Dragon Brew 75
Title: Dragon Brew 75
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 710
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. 118 - Your moment is waiting
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 75 - Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew
Summary: Harry asks Malfoy out on a proper date.
"Harry, do you have a date yet for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare fundraiser?"
"Good afternoon, Hermione," said Harry, glancing up from a boring report. "It's nice to see you as well."
She plopped into the chair across from his desk. "Hello, Harry," she said, her tone conveying that she was merely humoring him. "You're looking well. Do you have a date yet? And don't bother telling me you plan to ask Lucille Lutzenkirchen. You waited too long and someone else has asked her."
Harry groaned in mock dismay. "It's like Fourth year all over again," he lamented.
Hermione giggled at his antics. "Just ask Malfoy. You know you want to. Imagine it, Harry. An actual date with dinner and dancing. Your moment is waiting. Seize the day and all that rot."
"Shall I ask him right now? That's a capital idea." Harry pushed his chair back and stood.
"I didn't mean this instant. You still have an hour--"
"No, no, the great Hermione Granger-Weasley has spoken," said Harry. "I must obey."
"If you choose to skive off, don't be blaming me," Hermione said as she also stood up.
Harry grinned and tugged at a lock of her hair as he left his office.
Harry felt only mildly guilty for leaving the Ministry early. He was on a mission of a different sort, after all. A feeling of calm settled over Harry as he stepped into Dragon Brew. Malfoy was at the counter, while Bethany bustled about clearing and cleaning tables with flicks of her wand.
Malfoy cocked a brow as Harry approached the counter. "Two visits in one day, Potter?" he drawled. "You must fancy one of the baristas."
Harry used his forward momentum to lean over, cup the back of Malfoy's head, and snog him thoroughly. He broke to catch his breath. Harry grinned and said, "As a matter of fact, I do fancy one of the baristas."
Malfoy blinked and straightened. "Flirt," he muttered under his breath. Louder, he said, "You'll be wanting to try one of my new vanilla sweet cream cold brews."
Harry's nose wrinkled. "That doesn't sound--"
"I'm not asking you, Potter. I'm telling you."
Harry's blood heated at the challenging look in Malfoy's eyes. "Bossy," he murmured. "I like it. Why don't I have a seat, and you can bring it out? There's something I wish to ask you."
Harry took a seat at his favorite table and congratulated himself on his plan to lure Malfoy out from behind the counter. While waiting, he greeted Bethany and asked about the kitten that Luna had fobbed off on her.
"Oh, she's the sweetest little dear," said Bethany. "I named her Latte."
"That's brilliant," said Harry. Privately, he was wondering how he'd ended up with the rampaging Erumpent from that litter of kittens. Luna had some explaining to do. Harry forgot all about kittens when Malfoy joined him.
Malfoy set a drink in front of Harry and kept one for himself. He took the seat across the table. "Try it and tell me what you think."
Harry obediently took a sip. "It's refreshing, but perhaps a tad too sweet for my liking. You know I prefer...snarky."
"Flirt."
Harry grinned and took another sip as a show of goodwill. "Are you busy Saturday night?"
"Why? Are you plotting a night of unbridled debauchery?"
Harry's body reacted with an eager throb. "Oh Godric, that's much more enticing than what I had in mind."
"What did you have in mind?" asked Malfoy, taking a sip of his own cold brew.
"A fundraising gala for SPEW," Harry replied. "Hermione will skin me alive if I don't put in an appearance, and I don't want to suffer alone."
"And I was the first person you thought of when it came to inflicting pain and suffering?!"
"No," said Harry. "My first choice was Lucille Lutzenkirchen, but someone already asked her."
Malfoy stared at him for a long moment. "You are utterly barmy."
"Is that a yes?" asked Harry. "There will be dining, dancing, and debauchery."
Malfoy's eyes sparkled, and his lips curved in a grin. "That seems like an entertaining evening. How could I refuse?"
Harry's shoulders relaxed. "Splendid," he said. "I'll collect you at seven."
Dragon Brew 76
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 710
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. 118 - Your moment is waiting
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 75 - Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew
Summary: Harry asks Malfoy out on a proper date.
"Harry, do you have a date yet for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare fundraiser?"
"Good afternoon, Hermione," said Harry, glancing up from a boring report. "It's nice to see you as well."
She plopped into the chair across from his desk. "Hello, Harry," she said, her tone conveying that she was merely humoring him. "You're looking well. Do you have a date yet? And don't bother telling me you plan to ask Lucille Lutzenkirchen. You waited too long and someone else has asked her."
Harry groaned in mock dismay. "It's like Fourth year all over again," he lamented.
Hermione giggled at his antics. "Just ask Malfoy. You know you want to. Imagine it, Harry. An actual date with dinner and dancing. Your moment is waiting. Seize the day and all that rot."
"Shall I ask him right now? That's a capital idea." Harry pushed his chair back and stood.
"I didn't mean this instant. You still have an hour--"
"No, no, the great Hermione Granger-Weasley has spoken," said Harry. "I must obey."
"If you choose to skive off, don't be blaming me," Hermione said as she also stood up.
Harry grinned and tugged at a lock of her hair as he left his office.
Harry felt only mildly guilty for leaving the Ministry early. He was on a mission of a different sort, after all. A feeling of calm settled over Harry as he stepped into Dragon Brew. Malfoy was at the counter, while Bethany bustled about clearing and cleaning tables with flicks of her wand.
Malfoy cocked a brow as Harry approached the counter. "Two visits in one day, Potter?" he drawled. "You must fancy one of the baristas."
Harry used his forward momentum to lean over, cup the back of Malfoy's head, and snog him thoroughly. He broke to catch his breath. Harry grinned and said, "As a matter of fact, I do fancy one of the baristas."
Malfoy blinked and straightened. "Flirt," he muttered under his breath. Louder, he said, "You'll be wanting to try one of my new vanilla sweet cream cold brews."
Harry's nose wrinkled. "That doesn't sound--"
"I'm not asking you, Potter. I'm telling you."
Harry's blood heated at the challenging look in Malfoy's eyes. "Bossy," he murmured. "I like it. Why don't I have a seat, and you can bring it out? There's something I wish to ask you."
Harry took a seat at his favorite table and congratulated himself on his plan to lure Malfoy out from behind the counter. While waiting, he greeted Bethany and asked about the kitten that Luna had fobbed off on her.
"Oh, she's the sweetest little dear," said Bethany. "I named her Latte."
"That's brilliant," said Harry. Privately, he was wondering how he'd ended up with the rampaging Erumpent from that litter of kittens. Luna had some explaining to do. Harry forgot all about kittens when Malfoy joined him.
Malfoy set a drink in front of Harry and kept one for himself. He took the seat across the table. "Try it and tell me what you think."
Harry obediently took a sip. "It's refreshing, but perhaps a tad too sweet for my liking. You know I prefer...snarky."
"Flirt."
Harry grinned and took another sip as a show of goodwill. "Are you busy Saturday night?"
"Why? Are you plotting a night of unbridled debauchery?"
Harry's body reacted with an eager throb. "Oh Godric, that's much more enticing than what I had in mind."
"What did you have in mind?" asked Malfoy, taking a sip of his own cold brew.
"A fundraising gala for SPEW," Harry replied. "Hermione will skin me alive if I don't put in an appearance, and I don't want to suffer alone."
"And I was the first person you thought of when it came to inflicting pain and suffering?!"
"No," said Harry. "My first choice was Lucille Lutzenkirchen, but someone already asked her."
Malfoy stared at him for a long moment. "You are utterly barmy."
"Is that a yes?" asked Harry. "There will be dining, dancing, and debauchery."
Malfoy's eyes sparkled, and his lips curved in a grin. "That seems like an entertaining evening. How could I refuse?"
Harry's shoulders relaxed. "Splendid," he said. "I'll collect you at seven."
Dragon Brew 76