Dragon Brew 45
Title: Dragon Brew 45
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Near sexual activity
Word count: 955
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for groolover, in thanks for providing the beta for my 2020 dracotops_harry fest fic. She asked for more of Dragon Brew
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 45 - photo prompt
Summary: So close, and yet so far.
Shortly after Harry entered the kitchen, Malfoy trailed in behind him, still holding a purring Panini.
"Huh," he mused.
Harry turned to look at him. "Does my kitchen not meet with your approval?"
"I am simply surprised that you don't have an entire collection of coffee mugs, considering how much time you spend at Dragon Brew."
"I have some additional mugs in the cupboards," said Harry, "but you know I typically only use the one that declares my love for you."
Malfoy laughed, causing Panini to reach up to bat at his chin. "You're not the only one; Thomas is madly in love with me as well."
"Yes, we had to resort to drawing straws to determine which of us got to ask you out to dinner."
"Sorry?"
Harry chuckled at Malfoy's dumbfounded expression. "Fortunately for you, I won. Dean is a terrible cook." As he spoke, Harry removed a dish from the oven, where it had been warming.
"Do you need me to help with anything?" Malfoy asked.
"You may pour the wine," replied Harry, indicating the bottle on the counter. He began plating the casserole he'd made. "Do you have a collection of coffee mugs at home?"
"But of course," said Malfoy. "I have some exceptional ones that are more for display than every day use."
"I'd like to see your display some time," Harry deadpanned.
"Pervert."
Harry chuckled again and carried the plates to the table. Malfoy followed, setting glasses of wine at each place. As soon as Harry sat down, Panini hopped up onto his lap. Harry sighed and took the kitten back to his bedroom, where he set him on the bed and closed the door firmly behind him.
"Shame on you, Auror Potter," Malfoy drawled once Harry returned. "Criminals cringe if you glare at them, yet one small kitten has you stymied?"
"Panini is an Erumpent in disguise," Harry muttered as he resumed his seat. "You saw what he did to my flat."
"I'm not convinced you're simply not a horrible housekeeper."
"Nonsense," scoffed Harry. "Molly Weasley would have my hide if I didn't use the dozens of cleaning spells and charms she taught me. She has been known to drop by unexpectedly, usually bearing food so that I don't starve to death."
"Are you saying Mrs Weasley made dinner?" asked Malfoy, his eyes alight with humor.
"No, I made it," said Harry. "I told you I can cook. However, allow me to confess ahead of time that Molly baked the cake I plan to serve later."
"With coffee?"
"With coffee."
~*~
After conversing easily through dinner, Harry directed Malfoy to the lounge. He joined him a moment later, bearing a tray laden with mugs of Dragon Brew coffee and slices of cake. They talked about mutual acquaintances, notably Luna and her animal shelter.
"Be grateful all she fobbed off on us were kittens, Potter," said Malfoy. "She could have given us Nifflers to care for."
"I always thought Nifflers would be fun."
"Fun until every coin and cuff link in your home disappears," Malfoy countered.
Harry winced. Still, when weighed against the amount of destruction Panini had caused, a Niffler didn't seem as bad.
Once Malfoy took the final bite of his cake, Harry leaned over to relieve him of his plate and fork. Impulsively, he pressed his lips to Malfoy's, stealing a coffee-and-chocolate-flavored kiss. Malfoy hesitated for a heartbeat before he joined in, threading his fingers into Harry's hair. Forks and empty plates fell to the floor with a dull thud.
Harry shifted closer, angling his head to deepen the kiss. Arousal raced through his veins and converged at his groin. He positively ached for this man.
Malfoy pulled back and drew in a shaky breath. His eyes were wide, pupils so enlarged there was barely any gray iris to be seen around them. Harry had only an instant to be disappointed before Malfoy resumed kissing him.
Harry moaned and delved into Malfoy's mouth with his tongue. He cupped the back of Malfoy's head with one hand, anchoring him in place, while Harry's other hand slid up beneath Malfoy's shirt. His questing fingers encountered warm, smooth skin, and Harry's body responded with an urgent throb.
Malfoy broke the kiss again, dropping his head until his forehead rested on Harry's shoulder. Both of them were breathing hard. Harry didn't push things, but his fingers continued playing with Malfoy's hair and stroking his quivering abdomen.
"I should go," Malfoy muttered.
"You haven't come yet."
Malfoy responded with a snort of laughter. He moved away, and Harry reluctantly let him go. Malfoy stood, and Harry's eyes automatically went to his groin. He was cheered to see the unmistakable evidence of Malfoy's desire. Harry only regretted not getting his hands that far. He tried hard not to think of how much he would have enjoyed getting his mouth there, too.
Harry stood up. "Would you like me to escort you home?"
"I don't think that would be wise."
"Afraid your resistance would crack?" teased Harry.
"Afraid Bean would attack you," said Malfoy. "He's quite jealous."
Harry assumed he was taking the piss. If not, Luna had a lot to answer for.
"Thank you for a delightful evening," said Malfoy. He bent to pick up his plate, but Harry halted him.
"I'll get those," he said. "If you bend over once more, I won't be responsible for my actions."
Malfoy grinned at the jest and drew his wand. "I'll see you around, Potter."
When his guest Disapparated, Harry sighed and scrubbed a hand through his hair in frustration. A wank was in order before he tackled the clean-up. Harry shuffled to his bedroom and opened the door. His jaw dropped in dismay.
"Panini!"
Dragon Brew 46
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Near sexual activity
Word count: 955
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for groolover, in thanks for providing the beta for my 2020 dracotops_harry fest fic. She asked for more of Dragon Brew
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 45 - photo prompt
Summary: So close, and yet so far.
Shortly after Harry entered the kitchen, Malfoy trailed in behind him, still holding a purring Panini.
"Huh," he mused.
Harry turned to look at him. "Does my kitchen not meet with your approval?"
"I am simply surprised that you don't have an entire collection of coffee mugs, considering how much time you spend at Dragon Brew."
"I have some additional mugs in the cupboards," said Harry, "but you know I typically only use the one that declares my love for you."
Malfoy laughed, causing Panini to reach up to bat at his chin. "You're not the only one; Thomas is madly in love with me as well."
"Yes, we had to resort to drawing straws to determine which of us got to ask you out to dinner."
"Sorry?"
Harry chuckled at Malfoy's dumbfounded expression. "Fortunately for you, I won. Dean is a terrible cook." As he spoke, Harry removed a dish from the oven, where it had been warming.
"Do you need me to help with anything?" Malfoy asked.
"You may pour the wine," replied Harry, indicating the bottle on the counter. He began plating the casserole he'd made. "Do you have a collection of coffee mugs at home?"
"But of course," said Malfoy. "I have some exceptional ones that are more for display than every day use."
"I'd like to see your display some time," Harry deadpanned.
"Pervert."
Harry chuckled again and carried the plates to the table. Malfoy followed, setting glasses of wine at each place. As soon as Harry sat down, Panini hopped up onto his lap. Harry sighed and took the kitten back to his bedroom, where he set him on the bed and closed the door firmly behind him.
"Shame on you, Auror Potter," Malfoy drawled once Harry returned. "Criminals cringe if you glare at them, yet one small kitten has you stymied?"
"Panini is an Erumpent in disguise," Harry muttered as he resumed his seat. "You saw what he did to my flat."
"I'm not convinced you're simply not a horrible housekeeper."
"Nonsense," scoffed Harry. "Molly Weasley would have my hide if I didn't use the dozens of cleaning spells and charms she taught me. She has been known to drop by unexpectedly, usually bearing food so that I don't starve to death."
"Are you saying Mrs Weasley made dinner?" asked Malfoy, his eyes alight with humor.
"No, I made it," said Harry. "I told you I can cook. However, allow me to confess ahead of time that Molly baked the cake I plan to serve later."
"With coffee?"
"With coffee."
~*~
After conversing easily through dinner, Harry directed Malfoy to the lounge. He joined him a moment later, bearing a tray laden with mugs of Dragon Brew coffee and slices of cake. They talked about mutual acquaintances, notably Luna and her animal shelter.
"Be grateful all she fobbed off on us were kittens, Potter," said Malfoy. "She could have given us Nifflers to care for."
"I always thought Nifflers would be fun."
"Fun until every coin and cuff link in your home disappears," Malfoy countered.
Harry winced. Still, when weighed against the amount of destruction Panini had caused, a Niffler didn't seem as bad.
Once Malfoy took the final bite of his cake, Harry leaned over to relieve him of his plate and fork. Impulsively, he pressed his lips to Malfoy's, stealing a coffee-and-chocolate-flavored kiss. Malfoy hesitated for a heartbeat before he joined in, threading his fingers into Harry's hair. Forks and empty plates fell to the floor with a dull thud.
Harry shifted closer, angling his head to deepen the kiss. Arousal raced through his veins and converged at his groin. He positively ached for this man.
Malfoy pulled back and drew in a shaky breath. His eyes were wide, pupils so enlarged there was barely any gray iris to be seen around them. Harry had only an instant to be disappointed before Malfoy resumed kissing him.
Harry moaned and delved into Malfoy's mouth with his tongue. He cupped the back of Malfoy's head with one hand, anchoring him in place, while Harry's other hand slid up beneath Malfoy's shirt. His questing fingers encountered warm, smooth skin, and Harry's body responded with an urgent throb.
Malfoy broke the kiss again, dropping his head until his forehead rested on Harry's shoulder. Both of them were breathing hard. Harry didn't push things, but his fingers continued playing with Malfoy's hair and stroking his quivering abdomen.
"I should go," Malfoy muttered.
"You haven't come yet."
Malfoy responded with a snort of laughter. He moved away, and Harry reluctantly let him go. Malfoy stood, and Harry's eyes automatically went to his groin. He was cheered to see the unmistakable evidence of Malfoy's desire. Harry only regretted not getting his hands that far. He tried hard not to think of how much he would have enjoyed getting his mouth there, too.
Harry stood up. "Would you like me to escort you home?"
"I don't think that would be wise."
"Afraid your resistance would crack?" teased Harry.
"Afraid Bean would attack you," said Malfoy. "He's quite jealous."
Harry assumed he was taking the piss. If not, Luna had a lot to answer for.
"Thank you for a delightful evening," said Malfoy. He bent to pick up his plate, but Harry halted him.
"I'll get those," he said. "If you bend over once more, I won't be responsible for my actions."
Malfoy grinned at the jest and drew his wand. "I'll see you around, Potter."
When his guest Disapparated, Harry sighed and scrubbed a hand through his hair in frustration. A wank was in order before he tackled the clean-up. Harry shuffled to his bedroom and opened the door. His jaw dropped in dismay.
"Panini!"
Dragon Brew 46