HDOwlPost 2022: Ridiculous
Title: Ridiculous
Author: enchanted_jae
Summary: Charlie and Neville assumed Harry and Draco were a couple, but that's ridiculous, right?
Word Count: 1,588
Rating: PG13
Contains: (Highlight to view) *Suggestion*
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Notes: Big thank you to my beta, jake67jake!
Harry shifted his bag from his right shoulder to his left and knocked on the chalet room door. It was opened to reveal Neville's smiling face.
"Harry! Draco! So glad you could make it," said Neville. He stepped to the side. "It's not much as far as suites go, but it was the best we could manage on short notice."
Harry and Draco trooped inside. "Charlie," Harry greeted with a smile. "Good to see you, mate."
"Likewise," said Charlie. "I'm surprised old Shacklebolt allowed two of his top Aurors to take a holiday at the same time. Of course, under the circumstances--"
"Where are my manners?" Neville interjected. "You two don't need to stand around holding your luggage while we talk. Charlie and I have the bedroom on the left, and the two of you can have the one to the right. Go on in and get settled. We have plenty of time to catch up with one another."
Harry responded with a smile and a weary nod. Travel via Portkey always left him feeling drained of energy, then it had been followed by a train ride to the Muggle chalet. He was knackered. Harry strode through the sitting area of the suite and trudged into the bedroom where he halted uncertainly.
Draco bumped into him from behind, apologized, and closed the door. He stepped around Harry and came to a stop. "There's only one bed."
"I see that," said Harry. "Let me just see if there's been a mistake." Harry returned to the lounge. "There's just one bed in our room."
Charlie laughed. "You can drop the act, mate. Everyone knows you and Malfoy are an item."
Harry's mouth fell open.
Neville hastened to reassure him. "It's okay, Harry. He's not such a git anymore, and none of us cares that you're partners in every sense of the word."
Too stunned to do anything but nod, Harry retreated back to his assigned bedroom.
Draco glanced up from where he was unpacking his luggage. "Well? What did they say?"
Harry's shoulders hunched as he replied, "Apparently, we're an item."
The jumper Draco was holding slipped from his grasp and fell unheeded to the floor. "Sorry?"
Harry dropped onto the bed and sighed. "Nev and Charlie think we're together."
"As in, together?"
"Er, yeah."
"Why would they think that?"
"From the sound of it, everybody thinks that," replied Harry.
"I see. Ahem. Well, we should disabuse them of the notion."
Harry glanced up from studying the floor. "Won't that make our holiday awkward?"
"More awkward than sharing a bed, do you mean?" Draco countered.
"We can use a spell to split the--"
"Shacklebolt would murder us if we use magic in a Muggle chalet," said Draco. He sat on the other side of the bed and swept his hair back. "What are we going to do?"
Harry tapped his fingers on one knee. "It's not as if we haven't slept in close quarters before."
"On missions, yeah."
Harry's eyes narrowed in challenge. "Scared, Malfoy?" The jibe brought a smile to Draco's face, just as Harry had intended.
"Prat," Draco snorted. "Stay on your side of the bed and keep your hands to yourself."
"Your virtue is safe with me," teased Harry.
Harry, Draco, Charlie, and Neville got in a few runs on the ski slopes before it began snowing too hard to continue. They returned to the chalet and spent a few hours in the bar area, drinking hot toddies and catching up with one another. However, any time Neville or Charlie mentioned Harry and Draco's relationship, Draco adroitly steered the conversation to another topic. Harry was grateful for Draco's glib ability. He had no idea how to field questions about a non-existent relationship, especially since he'd found himself fantasizing about Draco often enough. Harry never acted on it; they were partners, after all. Although he couldn't help but wonder how things could be between them if they became intimate.
"Looks like we're in the middle of a right blizzard," commented Charlie.
Harry turned his head to look out the window. All he could see was blowing snow. "So much for our skiing holiday," he said. "What else is there to do in the chalet?"
"There's a billiard table and a dart board over there," replied Neville, indicating a corner of the bar area. "I think the chalet has a small library on the ground floor, too."
"Or you could pass the time in bed," said Charlie, draping an arm over Neville's shoulders. "It's warmer, and you don't have to wear clothing."
Neville's ears grew pink, but he chuckled and leaned closer to Charlie. "Let's go back to our room," he whispered.
Harry watched them leave then turned to look at Draco.
"I'm going to choose a book or two from the library," said Draco. "Care to join me?"
"I can't believe you chose a romance."
Harry glanced up from his book. "I've had enough mystery and intrigue in my life," he said, nodding at the spy thriller that Draco was reading. "Aside from that, this is a romantic comedy. I'm finding it vastly amusing." Harry set the book aside in favor of plumping up the pillows he was resting against.
Draco was on the opposite side of the bed, but they'd pulled the blankets and duvet up over their legs and laps. It was rather cozy.
"Is there any sex in it?" teased Draco.
"Not yet."
"You'll read those passages aloud, won't you?"
"Certainly not," huffed Harry. His ears got hot, just thinking about it.
"Don't be such a prude," chided Draco. "I have to live vicariously through you."
Curious, Harry asked, "Aren't you seeing anyone at the moment?"
"Other than you, do you mean?"
"Berk."
Draco laughed lightly. "You know as well as I do I'm too busy for romance."
"That's why you should have chosen a romantic book to read."
"What about you?" asked Draco, ignoring Harry's taunt.
"I don't have time for romance either," admitted Harry. "That's probably why everyone thinks we're a couple; we only ever see one another. Not just at work, but we often go for a pint or a meal at the Leaky, and now we're even on holiday together."
Draco rubbed a thumb over his lower lip thoughtfully. "I can see why it would appear we're dating. Eh, as long as we know the truth, right?"
"Yeah," said Harry. "Right." He was surprised to find himself disappointed.
When Harry woke up, he was not on his own side of the bed. Neither was Draco. They'd managed to meet in the middle and were currently snuggled together beneath the duvet, arms around one another and legs entwined.
Harry's cock stirred, and he grimaced and tried to gently disentangle himself. Draco mumbled in his sleep, and his arms tightened around Harry. Not wanting to wake his partner and embarrass them both, Harry stopped trying to escape. He settled for putting scant distance between their lower bodies and then horrified himself with thoughts of Acromantulas until his dick deflated.
Harry resolved to wait until Draco fell into a deeper sleep before extricating himself. Instead, he was the one who slipped into peaceful slumber.
"Harry. Harry, wake up."
Harry cracked one eye open, seeing nothing but a pale blur in front of his face. He wasn't alone in bed, which was intriguing until everything came back in a rush. Harry released Draco and rolled onto his back.
"Sorry," he offered. "Didn't mean for that to happen."
"We're both to blame," said Draco. "It seems we gravitated to one another."
"I've always been drawn to you,"quipped Harry. He could have hexed himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Needing to escape his embarrassment, Harry sat up and swung his legs over his side of the bed. A hand gripped the back of his T-shirt and stopped him.
"You don't get to say something like that and then bail."
Harry scrubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Look, it was inappropriate, and I apologize."
"That's not what I...Harry, look at me."
Harry turned his head just far enough to see Draco's form out of the corner of his eye.
"Put your glasses on, prat."
"For the love of pygmy puffs," muttered Harry. He reached for the stand beside the bed and settled his glasses on his nose.
"Now look at me."
Harry hesitated a moment before squaring his shoulders and turning his head. Draco was smiling at him.
Smiling
Harry dropped his eyes. "What's so funny?" he asked gruffly.
"You," Draco replied. "Me. The two of us. We're both ridiculous you know."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but I'm more ridiculous," Draco continued. "You see, I would never have been brave enough to admit that I'm drawn to you."
"You are?"
"I am."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Harry cracked a smile. "That's ridiculous."
"Now that we've reached new heights of ridiculousness, take off those glasses and warm me up. It's bloody cold in here."
Harry was ridiculously happy to oblige.
"It's quiet in there."
Charlie cocked a brow. "You didn't expect them to crack and shag the very first night they shared a bed, did you? Or the first morning, such as the case may be."
Neville sat on the sofa beside his boyfriend and leaned into him. "It's possible," he said. "There's a lot of pent-up sexual tension between them."
Charlie pondered a moment before saying, "Don't be ridiculous. It will take them at least two nights to figure it out."
Author: enchanted_jae
Summary: Charlie and Neville assumed Harry and Draco were a couple, but that's ridiculous, right?
Word Count: 1,588
Rating: PG13
Contains: (Highlight to view) *Suggestion*
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Notes: Big thank you to my beta, jake67jake!
Harry shifted his bag from his right shoulder to his left and knocked on the chalet room door. It was opened to reveal Neville's smiling face.
"Harry! Draco! So glad you could make it," said Neville. He stepped to the side. "It's not much as far as suites go, but it was the best we could manage on short notice."
Harry and Draco trooped inside. "Charlie," Harry greeted with a smile. "Good to see you, mate."
"Likewise," said Charlie. "I'm surprised old Shacklebolt allowed two of his top Aurors to take a holiday at the same time. Of course, under the circumstances--"
"Where are my manners?" Neville interjected. "You two don't need to stand around holding your luggage while we talk. Charlie and I have the bedroom on the left, and the two of you can have the one to the right. Go on in and get settled. We have plenty of time to catch up with one another."
Harry responded with a smile and a weary nod. Travel via Portkey always left him feeling drained of energy, then it had been followed by a train ride to the Muggle chalet. He was knackered. Harry strode through the sitting area of the suite and trudged into the bedroom where he halted uncertainly.
Draco bumped into him from behind, apologized, and closed the door. He stepped around Harry and came to a stop. "There's only one bed."
"I see that," said Harry. "Let me just see if there's been a mistake." Harry returned to the lounge. "There's just one bed in our room."
Charlie laughed. "You can drop the act, mate. Everyone knows you and Malfoy are an item."
Harry's mouth fell open.
Neville hastened to reassure him. "It's okay, Harry. He's not such a git anymore, and none of us cares that you're partners in every sense of the word."
Too stunned to do anything but nod, Harry retreated back to his assigned bedroom.
Draco glanced up from where he was unpacking his luggage. "Well? What did they say?"
Harry's shoulders hunched as he replied, "Apparently, we're an item."
The jumper Draco was holding slipped from his grasp and fell unheeded to the floor. "Sorry?"
Harry dropped onto the bed and sighed. "Nev and Charlie think we're together."
"As in, together?"
"Er, yeah."
"Why would they think that?"
"From the sound of it, everybody thinks that," replied Harry.
"I see. Ahem. Well, we should disabuse them of the notion."
Harry glanced up from studying the floor. "Won't that make our holiday awkward?"
"More awkward than sharing a bed, do you mean?" Draco countered.
"We can use a spell to split the--"
"Shacklebolt would murder us if we use magic in a Muggle chalet," said Draco. He sat on the other side of the bed and swept his hair back. "What are we going to do?"
Harry tapped his fingers on one knee. "It's not as if we haven't slept in close quarters before."
"On missions, yeah."
Harry's eyes narrowed in challenge. "Scared, Malfoy?" The jibe brought a smile to Draco's face, just as Harry had intended.
"Prat," Draco snorted. "Stay on your side of the bed and keep your hands to yourself."
"Your virtue is safe with me," teased Harry.
Harry, Draco, Charlie, and Neville got in a few runs on the ski slopes before it began snowing too hard to continue. They returned to the chalet and spent a few hours in the bar area, drinking hot toddies and catching up with one another. However, any time Neville or Charlie mentioned Harry and Draco's relationship, Draco adroitly steered the conversation to another topic. Harry was grateful for Draco's glib ability. He had no idea how to field questions about a non-existent relationship, especially since he'd found himself fantasizing about Draco often enough. Harry never acted on it; they were partners, after all. Although he couldn't help but wonder how things could be between them if they became intimate.
"Looks like we're in the middle of a right blizzard," commented Charlie.
Harry turned his head to look out the window. All he could see was blowing snow. "So much for our skiing holiday," he said. "What else is there to do in the chalet?"
"There's a billiard table and a dart board over there," replied Neville, indicating a corner of the bar area. "I think the chalet has a small library on the ground floor, too."
"Or you could pass the time in bed," said Charlie, draping an arm over Neville's shoulders. "It's warmer, and you don't have to wear clothing."
Neville's ears grew pink, but he chuckled and leaned closer to Charlie. "Let's go back to our room," he whispered.
Harry watched them leave then turned to look at Draco.
"I'm going to choose a book or two from the library," said Draco. "Care to join me?"
"I can't believe you chose a romance."
Harry glanced up from his book. "I've had enough mystery and intrigue in my life," he said, nodding at the spy thriller that Draco was reading. "Aside from that, this is a romantic comedy. I'm finding it vastly amusing." Harry set the book aside in favor of plumping up the pillows he was resting against.
Draco was on the opposite side of the bed, but they'd pulled the blankets and duvet up over their legs and laps. It was rather cozy.
"Is there any sex in it?" teased Draco.
"Not yet."
"You'll read those passages aloud, won't you?"
"Certainly not," huffed Harry. His ears got hot, just thinking about it.
"Don't be such a prude," chided Draco. "I have to live vicariously through you."
Curious, Harry asked, "Aren't you seeing anyone at the moment?"
"Other than you, do you mean?"
"Berk."
Draco laughed lightly. "You know as well as I do I'm too busy for romance."
"That's why you should have chosen a romantic book to read."
"What about you?" asked Draco, ignoring Harry's taunt.
"I don't have time for romance either," admitted Harry. "That's probably why everyone thinks we're a couple; we only ever see one another. Not just at work, but we often go for a pint or a meal at the Leaky, and now we're even on holiday together."
Draco rubbed a thumb over his lower lip thoughtfully. "I can see why it would appear we're dating. Eh, as long as we know the truth, right?"
"Yeah," said Harry. "Right." He was surprised to find himself disappointed.
When Harry woke up, he was not on his own side of the bed. Neither was Draco. They'd managed to meet in the middle and were currently snuggled together beneath the duvet, arms around one another and legs entwined.
Harry's cock stirred, and he grimaced and tried to gently disentangle himself. Draco mumbled in his sleep, and his arms tightened around Harry. Not wanting to wake his partner and embarrass them both, Harry stopped trying to escape. He settled for putting scant distance between their lower bodies and then horrified himself with thoughts of Acromantulas until his dick deflated.
Harry resolved to wait until Draco fell into a deeper sleep before extricating himself. Instead, he was the one who slipped into peaceful slumber.
"Harry. Harry, wake up."
Harry cracked one eye open, seeing nothing but a pale blur in front of his face. He wasn't alone in bed, which was intriguing until everything came back in a rush. Harry released Draco and rolled onto his back.
"Sorry," he offered. "Didn't mean for that to happen."
"We're both to blame," said Draco. "It seems we gravitated to one another."
"I've always been drawn to you,"quipped Harry. He could have hexed himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Needing to escape his embarrassment, Harry sat up and swung his legs over his side of the bed. A hand gripped the back of his T-shirt and stopped him.
"You don't get to say something like that and then bail."
Harry scrubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Look, it was inappropriate, and I apologize."
"That's not what I...Harry, look at me."
Harry turned his head just far enough to see Draco's form out of the corner of his eye.
"Put your glasses on, prat."
"For the love of pygmy puffs," muttered Harry. He reached for the stand beside the bed and settled his glasses on his nose.
"Now look at me."
Harry hesitated a moment before squaring his shoulders and turning his head. Draco was smiling at him.
Smiling
Harry dropped his eyes. "What's so funny?" he asked gruffly.
"You," Draco replied. "Me. The two of us. We're both ridiculous you know."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but I'm more ridiculous," Draco continued. "You see, I would never have been brave enough to admit that I'm drawn to you."
"You are?"
"I am."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Harry cracked a smile. "That's ridiculous."
"Now that we've reached new heights of ridiculousness, take off those glasses and warm me up. It's bloody cold in here."
Harry was ridiculously happy to oblige.
"It's quiet in there."
Charlie cocked a brow. "You didn't expect them to crack and shag the very first night they shared a bed, did you? Or the first morning, such as the case may be."
Neville sat on the sofa beside his boyfriend and leaned into him. "It's possible," he said. "There's a lot of pent-up sexual tension between them."
Charlie pondered a moment before saying, "Don't be ridiculous. It will take them at least two nights to figure it out."