Dragon Brew 55
Title: Dragon Brew 55
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Dean, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 55 - photo prompt
Summary: Harry's "nonchalant face" needs more work.
Harry went to the Ministry without his usual morning stop at Dragon Brew. He'd already had coffee with Malfoy, plus he needed to work on his nonchalant face, as Malfoy put it, so that no one would guess he'd finally bagged, and shagged, his quarry.
Harry stepped off the lift and headed for his office. He passed Ron, who greeted him with, "It's about time, mate."
"Sorry?"
"That's your shag face," said Ron. "Haven't seen it in awhile, and spare me the details." He walked away, leaving Harry gaping after him.
Shaking his head, Harry arrived at his office, hung his outer robe on the hook by the door, and sat down in his chair. He glanced at the files on his desk and reached for his coffee cup, only to recall he hadn't stopped for coffee.
"Bugger."
Hermione rapped on his door frame and bustled in, dropping another file on Harry's desk. "Here's the research my department compiled on the ingredients in that dodgy potion your team recovered last week. Oh, and congratulations. I see your persistence has paid off."
Harry frowned up at her. "What?"
"It's obvious you got lucky last night--I can tell by the look on your face. I'll alert the Prophet so they stop printing dreck about you and me." Hermione sailed out the door with a smirk on her own face.
Grumbling to himself, Harry flipped open the file Hermione had left and began reading through it. When he came across an ingredient that seemed familiar, Harry gathered the file and went to Dean's office. He strode in, casting a longing glance at Dean's I ♥ Draco Malfoy cup, and slumped into the chair opposite his friend.
"So you finally convinced Malfoy to wax your broomstick, yeah?"
Harry's jaw tightened. "What makes you say that?"
"You have a dopey expression on your face."
"I do not!" Harry protested. "I've been poring over this file and wanted to compare notes. My expression is studious and serious."
"Whatever you say, mate," said Dean, his dark eyes sparkling with suppressed humor.
Harry cleared his throat and let the subject drop. "I see you went to Dragon Brew this morning."
"In case you're wondering, Malfoy's face gave nothing away," said Dean. "However, he did take out a full-page ad in the Prophet: I Humped the Hero.
Harry's mouth fell open. He started to say something, reconsidered, and settled for, "You're taking the piss."
Dean laughed as he leaned forward. "Okay, Harry, what has you so intrigued in that boring old report?"
After spending the morning consulting with his team and Hermione's, Harry was ready for a break. He left the Ministry and Apparated to Diagon Alley. As he strode along the pavement towards Dragon Brew, Harry practiced his angry face. People scuttled out of his path, leaving him with a sense of satisfaction. There. If he couldn't pull off nonchalant and virtuous, he'd go for angry. Harry yanked open the door to the coffee shop, stepped inside, and took a deep breath. He felt his shoulders relax and a smile curve his lips.
At the counter, Lynsey gave him an audacious wink, but she held her tongue.
Harry stepped up and asked for tea for two delivered to his favorite table. "Would you see if Mr Malfoy is able to join me?"
"I'll check," she replied, "but he's been busy baking titty cakes for a stag party tonight."
Harry winced. "Erm, how goes your seduction of Mr Clarke?"
"Splendid," said Lynsey. "We haven't gone as far as you and Mr Malfoy, of course, but that's only because he advised me to make Caleb work for it."
"He actually told you that?"
Lynsey gave him a sly smile. "Mr Malfoy said it worked for him." Before Harry could respond, she pivoted away to fetch the tea service.
Harry went to his table and sat down, mulling over Lynsey's revelation. Malfoy joined him soon after, bringing a tray laden with a plain white tea pot, two cups, and two fairy cakes. He set the tray down and took a seat.
As Malfoy poured the tea, Harry asked, "Have you been playing hard to get?"
"I don't play hard to get, Potter. I am hard to get."
"Git."
"Eat your fairy cake, it will sweeten your mood."
Harry took a bite and hummed in approval. "This is fantastic." He'd been so eager for a taste that he hadn't looked at it closely. Now, however, his gaze fastened on Malfoy's untouched treat. "Are these...supposed to look like tits?"
"I'm making them for Greg's stag tonight," Malfoy said.
Harry took a sip of tea. "What are you doing afterward?"
"My plan is to get pissed at the party and pick up a rent boy."
Harry inhaled a crumb and had a coughing fit. Malfoy grinned at him and deliberately swiped his tongue through the icing on his fairy cake.
"I hate you," Harry muttered.
"That's not what you said last night."
Their eyes met and held over the table. Malfoy had a bit of icing on his bottom lip. Harry forgot how vexed he was and leaned closer, intending to remove that icing with his tongue.
"Mr Malfoy!" Lynsey yelled from the kitchen. "Your tits are burning!"
Malfoy cursed under his breath and bolted, nearly knocking his chair over in his haste to rescue his tits, leaving Harry with an unfortunate case of aching balls.
Dragon Brew 56
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Dean, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 55 - photo prompt
Summary: Harry's "nonchalant face" needs more work.
Harry went to the Ministry without his usual morning stop at Dragon Brew. He'd already had coffee with Malfoy, plus he needed to work on his nonchalant face, as Malfoy put it, so that no one would guess he'd finally bagged, and shagged, his quarry.
Harry stepped off the lift and headed for his office. He passed Ron, who greeted him with, "It's about time, mate."
"Sorry?"
"That's your shag face," said Ron. "Haven't seen it in awhile, and spare me the details." He walked away, leaving Harry gaping after him.
Shaking his head, Harry arrived at his office, hung his outer robe on the hook by the door, and sat down in his chair. He glanced at the files on his desk and reached for his coffee cup, only to recall he hadn't stopped for coffee.
"Bugger."
Hermione rapped on his door frame and bustled in, dropping another file on Harry's desk. "Here's the research my department compiled on the ingredients in that dodgy potion your team recovered last week. Oh, and congratulations. I see your persistence has paid off."
Harry frowned up at her. "What?"
"It's obvious you got lucky last night--I can tell by the look on your face. I'll alert the Prophet so they stop printing dreck about you and me." Hermione sailed out the door with a smirk on her own face.
Grumbling to himself, Harry flipped open the file Hermione had left and began reading through it. When he came across an ingredient that seemed familiar, Harry gathered the file and went to Dean's office. He strode in, casting a longing glance at Dean's I ♥ Draco Malfoy cup, and slumped into the chair opposite his friend.
"So you finally convinced Malfoy to wax your broomstick, yeah?"
Harry's jaw tightened. "What makes you say that?"
"You have a dopey expression on your face."
"I do not!" Harry protested. "I've been poring over this file and wanted to compare notes. My expression is studious and serious."
"Whatever you say, mate," said Dean, his dark eyes sparkling with suppressed humor.
Harry cleared his throat and let the subject drop. "I see you went to Dragon Brew this morning."
"In case you're wondering, Malfoy's face gave nothing away," said Dean. "However, he did take out a full-page ad in the Prophet: I Humped the Hero.
Harry's mouth fell open. He started to say something, reconsidered, and settled for, "You're taking the piss."
Dean laughed as he leaned forward. "Okay, Harry, what has you so intrigued in that boring old report?"
After spending the morning consulting with his team and Hermione's, Harry was ready for a break. He left the Ministry and Apparated to Diagon Alley. As he strode along the pavement towards Dragon Brew, Harry practiced his angry face. People scuttled out of his path, leaving him with a sense of satisfaction. There. If he couldn't pull off nonchalant and virtuous, he'd go for angry. Harry yanked open the door to the coffee shop, stepped inside, and took a deep breath. He felt his shoulders relax and a smile curve his lips.
At the counter, Lynsey gave him an audacious wink, but she held her tongue.
Harry stepped up and asked for tea for two delivered to his favorite table. "Would you see if Mr Malfoy is able to join me?"
"I'll check," she replied, "but he's been busy baking titty cakes for a stag party tonight."
Harry winced. "Erm, how goes your seduction of Mr Clarke?"
"Splendid," said Lynsey. "We haven't gone as far as you and Mr Malfoy, of course, but that's only because he advised me to make Caleb work for it."
"He actually told you that?"
Lynsey gave him a sly smile. "Mr Malfoy said it worked for him." Before Harry could respond, she pivoted away to fetch the tea service.
Harry went to his table and sat down, mulling over Lynsey's revelation. Malfoy joined him soon after, bringing a tray laden with a plain white tea pot, two cups, and two fairy cakes. He set the tray down and took a seat.
As Malfoy poured the tea, Harry asked, "Have you been playing hard to get?"
"I don't play hard to get, Potter. I am hard to get."
"Git."
"Eat your fairy cake, it will sweeten your mood."
Harry took a bite and hummed in approval. "This is fantastic." He'd been so eager for a taste that he hadn't looked at it closely. Now, however, his gaze fastened on Malfoy's untouched treat. "Are these...supposed to look like tits?"
"I'm making them for Greg's stag tonight," Malfoy said.
Harry took a sip of tea. "What are you doing afterward?"
"My plan is to get pissed at the party and pick up a rent boy."
Harry inhaled a crumb and had a coughing fit. Malfoy grinned at him and deliberately swiped his tongue through the icing on his fairy cake.
"I hate you," Harry muttered.
"That's not what you said last night."
Their eyes met and held over the table. Malfoy had a bit of icing on his bottom lip. Harry forgot how vexed he was and leaned closer, intending to remove that icing with his tongue.
"Mr Malfoy!" Lynsey yelled from the kitchen. "Your tits are burning!"
Malfoy cursed under his breath and bolted, nearly knocking his chair over in his haste to rescue his tits, leaving Harry with an unfortunate case of aching balls.
Dragon Brew 56