Light the Fire
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Title: Light the Fire
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Charlie, ocs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 1015
Summary: Harry and Draco take their "boyfriends" on a double dinner date.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Advent Drabbles No. 17
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2024 No. 17 - Christmas Brunch
♦ newyearcntdown New Year's Countdown Challenge, Day 17 - Roast/chicken/meal
Draco adjusted his dragon cuff links and turned to look at his reflection in the mirror. A low whistle filled the bedroom. Draco met Harry's eyes in the mirror. "Stop ogling my arse. We've no time for your nonsense."
"Is that what they're calling it these days?" teased Harry. "You know how much I love to get nonsensical with you."
Draco cracked a reluctant smile. "Go. I'm right behind you."
"Not helping, Draco."
"Ponker. Get going. We have a date tonight."
~*~
Harry apologized to Frances for the eighth time. "This is so helpful. We'll be forty minutes, forty-five tops. Do you remember your role in this farce?"
Frances was grinning like a nutter, delighted to be involved in Harry's madcap match-making. "I'll give you a half hour or so and then text with an emergency," she confirmed.
Harry laughed, pleased with his scheme, while Draco shook his head in despair. "Madness," he sighed.
~*~
"This is more posh than I'm used to, mate," said Charlie. He was seated at a table with Harry, Draco, and Wyatt Wetherby in a fancy restaurant located in Diagon Alley.
"Would you have preferred Christmas brunch at Madam Puddifoot's?" asked Harry.
Draco and Charlie both winced. "I'm not arguing," said Charlie. "I'm just surprised I wasn't dragged on an ice skating expedition or invited to a play."
"Harry and I decided to treat you and Mr Wetherby-"
"Wyatt, please," their other date interjected.
"You and Wyatt," Draco corrected, "to a nice dinner. We're looking at it as a sort of date night for us, as well as fulfillment of the auction rules."
"And, we weren't sure either of you can skate," said Harry. "We presume you both like to eat."
"I'm leaning towards the roast chicken," said Charlie, his eyes on the menu.
"Get the lobster," said Harry. "You're Draco's date, and he can afford it."
Draco scowled at his husband. "After spending over two hundred galleons on you, Mr Weasley, it's a wonder I can afford to pay attention."
Harry, Charlie, and Wyatt laughed. "That was an auction record, by the way," Harry pointed out.
Charlie puffed out his chest and preened, drawing more laughter from their table.
"Did you know Corbin would be there?" asked Harry.
Draco perked up. "Corbin Bancroft? No wonder he was able to push the bidding so high. I didn't realize the two of you were an item."
"Were being the operative term," Charlie said. "We were together about eight months. I wouldn't say we were serious, however. He was fun to spend time with. I always knew he was out of my league, whereas he probably looked on our relationship as a spot of slumming."
"He didn't deserve you, Charlie," Harry insisted.
Charlie shrugged. "It was fun while it lasted, but when I learned he was cheating, I ended it. I mean, if he wanted to see someone else, why not just break it off with me?"
"What a git," Wyatt muttered.
"Of course, once I threw Corbin over, he suddenly became desperate to reconcile. Thanks for outbidding the twat, Malfoy."
"Potter-Malfoy," Harry and Draco said at the same time.
They'd placed their orders, and a waiter brought out some appetizers.
"What about you, Wyatt?" asked Harry. "Any dastardly exes in the wings?"
"Nothing but a few casual, short-term relationships for me," he replied.
"Speaking of wings," Harry said, hoping he sounded nonchalant, "your uncle tells me you helped Rolf Scamander write his famous book about dragons." From the corner of his eye, he saw Charlie's head come up.
"You worked on that book?" asked Charlie. "I remember Scamander coming to visit the dragon preserve in Romania, but I don't recall that you were with him."
"Don't remind me," said Wyatt. "I was supposed to make the trip with Rolf, but I ended up staying home, due to a case of dragon pox, of all things."
"What rotten luck," said Draco.
Wyatt nodded. "Never mind the dragon pox, it was the irony that almost killed me."
More laughter filled the air. Their entrees arrived at the table, and each of them began to eat. Wyatt peppered Charlie with questions about the dragons in his care, while Harry smirked at Draco across the table. His phone pinged with an incoming text.
"Excuse me," said Harry, pulling his phone out to look at it. "Uh oh."
"Is something wrong?" asked Draco.
"It's from Frances," said Harry. "Our nanny," he clarified to their dates. "She says the twins are both running mild fevers."
Draco set his cutlery aside and beckoned a waiter over.
"I'm sorry, mates," said Harry. "We really should return home. Feel free to linger as long as you like and enjoy your dinners. I'll settle the cheque and make sure you can order another bottle of wine, if you wish. Dessert, too."
Draco requested that his and Harry's meals be boxed up, assuring the waiter that nothing was wrong; they simply had a family emergency to attend to. Harry left the table to settle the bill. By the time he returned, Draco was buttoning his coat.
"I hope your children will be okay," said Wyatt.
"Not to worry," Harry told him. "My husband is brilliant with potions. That's why I married him."
"I thought you married me to save you from the Widow Mauldeth."
"That, too," agreed Harry. "Come on, love. Let's go tend to our babies. Charlie, Wyatt, it's been a pleasure. I trust you'll enjoy the rest of the evening."
Harry drew Draco away from the table. They exited the restaurant and went around the block to a safe Apparition point.
"If they aren't shagging by the New Year, I'll burn my elf G-string," said Harry.
"Burn mine, too."
"Are you mad?" Harry exclaimed. "You look smashing in that elf G-string."
"Ponker," snorted Draco. "Let's get home. Frances has been a good sport this evening, but she needs a break from child minding."
"Not to worry," said Harry. "When I paid for dinner, I had them box up a slice of chocolate torte for her. She deserves a reward for being such a good sport."
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