And So it Begins Part 5
Title: And So it Begins
Part: 5 of ?
Fandom: QAF/HP crossover
Pairing: Brian/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (This chapter is PG-13)
Warnings: Brian/other, Draco/other. Porn with Plot. More plot...sorry...
Timeline: This is an alternate ending to my fic Nothing as it Should Be It picks up in the middle of that fic and continues from there. Post Deathly Hallows and Pre 101.
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to QAF or HP.
My lovely readers: You know how much I adore you all right?? So this part didn't come as easily as I had hoped! I had an entirely different chapter written but it just wasn't working...thus the delay. This part is also rather short, but the next section I promise will be worth the wait! :)
Part 5
“Thanks for closing with me tonight, Draco.” Kelsey says as she begins to wipe down the espresso machine. Disinfecting every knob and spout in sight.
“Course.” You are more accustomed to opening the café with Kelsey. More used to the darkness surrounding your work being the murkiness of dawn instead of the inkiness of night. But people with more of a life than you had needed to switch. So you had.
“It’s not so different anyway - all the same steps, just backwards.” Your voice sounds heavy and haggard. As you suppose you are.
But Kelsey smiles. A cute, little grin similar to the ones she has been giving you all week. One that seems to say she has figured something out about you and you suddenly make a whole lot more sense.
“So…” She starts and from where you are sweeping under a table, you tense. When a girl starts a sentence in such a way, with such mock innocence, it is never a good thing. “That guy who came to see you last week? The one in the suit?” She qualifies it with the descriptor, though no one else has come to see you. Before or since.
“Brian.” You reply.
“He’s…gorgeous.” She gushes.
“He is that.”
“Is he, you know, your boyfriend?”
You shove one of the chairs back into place a little more forcefully than you meant to. Pent up frustration you’d been trying to ignore finally getting the best of you.
Seven days.
Seven days that brilliant smile you left him with has had to sustain you. No call. No unplanned rendevous at the work. No late night drinks at Woody’s. No Brian.
Nothing.
You had known after sending him off to Michael, that is this was a distinct possibility. But foolishly perhaps, you had trusted he would call you. You had firmly believed you would see him. That you really weren’t just some kid. And for the first few days, that trust had been enough. Though the phone had remained obstinately silent, your patience had remained earnestly steady.
But now, it has reached the point where you have started questioning the whole thing. Every kiss. Every look. Every weighted conversation.
Had it all been in your head? A delusional manifestation of your own loneliness? Had you imagined the bond? The thing you feel when you are with him that is completely inexplicable? Was it something only you had felt and so given the choice between getting in touch with you and never seeing you again, he chose the latter?
It is not that your feel scorned or rejected. Not angry at him or sad or lonely, even.
You feel more like a child who finally comes into their innate magic, only to be told they won’t get a wand until they are much older. You feel like something has been taken from you before you could completely understand it. Denied the ability to fully explore it. Discover all that Brian has the potential to be and develop the side of yourself he shows you.
In the end, you had simply wanted more.
You head back behind the counter, turning off some lights as you do.
“Brian doesn’t do boyfriends.” Kelsey makes a sympathetic sound. “But neither do I really. Not boyfriends exclusively, if you get my drift.” You finish.
“Oh, right on.” Kelsey says, understanding right away. Smart like Granger too. “So he’s more the love ‘em and leave ‘em type then, huh?
“So he claims.”
Kelsey thinks for a minute and finishes the task infront of her. “Where do men get off treating people like that? You guys are such ass holes. No offence.” She adds quickly when you arch an eyebrow at her.
“Although," She starts cautiously. "From the way he looked at you the other day the interest certainly doesn’t seem one sided. And with those sounds coming out of the bathroom…”
You feel yourself go ghastly pale. “Please tell me you didn’t…you couldn’t?”
“He certainly seemed to be enjoying whatever was going on in there." She snorts delicately. "Well done."
You cover your face with a hand. The ashen blanche suddenly reversed to a fiery blush. "By the love of all things holy, just kill me now."
Kelsey just laughs which does not help you to feel any less mortified. She claps you on the back and you dare to look at her. "You're alright, Draco. I thought you were a total pompous ass, who walked around like his shit didn't stink when I first met you but...you're alright."
You look at her, regaining some of your normal composure. "Well, I thought you were a corporate kiss-ass who couldn't reason herself out of a paper bag, so I guess we were both mistaken."
She laughs again and the sound brings a smile to your face. She thinks for a minute then turns to you and asks, "You want to get a drink?"
At an hour near midnight, both several gin and tonics heaver, Kelsey drops you off at your apartment. She sticks her hand out of her window to wave at you before pulling off. My Pittsburgh Pansy you think. Amused by your own alliteration.
You've had enough to drink that the whole world feels rounder and slightly less important. So instead of fumbling with your keys, you check over your shoulders to make sure you are alone. With a delicate curl of your fingers and a breathless Alohamora your door springs open.
You flop down on the couch. The new one you bought earlier in the week. You kick off your shoes and turn on the television.
Brian Kinney or no, there is a life here for you if want it. You simply have to be brave enough to reach out and grab it.
Your eyes glaze over and begin to feel heavy. Your breath slows to something patient and deep. Sleep begins to creep over you.
Then the shrill ring of your telephone fills your ears.
Your eyes snap open. Your heart trips over itself.
Finally.
Part: 5 of ?
Fandom: QAF/HP crossover
Pairing: Brian/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (This chapter is PG-13)
Warnings: Brian/other, Draco/other. Porn with Plot. More plot...sorry...
Timeline: This is an alternate ending to my fic Nothing as it Should Be It picks up in the middle of that fic and continues from there. Post Deathly Hallows and Pre 101.
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to QAF or HP.
My lovely readers: You know how much I adore you all right?? So this part didn't come as easily as I had hoped! I had an entirely different chapter written but it just wasn't working...thus the delay. This part is also rather short, but the next section I promise will be worth the wait! :)
Part 5
“Thanks for closing with me tonight, Draco.” Kelsey says as she begins to wipe down the espresso machine. Disinfecting every knob and spout in sight.
“Course.” You are more accustomed to opening the café with Kelsey. More used to the darkness surrounding your work being the murkiness of dawn instead of the inkiness of night. But people with more of a life than you had needed to switch. So you had.
“It’s not so different anyway - all the same steps, just backwards.” Your voice sounds heavy and haggard. As you suppose you are.
But Kelsey smiles. A cute, little grin similar to the ones she has been giving you all week. One that seems to say she has figured something out about you and you suddenly make a whole lot more sense.
“So…” She starts and from where you are sweeping under a table, you tense. When a girl starts a sentence in such a way, with such mock innocence, it is never a good thing. “That guy who came to see you last week? The one in the suit?” She qualifies it with the descriptor, though no one else has come to see you. Before or since.
“Brian.” You reply.
“He’s…gorgeous.” She gushes.
“He is that.”
“Is he, you know, your boyfriend?”
You shove one of the chairs back into place a little more forcefully than you meant to. Pent up frustration you’d been trying to ignore finally getting the best of you.
Seven days.
Seven days that brilliant smile you left him with has had to sustain you. No call. No unplanned rendevous at the work. No late night drinks at Woody’s. No Brian.
Nothing.
You had known after sending him off to Michael, that is this was a distinct possibility. But foolishly perhaps, you had trusted he would call you. You had firmly believed you would see him. That you really weren’t just some kid. And for the first few days, that trust had been enough. Though the phone had remained obstinately silent, your patience had remained earnestly steady.
But now, it has reached the point where you have started questioning the whole thing. Every kiss. Every look. Every weighted conversation.
Had it all been in your head? A delusional manifestation of your own loneliness? Had you imagined the bond? The thing you feel when you are with him that is completely inexplicable? Was it something only you had felt and so given the choice between getting in touch with you and never seeing you again, he chose the latter?
It is not that your feel scorned or rejected. Not angry at him or sad or lonely, even.
You feel more like a child who finally comes into their innate magic, only to be told they won’t get a wand until they are much older. You feel like something has been taken from you before you could completely understand it. Denied the ability to fully explore it. Discover all that Brian has the potential to be and develop the side of yourself he shows you.
In the end, you had simply wanted more.
You head back behind the counter, turning off some lights as you do.
“Brian doesn’t do boyfriends.” Kelsey makes a sympathetic sound. “But neither do I really. Not boyfriends exclusively, if you get my drift.” You finish.
“Oh, right on.” Kelsey says, understanding right away. Smart like Granger too. “So he’s more the love ‘em and leave ‘em type then, huh?
“So he claims.”
Kelsey thinks for a minute and finishes the task infront of her. “Where do men get off treating people like that? You guys are such ass holes. No offence.” She adds quickly when you arch an eyebrow at her.
“Although," She starts cautiously. "From the way he looked at you the other day the interest certainly doesn’t seem one sided. And with those sounds coming out of the bathroom…”
You feel yourself go ghastly pale. “Please tell me you didn’t…you couldn’t?”
“He certainly seemed to be enjoying whatever was going on in there." She snorts delicately. "Well done."
You cover your face with a hand. The ashen blanche suddenly reversed to a fiery blush. "By the love of all things holy, just kill me now."
Kelsey just laughs which does not help you to feel any less mortified. She claps you on the back and you dare to look at her. "You're alright, Draco. I thought you were a total pompous ass, who walked around like his shit didn't stink when I first met you but...you're alright."
You look at her, regaining some of your normal composure. "Well, I thought you were a corporate kiss-ass who couldn't reason herself out of a paper bag, so I guess we were both mistaken."
She laughs again and the sound brings a smile to your face. She thinks for a minute then turns to you and asks, "You want to get a drink?"
At an hour near midnight, both several gin and tonics heaver, Kelsey drops you off at your apartment. She sticks her hand out of her window to wave at you before pulling off. My Pittsburgh Pansy you think. Amused by your own alliteration.
You've had enough to drink that the whole world feels rounder and slightly less important. So instead of fumbling with your keys, you check over your shoulders to make sure you are alone. With a delicate curl of your fingers and a breathless Alohamora your door springs open.
You flop down on the couch. The new one you bought earlier in the week. You kick off your shoes and turn on the television.
Brian Kinney or no, there is a life here for you if want it. You simply have to be brave enough to reach out and grab it.
Your eyes glaze over and begin to feel heavy. Your breath slows to something patient and deep. Sleep begins to creep over you.
Then the shrill ring of your telephone fills your ears.
Your eyes snap open. Your heart trips over itself.
Finally.