Exceptional Potter
Title: Exceptional Potter
Author: enchanted_jae
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild suggestion
Word count: 645
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: dove_drabbles Prompt No. 65 - Find your passion
Dedicated to: adafrog
Summary: Harry pursues his passion.
"There are lethal levels of irony here."
Harry glanced up from his pottery wheel to see Draco Malfoy, looking as suave, sophisticated, and sexy as ever, leaning against the doorjamb to his work room.
"This area is off-limits, Malfoy," said Harry, proud of how even his voice sounded.
"I told your assistant we're old school mates, and she allowed me to come see you," Malfoy said. "A potter, Potter? How droll."
"Piss off, Malfoy," Harry grated. The vase he was throwing was beginning to lean to one side, and he sighed and stopped the wheel. "If you're here to buy something, the shop is back the way you came in. If you're here to mock me, the door is back the way you came in."
"Forgive me, Potter," Malfoy replied, still smirking. "It's just that I, along with everyone else, expected something...else from you."
"Something more, you mean?" snapped Harry.
"No, that's not what I meant," Malfoy replied. His smile faded, and he shrugged. "I daresay you gave enough as it was."
Harry stared at him a moment, not sure if Malfoy was being serious or not. Finally, he said, "Some people wanted me to become an Auror, while others wanted me to take up professional Quidditch. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, considering I had never thought that far ahead, so I attended an employment symposium. The main speaker's message was to find your passion. He said if you love your job, it will never seem like work. I took some art courses, and I discovered a passion for pottery. End of story."
Harry scowled at the misshapen lump of clay that the vase had become. He mooshed it down, dipped his hands in water, and began again.
"Your work is quite prized, you know," Malfoy commented. "Not just at your shop in Diagon Alley, but also here, in Muggle London."
"I'm an exceptional potter," Harry deadpanned. He looked up again at Malfoy's sharp bark of laughter.
"Touché," said Malfoy, doffing an imaginary hat. "I came to your workshop for two reasons, Potter. Pardon me, exceptional Potter. I would like to purchase a pair of vases as a gift for my mum."
"A pair of vases is only one reason," said Harry.
"Indeed," Malfoy agreed. "The second reason I came here was to invite you to dinner."
Harry's vase wobbled and went lopsided again. His eyes shot up to meet Malfoy's. "Dinner? Why do you want to have dinner?"
"I'm hungry."
Harry frowned. "I meant, why do you want to have dinner with me?"
"I hoped to get you pissed enough to sell me a pair of vases for a pittance."
It was Harry who laughed this time. "Plonker," he muttered. Harry had to admit, the idea of having dinner with Malfoy was very tempting. He bent his head and tried to salvage the vase he was working on.
"If you must know, Potter, I miss sparring with you," said Malfoy. "Life is rather dull without you around. Aside from that, I'd like to get into your pants."
The vase collapsed on the wheel, but Harry didn't notice. He was staring up at Malfoy. "I...don't know how to respond to that," he admitted.
Malfoy's arrogant smirk was back, in all its sexy glory. "I don't expect a shag on our first date," he said. "So, dinner?"
"First date?"
"If you insist, I'm sure I can accommodate you."
Harry shook his head and grinned. He realized he'd missed sparring with Malfoy, too. His life was full and rewarding, but it had been sadly lacking in passion of late. Perhaps Malfoy could bring that back. Harry reached for a towel and wiped his hands.
"Yeah, alright, dinner," he said. "But, I'm charging you double for the vases."
"That's larceny!"
"I'm worth it," said Harry, "and so is my pottery."
Author: enchanted_jae
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild suggestion
Word count: 645
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: dove_drabbles Prompt No. 65 - Find your passion
Dedicated to: adafrog
Summary: Harry pursues his passion.
"There are lethal levels of irony here."
Harry glanced up from his pottery wheel to see Draco Malfoy, looking as suave, sophisticated, and sexy as ever, leaning against the doorjamb to his work room.
"This area is off-limits, Malfoy," said Harry, proud of how even his voice sounded.
"I told your assistant we're old school mates, and she allowed me to come see you," Malfoy said. "A potter, Potter? How droll."
"Piss off, Malfoy," Harry grated. The vase he was throwing was beginning to lean to one side, and he sighed and stopped the wheel. "If you're here to buy something, the shop is back the way you came in. If you're here to mock me, the door is back the way you came in."
"Forgive me, Potter," Malfoy replied, still smirking. "It's just that I, along with everyone else, expected something...else from you."
"Something more, you mean?" snapped Harry.
"No, that's not what I meant," Malfoy replied. His smile faded, and he shrugged. "I daresay you gave enough as it was."
Harry stared at him a moment, not sure if Malfoy was being serious or not. Finally, he said, "Some people wanted me to become an Auror, while others wanted me to take up professional Quidditch. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, considering I had never thought that far ahead, so I attended an employment symposium. The main speaker's message was to find your passion. He said if you love your job, it will never seem like work. I took some art courses, and I discovered a passion for pottery. End of story."
Harry scowled at the misshapen lump of clay that the vase had become. He mooshed it down, dipped his hands in water, and began again.
"Your work is quite prized, you know," Malfoy commented. "Not just at your shop in Diagon Alley, but also here, in Muggle London."
"I'm an exceptional potter," Harry deadpanned. He looked up again at Malfoy's sharp bark of laughter.
"Touché," said Malfoy, doffing an imaginary hat. "I came to your workshop for two reasons, Potter. Pardon me, exceptional Potter. I would like to purchase a pair of vases as a gift for my mum."
"A pair of vases is only one reason," said Harry.
"Indeed," Malfoy agreed. "The second reason I came here was to invite you to dinner."
Harry's vase wobbled and went lopsided again. His eyes shot up to meet Malfoy's. "Dinner? Why do you want to have dinner?"
"I'm hungry."
Harry frowned. "I meant, why do you want to have dinner with me?"
"I hoped to get you pissed enough to sell me a pair of vases for a pittance."
It was Harry who laughed this time. "Plonker," he muttered. Harry had to admit, the idea of having dinner with Malfoy was very tempting. He bent his head and tried to salvage the vase he was working on.
"If you must know, Potter, I miss sparring with you," said Malfoy. "Life is rather dull without you around. Aside from that, I'd like to get into your pants."
The vase collapsed on the wheel, but Harry didn't notice. He was staring up at Malfoy. "I...don't know how to respond to that," he admitted.
Malfoy's arrogant smirk was back, in all its sexy glory. "I don't expect a shag on our first date," he said. "So, dinner?"
"First date?"
"If you insist, I'm sure I can accommodate you."
Harry shook his head and grinned. He realized he'd missed sparring with Malfoy, too. His life was full and rewarding, but it had been sadly lacking in passion of late. Perhaps Malfoy could bring that back. Harry reached for a towel and wiped his hands.
"Yeah, alright, dinner," he said. "But, I'm charging you double for the vases."
"That's larceny!"
"I'm worth it," said Harry, "and so is my pottery."