Dessert, or something
Title: Dessert, or something
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild suggestion
Word count: 300
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for lusiology, who requested this sequel to Coffee, or something a year ago and has waited patiently ever since.
Summary: Instead of coffee, Draco and Harry agreed to a dinner date. Now, they need to decide on dessert.
Surprisingly, the restaurant Malfoy had selected was Muggle, although it was certainly luxurious enough to suit him. Harry sat stiffly in his chair and allowed Malfoy to order for both of them, trusting the other's innate good taste.
"I was pleasantly surprised to see you in Diagon Alley earlier today," Draco remarked, once their waitress had left.
Harry was thrilled that Malfoy had indicated the surprise was a pleasant one, and he replied quickly, "I needed some new Quidditch gloves."
"Ah, yes, you play professionally now, don't you?"
Harry nodded and asked, "What brought you to Quality Quidditch Supplies?"
"I was purchasing a broom for Gregory and Daphne's son," Malfoy answered. He then went on to relate an amusing anecdote about the first time little Travis had tried to fly.
Once their food arrived, Harry and Draco ate while maintaining the easy banter between them, and Harry found himself relaxing more and more. Normally, he struggled to carry on a conversation when he dated, but Malfoy put him so much at ease that he didn't notice the passing of time. All too soon, the waitress was clearing their empty dishes and leaving them to peruse the dessert menu.
"Shall we have dessert?" Harry asked. He was reluctant to see the evening end, but he didn't want to keep Malfoy if the other man wished to leave.
Draco sat back and allowed his eyes to skim Potter's face before outlining his date's broad shoulders. Feeling bold, he leaned forward and wrapped one hand around Potter's neck to draw him in for a slow, searching kiss. Releasing his date, Draco looked into his dazed green eyes and suggested, "If you'd like, Harry, we can return to my flat for dessert...or something."
~tbc~
Breakfast, or something
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild suggestion
Word count: 300
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for lusiology, who requested this sequel to Coffee, or something a year ago and has waited patiently ever since.
Summary: Instead of coffee, Draco and Harry agreed to a dinner date. Now, they need to decide on dessert.
Surprisingly, the restaurant Malfoy had selected was Muggle, although it was certainly luxurious enough to suit him. Harry sat stiffly in his chair and allowed Malfoy to order for both of them, trusting the other's innate good taste.
"I was pleasantly surprised to see you in Diagon Alley earlier today," Draco remarked, once their waitress had left.
Harry was thrilled that Malfoy had indicated the surprise was a pleasant one, and he replied quickly, "I needed some new Quidditch gloves."
"Ah, yes, you play professionally now, don't you?"
Harry nodded and asked, "What brought you to Quality Quidditch Supplies?"
"I was purchasing a broom for Gregory and Daphne's son," Malfoy answered. He then went on to relate an amusing anecdote about the first time little Travis had tried to fly.
Once their food arrived, Harry and Draco ate while maintaining the easy banter between them, and Harry found himself relaxing more and more. Normally, he struggled to carry on a conversation when he dated, but Malfoy put him so much at ease that he didn't notice the passing of time. All too soon, the waitress was clearing their empty dishes and leaving them to peruse the dessert menu.
"Shall we have dessert?" Harry asked. He was reluctant to see the evening end, but he didn't want to keep Malfoy if the other man wished to leave.
Draco sat back and allowed his eyes to skim Potter's face before outlining his date's broad shoulders. Feeling bold, he leaned forward and wrapped one hand around Potter's neck to draw him in for a slow, searching kiss. Releasing his date, Draco looked into his dazed green eyes and suggested, "If you'd like, Harry, we can return to my flat for dessert...or something."
~tbc~
Breakfast, or something