It Happened in Tokyo (Part 2)
Title: It Happened in Tokyo
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: ??/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Not Betaed. Slight angst
Word count: 1,350
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: More angst! Its nothing big, but I felt like writing angst so there you have it. I need to write an outline of coming parts or else my bunny will leave me. I hope you enjoy reading this, despite the angst. If you see them point out any errors, it is most appreciated! Also, I hope to have an update for The Trade by the end of the weekend. I have been feeling like writing, but I am just lazy sometimes.
Summary: Draco waked up in a love hotel and cannot remember what happened the night before. Will it come back to haunt him?
As Draco walked away from the restaurant after his lunch meeting, he could not keep from breaking out into a smile. The meeting had gone swimmingly. The potions supplier had really taken a liking to Draco’s potions. The prospect of being associated with Draco’s potions once they were released was too tempting for the supplier. They had given him a good deal with the promise of a reduction if (though Draco thought of it as when) Draco’s potions began to be produced on a larger scale.
A small order of ingredients had been arranged to be delivered to his labs at the Malfoy Manor in the coming week. Draco had always kept his labs at the Manor because they had been extensive and allowed him to work on a number of potions at a time and conduct other experiments without harming said potions.
Draco’s grandmother had been very taken with potions despite the fact that she did not peruse it past her time at Hogwarts. She had chosen instead to marry and become a socialite. She had passed away before Draco was born and had left her collection of potion books to his father. His mother was the one who had ended up reading most of them. Lucius had been good at potions at Hogwarts, but only to get the attention of Narcissa, who had far excelled everyone else, with the exception of Severus.
Once Draco had been born, his mother had dedicated all her time to raising Draco and to taking up where his grandmother had left off. It had been her duty to be a hostess and advance the Malfoy name through her social connections. However, in her spare time she had continued with her hobby of potion brewing.
When Draco had been old enough to get restless with the fact that he could not perform magic yet, his mother had taken him into her labs and taught him how to brew. They had started out with simple potions; tinctures and simple remedies. She had also explained some of the theory as they had brewed. If it were not for that and the fact that his father took him flying whenever Lucius thought Narcissa was not paying attention, Draco would surely have gotten into trouble with the Improper Use of Magic Office.
Narcissa’s labs had eventually become Draco’s labs. His mother still came in every once in a while to make herself some of the beauty potions she made.
After the war, Narcissa and Draco were both pardoned, Lucius had not been so lucky. He was sentenced to 10 year in Azkaban for his involvement with Voldemort. Draco had not been happy, but he and his mother both understood that Lucius had to serve time for the crimes he had committed.
Draco decided that thinking about his father’s sentence for too long would take away the linger happiness he felt at having closed a great deal. He turned his thoughts instead to the selling of his flat. He no longer wanted it. It held too many memories, too many memories of Harry.
Damn it, he had to stop thinking about Harry. Had had left him. He had driven Harry way and there was nothing he could do about. In fact, if anything he had insured that Harry would never want anything to do with him again. So he would sell his flat and that would be the end of things.
Just as Draco made the second resolution that day, he reached his hotel. He took the lift to his hotel room. He used his cardkey to open his door. As soon as he heard the door close with a snick behind him, he pulled out his wand and murmured a spell. In a matter of seconds his things were packed and he was ready to check out. With one last stroll around the room to make sure he had left nothing behind, he was becoming bloody paranoid as he grew older, he was making his way to the lift.
Draco smiled wryly to himself when he thought about how many times he had ridden a lift that day. The old Draco, the Draco before the war, would never have taken the lift. He had been distrustful of all things Muggle. Not just mistrustful but disdainful. However, he had realized that his old prejudices would get him into trouble so he had tried to change. But even he would not have guessed that one day he would be riding a lift up and down with nary a thought as too his safety. If he was honest with himself, which he seemed to be doing a lot that day, Draco would have to admit that he owed his trust of lift to Harry. Harry, who when he learned that Draco always took the stairs, except at the Ministry, took Draco to the tallest building he could find and had made them ride the lift all day. And in the night, when the building had been mostly empty, he had stopped the lift and had had Draco ride something else.
That particular memory had Draco hard in moments and he could feel a blush of remembrance steal across his cheeks. Suddenly, the lift stopped and with a ding, the doors slid open and he was once again on the ground floor. Once again he had to pull his head out of the clouds. It seemed that today was not only a day for honesty, but a day for memories of Harry.
Draco picked up his suitcase and made his way to the reception desk. It was a Muggle hotel, and he had to check out in person. He put his suitcase down when he reached the desk and was greeted by the smiling receptionist, thinking about when he would be able to shrink it and place it safely in his pocket for the journey home. He signed his name on the necessary documents and was off. Muggles were efficient if nothing else.
Draco walked out of the hotel and decided to walk the short way to the Japanese Ministry of Magic. He stepped into a dark alley momentarily to perform the shrinking charm on his luggage and tuck it way in his pocket. Then he set off.
He, unfortunately, took the long way which happened to take him past that stupid love hotel in which he had woken up that morning. Seeing the building made Draco sneer at his own stupidity. He should have Apperated, he should never had drunk too much, he should never have keep Harry at am arms length. Damned if those thought did not produce a twinge in his heart and a twinge in a certain other place which only Harry had breached before. And again he cursed himself nine ways to Hades.
Draco tried to keep his emotions in check and his face passive as he reached the Japanese Ministry. He was given a badge stating his business and he wondered why all Ministries felt the need to have visitors advertise their business to everyone. He stepped into another lift for the nth time that day and pressed the button to take him to the floor that held the International Portkey Office. Once there he signed in, handed over his badge and was given his Portkey. He clutched the empty sake bottle to his chest and stepped inside the designated Portkey circle. With thoughts of his bed at the Manor at the forefront of his mind, he closed his eyes and prepared himself for the familiar feeling of being hooked behind his bellybutton and being squeezed thought a too tight tube. He did not notice that the platinum band on his right hand glowed just before the Portkey activated. He did not notice the two Japanese witched leaning into speak to each other as they pointed at his hand.
Draco’s Portkey activated and he was back in England within seconds. Back to England. Back to the country where Harry Potter resided. Back to the country where Draco could at least be that much closer to him.
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: ??/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Not Betaed. Slight angst
Word count: 1,350
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: More angst! Its nothing big, but I felt like writing angst so there you have it. I need to write an outline of coming parts or else my bunny will leave me. I hope you enjoy reading this, despite the angst. If you see them point out any errors, it is most appreciated! Also, I hope to have an update for The Trade by the end of the weekend. I have been feeling like writing, but I am just lazy sometimes.
Summary: Draco waked up in a love hotel and cannot remember what happened the night before. Will it come back to haunt him?
As Draco walked away from the restaurant after his lunch meeting, he could not keep from breaking out into a smile. The meeting had gone swimmingly. The potions supplier had really taken a liking to Draco’s potions. The prospect of being associated with Draco’s potions once they were released was too tempting for the supplier. They had given him a good deal with the promise of a reduction if (though Draco thought of it as when) Draco’s potions began to be produced on a larger scale.
A small order of ingredients had been arranged to be delivered to his labs at the Malfoy Manor in the coming week. Draco had always kept his labs at the Manor because they had been extensive and allowed him to work on a number of potions at a time and conduct other experiments without harming said potions.
Draco’s grandmother had been very taken with potions despite the fact that she did not peruse it past her time at Hogwarts. She had chosen instead to marry and become a socialite. She had passed away before Draco was born and had left her collection of potion books to his father. His mother was the one who had ended up reading most of them. Lucius had been good at potions at Hogwarts, but only to get the attention of Narcissa, who had far excelled everyone else, with the exception of Severus.
Once Draco had been born, his mother had dedicated all her time to raising Draco and to taking up where his grandmother had left off. It had been her duty to be a hostess and advance the Malfoy name through her social connections. However, in her spare time she had continued with her hobby of potion brewing.
When Draco had been old enough to get restless with the fact that he could not perform magic yet, his mother had taken him into her labs and taught him how to brew. They had started out with simple potions; tinctures and simple remedies. She had also explained some of the theory as they had brewed. If it were not for that and the fact that his father took him flying whenever Lucius thought Narcissa was not paying attention, Draco would surely have gotten into trouble with the Improper Use of Magic Office.
Narcissa’s labs had eventually become Draco’s labs. His mother still came in every once in a while to make herself some of the beauty potions she made.
After the war, Narcissa and Draco were both pardoned, Lucius had not been so lucky. He was sentenced to 10 year in Azkaban for his involvement with Voldemort. Draco had not been happy, but he and his mother both understood that Lucius had to serve time for the crimes he had committed.
Draco decided that thinking about his father’s sentence for too long would take away the linger happiness he felt at having closed a great deal. He turned his thoughts instead to the selling of his flat. He no longer wanted it. It held too many memories, too many memories of Harry.
Damn it, he had to stop thinking about Harry. Had had left him. He had driven Harry way and there was nothing he could do about. In fact, if anything he had insured that Harry would never want anything to do with him again. So he would sell his flat and that would be the end of things.
Just as Draco made the second resolution that day, he reached his hotel. He took the lift to his hotel room. He used his cardkey to open his door. As soon as he heard the door close with a snick behind him, he pulled out his wand and murmured a spell. In a matter of seconds his things were packed and he was ready to check out. With one last stroll around the room to make sure he had left nothing behind, he was becoming bloody paranoid as he grew older, he was making his way to the lift.
Draco smiled wryly to himself when he thought about how many times he had ridden a lift that day. The old Draco, the Draco before the war, would never have taken the lift. He had been distrustful of all things Muggle. Not just mistrustful but disdainful. However, he had realized that his old prejudices would get him into trouble so he had tried to change. But even he would not have guessed that one day he would be riding a lift up and down with nary a thought as too his safety. If he was honest with himself, which he seemed to be doing a lot that day, Draco would have to admit that he owed his trust of lift to Harry. Harry, who when he learned that Draco always took the stairs, except at the Ministry, took Draco to the tallest building he could find and had made them ride the lift all day. And in the night, when the building had been mostly empty, he had stopped the lift and had had Draco ride something else.
That particular memory had Draco hard in moments and he could feel a blush of remembrance steal across his cheeks. Suddenly, the lift stopped and with a ding, the doors slid open and he was once again on the ground floor. Once again he had to pull his head out of the clouds. It seemed that today was not only a day for honesty, but a day for memories of Harry.
Draco picked up his suitcase and made his way to the reception desk. It was a Muggle hotel, and he had to check out in person. He put his suitcase down when he reached the desk and was greeted by the smiling receptionist, thinking about when he would be able to shrink it and place it safely in his pocket for the journey home. He signed his name on the necessary documents and was off. Muggles were efficient if nothing else.
Draco walked out of the hotel and decided to walk the short way to the Japanese Ministry of Magic. He stepped into a dark alley momentarily to perform the shrinking charm on his luggage and tuck it way in his pocket. Then he set off.
He, unfortunately, took the long way which happened to take him past that stupid love hotel in which he had woken up that morning. Seeing the building made Draco sneer at his own stupidity. He should have Apperated, he should never had drunk too much, he should never have keep Harry at am arms length. Damned if those thought did not produce a twinge in his heart and a twinge in a certain other place which only Harry had breached before. And again he cursed himself nine ways to Hades.
Draco tried to keep his emotions in check and his face passive as he reached the Japanese Ministry. He was given a badge stating his business and he wondered why all Ministries felt the need to have visitors advertise their business to everyone. He stepped into another lift for the nth time that day and pressed the button to take him to the floor that held the International Portkey Office. Once there he signed in, handed over his badge and was given his Portkey. He clutched the empty sake bottle to his chest and stepped inside the designated Portkey circle. With thoughts of his bed at the Manor at the forefront of his mind, he closed his eyes and prepared himself for the familiar feeling of being hooked behind his bellybutton and being squeezed thought a too tight tube. He did not notice that the platinum band on his right hand glowed just before the Portkey activated. He did not notice the two Japanese witched leaning into speak to each other as they pointed at his hand.
Draco’s Portkey activated and he was back in England within seconds. Back to England. Back to the country where Harry Potter resided. Back to the country where Draco could at least be that much closer to him.