An Unexpected Encounter, Part II [Harry/Draco]
Title: An Unexpected Encounter, Part II
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 730
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Created for: hogwarts365 Prompt 77: Crying. Orange.
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.
Notes: UNBETAED. Er...so I had this basic idea where Harry astonished Draco and then this happened. I know like nothing about winemaking. I drink beer, yo.
READ PART ONE
Summary: Draco met Potter at a party, and now he's at his place. But, Potter just dropped some interesting news in Draco's lap.
“Do you want something to drink?” Potter asked as he led Draco to the sitting room.
Draco shook his head since he couldn’t muster up any words that weren’t “What am I doing here?” or “Why did I let Potter to convince me in going home with him?”
“Are you sure?” Potter asked. “I have Black Moon.”
Black Moon, was Draco’s favourite winery. It was relatively new in the market, but it’d quickly become famous and Draco felt that it was a well-deserved praise.
“Really? You…have Black Moon?” Draco was surprised to realise that Potter liked wine. Good wine, at that.
“Yes. I think right now I only have the Merlot and the Cabernet, I’m supposed to get a new shipment of reds and whites later this week. It’s popular with the guests.” Potter smiled at him as if Draco was supposed to understand what he was talking about.
“Cabernet will do, please,” Draco said. He really needed to get the taste of the god-awful wine from party off his tongue.
Potter smiled and walked away, leaving Draco standing idly in the room. He took a seat on the sofa and waited. First, he crossed his legs, then uncrossed them. He had no idea what he was doing. He was so nervous that if he weren’t careful, he’d start crying. He focused his energy on trying to figure out why there was an ugly orange pashmina shawl on Potter’s sofa. It didn’t go with anything else in the room.
“Here you are,” Potter said as he returned and handed Draco a glass. He’d brought the bottle with him and Draco wasn’t sure if he was glad for it or not. Did Potter plan on getting him drunk? Was Potter nervous and he required liquid courage?
“What is this?” Draco decided to not think about what was going on with him, Potter, and the nearly full wine bottle. Instead, he diverted their attention to the ugly shawl.
“Oh, it’s a gift from Teddy,” Potter said, smiling. “He had this phase recently where everything was orange, including his hair. So he and his grandmother went shopping and he bought me this shawl so I can wrap it around me while I sit here and read. He knows that I get cold easily in the sitting room.”
“Why don’t you just use a Warming Charm?”
“I could, but then it gets too warm and comfortable and I tend to fall asleep on the sofa. If I sleep on the sofa, then my back hurts, and then well-it’s really a long and uninteresting story. So I don’t use a Warming Charm in the sitting room. Unless I have guests, of course. Are you-are you cold?”
Draco shook his head and took a big sip of the wine. “How does this taste so good and feels like it’s aged so well when the winery is only less than five years old?” Draco asked but he was more talking to himself than asking Potter, really. He wasn’t sure if Potter would even know the answer.
“Must be magic,” Potter said and Draco gave him a look. Potter grinned at him and poured a bit more wine in Draco’s glass. “The vintner is a master in aging spells when it comes to the storage and maturation process. He’s travelled all over the world learning the craft. There are two storage facilities for Black Moon right now. Each batch is split into two and one is set off for the wine to mature naturally and the other by magic. He was hard to find.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?”
“I like the process of winemaking. You kind of have to as a négociant.”
“What?” Draco was so confused. “Potter, I don’t understand. I thought you were an Auror or something.”
Potter laughed which only annoyed Draco. “Or something,” he said. “Malfoy, I haven’t been an Auror in ages. Where have you been?”
“Sorry if I don’t follow your career so closely. I’ve been busy with my own.”
“I know,” Potter said. “Your antioxidant potion utilising grapes is really how I got into my own research with viticulture. It’s why Neville and I are in this business.”
“What business?” Draco snapped.
Potter gave Draco a look of disbelief. However, it wasn’t of malice but of confusion. “Malfoy. I own Black Moon wineries.” READ PART THREE
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 730
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Created for: hogwarts365 Prompt 77: Crying. Orange.
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.
Notes: UNBETAED. Er...so I had this basic idea where Harry astonished Draco and then this happened. I know like nothing about winemaking. I drink beer, yo.
READ PART ONE
Summary: Draco met Potter at a party, and now he's at his place. But, Potter just dropped some interesting news in Draco's lap.
“Do you want something to drink?” Potter asked as he led Draco to the sitting room.
Draco shook his head since he couldn’t muster up any words that weren’t “What am I doing here?” or “Why did I let Potter to convince me in going home with him?”
“Are you sure?” Potter asked. “I have Black Moon.”
Black Moon, was Draco’s favourite winery. It was relatively new in the market, but it’d quickly become famous and Draco felt that it was a well-deserved praise.
“Really? You…have Black Moon?” Draco was surprised to realise that Potter liked wine. Good wine, at that.
“Yes. I think right now I only have the Merlot and the Cabernet, I’m supposed to get a new shipment of reds and whites later this week. It’s popular with the guests.” Potter smiled at him as if Draco was supposed to understand what he was talking about.
“Cabernet will do, please,” Draco said. He really needed to get the taste of the god-awful wine from party off his tongue.
Potter smiled and walked away, leaving Draco standing idly in the room. He took a seat on the sofa and waited. First, he crossed his legs, then uncrossed them. He had no idea what he was doing. He was so nervous that if he weren’t careful, he’d start crying. He focused his energy on trying to figure out why there was an ugly orange pashmina shawl on Potter’s sofa. It didn’t go with anything else in the room.
“Here you are,” Potter said as he returned and handed Draco a glass. He’d brought the bottle with him and Draco wasn’t sure if he was glad for it or not. Did Potter plan on getting him drunk? Was Potter nervous and he required liquid courage?
“What is this?” Draco decided to not think about what was going on with him, Potter, and the nearly full wine bottle. Instead, he diverted their attention to the ugly shawl.
“Oh, it’s a gift from Teddy,” Potter said, smiling. “He had this phase recently where everything was orange, including his hair. So he and his grandmother went shopping and he bought me this shawl so I can wrap it around me while I sit here and read. He knows that I get cold easily in the sitting room.”
“Why don’t you just use a Warming Charm?”
“I could, but then it gets too warm and comfortable and I tend to fall asleep on the sofa. If I sleep on the sofa, then my back hurts, and then well-it’s really a long and uninteresting story. So I don’t use a Warming Charm in the sitting room. Unless I have guests, of course. Are you-are you cold?”
Draco shook his head and took a big sip of the wine. “How does this taste so good and feels like it’s aged so well when the winery is only less than five years old?” Draco asked but he was more talking to himself than asking Potter, really. He wasn’t sure if Potter would even know the answer.
“Must be magic,” Potter said and Draco gave him a look. Potter grinned at him and poured a bit more wine in Draco’s glass. “The vintner is a master in aging spells when it comes to the storage and maturation process. He’s travelled all over the world learning the craft. There are two storage facilities for Black Moon right now. Each batch is split into two and one is set off for the wine to mature naturally and the other by magic. He was hard to find.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?”
“I like the process of winemaking. You kind of have to as a négociant.”
“What?” Draco was so confused. “Potter, I don’t understand. I thought you were an Auror or something.”
Potter laughed which only annoyed Draco. “Or something,” he said. “Malfoy, I haven’t been an Auror in ages. Where have you been?”
“Sorry if I don’t follow your career so closely. I’ve been busy with my own.”
“I know,” Potter said. “Your antioxidant potion utilising grapes is really how I got into my own research with viticulture. It’s why Neville and I are in this business.”
“What business?” Draco snapped.
Potter gave Draco a look of disbelief. However, it wasn’t of malice but of confusion. “Malfoy. I own Black Moon wineries.” READ PART THREE