering behind him.
~*~
Harry strode into the windowless interrogation room. "Madigan," he drawled by way of greeting.
"Release me, Potter," the vampire hissed at him.
Harry didn't bother to reply. He uncorked another vial of the same potion he'd taken to Malfoy. Harry set it in front of the vampire, noting how the creature's nostrils flared.
"What do you smell?" Harry asked him.
Madigan licked his lips. "Blood," he all but purred. "I smell blood...and moonlight."
"Who gave this to you?"
The vampire's mouth snapped shut so quickly, his fangs clacked.
"It's a potent potion, Madigan," said Harry. "The person who gave you this did not have your best interests at heart."
"My kind are immune to your puny potions," Madigan hissed.
Harry stifled a frustrated sigh. "I'll be back later, when you're in the mood to talk," he said.
~*~
"Auror Potter?"
Harry looked up from his current case file and smiled. "Come in, Healer Malfoy," he invited, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. Harry had lobbied for Malfoy when Shacklebolt first brought up the idea of keeping a Healer on retainer at the Ministry. When Malfoy wasn't busy treating injured Aurors or criminals, he brewed potions and also worked to analyze them. It was Malfoy's proficiency with potions that had won him the job, and Harry was secretly delighted to be able to see more of the current object of his lustful affection.
Malfoy entered and took the seat across from Harry. His gray eyes were bright with excitement. "I've discovered the variable that made this particular Amortentia effective on vampires."
Harry sat up straight. "What is it?"
"Essence of Supermoon," Malfoy replied.
"Sorry?"
"It's condensation, or dew, if you will, that was collected on the night of the Supermoon," said Malfoy. "Adding it to the potion greatly enhanced its potency, especially where vampires are concerned." He sat back, smug grin firmly in place.
For once, Harry didn't begrudge him. Besides, he found that smirk sexy as hell. "Malfoy, you're brilliant," said Harry. "I owe you one."
~*~
Harry returned to his office in high spirits. Once confronted with the truth of the altered potion, Madigan had confessed all. He fancied himself in love with one Mehitabel Bellefeuille, and when she had suggested that Madigan had a rival for her affections, the vampire attacked Arnelius Cornflower. Since Cornflower had survived, and because Madigan was unduly influenced by the potion, his punishment would be less severe. Madam Bellefeuille would not be so fortunate.
Harry had deflected much of the praise to Malfoy, hoping it would make the prickly Healer more agreeable to a certain proposition. To that end, Harry began to plot his strategy.
~*~
The following day, Harry breezed into Malfoy's office, bearing a gift. "Ah, Healer Malfoy," said Harry. "I thought I might find you in your lair."
"Auror Potter," drawled Malfoy. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company today?" He said pleasure like it was a bad thing.
"I've brought you a gift," said Harry, producing a triangular container from the folds of his official robes.
Malfoy managed an expression that was both intrigued and suspicious. "What is it?"
Harry lifted the lid, allowing the spicy scent to waft out. "It's pumpkin pie, made with cinnamon," he said. "I told you I owed you one for analyzing that Amortentia so quickly."
Malfoy cracked a genuine smile. "Thank you, Potter," he said. "That's quite decent of you."
"There's more where that came from," Harry murmured, hoping he sounded seductive.
One blond brow arched. "Dare I ask what you mean by that?"
"Have dinner with me tonight," said Harry. "I can cook as well as I bake."
Now Malfoy appeared slightly flustered. "Why do you wish to have dinner with me?"
Harry dared to take a step closer. "I like leather, you like leather, and I have whipped cream in my fridge at home."
Malfoy's pupils expanded. "What time is dinner?"