Dragon Brew 76
Title: Dragon Brew 76
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione, Cho
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 455
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 119 - Savor life
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 76 - masala spices
Summary: Harry would like to put in an appearance and duck out again, but Malfoy intends to keep him in line.
It took three months for Saturday night to arrive, or so it seemed to Harry. He'd been looking forward to his date with Malfoy ever since he'd asked him out. Harry was amused to admit that this was the first time he'd ever been eager to attend one of Hermione's SPEW functions.
He collected Malfoy promptly at seven, and they used the Floo network to travel to the venue where the SPEW fundraiser was being held. Harry didn't even have time to orient himself before Hermione dragged him off to be photographed for a write-up in the Prophet. Malfoy wisely melted into the crowd. Once Harry had fulfilled his obligation to be the Face of the Function, he found his date chatting amicably enough with Cho Chang. After exchanging greetings, Cho excused herself.
Harry leaned close to Malfoy and said, "Let's leave now and get to the debauchery portion of the evening."
Malfoy snorted. "Granger would murder us both. You for skiving off and me because she'd be convinced it was somehow my fault that you skived off."
Harry managed to sigh and scowl at the same time. "What are you drinking?" he asked.
"It's tea made with garam masala."
"Sorry?"
"Spices, Potter. Masala spices," said Malfoy. "It's quite good, actually. Would you care for a cup?"
"I was hoping for something stronger," Harry replied. "I need to fortify myself to survive the monotony of this evening."
"I thought you invited me to stave off your boredom."
Harry brightened. "Shall we shag in the gents?"
"Certainly not!"
"You're no fun," grumbled Harry.
"We are not here to have fun," Malfoy reminded himself. "You are here to give Granger's pet cause a boost, and I'm here to keep you out of trouble, it seems."
"I reckon Lucille Lutzenkirchen would be more fun than you are."
Malfoy regarded him from narrowed eyes. "Is there truly a Lucille Lutzenkirchen, or are you having me on?"
"I'll introduce you," said Harry.
"Later, perhaps," said Malfoy. "Here comes the champers." He snagged a flute from a passing tray and deposited his tea cup on it all in one smooth maneuver.
Harry managed to procure his own glass of bubbly, and he clinked it to Malfoy's. "Cheers."
"You don't sound terribly cheerful."
"These functions bore me into a stupor," Harry admitted. "This champagne is quite good, however."
"We'll sip champagne, have some nibbles, dance...you have improved since school, I trust?"
"Yes, you wanker."
"So drink up, smile for the camera, savor life and all that rot," Malfoy admonished him.
Harry's spirits were bolstered. "That takes care of the drinking and dancing," he said, "but what about the debauchery?"
"That will come later," said Malfoy, eyes dancing with mirth. "If you behave yourself."
Dragon Brew 77
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione, Cho
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 455
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 119 - Savor life
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 76 - masala spices
Summary: Harry would like to put in an appearance and duck out again, but Malfoy intends to keep him in line.
It took three months for Saturday night to arrive, or so it seemed to Harry. He'd been looking forward to his date with Malfoy ever since he'd asked him out. Harry was amused to admit that this was the first time he'd ever been eager to attend one of Hermione's SPEW functions.
He collected Malfoy promptly at seven, and they used the Floo network to travel to the venue where the SPEW fundraiser was being held. Harry didn't even have time to orient himself before Hermione dragged him off to be photographed for a write-up in the Prophet. Malfoy wisely melted into the crowd. Once Harry had fulfilled his obligation to be the Face of the Function, he found his date chatting amicably enough with Cho Chang. After exchanging greetings, Cho excused herself.
Harry leaned close to Malfoy and said, "Let's leave now and get to the debauchery portion of the evening."
Malfoy snorted. "Granger would murder us both. You for skiving off and me because she'd be convinced it was somehow my fault that you skived off."
Harry managed to sigh and scowl at the same time. "What are you drinking?" he asked.
"It's tea made with garam masala."
"Sorry?"
"Spices, Potter. Masala spices," said Malfoy. "It's quite good, actually. Would you care for a cup?"
"I was hoping for something stronger," Harry replied. "I need to fortify myself to survive the monotony of this evening."
"I thought you invited me to stave off your boredom."
Harry brightened. "Shall we shag in the gents?"
"Certainly not!"
"You're no fun," grumbled Harry.
"We are not here to have fun," Malfoy reminded himself. "You are here to give Granger's pet cause a boost, and I'm here to keep you out of trouble, it seems."
"I reckon Lucille Lutzenkirchen would be more fun than you are."
Malfoy regarded him from narrowed eyes. "Is there truly a Lucille Lutzenkirchen, or are you having me on?"
"I'll introduce you," said Harry.
"Later, perhaps," said Malfoy. "Here comes the champers." He snagged a flute from a passing tray and deposited his tea cup on it all in one smooth maneuver.
Harry managed to procure his own glass of bubbly, and he clinked it to Malfoy's. "Cheers."
"You don't sound terribly cheerful."
"These functions bore me into a stupor," Harry admitted. "This champagne is quite good, however."
"We'll sip champagne, have some nibbles, dance...you have improved since school, I trust?"
"Yes, you wanker."
"So drink up, smile for the camera, savor life and all that rot," Malfoy admonished him.
Harry's spirits were bolstered. "That takes care of the drinking and dancing," he said, "but what about the debauchery?"
"That will come later," said Malfoy, eyes dancing with mirth. "If you behave yourself."
Dragon Brew 77