Fic - Afflatus H/D [PG]
Title: Afflatus
Author: alovelycupoftea
Beta: fat_teaspoon
Pairing: Harry/Draco preslash
Rating: PG
Prompt: awdt “Most people I know think that I’m crazy.”
Word Count: 850
Disclaimer: Characters are property of J K Rowling, et al. No profit is made from this fic.
Author’s Note: I blame this entirely on The Superior Person’s Book of Words by Peter Bowler. Glossary at end of fic.
Summary: Harry learns some new words.
Harry Potter was walking towards him, smiling in what he supposed was intended to be a charming manner, but in reality it made him look a little bit unhinged, Draco thought. He reached him just as he was joining the queue to have his wand checked before work.
“Good morning, Malfoy!” Potter’s voice was far too loud for a Monday morning.
“Potter.” Draco concentrated on handing over his wand and identification badge to the securi-wizard.
“How are you today? Did you have a good weekend?” Draco looked round, checking that Potter was not engaging someone else in his inane conversation.
“Frightfully pleasant.” Draco collected his wand. “Good day.” He swept off.
Potter collected his wand back from the guard and trotted after him. “How is work going?” Draco wondered if Potter knew that ‘good day’ was a dismissal, or if he was deliberately ignoring it. “Umm, anything exciting happening in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes?”
“It is its usual fascinating self, Potter.” They stood side by side waiting for the lift. Potter did not seem to understand the unwritten etiquette that dictated that after brief salutations, lifts were to be travelled on in silence.
“The Auror department is as busy as usual.” Potter shuffled his feet. “We had to enlist some of your lot to Obliviate some Muggles who witnessed us arresting some petty criminals. I spent all yesterday writing the reports.”
“Thrilling, Potter.” Draco watched the numbers above the lift doors change as it neared them. When the doors opened, Potter gestured to him to proceed into the lift.
“Would you like to have dinner with me, Malfoy?” Potter looked straight at him, and then down at his shoes. They looked like his normal beat up Muggle trainers to Draco and he wondered what was fascinating Potter about them.
Draco was sure his surprise showed on his face. He quickly returned it to its usual collected expression. “Excuse me?”
Potter looked up again. “Er, I asked if you would like to have dinner with me?”
Draco took a deep breath and pursed his lips. “Pray tell, Potter, why would you ask that?”
Potter blushed and smiled. “Because every morning we exchange greetings, and I’m wondering if your evening conversation is as exciting.”
Draco could not help the reply that he blurted out. “You think our conversations are exciting? I think they are mere bavardage and I am sure an entire dinner and the ensuing post-prandial exchanges would be intolerable.”
Potter scrunched his nose up. Draco did not think he looked adorable. “Bavardage?”
“Foolish or empty chatter.” Draco concentrated on looking at his reflection in the polished lift doors. It stopped and the doors opened. “This is my floor. Good day, Potter.”
Draco was not thinking about Potter’s bizarre invitation while he perused the parchments that required his attention. He definitely did not wonder whether his being a recusant was stubbornness or something more sinister. He boondoggled in his usual exemplary fashion. When his pocket-watch chimed eleven, Draco walked to the Department break room for his usual morning coffee and digestive biscuit. He smiled as he poured the coffee into his bone china cup and saucer. There was something so soothing about the ritual of morning coffee and elevenses. He turned to sit in his customary seat at the table and saw Potter sitting there. “Can I help you, Potter?”
Potter looked up and flushed. “The, er, Auror Department has run out of coffee, so I was wondering if I could have some of yours.” Draco looked at him suspiciously. However, his impeccable manners were too ingrained to be ignored and he waved his hand towards the coffee machine in assent. Potter poured himself a mug and sat back down opposite Draco.
“So, about dinner?” Potter sipped his coffee, hiding much of his expression.
“Dinner, Potter?” Draco was concentrating on eating his biscuit without getting crumbs on his robes. “I’m all oscitation.”
“I’d like to have dinner with you.” Potter was blushing and looking at him in what he imagined was supposed to be a beseeching manner. It most definitely did not affect Draco at all.
“Why?” Draco took another dainty bite of biscuit.
“Most people I know think I’m crazy. Is that reason enough?” Potter had widened his eyes and was smiling.
“I don’t know how I can bear to turn down that incredibly flattering invitation. Yet, I appear to be able to. Good day, Potter.” Draco decided to drink his coffee in his office and left the break room. He hoped he had swept out, but that was a surprisingly difficult technique to master.
When Draco returned to his office after his lunch break of precisely one hour he noticed there was a new piece of parchment on his desk, folded into an envelope in the old fashioned style. He opened it, intrigued.
Dear Draco,
I would be delighted if you would consent to accompany me to dinner this Friday at 8pm at Claridge’s. I very much enjoy your incessant conversational coruscations and am sure I will find your company indefectible.
Yours sincerely,
Harry Potter
Draco smiled and picked up his quill.
Potter,
I am no longer disinclined to acquiesce to your request.
D.M.
fin
Afflatus A rush of divine or poetic inspiration.
Bavardage Foolish or empty chatter.
Post-prandial After dinner.
Recusant Refusing staunchly to comply with some generally accepted rule or custom.
Boondoggle To carry out valueless or extremely trivial work in order to convey the impression that one is busy.
Oscitation Inattention.
Coruscate Sparkle, flash, glitter. Used in particular with regard to flashes of wit or intellectual illumination.
Indefectible Not capable of being faulted.
Author: alovelycupoftea
Beta: fat_teaspoon
Pairing: Harry/Draco preslash
Rating: PG
Prompt: awdt “Most people I know think that I’m crazy.”
Word Count: 850
Disclaimer: Characters are property of J K Rowling, et al. No profit is made from this fic.
Author’s Note: I blame this entirely on The Superior Person’s Book of Words by Peter Bowler. Glossary at end of fic.
Summary: Harry learns some new words.
Harry Potter was walking towards him, smiling in what he supposed was intended to be a charming manner, but in reality it made him look a little bit unhinged, Draco thought. He reached him just as he was joining the queue to have his wand checked before work.
“Good morning, Malfoy!” Potter’s voice was far too loud for a Monday morning.
“Potter.” Draco concentrated on handing over his wand and identification badge to the securi-wizard.
“How are you today? Did you have a good weekend?” Draco looked round, checking that Potter was not engaging someone else in his inane conversation.
“Frightfully pleasant.” Draco collected his wand. “Good day.” He swept off.
Potter collected his wand back from the guard and trotted after him. “How is work going?” Draco wondered if Potter knew that ‘good day’ was a dismissal, or if he was deliberately ignoring it. “Umm, anything exciting happening in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes?”
“It is its usual fascinating self, Potter.” They stood side by side waiting for the lift. Potter did not seem to understand the unwritten etiquette that dictated that after brief salutations, lifts were to be travelled on in silence.
“The Auror department is as busy as usual.” Potter shuffled his feet. “We had to enlist some of your lot to Obliviate some Muggles who witnessed us arresting some petty criminals. I spent all yesterday writing the reports.”
“Thrilling, Potter.” Draco watched the numbers above the lift doors change as it neared them. When the doors opened, Potter gestured to him to proceed into the lift.
“Would you like to have dinner with me, Malfoy?” Potter looked straight at him, and then down at his shoes. They looked like his normal beat up Muggle trainers to Draco and he wondered what was fascinating Potter about them.
Draco was sure his surprise showed on his face. He quickly returned it to its usual collected expression. “Excuse me?”
Potter looked up again. “Er, I asked if you would like to have dinner with me?”
Draco took a deep breath and pursed his lips. “Pray tell, Potter, why would you ask that?”
Potter blushed and smiled. “Because every morning we exchange greetings, and I’m wondering if your evening conversation is as exciting.”
Draco could not help the reply that he blurted out. “You think our conversations are exciting? I think they are mere bavardage and I am sure an entire dinner and the ensuing post-prandial exchanges would be intolerable.”
Potter scrunched his nose up. Draco did not think he looked adorable. “Bavardage?”
“Foolish or empty chatter.” Draco concentrated on looking at his reflection in the polished lift doors. It stopped and the doors opened. “This is my floor. Good day, Potter.”
Draco was not thinking about Potter’s bizarre invitation while he perused the parchments that required his attention. He definitely did not wonder whether his being a recusant was stubbornness or something more sinister. He boondoggled in his usual exemplary fashion. When his pocket-watch chimed eleven, Draco walked to the Department break room for his usual morning coffee and digestive biscuit. He smiled as he poured the coffee into his bone china cup and saucer. There was something so soothing about the ritual of morning coffee and elevenses. He turned to sit in his customary seat at the table and saw Potter sitting there. “Can I help you, Potter?”
Potter looked up and flushed. “The, er, Auror Department has run out of coffee, so I was wondering if I could have some of yours.” Draco looked at him suspiciously. However, his impeccable manners were too ingrained to be ignored and he waved his hand towards the coffee machine in assent. Potter poured himself a mug and sat back down opposite Draco.
“So, about dinner?” Potter sipped his coffee, hiding much of his expression.
“Dinner, Potter?” Draco was concentrating on eating his biscuit without getting crumbs on his robes. “I’m all oscitation.”
“I’d like to have dinner with you.” Potter was blushing and looking at him in what he imagined was supposed to be a beseeching manner. It most definitely did not affect Draco at all.
“Why?” Draco took another dainty bite of biscuit.
“Most people I know think I’m crazy. Is that reason enough?” Potter had widened his eyes and was smiling.
“I don’t know how I can bear to turn down that incredibly flattering invitation. Yet, I appear to be able to. Good day, Potter.” Draco decided to drink his coffee in his office and left the break room. He hoped he had swept out, but that was a surprisingly difficult technique to master.
When Draco returned to his office after his lunch break of precisely one hour he noticed there was a new piece of parchment on his desk, folded into an envelope in the old fashioned style. He opened it, intrigued.
Dear Draco,
I would be delighted if you would consent to accompany me to dinner this Friday at 8pm at Claridge’s. I very much enjoy your incessant conversational coruscations and am sure I will find your company indefectible.
Yours sincerely,
Harry Potter
Draco smiled and picked up his quill.
Potter,
I am no longer disinclined to acquiesce to your request.
D.M.
fin
Afflatus A rush of divine or poetic inspiration.
Bavardage Foolish or empty chatter.
Post-prandial After dinner.
Recusant Refusing staunchly to comply with some generally accepted rule or custom.
Boondoggle To carry out valueless or extremely trivial work in order to convey the impression that one is busy.
Oscitation Inattention.
Coruscate Sparkle, flash, glitter. Used in particular with regard to flashes of wit or intellectual illumination.
Indefectible Not capable of being faulted.