Dragon Brew 77
Title: Dragon Brew 77
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron, Dean
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 590
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. 77 - spiked hot drink
Summary: Harry finally gets his snarky barista alone.
As the evening at the SPEW gala wore on, Harry switched from drinking champagne to an Irish coffee. The hot drink warmed him, along with the liberal shot of whiskey in it. He was flirting with the edge of a pleasant buzz and resolved not to drink any more alcohol.
Harry didn't plan to spend much longer there in any case. He'd delivered a short speech, had his photo taken, danced with Hermione, Malfoy, and several other people, including Lucille Lutzenkirchen. She was quite pleasant, actually. Even Malfoy danced with her.
After observing several other guests take their leave, Harry sought out his date. He found Malfoy chatting with Ron and Dean. "Are you ready to thank our hostess and leave?" asked Harry.
"Bugger off, Harry," said Dean. "Malfoy is coming home with me."
"What?!" cried Harry.
"Thomas here has a cat who's much better behaved than that menace you live with," said Malfoy.
Harry could only sputter in response.
Ron threw his head back and laughed. "The look on your face, mate," he chuckled, thwacking Harry on the back. Dean laughed, too, while Malfoy's eyes sparkled over the rim of his own cup of Irish coffee.
"You're wankers, each and every one of you," grumbled Harry.
"I was only taking the piss, Harry," said Dean. "Besides, I don't have a cat."
"Would you like one?" Malfoy asked. "I'm sure Luna has several for you to choose from."
Dean was no longer laughing. "Er..."
Harry felt a measure of satisfaction, but he didn't want to stay and gloat. There was still debauchery to engage in. He caught Malfoy's eye. "Shall we?"
He and Malfoy took a moment to speak to Hermione before using the Floo to return to Harry's. "Are you staying?" he asked. "Or, shall I come to yours?"
"Why don't you get Panini settled, then come to mine," Malfoy replied. "I'll leave the Floo open."
Harry sped through feeding his kitten and gathering a change of clothing and a toothbrush. He was hoping to spend the night rather than being kicked to the kerb after the debauchery portion of the evening.
Harry emerged from the Floo into Malfoy's home, where he was greeted by Bean. He set his overnight bag down in favor of scooping up the kitten. "Hello, handsome, how are you?"
"I'm well, thank you."
"Bean!" Harry gasped in feigned shock. "You can speak!"
Malfoy rolled his eyes and gestured for Harry to follow him to the kitchen. "Would you care for a cup of tea?"
"Is that what we're calling it now?" Harry asked with an exaggerated leer.
"Git," Malfoy muttered. He poured two cups of fragrant tea and handed one to Harry. Malfoy led the way back to the lounge and dropped onto the sofa. "Ah, that hits the spot," he sighed after taking a sip of tea."
"I'll hit your spot later," Harry promised in a throaty growl.
"I'm topping tonight."
"I, but...okay," Harry conceded. A shag was a shag, never mind that he'd been fantasizing about rolling Malfoy under him and treating the snarky barista to a jolly good dicking.
"You sound disappointed," drawled Malfoy.
Harry raised one shoulder in a half shrug. "I admit I rather wanted to do the debauching, but if you insist on topping, I'm not going to say no. Just be gentle with me."
"We could flip a coin," Malfoy suggested.
"Yeah?" Harry grinned. "Do you have a galleon handy?"
"Drink your tea, Auror Potter," said Malfoy. "We'll flip for topping rights when our cups are empty."
Dragon Brew 78
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron, Dean
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 590
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. 77 - spiked hot drink
Summary: Harry finally gets his snarky barista alone.
As the evening at the SPEW gala wore on, Harry switched from drinking champagne to an Irish coffee. The hot drink warmed him, along with the liberal shot of whiskey in it. He was flirting with the edge of a pleasant buzz and resolved not to drink any more alcohol.
Harry didn't plan to spend much longer there in any case. He'd delivered a short speech, had his photo taken, danced with Hermione, Malfoy, and several other people, including Lucille Lutzenkirchen. She was quite pleasant, actually. Even Malfoy danced with her.
After observing several other guests take their leave, Harry sought out his date. He found Malfoy chatting with Ron and Dean. "Are you ready to thank our hostess and leave?" asked Harry.
"Bugger off, Harry," said Dean. "Malfoy is coming home with me."
"What?!" cried Harry.
"Thomas here has a cat who's much better behaved than that menace you live with," said Malfoy.
Harry could only sputter in response.
Ron threw his head back and laughed. "The look on your face, mate," he chuckled, thwacking Harry on the back. Dean laughed, too, while Malfoy's eyes sparkled over the rim of his own cup of Irish coffee.
"You're wankers, each and every one of you," grumbled Harry.
"I was only taking the piss, Harry," said Dean. "Besides, I don't have a cat."
"Would you like one?" Malfoy asked. "I'm sure Luna has several for you to choose from."
Dean was no longer laughing. "Er..."
Harry felt a measure of satisfaction, but he didn't want to stay and gloat. There was still debauchery to engage in. He caught Malfoy's eye. "Shall we?"
He and Malfoy took a moment to speak to Hermione before using the Floo to return to Harry's. "Are you staying?" he asked. "Or, shall I come to yours?"
"Why don't you get Panini settled, then come to mine," Malfoy replied. "I'll leave the Floo open."
Harry sped through feeding his kitten and gathering a change of clothing and a toothbrush. He was hoping to spend the night rather than being kicked to the kerb after the debauchery portion of the evening.
Harry emerged from the Floo into Malfoy's home, where he was greeted by Bean. He set his overnight bag down in favor of scooping up the kitten. "Hello, handsome, how are you?"
"I'm well, thank you."
"Bean!" Harry gasped in feigned shock. "You can speak!"
Malfoy rolled his eyes and gestured for Harry to follow him to the kitchen. "Would you care for a cup of tea?"
"Is that what we're calling it now?" Harry asked with an exaggerated leer.
"Git," Malfoy muttered. He poured two cups of fragrant tea and handed one to Harry. Malfoy led the way back to the lounge and dropped onto the sofa. "Ah, that hits the spot," he sighed after taking a sip of tea."
"I'll hit your spot later," Harry promised in a throaty growl.
"I'm topping tonight."
"I, but...okay," Harry conceded. A shag was a shag, never mind that he'd been fantasizing about rolling Malfoy under him and treating the snarky barista to a jolly good dicking.
"You sound disappointed," drawled Malfoy.
Harry raised one shoulder in a half shrug. "I admit I rather wanted to do the debauching, but if you insist on topping, I'm not going to say no. Just be gentle with me."
"We could flip a coin," Malfoy suggested.
"Yeah?" Harry grinned. "Do you have a galleon handy?"
"Drink your tea, Auror Potter," said Malfoy. "We'll flip for topping rights when our cups are empty."
Dragon Brew 78