The bookshop, Part 47
Title: The bookshop, part 47
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Written for: draco100 PROMPT: Headache.
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Rating: PG
Word count: 100x3
Draco was resting in the sitting room reclining back on the sofa with his eyes closed. He had had a headache as he was getting over his illness, still not feeling completely better. He heard footsteps approach him but didn't look up, if anything, it was either the Healer his mother had called, or one of his friends.
"Wow, you really are sick, then?" Potter's voice boomed in the otherwise quiet room, giving Draco a start.
"You're here."
"You did summon me."
"Three days ago."
Draco opened his eyes and sat up straight. Potter was wearing tight, dark Muggle jeans-leaving very little to the imagination, and a snug black t-shirt. Draco'd seen men dressed like that at gay clubs; a sharp pang of jealousy went through him as he thought that Potter might've stopped by on his way to a club.
A Muggle gay club to go and find someone else.
"You look…" Draco started to speak and cleared his throat. "Going somewhere?"
Potter shook his head. "No, it's my day off."
"So, you're all dressed up for me?"
Potter's face fell slightly. He took a seat across from Draco. "It might have crossed my mind that you weren't honest when you had owlled me."
"Of course," Draco said, glumly. "You have no reason to believe me."
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" Draco asked, confused.
Potter chuckled softly. Low and sexy. "You're not the only one with trust issues."
"I didn't mean to upset you-" Draco would've said more but Potter started laughing. Bellowing, really.
"What is it?" Draco snapped.
"Look at us, we're so polite with each other," Potter said, sounding amused. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. The way he looked at Draco, nearly melted Draco in his seat.
"Well, I'm unwell. What's your excuse?"
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/625123.html. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Written for: draco100 PROMPT: Headache.
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Rating: PG
Word count: 100x3
Draco was resting in the sitting room reclining back on the sofa with his eyes closed. He had had a headache as he was getting over his illness, still not feeling completely better. He heard footsteps approach him but didn't look up, if anything, it was either the Healer his mother had called, or one of his friends.
"Wow, you really are sick, then?" Potter's voice boomed in the otherwise quiet room, giving Draco a start.
"You're here."
"You did summon me."
"Three days ago."
Draco opened his eyes and sat up straight. Potter was wearing tight, dark Muggle jeans-leaving very little to the imagination, and a snug black t-shirt. Draco'd seen men dressed like that at gay clubs; a sharp pang of jealousy went through him as he thought that Potter might've stopped by on his way to a club.
A Muggle gay club to go and find someone else.
"You look…" Draco started to speak and cleared his throat. "Going somewhere?"
Potter shook his head. "No, it's my day off."
"So, you're all dressed up for me?"
Potter's face fell slightly. He took a seat across from Draco. "It might have crossed my mind that you weren't honest when you had owlled me."
"Of course," Draco said, glumly. "You have no reason to believe me."
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" Draco asked, confused.
Potter chuckled softly. Low and sexy. "You're not the only one with trust issues."
"I didn't mean to upset you-" Draco would've said more but Potter started laughing. Bellowing, really.
"What is it?" Draco snapped.
"Look at us, we're so polite with each other," Potter said, sounding amused. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. The way he looked at Draco, nearly melted Draco in his seat.
"Well, I'm unwell. What's your excuse?"
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/625123.html. Thanks for reading