FIC: Play/Pause (a Time to Remember) (Harry/Draco)

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Title: Play/Pause (a Time to Remember)
Author/Artist: this_bloody_cat
Prompt: #100
Prompt submitted by: golden_snitch12
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count/Art Medium: 3500
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended

Comments

[golden_snitch12]

Thank you so much for taking this meager prompt and turning it into a story that was funny to read. Here are some of my favorite bits:

“Malfoy? Is that you?”

Great, Draco thought bitterly, because his day hadn't been nearly bad enough so far. He'd just been minding his own business, for fuck's sake. Why did the universe insist on punishing him like this?

“Why are you all-” Potter broke off, chuckling. “You look like a drowned ferret.”

**

“The ferret incident, really?” Pansy leans back on his sofa, crossing one leg over the other. It makes her tasteful, grey pleated skirt bunch up untidily around her thighs. “It never gets old, does it?”

“Not to them, it doesn't,” mutters Draco.

“Gryffindors, I swear-” she rolls her eyes, “-forever stuck at the age of fourteen.”

“Tell me about it.”

I loved the humor and snarkiness you gave both Draco and Pansy. Best-friend Pansy is one of my favorites and you absolutely nailed her personality in this fic.

“I thought he was straight.”

Draco doesn't pine after straight men, thank you very much. Lost causes are for other people-Gryffindors, probably, maybe even Hufflepuffs.

“Please. Even I knew Potter was gay.” Pansy seems to be in one of her pacing phases at the moment, but she stops abruptly, turning to him. “You ought to read the Prophet from time to time, love.”

I adored clueless Draco!

“You see, Pans, Harry's home is truly the stuff of nightmares.”

**

Potter's house … Potter's house was really something else. It definitely wasn't the sort of place you'd expect the Saviour of the Wizarding World to be living in. If anything, it looked like a darker, shabbier version of the Manor, in the days when it had served as the Dark Lord's personal bed and breakfast. Minus the screaming.

“Potter?”

Draco stared uneasily at the row of House-elf heads mounted on the wall along the stairs, each passing second further strengthening his belief that coming here had been a terrible, terrible mistake indeed.

LOL at Draco's description of the most noble house of Black.

“Seriously, fuck you.” He was not going to blush. That hadn't even been a real compliment, for fuck's sake, Potter was mocking him, and Draco's brain was getting the signals all mixed up. Merlin, when had he reverted back to his adolescence?

“Careful, now.” The amused grin morphed into something that looked, for all intents and purposes, like a flirty smile. “Keep repeating that and I'll start to believe you mean it.”

**

“Surely, by then you caught on?”

“Well …” Not quite...

I loved the way you used Pansy in the narrative.

“I wanted to do that,” Potter spoke again, a determined look on his face. “I have, for a while … Just, maybe not like this.”

Oh.

Okay. That was good. Draco had wanted to do that, too. Perhaps he still did. Perhaps he could stop panicking now.

He grinned, a bit sheepishly. “You reckon we ought to try that again, then?”

Thank you so much for such a delightful story. You truly exceeded my expectations and I appreciate your efforts!

[this_bloody_cat]

Thank you so much for this lovely comment! :') Your prompt was marvellous! I loved it so much I actually started writing this story before hearing back from the mods -- all the while thinking, "Oh dear, but what if it gets assigned to someone else!" xD