Dragon Brew 64
Title: Dragon Brew 64
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofcs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 640
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. 64 - photo prompt
Summary: Harry flexes his magical muscle.
"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Miss Postlethwaite," said Harry. "I won't take up much of your time."
"Please come in, Auror Potter," she greeted politely. "We can speak in the study, if that's all right by you."
"That will be fine," Harry assured her. He followed the older witch into a richly-appointed study and took the seat across the desk from her. There was a baby grand piano in one corner, a harp in the other, and various other musical instruments displayed throughout the room.
Primrose Postlethwaite withdrew a lacy hankie from her bodice and dabbed at her eyes. "I miss my brother," she sniffed.
Harry sniffed as well, although more subtly. Lily of the valley, he mused. Time to bait the trap. "I see you enjoy music, as did your brother," he said. "His loss is a blow to all of us. Mr Postlethwaite was a pillar of magical society, beloved by all, and a brilliant composer."
Miss Postlethwaite stiffened. "His musical compositions were mediocre at best, until I polished them for him. Not that he ever gave me any credit."
"Is that why you killed him with a mandolin?" drawled Harry.
"It was an oud, and he deserved it!" Primrose snapped. Realizing her mistake, she drew her wand, pointed it at Harry, and opened her mouth.
Harry twitched his fingers, and the wand was wrenched from her hand to fly into his. "Casting an Expelliarmus has become second nature to me," Harry said in a bland tone. He stood and leaned forward, causing Miss Postlethwaite to shrink back in fear. "Have you become so bitter and jealous of your brother that you forgot I destroyed the Dark Lord using that spell?" Harry made a tsking sound, then drew his own wand. "Incarcerous!"
After relinquishing Primrose Postlethwaite to the Ministry's holding cells, Harry told himself he deserved a reward for making the arrest. He Apparated to Diagon Alley and walked into Dragon Brew.
"You honor my shop with your heroic presence, Auror Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes and strode up to the counter. "Wanker," he muttered before seizing the front of Malfoy's I ♥ Harry Potter apron and dragging him halfway across the counter for a celebratory snog. He set Malfoy away from him and grinned.
Malfoy cleared his throat. "What would you like, Auror Potter?"
Harry's grin widened.
"Other than that, you slag."
"Surprise me," said Harry. He turned and made his way to his table, which had been hastily vacated by two young blokes. Malfoy came out a few moments later and set a cup of tea in front of Harry along with a slice of cake. The cake was an astonishing confection, made up of thin layers in every color of the rainbow.
"Is this your attempt to out me, Malfoy?"
This time, it was Malfoy who rolled his eyes. "I've been commissioned to bake a wedding cake for a pair of lovely young witches, and I've been experimenting. Try it and tell me what you think." With that, Malfoy pivoted and returned to the kitchen. Bethany came out to take his place at the counter.
Harry took a bite of the cake and hummed. It was moist and surprisingly light, and the icing added just the right amount of sweetness without being overbearing.
By the time Malfoy returned, Harry had polished off the cake and was draining the last of his tea.
"What did you think?"
"It was brilliant," Harry replied. "I may crash the wedding just so I can have another piece of cake."
"Why don't I box a slice up for you?" Malfoy suggested. "I'd hate to see you ruin your reputation by getting arrested for party crashing."
"I have a better idea," said Harry. "Why don't you bring some of that delicious cake over to my place later tonight?"
Dragon Brew 64.5
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofcs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 640
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. 64 - photo prompt
Summary: Harry flexes his magical muscle.
"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Miss Postlethwaite," said Harry. "I won't take up much of your time."
"Please come in, Auror Potter," she greeted politely. "We can speak in the study, if that's all right by you."
"That will be fine," Harry assured her. He followed the older witch into a richly-appointed study and took the seat across the desk from her. There was a baby grand piano in one corner, a harp in the other, and various other musical instruments displayed throughout the room.
Primrose Postlethwaite withdrew a lacy hankie from her bodice and dabbed at her eyes. "I miss my brother," she sniffed.
Harry sniffed as well, although more subtly. Lily of the valley, he mused. Time to bait the trap. "I see you enjoy music, as did your brother," he said. "His loss is a blow to all of us. Mr Postlethwaite was a pillar of magical society, beloved by all, and a brilliant composer."
Miss Postlethwaite stiffened. "His musical compositions were mediocre at best, until I polished them for him. Not that he ever gave me any credit."
"Is that why you killed him with a mandolin?" drawled Harry.
"It was an oud, and he deserved it!" Primrose snapped. Realizing her mistake, she drew her wand, pointed it at Harry, and opened her mouth.
Harry twitched his fingers, and the wand was wrenched from her hand to fly into his. "Casting an Expelliarmus has become second nature to me," Harry said in a bland tone. He stood and leaned forward, causing Miss Postlethwaite to shrink back in fear. "Have you become so bitter and jealous of your brother that you forgot I destroyed the Dark Lord using that spell?" Harry made a tsking sound, then drew his own wand. "Incarcerous!"
After relinquishing Primrose Postlethwaite to the Ministry's holding cells, Harry told himself he deserved a reward for making the arrest. He Apparated to Diagon Alley and walked into Dragon Brew.
"You honor my shop with your heroic presence, Auror Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes and strode up to the counter. "Wanker," he muttered before seizing the front of Malfoy's I ♥ Harry Potter apron and dragging him halfway across the counter for a celebratory snog. He set Malfoy away from him and grinned.
Malfoy cleared his throat. "What would you like, Auror Potter?"
Harry's grin widened.
"Other than that, you slag."
"Surprise me," said Harry. He turned and made his way to his table, which had been hastily vacated by two young blokes. Malfoy came out a few moments later and set a cup of tea in front of Harry along with a slice of cake. The cake was an astonishing confection, made up of thin layers in every color of the rainbow.
"Is this your attempt to out me, Malfoy?"
This time, it was Malfoy who rolled his eyes. "I've been commissioned to bake a wedding cake for a pair of lovely young witches, and I've been experimenting. Try it and tell me what you think." With that, Malfoy pivoted and returned to the kitchen. Bethany came out to take his place at the counter.
Harry took a bite of the cake and hummed. It was moist and surprisingly light, and the icing added just the right amount of sweetness without being overbearing.
By the time Malfoy returned, Harry had polished off the cake and was draining the last of his tea.
"What did you think?"
"It was brilliant," Harry replied. "I may crash the wedding just so I can have another piece of cake."
"Why don't I box a slice up for you?" Malfoy suggested. "I'd hate to see you ruin your reputation by getting arrested for party crashing."
"I have a better idea," said Harry. "Why don't you bring some of that delicious cake over to my place later tonight?"
Dragon Brew 64.5