Dragon Brew 48
Title: Dragon Brew 48
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Dean
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 965
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for adafrog for handling the beta for my 2020 sirius_black fest fic. She requested an update to Dragon Brew
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 48 - "Good to the last drop."
Summary: Harry wishes to sample a drop of Draco.
"Mine."
Harry nearly choked on his tea. He'd thrown out the tired line of 'Your place or mine?' as a joke; he hadn't expected Malfoy to respond at all, much less by inviting Harry to his home. He composed himself and cleared his throat.
"When?"
Malfoy let Harry stew while he took a slow sip of tea and appeared to ponder. He set his cup down with careful deliberation and added a tiny bit of milk. Malfoy then stirred the liquid in his cup.
Harry fought the urge to jiggle his knee.
"Tomorrow evening, if you're free?" Malfoy suggested. "I could make us dinner."
"That sounds fantastic," Harry said, grinning like a Bedlamite. He made a conscious effort to look more mature. "May I bring anything?"
"No, I imagine I can accomplish dinner, although I may buy something for dessert at Dragon Brew," Malfoy replied, eyes dancing with humor.
Harry played along. "I hear they have tremendous desserts at Dragon Brew, along with a fantastic barista."
"Lynsey is something else, isn't she?"
Harry chuckled, thinking of the matcha hearts she'd created on the surface of their cups of tea. "She certainly is."
Malfoy smiled and drained the last of his tea. "Ah," he sighed. "Good to the last drop." He pushed his chair back and stood, picking up his Honeydukes chocolate bar. "Thank you for the tea and chocolate, Auror Potter. I shall see you tomorrow evening."
Harry saluted Malfoy with his mug and chose to linger over the last of his tea. Despite what Malfoy had said, Harry had no intention of showing up empty handed. Flowers seemed a tad feminine, but perhaps a plant would appeal to Malfoy. Harry resolved to pay a visit to Neville.
Not wanting to appear over-eager, Harry bribed Dean into fetching him some coffee from Dragon Brew the following day. Dean stormed into Harry's office and plunked his travel mug on the desk.
"You owe me, Potter."
Harry gaped up at him. "Sorry?"
"Two little old witches saw my I ♥ Draco mug and proceeded to tear a strip off of me for trying to pull Malfoy!"
Harry threw his head back and laughed. "That sounds like the twin terrors, Ethel and Mabel. Didn't Malfoy come to your defense?"
"Of course not," scoffed Dean. "The gigantic plonker was laughing up his sleeve the entire time."
"Thank you for enduring the wrath of Ethel and Mabel on my behalf," said Harry, still grinning at the thought of the twins giving Dean a fierce dressing-down. "I'll give you my tickets to an upcoming Cannons' match."
Dean accepted the peace offering and exited Harry's office. Harry picked up his travel mug and took a sip of his Long Black. He hummed in appreciation and sat back, allowing his mind to drift while he drank the entire mug. It was good to the last drop.
Harry arrived at Malfoy's front door at precisely seven o'clock. He gave a perfunctory knock, shifted the small plant he was cradling in his arm, and smoothed his hair.
Malfoy opened the door and bade Harry enter. Harry stepped over the threshold, his eyes immediately drawn to the tabby kitten winding around Malfoy's ankles. "Here," said Harry, thrusting the Mimbulus Mimbletonia at Malfoy as he bent to scoop up the kitten.
"You must be Bean," said Harry, cuddling the purring kitten to his chest. He furtively checked for any signs of cat chaos but saw none. Either Bean was as sweet as Malfoy claimed, or Malfoy was very good with cleaning and repairing charms.
"I'll just find a spot for this while you get acquainted with Bean."
"Hm? Oh, sorry," said Harry, giving a nervous laugh as he crouched to set the kitten on the floor. "Nice place you have."
"No shredded curtains or cushions here," teased Malfoy.
"Shush," grumbled Harry. "Panini will grow out of his destructive phase. I hope." He trailed Malfoy into the kitchen. "Do you need help with anything?"
"Why don't you pour the wine?"
Harry accepted the bottle Malfoy handed him and carried it to the table set in the dining area. He poured the white wine into the stemware and set the bottle in the middle of the table. Malfoy appeared a moment later, levitating several covered dishes behind him. He directed each dish to its place, then invited Harry to sit.
After dishing up, Harry tucked into a delightful meal of baked chicken wrapped with bacon, tender, red-skinned potatoes, and glazed carrots. They enjoyed their meal and made idle conversation. Harry was delighted with how easy it was to share dinner with Malfoy and engage in casual discourse. He wondered if this would be the night they would engage in actual intercourse.
Harry didn't realize he was leering until Malfoy paused in the act of sipping his wine. "Why are you eyeing me like a delectable pud?"
Harry offered a half-grin, only partly abashed to have been caught. "I must admit, I would like a taste of you. A little nibble, or perhaps a gentle bite..."
Harry let his voice trail off as he reveled in Malfoy's reaction. His host's pupils had expanded, and a faint flush had brought some color to his face.
Malfoy licked his lips and cleared his throat. "I, ahem, I do have some pud to serve. It's, erm, it's one of Lynsey's specialties." He stood up and all but fled to the kitchen. Malfoy returned a moment later with a plate heaped with an array of pasties. "There's pumpkin, lemon, and mixed berry," he announced.
Harry selected a pumpkin pasty and bit into it. All the while, his eyes held Malfoy's. "Mm, delicious."
Harry was startled, albeit pleasantly so, when Malfoy abruptly leaned over the table and claimed his lips with a sizzling kiss.
Dragon Brew 49
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Dean
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 965
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for adafrog for handling the beta for my 2020 sirius_black fest fic. She requested an update to Dragon Brew
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 48 - "Good to the last drop."
Summary: Harry wishes to sample a drop of Draco.
"Mine."
Harry nearly choked on his tea. He'd thrown out the tired line of 'Your place or mine?' as a joke; he hadn't expected Malfoy to respond at all, much less by inviting Harry to his home. He composed himself and cleared his throat.
"When?"
Malfoy let Harry stew while he took a slow sip of tea and appeared to ponder. He set his cup down with careful deliberation and added a tiny bit of milk. Malfoy then stirred the liquid in his cup.
Harry fought the urge to jiggle his knee.
"Tomorrow evening, if you're free?" Malfoy suggested. "I could make us dinner."
"That sounds fantastic," Harry said, grinning like a Bedlamite. He made a conscious effort to look more mature. "May I bring anything?"
"No, I imagine I can accomplish dinner, although I may buy something for dessert at Dragon Brew," Malfoy replied, eyes dancing with humor.
Harry played along. "I hear they have tremendous desserts at Dragon Brew, along with a fantastic barista."
"Lynsey is something else, isn't she?"
Harry chuckled, thinking of the matcha hearts she'd created on the surface of their cups of tea. "She certainly is."
Malfoy smiled and drained the last of his tea. "Ah," he sighed. "Good to the last drop." He pushed his chair back and stood, picking up his Honeydukes chocolate bar. "Thank you for the tea and chocolate, Auror Potter. I shall see you tomorrow evening."
Harry saluted Malfoy with his mug and chose to linger over the last of his tea. Despite what Malfoy had said, Harry had no intention of showing up empty handed. Flowers seemed a tad feminine, but perhaps a plant would appeal to Malfoy. Harry resolved to pay a visit to Neville.
Not wanting to appear over-eager, Harry bribed Dean into fetching him some coffee from Dragon Brew the following day. Dean stormed into Harry's office and plunked his travel mug on the desk.
"You owe me, Potter."
Harry gaped up at him. "Sorry?"
"Two little old witches saw my I ♥ Draco mug and proceeded to tear a strip off of me for trying to pull Malfoy!"
Harry threw his head back and laughed. "That sounds like the twin terrors, Ethel and Mabel. Didn't Malfoy come to your defense?"
"Of course not," scoffed Dean. "The gigantic plonker was laughing up his sleeve the entire time."
"Thank you for enduring the wrath of Ethel and Mabel on my behalf," said Harry, still grinning at the thought of the twins giving Dean a fierce dressing-down. "I'll give you my tickets to an upcoming Cannons' match."
Dean accepted the peace offering and exited Harry's office. Harry picked up his travel mug and took a sip of his Long Black. He hummed in appreciation and sat back, allowing his mind to drift while he drank the entire mug. It was good to the last drop.
Harry arrived at Malfoy's front door at precisely seven o'clock. He gave a perfunctory knock, shifted the small plant he was cradling in his arm, and smoothed his hair.
Malfoy opened the door and bade Harry enter. Harry stepped over the threshold, his eyes immediately drawn to the tabby kitten winding around Malfoy's ankles. "Here," said Harry, thrusting the Mimbulus Mimbletonia at Malfoy as he bent to scoop up the kitten.
"You must be Bean," said Harry, cuddling the purring kitten to his chest. He furtively checked for any signs of cat chaos but saw none. Either Bean was as sweet as Malfoy claimed, or Malfoy was very good with cleaning and repairing charms.
"I'll just find a spot for this while you get acquainted with Bean."
"Hm? Oh, sorry," said Harry, giving a nervous laugh as he crouched to set the kitten on the floor. "Nice place you have."
"No shredded curtains or cushions here," teased Malfoy.
"Shush," grumbled Harry. "Panini will grow out of his destructive phase. I hope." He trailed Malfoy into the kitchen. "Do you need help with anything?"
"Why don't you pour the wine?"
Harry accepted the bottle Malfoy handed him and carried it to the table set in the dining area. He poured the white wine into the stemware and set the bottle in the middle of the table. Malfoy appeared a moment later, levitating several covered dishes behind him. He directed each dish to its place, then invited Harry to sit.
After dishing up, Harry tucked into a delightful meal of baked chicken wrapped with bacon, tender, red-skinned potatoes, and glazed carrots. They enjoyed their meal and made idle conversation. Harry was delighted with how easy it was to share dinner with Malfoy and engage in casual discourse. He wondered if this would be the night they would engage in actual intercourse.
Harry didn't realize he was leering until Malfoy paused in the act of sipping his wine. "Why are you eyeing me like a delectable pud?"
Harry offered a half-grin, only partly abashed to have been caught. "I must admit, I would like a taste of you. A little nibble, or perhaps a gentle bite..."
Harry let his voice trail off as he reveled in Malfoy's reaction. His host's pupils had expanded, and a faint flush had brought some color to his face.
Malfoy licked his lips and cleared his throat. "I, ahem, I do have some pud to serve. It's, erm, it's one of Lynsey's specialties." He stood up and all but fled to the kitchen. Malfoy returned a moment later with a plate heaped with an array of pasties. "There's pumpkin, lemon, and mixed berry," he announced.
Harry selected a pumpkin pasty and bit into it. All the while, his eyes held Malfoy's. "Mm, delicious."
Harry was startled, albeit pleasantly so, when Malfoy abruptly leaned over the table and claimed his lips with a sizzling kiss.
Dragon Brew 49