Calling Dragons 11
Title: Calling Dragons (11/12)
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco, Theodore, Harry, Blaise
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion, mild violence
Word count: 426
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Penultimate installment in the Calling Dragons arc.
Summary: Draco loses his temper; Harry learns something interesting.
"If you've had enough of spreading yourself for Potter, I suppose I can take you back."
Theodore's crass proposition was the last straw, and Draco reacted in a manner quite beneath a Malfoy. He punched his former lover squarely in his smirking face, watching in grim satisfaction as Nott reeled backwards with a howl, both hands cupping his bloodied nose.
"Never darken my doorstep again, you arrogant twat," he seethed, slamming his door for the second time that morning. Stomping back into the kitchen, Draco snatched up his cup of cold tea and brought it to his lips. He paused a moment, then with a muttered, "Fuck it," he tossed the cup into the sink, taking perverse delight in the sound of the fine china shattering. Draco stalked out of the kitchen and went to the wet bar in the dining room, searching for something stronger to drink.
~*~
Back at his own flat, Harry soon grew tired of pacing about and second guessing himself, and he decided to go out. The problem was, he realized he'd left his cloak behind when he had left the party the night before. With a sigh, Harry went to the fireplace and Floo'ed Zabini. The other invited him over, and Harry soon found himself in Zabini's dining room once more.
Blaise retrieved Potter's cloak, and as he handed it over, he gave Potter a sly grin. "So, how did it go last night?" he asked.
"I spent the night at Malfoy's, but I slept on the sofa," Harry replied. "I wouldn't have stayed at all, except that Draco was sick, and I knew he would need a hangover potion this morning."
"And how did the morning go?" prodded Blaise. He had been subtly trying to maneuver Draco and Potter together all throughout his party, and when Draco had taken it upon himself to become too inebriated to Apparate, Blaise had used it as an excuse to throw the two together by insisting Potter take his friend home.
Harry didn't answer, but he could feel his face grow hot.
Blaise noticed the blush and pounced. "That good, yeah?" he grinned.
"Yes and no," Harry muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
"How so?" asked Zabini, and Harry suddenly found himself confiding in Malfoy's friend.
Blaise gaped at him in dismay. "Potter!" he exclaimed. "How could you just walk out on him like that? Never mind Theodore, or anyone else for that matter...Draco has always had his heart set on you."
~tbc~
Calling Dragons 12
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco, Theodore, Harry, Blaise
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion, mild violence
Word count: 426
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Penultimate installment in the Calling Dragons arc.
Summary: Draco loses his temper; Harry learns something interesting.
"If you've had enough of spreading yourself for Potter, I suppose I can take you back."
Theodore's crass proposition was the last straw, and Draco reacted in a manner quite beneath a Malfoy. He punched his former lover squarely in his smirking face, watching in grim satisfaction as Nott reeled backwards with a howl, both hands cupping his bloodied nose.
"Never darken my doorstep again, you arrogant twat," he seethed, slamming his door for the second time that morning. Stomping back into the kitchen, Draco snatched up his cup of cold tea and brought it to his lips. He paused a moment, then with a muttered, "Fuck it," he tossed the cup into the sink, taking perverse delight in the sound of the fine china shattering. Draco stalked out of the kitchen and went to the wet bar in the dining room, searching for something stronger to drink.
~*~
Back at his own flat, Harry soon grew tired of pacing about and second guessing himself, and he decided to go out. The problem was, he realized he'd left his cloak behind when he had left the party the night before. With a sigh, Harry went to the fireplace and Floo'ed Zabini. The other invited him over, and Harry soon found himself in Zabini's dining room once more.
Blaise retrieved Potter's cloak, and as he handed it over, he gave Potter a sly grin. "So, how did it go last night?" he asked.
"I spent the night at Malfoy's, but I slept on the sofa," Harry replied. "I wouldn't have stayed at all, except that Draco was sick, and I knew he would need a hangover potion this morning."
"And how did the morning go?" prodded Blaise. He had been subtly trying to maneuver Draco and Potter together all throughout his party, and when Draco had taken it upon himself to become too inebriated to Apparate, Blaise had used it as an excuse to throw the two together by insisting Potter take his friend home.
Harry didn't answer, but he could feel his face grow hot.
Blaise noticed the blush and pounced. "That good, yeah?" he grinned.
"Yes and no," Harry muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
"How so?" asked Zabini, and Harry suddenly found himself confiding in Malfoy's friend.
Blaise gaped at him in dismay. "Potter!" he exclaimed. "How could you just walk out on him like that? Never mind Theodore, or anyone else for that matter...Draco has always had his heart set on you."
~tbc~
Calling Dragons 12