An Unexpected Encounter, Part VI - Harry/Draco
Title: An Unexpected Encounter, Part VI
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365x2
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Created for: HOGWARTS365 PROMPT 125
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: Remember this story? That's fine. Neither do I.
PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE OMG, I haven't updated this in a year. Well, this story started out LAST Valentine's Day so it makes sense that it will prob. finish around this one. MAYBE. OH, this story has a tag now. Because I do that sort of shit these days. Like, tag stories w/ multiple parts.
Summary: The date continues...and Harry gets less awkward.
As the Wanderlust poured, Draco found himself relaxing more and more. The food at The Beagle was good, as he'd remembered. The last time he was at the restaurant, it was with Pansy after she'd broken up with her latest boyfriend. He wondered what she was up to now.
The night before, she'd taken him to this awful party where Draco, incidentally, met Potter. And now he was here on a date with Potter. It was all becoming to be just so bizarre.
Part of him wondered if he should have just had a one-off with Potter and let that be it. But, Potter was the one who wanted to continue shagging and it not be a one off. It'd been the most confusing night of his life. He either had sex with someone and never saw them again or went on a series of dates. He'd never met anyone who didn't want to date, but only have sex, and be in a relationship right off the bat.
"Another bottle?" Potter asked after he poured the last few drops of the Merlot in Draco's glass.
"Yeah, sure," Draco said, distractedly.
"So it seems I'm worse than I'd imagined," Potter said. "At this, I mean. You seem to be in your own little world. I wonder if I should just come over there and start licking your ears. Maybe then you'll pay attention to me again." He winked at Draco as though he'd just read off the dessert list.
Draco's eyes widened and he straightened up. "Good God, man. Have you no decency?" He looked around to make sure no one was listening to them and it seemed so; then he relaxed.
"I'm just teasing you. You just look very...serious all of a sudden," Potter said.
"I'm very serious all the time. Thank you very much," Draco retorted.
Potter raised his hands up in mock surrender. "Fine. Mr serious all the time, another bottle of the same or try something new? Maybe something different? I know a brilliant charismatic red--"
"A charismatic red? Now you're just making things up," Draco said.
Potter threw his head back and laughed. "I swear, I'm not. There's a wine called Robust Revolution, and it's been categorised as charismatic red. But we shouldn't have that tonight. Trust me. I'm the one wine expert here."
"As if." Draco snorted, and realised maybe, he was a bit more inebriated than he would have liked. Ordering another bottle would only mean trouble. Maybe he should simply focus on finishing off his dinner first.
Potter looked at him and smiled before he turned towards the waiter to flag him down. He ordered a bottle of Blue Moon Charisma. Funny, Draco hadn't seen that one on the wine list. Nor had he ever heard of it.
Draco remained quiet, though, and he concentrated on cutting pieces of his basil chicken and taking small bites. If he'd ask about it, then Potter would know he was interested. And he was not interested. Even if he kind of was.
"It's a special reserve. Most restaurants keep it for special occasions only," Potter told him anyway.
"And this is a special occasion?" Draco asked.
"I don't know, Malfoy? Is it?"
Draco rolled his eyes and ate his salad. They were quiet until the waiter returned with the bottle and two champagne glasses. "What's this?" Draco couldn't help but ask.
"It's a sparkling red wine. I'm quite confident you haven't tried it yet so I wanted to--"
"It is a special occasion, then," Draco teased and Potter's face brightened.
"You know, Potter, I wasn't sure in the beginning but I'd say you're not completely awkward at this date. I mean, you haven't stumbled on your words, inadvertently insulted me, or made a sexual pun for all of ten minutes. I think you sell yourself short a bit there."
Potter raised an eyebrow before speaking, "Wait until the end of the night when I'll try to kiss you goodnight and accidentally ask you over to my place even though that's not what I'd meant, and then apologise for saying the wrong thing again." Potter poured the sparkling wine in both their glasses and handed one to Draco.
Draco clinked his champagne glass and stared down at his lower lip. "Can't wait."
Potter bit his lower lip and looked right into Draco's eyes. "Neither can I." PART SEVEN
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365x2
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Created for: HOGWARTS365 PROMPT 125
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: Remember this story? That's fine. Neither do I.
PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE OMG, I haven't updated this in a year. Well, this story started out LAST Valentine's Day so it makes sense that it will prob. finish around this one. MAYBE. OH, this story has a tag now. Because I do that sort of shit these days. Like, tag stories w/ multiple parts.
Summary: The date continues...and Harry gets less awkward.
As the Wanderlust poured, Draco found himself relaxing more and more. The food at The Beagle was good, as he'd remembered. The last time he was at the restaurant, it was with Pansy after she'd broken up with her latest boyfriend. He wondered what she was up to now.
The night before, she'd taken him to this awful party where Draco, incidentally, met Potter. And now he was here on a date with Potter. It was all becoming to be just so bizarre.
Part of him wondered if he should have just had a one-off with Potter and let that be it. But, Potter was the one who wanted to continue shagging and it not be a one off. It'd been the most confusing night of his life. He either had sex with someone and never saw them again or went on a series of dates. He'd never met anyone who didn't want to date, but only have sex, and be in a relationship right off the bat.
"Another bottle?" Potter asked after he poured the last few drops of the Merlot in Draco's glass.
"Yeah, sure," Draco said, distractedly.
"So it seems I'm worse than I'd imagined," Potter said. "At this, I mean. You seem to be in your own little world. I wonder if I should just come over there and start licking your ears. Maybe then you'll pay attention to me again." He winked at Draco as though he'd just read off the dessert list.
Draco's eyes widened and he straightened up. "Good God, man. Have you no decency?" He looked around to make sure no one was listening to them and it seemed so; then he relaxed.
"I'm just teasing you. You just look very...serious all of a sudden," Potter said.
"I'm very serious all the time. Thank you very much," Draco retorted.
Potter raised his hands up in mock surrender. "Fine. Mr serious all the time, another bottle of the same or try something new? Maybe something different? I know a brilliant charismatic red--"
"A charismatic red? Now you're just making things up," Draco said.
Potter threw his head back and laughed. "I swear, I'm not. There's a wine called Robust Revolution, and it's been categorised as charismatic red. But we shouldn't have that tonight. Trust me. I'm the one wine expert here."
"As if." Draco snorted, and realised maybe, he was a bit more inebriated than he would have liked. Ordering another bottle would only mean trouble. Maybe he should simply focus on finishing off his dinner first.
Potter looked at him and smiled before he turned towards the waiter to flag him down. He ordered a bottle of Blue Moon Charisma. Funny, Draco hadn't seen that one on the wine list. Nor had he ever heard of it.
Draco remained quiet, though, and he concentrated on cutting pieces of his basil chicken and taking small bites. If he'd ask about it, then Potter would know he was interested. And he was not interested. Even if he kind of was.
"It's a special reserve. Most restaurants keep it for special occasions only," Potter told him anyway.
"And this is a special occasion?" Draco asked.
"I don't know, Malfoy? Is it?"
Draco rolled his eyes and ate his salad. They were quiet until the waiter returned with the bottle and two champagne glasses. "What's this?" Draco couldn't help but ask.
"It's a sparkling red wine. I'm quite confident you haven't tried it yet so I wanted to--"
"It is a special occasion, then," Draco teased and Potter's face brightened.
"You know, Potter, I wasn't sure in the beginning but I'd say you're not completely awkward at this date. I mean, you haven't stumbled on your words, inadvertently insulted me, or made a sexual pun for all of ten minutes. I think you sell yourself short a bit there."
Potter raised an eyebrow before speaking, "Wait until the end of the night when I'll try to kiss you goodnight and accidentally ask you over to my place even though that's not what I'd meant, and then apologise for saying the wrong thing again." Potter poured the sparkling wine in both their glasses and handed one to Draco.
Draco clinked his champagne glass and stared down at his lower lip. "Can't wait."
Potter bit his lower lip and looked right into Draco's eyes. "Neither can I." PART SEVEN