RP: Best Friends
Title: Best Friends
Summary: Draco has been pining for years, Harry plays the hero, but Pansy is the best.
Word Count: 1349
Rating: G
Contains: (Highlight to view) *None*
Notes: Written for hd-owlpost. Dear lillianlockhart, I saw that you like Pansy as much as I do and I couldn't help having her in this. I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas.
Pansy grinned as she closed the Daily Prophet, putting it down on the dinner table. "Look who came to the rescue again."
Draco sighed. He knew it would happen, but what was he supposed to do? Die? No, thank you very much, he liked being alive. "It's not my fault," he mumbled.
Blaise echoed the sigh. "Can we have brunch in peace and not talk about Potter?"
There was a laughter that indicated that it indeed wasn't possible. "You have to admit that it's rather curious that everyone time someone tries to have a go at Draco, Potter comes to the rescue. What is it? The fifth time now?"
"Shouldn't we be more concerned that someone tried to kill Draco five times?" Blaise pointed out.
Pansy waved a hand. "It's all the news stories about a new group of Dark Wizards. We're getting close to the fifth anniversary of the Battle. I'm sure things will die down after the ceremony, when no attacks happen. On the other hand, Potter- Did he seriously move the entire Knight Bus so it wouldn't run you over?"
Draco wished he could ignore it, but Potter had. "Without a wand. He vanished the entire bloody thing without a word either. He just stretched his arm and poof, it was gone. It was incredible. I've never seen-"
"Shut up!" Blaise sighed. "You almost died, Draco! Do you understand? You almost died, but you're here talking about Potter. We've been doing this for years. You're in love with the man. No matter what we've tried, you always go back to him and now, I'm starting to suspect that he's arranging these attempts, because with each bloody attack, the danger increases and what he does is more heroic and your babbling gets more annoying. So why don't you just tell him," he said, trying to calm down.
"Don't be ridiculous. He's straight-"
"He's bi," Pansy said with a smile. "You know that well, because unlike the rest of us who are equal opportunist when it comes to relations and don't put an announcement on the paper, he made a public statement published in every newspaper and magazine, as if being bi was some sort of Gryffindor great invention."
"For a Gryffindor, it is probably a new idea," Blaise said. "They are so very prudish, rushing to get married after school, and having kids."
"But Potter didn't. He broke up with Ginny," Pansy said. "Maybe Blaise is right, maybe you should talk to him."
"I couldn't, he wouldn't- he's-"
Pansy stopped listening, but looked at Blaise with a devious expression that Draco missed.
Draco thanked the maître d' who escorted him to one of the best tables at the Licorne Mystique, the newest and most exclusive restaurant in Diagon Alley. He had tried getting reservations, but had been turned out so many times after they heard his last name that he didn't think he'd ever get to eat here, until Blaise had invited him. He might have been so eager that he got there a little early.
He ordered his drink and waited, trying to look inconspicuous, something truly hard consider the central location of his table. He hoped that Blaise wouldn't be late as usual. He'd barely been there five minutes when he saw the maître d' escort Potter to his table. Draco frowned as Potter took a seat without a care in the world. "Is everything alright? Don't tell me someone else is trying to kill me now? Because if they try here, I will never be allowed back."
Harry laughed. "I love your priorities. Who cares about a little murder as long as you get to eat at a fancy place, but no, no one is trying to kill you, that I know of."
"So why are you here?" Draco asked, mentally cursing for his rude manners, but he was surprised, to say the least.
"What do you mean why I'm here? You invited me. Well, Pansy told me you'd gotten a table for us, and-"
"I didn't get a table," Draco said, because as much as he wanted to take the credit, and he really really did, the truth had a way of coming out when Potter was involved. Some journalist would publish the truth eventually and Draco would look like a fool with Potter. "They are always booked once they hear my last name. Blaise got the table and invited me. I fear that this is my friends' idea of a prank."
Harry snorted. "Slytherins must have a very different idea of pranking than Gryffindors. Even I can't get reservations here."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Now you're just being modest. We both know that they'd close the entire restaurant for you, if you asked them. You just won't ask them." Harry waved his finger and the pitcher floated from one of the trays to fill their glasses with water. Draco looked on with a mix of awe and horror. "Potter, they have waiters here."
"Why do I need to wait when I can just use magic?" Harry asked with a frown. "I doubt they'll complain about having less work to do. And going back to your friends, isn't this a date like Pansy said?"
"No… wait, did you think this was a date? And you came?" Draco asked with a frown.
"Of course not. It'd be rude to orgasm in public," Harry said with a wink, and then the man had the audacity to laugh at Draco's blush. "What? Pansy is always going on about how prudish Gryffindors are. But yes, I wanted to join you for dinner. On a date, in case it wasn't obvious."
"We're not that crass," Draco answered, but he was smiling brightly. "I can't believe you listen to Pansy."
"She is dating my best friend and if Ron trusts a Slytherin, then you can bet that the person is trustworthy," Harry said. "But I'm not here to talk about her. I want to talk about us."
"That sounds terribly like a threat," Draco answered. He looked around and then leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Are you sure? You know that with the anniversary, people are not very pleased with my family."
Harry reached out over the table and covered Draco's hand with his. "Draco, this has been years in the making, and there's always something to stop us. And I'll will protect you against killers and bad press. I won't let public opinion stand between us, but I won't push you. If you're not ready-"
"I'm ready. I've been ready for years." He was cut off when the maître d' returned with a parchment. Draco recognized the wax seal immediately. "It's from Pansy."
Harry opened it up and put it sidewise so that they both could read it.
Dear Draco and Harry,
Hopefully by now, you've realized that this is our attempt at setting you up, but since you're terribly thick and slow on the uptake, I've taken the liberty to order for you already in an effort to speed up your dinner and to get to the shagging, and for the love of all that is magical, do get to the shagging. You've been annoying your friends since school and if we have to wait much longer for you to do the deed, we might just hex you. So make this our Christmas present and go shag.
Love,
Pansy (And a few more friends left unnamed because they aren't as important as me)
P.S. As much as Draco annoys us on a daily basis, none of us tried to kill him, which means you can keep playing the hero. It shouldn't be too hard since it makes Draco hard.
Draco mentally groaned, especially at the last part, but when he raised his eyes, he met raw passion. The sight made his heart skip a bit (and maybe he did get a little hard). He smiled shyly at Harry. "We have the best friends."
"We do, but we might not get to dessert."
Draco grinned. Who needed dessert when they had the best friends in the world.
Summary: Draco has been pining for years, Harry plays the hero, but Pansy is the best.
Word Count: 1349
Rating: G
Contains: (Highlight to view) *None*
Notes: Written for hd-owlpost. Dear lillianlockhart, I saw that you like Pansy as much as I do and I couldn't help having her in this. I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas.
Pansy grinned as she closed the Daily Prophet, putting it down on the dinner table. "Look who came to the rescue again."
Draco sighed. He knew it would happen, but what was he supposed to do? Die? No, thank you very much, he liked being alive. "It's not my fault," he mumbled.
Blaise echoed the sigh. "Can we have brunch in peace and not talk about Potter?"
There was a laughter that indicated that it indeed wasn't possible. "You have to admit that it's rather curious that everyone time someone tries to have a go at Draco, Potter comes to the rescue. What is it? The fifth time now?"
"Shouldn't we be more concerned that someone tried to kill Draco five times?" Blaise pointed out.
Pansy waved a hand. "It's all the news stories about a new group of Dark Wizards. We're getting close to the fifth anniversary of the Battle. I'm sure things will die down after the ceremony, when no attacks happen. On the other hand, Potter- Did he seriously move the entire Knight Bus so it wouldn't run you over?"
Draco wished he could ignore it, but Potter had. "Without a wand. He vanished the entire bloody thing without a word either. He just stretched his arm and poof, it was gone. It was incredible. I've never seen-"
"Shut up!" Blaise sighed. "You almost died, Draco! Do you understand? You almost died, but you're here talking about Potter. We've been doing this for years. You're in love with the man. No matter what we've tried, you always go back to him and now, I'm starting to suspect that he's arranging these attempts, because with each bloody attack, the danger increases and what he does is more heroic and your babbling gets more annoying. So why don't you just tell him," he said, trying to calm down.
"Don't be ridiculous. He's straight-"
"He's bi," Pansy said with a smile. "You know that well, because unlike the rest of us who are equal opportunist when it comes to relations and don't put an announcement on the paper, he made a public statement published in every newspaper and magazine, as if being bi was some sort of Gryffindor great invention."
"For a Gryffindor, it is probably a new idea," Blaise said. "They are so very prudish, rushing to get married after school, and having kids."
"But Potter didn't. He broke up with Ginny," Pansy said. "Maybe Blaise is right, maybe you should talk to him."
"I couldn't, he wouldn't- he's-"
Pansy stopped listening, but looked at Blaise with a devious expression that Draco missed.
Draco thanked the maître d' who escorted him to one of the best tables at the Licorne Mystique, the newest and most exclusive restaurant in Diagon Alley. He had tried getting reservations, but had been turned out so many times after they heard his last name that he didn't think he'd ever get to eat here, until Blaise had invited him. He might have been so eager that he got there a little early.
He ordered his drink and waited, trying to look inconspicuous, something truly hard consider the central location of his table. He hoped that Blaise wouldn't be late as usual. He'd barely been there five minutes when he saw the maître d' escort Potter to his table. Draco frowned as Potter took a seat without a care in the world. "Is everything alright? Don't tell me someone else is trying to kill me now? Because if they try here, I will never be allowed back."
Harry laughed. "I love your priorities. Who cares about a little murder as long as you get to eat at a fancy place, but no, no one is trying to kill you, that I know of."
"So why are you here?" Draco asked, mentally cursing for his rude manners, but he was surprised, to say the least.
"What do you mean why I'm here? You invited me. Well, Pansy told me you'd gotten a table for us, and-"
"I didn't get a table," Draco said, because as much as he wanted to take the credit, and he really really did, the truth had a way of coming out when Potter was involved. Some journalist would publish the truth eventually and Draco would look like a fool with Potter. "They are always booked once they hear my last name. Blaise got the table and invited me. I fear that this is my friends' idea of a prank."
Harry snorted. "Slytherins must have a very different idea of pranking than Gryffindors. Even I can't get reservations here."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Now you're just being modest. We both know that they'd close the entire restaurant for you, if you asked them. You just won't ask them." Harry waved his finger and the pitcher floated from one of the trays to fill their glasses with water. Draco looked on with a mix of awe and horror. "Potter, they have waiters here."
"Why do I need to wait when I can just use magic?" Harry asked with a frown. "I doubt they'll complain about having less work to do. And going back to your friends, isn't this a date like Pansy said?"
"No… wait, did you think this was a date? And you came?" Draco asked with a frown.
"Of course not. It'd be rude to orgasm in public," Harry said with a wink, and then the man had the audacity to laugh at Draco's blush. "What? Pansy is always going on about how prudish Gryffindors are. But yes, I wanted to join you for dinner. On a date, in case it wasn't obvious."
"We're not that crass," Draco answered, but he was smiling brightly. "I can't believe you listen to Pansy."
"She is dating my best friend and if Ron trusts a Slytherin, then you can bet that the person is trustworthy," Harry said. "But I'm not here to talk about her. I want to talk about us."
"That sounds terribly like a threat," Draco answered. He looked around and then leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Are you sure? You know that with the anniversary, people are not very pleased with my family."
Harry reached out over the table and covered Draco's hand with his. "Draco, this has been years in the making, and there's always something to stop us. And I'll will protect you against killers and bad press. I won't let public opinion stand between us, but I won't push you. If you're not ready-"
"I'm ready. I've been ready for years." He was cut off when the maître d' returned with a parchment. Draco recognized the wax seal immediately. "It's from Pansy."
Harry opened it up and put it sidewise so that they both could read it.
Dear Draco and Harry,
Hopefully by now, you've realized that this is our attempt at setting you up, but since you're terribly thick and slow on the uptake, I've taken the liberty to order for you already in an effort to speed up your dinner and to get to the shagging, and for the love of all that is magical, do get to the shagging. You've been annoying your friends since school and if we have to wait much longer for you to do the deed, we might just hex you. So make this our Christmas present and go shag.
Love,
Pansy (And a few more friends left unnamed because they aren't as important as me)
P.S. As much as Draco annoys us on a daily basis, none of us tried to kill him, which means you can keep playing the hero. It shouldn't be too hard since it makes Draco hard.
Draco mentally groaned, especially at the last part, but when he raised his eyes, he met raw passion. The sight made his heart skip a bit (and maybe he did get a little hard). He smiled shyly at Harry. "We have the best friends."
"We do, but we might not get to dessert."
Draco grinned. Who needed dessert when they had the best friends in the world.