Dragon Brew 35
Title: Dragon Brew 35
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 910
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for adafrog, who provided the beta for last year's sirius_black fest fic. She asked for Dragon Brew and prompted me with baking something
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 35 - passion blend
Summary: Harry trades in an Auror's kit for a chef's hat.
Harry waited two whole days before visiting Dragon Brew again. He stopped by after work at the Ministry, hoping to see Malfoy. However, there was no sign of the proprietor in the coffee shop. Harry ordered a Long Black from one of the other baristas and sat at his usual table in the corner. As it grew late, the other patrons all drifted away until only Harry was left.
Lynsey emerged from the kitchen and did a double take when she saw him there. "Auror Potter! Have you been here long?" She began flicking her wand around, straightening and cleaning the coffee shop.
"Not at all," Harry lied. "I was hoping to see Mr Malfoy. Is he here?"
"Yeah," she replied, crossing the shop to turn the sign on the door to Closed. "He's in the midst of baking for a catering order he received. I'm supposed to be helping, but I have a date tonight." Lynsey glanced up at Harry and blinked her large, brown eyes. "Would you be able to stay and help him so I have time to get ready?"
"Um, sure, I can do that," said Harry. He knew he was being played, but if it allowed him to spend time in Malfoy's company, Harry wasn't going to complain.
Lynsey beamed at him. "Thank you very much!" she gushed. "I'll just be off then. Have fun!"
"Er, you, too," Harry said to her retreating back.
Lynsey slipped out of the shop and locked the door behind her. Harry made his way back behind the counter, feeling a thrill like he did as a child when he'd braved the Restricted section of the library. He followed his nose to the kitchen.
Malfoy didn't even turn around; he appeared to be absorbed in balancing one layer of chocolate cake atop another. "Hand me that bowl of icing," he ordered.
Harry grinned and set it on the counter beside him.
"Thank you, Lynsey."
"No problem, boss."
Malfoy started and pivoted around. "Potter! You gave me a fright."
"You fail at constant vigilance!" crowed Harry.
Malfoy frowned at him. "What have you done with Lynsey?"
Harry shrugged. "She told me she has a date tonight."
"Yes, but not until eight o'clock," said Malfoy. "I would have let her leave in plenty of time."
"You know how girls are," said Harry. "She probably needs two or three hours to primp."
"Like you do?"
"No, I only require an hour and a half," Harry deadpanned. As much as he was enjoying their banter, there was something he wanted more. Harry crowded in and claimed Malfoy's lips in a kiss. It began innocently enough, but things quickly grew heated. Malfoy's arms looped around Harry's neck, allowing him to toy with the hair at his nape, while Harry settled his hands on Malfoy's hips and caressed the upper swell of his arse with questing fingers. Harry dragged Malfoy into more intimate contact.
Malfoy turned his head aside. "My cake," he gasped. "The oven-"
"It's fine," said Harry, going in for another snog.
Malfoy pushed away. "If my kitchen catches fire, I will never forgive you."
"If your kitchen catches fire, it won't be because of the oven." Harry went in for another kiss. Malfoy didn't protest again, but just as things were definitely heating up, the timer buzzed.
Harry groaned as Malfoy scrambled out of his embrace to retrieve another cake from the oven. He stepped aside, giving Malfoy room to set the cake on a rack to cool.
"What are you baking cakes for?" Harry asked as he sought to distract himself from thoughts of ravishing the ravishing barista.
"A wedding."
"Oh? Are you getting married?" teased Harry.
"Yes."
"What?!"
"Honestly, Potter," scoffed Malfoy. "If I were getting married, it would have dominated the local gossip. Now, make yourself useful and help me ice these cakes."
Harry grinned. "I reckon it's only fair, since I dismissed your employee."
~*~
Harry hadn't realized how much work went into baking something like a wedding cake. By the time Malfoy pronounced it done, Harry was exhausted. He trudged out into the shop area and dropped into a chair. Malfoy joined him a moment later, setting a cup of fragrant tea in front of Harry.
"Drink this," he said.
Harry took a cautious sip. "Mm, that's delightful. What is it?"
"Something I blended together myself," Malfoy replied. "I call it my passion blend."
Harry had the cup to his lips again, but he hesitated and eyed Malfoy over the rim. "Will it turn me into a randy beast?"
"Don't you mean more of a randy beast?"
Harry laughed and saluted Malfoy with his cup before taking another drink. "You bring out the randy beast in me."
"Hm, in that case, I may have to slip a calming draught into your drinks from now on."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare."
Malfoy snickered at him but refrained from comment.
They sipped in easy silence. Harry was enjoying the atypical quiet atmosphere in Dragon Brew, the scent of freshly baked chocolate cake, and the handsome bloke across the table from him. "Come home with me," he impetuously invited.
Malfoy took a sip of tea before responding. "As tempting as your offer is, I must decline. I need to get up before dawn tomorrow to bake the items for my display cases."
Harry tried not to let his disappointment show. "Another time, perhaps?"
Malfoy's eyes crinkled in a smile. "Perhaps."
Dragon Brew 36
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 910
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for adafrog, who provided the beta for last year's sirius_black fest fic. She asked for Dragon Brew and prompted me with baking something
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 35 - passion blend
Summary: Harry trades in an Auror's kit for a chef's hat.
Harry waited two whole days before visiting Dragon Brew again. He stopped by after work at the Ministry, hoping to see Malfoy. However, there was no sign of the proprietor in the coffee shop. Harry ordered a Long Black from one of the other baristas and sat at his usual table in the corner. As it grew late, the other patrons all drifted away until only Harry was left.
Lynsey emerged from the kitchen and did a double take when she saw him there. "Auror Potter! Have you been here long?" She began flicking her wand around, straightening and cleaning the coffee shop.
"Not at all," Harry lied. "I was hoping to see Mr Malfoy. Is he here?"
"Yeah," she replied, crossing the shop to turn the sign on the door to Closed. "He's in the midst of baking for a catering order he received. I'm supposed to be helping, but I have a date tonight." Lynsey glanced up at Harry and blinked her large, brown eyes. "Would you be able to stay and help him so I have time to get ready?"
"Um, sure, I can do that," said Harry. He knew he was being played, but if it allowed him to spend time in Malfoy's company, Harry wasn't going to complain.
Lynsey beamed at him. "Thank you very much!" she gushed. "I'll just be off then. Have fun!"
"Er, you, too," Harry said to her retreating back.
Lynsey slipped out of the shop and locked the door behind her. Harry made his way back behind the counter, feeling a thrill like he did as a child when he'd braved the Restricted section of the library. He followed his nose to the kitchen.
Malfoy didn't even turn around; he appeared to be absorbed in balancing one layer of chocolate cake atop another. "Hand me that bowl of icing," he ordered.
Harry grinned and set it on the counter beside him.
"Thank you, Lynsey."
"No problem, boss."
Malfoy started and pivoted around. "Potter! You gave me a fright."
"You fail at constant vigilance!" crowed Harry.
Malfoy frowned at him. "What have you done with Lynsey?"
Harry shrugged. "She told me she has a date tonight."
"Yes, but not until eight o'clock," said Malfoy. "I would have let her leave in plenty of time."
"You know how girls are," said Harry. "She probably needs two or three hours to primp."
"Like you do?"
"No, I only require an hour and a half," Harry deadpanned. As much as he was enjoying their banter, there was something he wanted more. Harry crowded in and claimed Malfoy's lips in a kiss. It began innocently enough, but things quickly grew heated. Malfoy's arms looped around Harry's neck, allowing him to toy with the hair at his nape, while Harry settled his hands on Malfoy's hips and caressed the upper swell of his arse with questing fingers. Harry dragged Malfoy into more intimate contact.
Malfoy turned his head aside. "My cake," he gasped. "The oven-"
"It's fine," said Harry, going in for another snog.
Malfoy pushed away. "If my kitchen catches fire, I will never forgive you."
"If your kitchen catches fire, it won't be because of the oven." Harry went in for another kiss. Malfoy didn't protest again, but just as things were definitely heating up, the timer buzzed.
Harry groaned as Malfoy scrambled out of his embrace to retrieve another cake from the oven. He stepped aside, giving Malfoy room to set the cake on a rack to cool.
"What are you baking cakes for?" Harry asked as he sought to distract himself from thoughts of ravishing the ravishing barista.
"A wedding."
"Oh? Are you getting married?" teased Harry.
"Yes."
"What?!"
"Honestly, Potter," scoffed Malfoy. "If I were getting married, it would have dominated the local gossip. Now, make yourself useful and help me ice these cakes."
Harry grinned. "I reckon it's only fair, since I dismissed your employee."
~*~
Harry hadn't realized how much work went into baking something like a wedding cake. By the time Malfoy pronounced it done, Harry was exhausted. He trudged out into the shop area and dropped into a chair. Malfoy joined him a moment later, setting a cup of fragrant tea in front of Harry.
"Drink this," he said.
Harry took a cautious sip. "Mm, that's delightful. What is it?"
"Something I blended together myself," Malfoy replied. "I call it my passion blend."
Harry had the cup to his lips again, but he hesitated and eyed Malfoy over the rim. "Will it turn me into a randy beast?"
"Don't you mean more of a randy beast?"
Harry laughed and saluted Malfoy with his cup before taking another drink. "You bring out the randy beast in me."
"Hm, in that case, I may have to slip a calming draught into your drinks from now on."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare."
Malfoy snickered at him but refrained from comment.
They sipped in easy silence. Harry was enjoying the atypical quiet atmosphere in Dragon Brew, the scent of freshly baked chocolate cake, and the handsome bloke across the table from him. "Come home with me," he impetuously invited.
Malfoy took a sip of tea before responding. "As tempting as your offer is, I must decline. I need to get up before dawn tomorrow to bake the items for my display cases."
Harry tried not to let his disappointment show. "Another time, perhaps?"
Malfoy's eyes crinkled in a smile. "Perhaps."
Dragon Brew 36