Dragon Brew 82
Title: Dragon Brew 82
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 540
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. 127 - Don't settle for a spark... light a fire instead!
Summary: Harry takes Malfoy's advice and takes his meeting by storm.
Harry had been summoned to a meeting with both the Minister and the Supreme Mugwump, scheduled for later that afternoon. In the meantime, he kept his head down, worked on reports, and stewed. When his stomach reminded him he hadn't eaten lunch, Harry had a sod it moment and left the Ministry.
He found himself in front of Dragon Brew, of course. Harry pushed the door open and strode inside, took a deep, appreciative breath, and felt the tension he'd been carrying melt away. There was only one thing that could make this better.
"Do you plan to make a purchase, Potter, or are you going to simply loiter and suck up all the air?"
And there it was.
Harry opened his eyes, saw the challenging smirk on Malfoy's face, and grinned back at him. "I think I'll just stand around and loiter."
"Sorry?"
Harry laughed, pleased to have caught Malfoy off guard. "It's been a rough morning. I'm going to sit at my table. Would you bring me something sweet?"
Malfoy arched a brow. "Would you like it...hot?"
Harry's blood rushed south, and he all but swayed closer to the counter where Malfoy held court. "You know I like it--"
"Ahem."
Harry reined in his libido and wandered over to his favorite table. Malfoy joined him a moment later, setting items in front of Harry.
"One mocha latte, for the sweet, and one Potter Panini, for the hot. Eat up, drink up, and tell Draco all about it," he added, plopping into the chair across from Harry.
In moments, Harry told the entire sordid tale of his successful arrest and how the cheeky brat he'd remanded to the Ministry's holding cells turned out to be related to the Supreme Mugwump, and that he now had to have a meeting "...during which I'll likely be expected to back off and let Bicklehop off with a mere warning," finished Harry. "I've a mind to go in there and set off some sparks of my own."
"Sparks?" drawled Malfoy. His eyes narrowed and he leaned closer. "Don't settle for a spark... light a fire instead!"
Harry blinked in surprise. He sat up straighter and squared his shoulders. "You're absolutely right," he said. "That buggering brat was in the wrong, and I don't care whom he's related to!"
"That's the spirit, Auror Potter. And, if you get sacked, I can always use some extra help in the kitchen."
~*~
Harry all but swaggered out of the Minister's office. He'd gone into the enforced meeting, fully embracing the theory of the best defense is a good offense. And it worked. Harry hadn't apologized, backed down, nor tolerated any bluster. He'd gone in with wand blazing, torched both the Minister and the snooty Supreme Mugwump, and had both of them bowing and scraping and apologizing for questioning him.
Harry headed to his office, mood ebullient. Ron caught up to him as he reached his door.
"How'd the meeting go, mate?"
"Fantastic," Harry replied with a smug grin. "I presented my case, and they agreed with my position."
Ron's eyebrows rose, and he stroked his chin. "You played the Savior of the Wizarding World card, didn't you?"
"You're damned right, I did," said Harry. "And, it worked."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 540
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. 127 - Don't settle for a spark... light a fire instead!
Summary: Harry takes Malfoy's advice and takes his meeting by storm.
Harry had been summoned to a meeting with both the Minister and the Supreme Mugwump, scheduled for later that afternoon. In the meantime, he kept his head down, worked on reports, and stewed. When his stomach reminded him he hadn't eaten lunch, Harry had a sod it moment and left the Ministry.
He found himself in front of Dragon Brew, of course. Harry pushed the door open and strode inside, took a deep, appreciative breath, and felt the tension he'd been carrying melt away. There was only one thing that could make this better.
"Do you plan to make a purchase, Potter, or are you going to simply loiter and suck up all the air?"
And there it was.
Harry opened his eyes, saw the challenging smirk on Malfoy's face, and grinned back at him. "I think I'll just stand around and loiter."
"Sorry?"
Harry laughed, pleased to have caught Malfoy off guard. "It's been a rough morning. I'm going to sit at my table. Would you bring me something sweet?"
Malfoy arched a brow. "Would you like it...hot?"
Harry's blood rushed south, and he all but swayed closer to the counter where Malfoy held court. "You know I like it--"
"Ahem."
Harry reined in his libido and wandered over to his favorite table. Malfoy joined him a moment later, setting items in front of Harry.
"One mocha latte, for the sweet, and one Potter Panini, for the hot. Eat up, drink up, and tell Draco all about it," he added, plopping into the chair across from Harry.
In moments, Harry told the entire sordid tale of his successful arrest and how the cheeky brat he'd remanded to the Ministry's holding cells turned out to be related to the Supreme Mugwump, and that he now had to have a meeting "...during which I'll likely be expected to back off and let Bicklehop off with a mere warning," finished Harry. "I've a mind to go in there and set off some sparks of my own."
"Sparks?" drawled Malfoy. His eyes narrowed and he leaned closer. "Don't settle for a spark... light a fire instead!"
Harry blinked in surprise. He sat up straighter and squared his shoulders. "You're absolutely right," he said. "That buggering brat was in the wrong, and I don't care whom he's related to!"
"That's the spirit, Auror Potter. And, if you get sacked, I can always use some extra help in the kitchen."
~*~
Harry all but swaggered out of the Minister's office. He'd gone into the enforced meeting, fully embracing the theory of the best defense is a good offense. And it worked. Harry hadn't apologized, backed down, nor tolerated any bluster. He'd gone in with wand blazing, torched both the Minister and the snooty Supreme Mugwump, and had both of them bowing and scraping and apologizing for questioning him.
Harry headed to his office, mood ebullient. Ron caught up to him as he reached his door.
"How'd the meeting go, mate?"
"Fantastic," Harry replied with a smug grin. "I presented my case, and they agreed with my position."
Ron's eyebrows rose, and he stroked his chin. "You played the Savior of the Wizarding World card, didn't you?"
"You're damned right, I did," said Harry. "And, it worked."