FIC: A Might Ress of Things [Harry, Draco, Hermione - PG]
Title: A Might Ress of Things
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing(s): Draco, Harry, Hermione
Prompt: spiked eggnog. Yay for drunk!fic by dracogotgame
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG
Contains (Highlight to view): *Drunken flirting*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: (You may put your beta's name/initials here along with any other notes.)
Summary: For Draco, this holiday party just became much more enjoyable.
Draco was surprised to realize he was enjoying Daphne's holiday party. It was a mix of former Houses, which was to be expected, considering Daphne had married Longbottom. It was interesting to see the members of various Houses huddle together at the beginning of the party, only to mingle more with one another as the evening wore on, and it was...nice. It was nice.
Draco was currently at loose ends, having wandered away from Luna Lovegood and Eloise Midgeon, who were engaged in a lively debate about nargles or some such. Draco began threading his way through the guests, intent on claiming some more mulled wine from the refreshment table. Draco procured a glass and took a sip, enjoying the spicy flavor. Someone bumped into him, and wine sloshed over the rim of Draco's glass. He turned to glare and was astonished to see Harry Potter beaming back at him.
"Sorry 'bout that, Malfloy," said Potter. "I didn't stand you seeing there."
It took Draco a second to make sense of what Potter had said, which led to a revelation. "Potter, you're pissed," said Draco. The thought amused him. He'd never known Perfect Potter to be anything less than, well, perfect.
"O' course, not," Potter protested. "I've had nothing but egg neg aaaallll evening long."
"The egg nog?" asked Draco. He'd seen one of the older Weasleys pour a generous amount of brandy into the bowl earlier. "You do realize it was spiked, Potter."
Potter blinked furiously behind his glasses. "Shpiked?"
"Yes, Potter," drawled Draco. "Spiked, as in, copious amounts of alcohol were added to it."
Potter blinked again and then giggled. "No wonder it tasted sho good this year," he chirped.
Draco felt a reluctant smile tug at his lips. A pissed Potter was rather adorable.
"You're cute when you smile."
It was Draco's turn to blink in surprise. "Sorry?" he prompted, convinced he could not have heard Potter correctly.
"Yer kinda cute," Potter repeated, sidling closer to Draco and nearly spilling his cup of egg nog in the process.
Draco reached out and plucked Potter's cup from his hand. "Perhaps you should drink something else," he said. "A sobering potion would be an excellent choice."
Potter laughed and whacked Draco on the back, causing wine to splash onto Draco's fingers. "Oh dear," tutted Potter. He grabbed a serviette from the table and began dabbing at Draco's hand. "I'm making a might ress of things."
Draco relieved Potter of the serviette, set his glass of wine down, and wiped his own hand clean. "That's quite alright, Potter," he said. "No harm done."
"Would you like to dance?" asked Potter, gazing earnestly up at Draco. "With me, that is?"
"Erm, Potter, there's no music."
"Really? Then what is that ringing in my ears?"
A small snort of laughter escaped Draco. This party was becoming more enjoyable by the moment.
Potter heaved a sigh. "If we can't dance, we may as well shag," he stated.
Draco dropped the serviette. "P-pardon?" he sputtered.
"Harry! There you are!"
Draco and Potter both turned to see Granger bearing down on them. She placed her hand in the crook of Potter's elbow and tugged him closer to her. Granger turned a tight smile to Draco. "My apologies, Malfoy," she said. "I hope Harry wasn't too much of a bother." She began leading Potter away, saying, "Neville doesn't have any sobering potions, but I..."
Granger's voice faded as she walked away with Potter in tow. Draco was disappointed. He'd been enjoying Potter's candor.
Potter looked back at Draco and waved. Draco nodded in response, then turned away to hide his grin.
He was exhilarated with the knowledge that Potter desired him. Too bad Granger had interrupted what was promising to be an interesting conversation. Draco wasn't too upset, however. There was always the Ministry's New Year's Eve ball, and he would see Potter there. Perhaps some enterprising Weasley would spike the punch. If not, someone else could always be bribed.
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing(s): Draco, Harry, Hermione
Prompt: spiked eggnog. Yay for drunk!fic by dracogotgame
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG
Contains (Highlight to view): *Drunken flirting*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: (You may put your beta's name/initials here along with any other notes.)
Summary: For Draco, this holiday party just became much more enjoyable.
Draco was surprised to realize he was enjoying Daphne's holiday party. It was a mix of former Houses, which was to be expected, considering Daphne had married Longbottom. It was interesting to see the members of various Houses huddle together at the beginning of the party, only to mingle more with one another as the evening wore on, and it was...nice. It was nice.
Draco was currently at loose ends, having wandered away from Luna Lovegood and Eloise Midgeon, who were engaged in a lively debate about nargles or some such. Draco began threading his way through the guests, intent on claiming some more mulled wine from the refreshment table. Draco procured a glass and took a sip, enjoying the spicy flavor. Someone bumped into him, and wine sloshed over the rim of Draco's glass. He turned to glare and was astonished to see Harry Potter beaming back at him.
"Sorry 'bout that, Malfloy," said Potter. "I didn't stand you seeing there."
It took Draco a second to make sense of what Potter had said, which led to a revelation. "Potter, you're pissed," said Draco. The thought amused him. He'd never known Perfect Potter to be anything less than, well, perfect.
"O' course, not," Potter protested. "I've had nothing but egg neg aaaallll evening long."
"The egg nog?" asked Draco. He'd seen one of the older Weasleys pour a generous amount of brandy into the bowl earlier. "You do realize it was spiked, Potter."
Potter blinked furiously behind his glasses. "Shpiked?"
"Yes, Potter," drawled Draco. "Spiked, as in, copious amounts of alcohol were added to it."
Potter blinked again and then giggled. "No wonder it tasted sho good this year," he chirped.
Draco felt a reluctant smile tug at his lips. A pissed Potter was rather adorable.
"You're cute when you smile."
It was Draco's turn to blink in surprise. "Sorry?" he prompted, convinced he could not have heard Potter correctly.
"Yer kinda cute," Potter repeated, sidling closer to Draco and nearly spilling his cup of egg nog in the process.
Draco reached out and plucked Potter's cup from his hand. "Perhaps you should drink something else," he said. "A sobering potion would be an excellent choice."
Potter laughed and whacked Draco on the back, causing wine to splash onto Draco's fingers. "Oh dear," tutted Potter. He grabbed a serviette from the table and began dabbing at Draco's hand. "I'm making a might ress of things."
Draco relieved Potter of the serviette, set his glass of wine down, and wiped his own hand clean. "That's quite alright, Potter," he said. "No harm done."
"Would you like to dance?" asked Potter, gazing earnestly up at Draco. "With me, that is?"
"Erm, Potter, there's no music."
"Really? Then what is that ringing in my ears?"
A small snort of laughter escaped Draco. This party was becoming more enjoyable by the moment.
Potter heaved a sigh. "If we can't dance, we may as well shag," he stated.
Draco dropped the serviette. "P-pardon?" he sputtered.
"Harry! There you are!"
Draco and Potter both turned to see Granger bearing down on them. She placed her hand in the crook of Potter's elbow and tugged him closer to her. Granger turned a tight smile to Draco. "My apologies, Malfoy," she said. "I hope Harry wasn't too much of a bother." She began leading Potter away, saying, "Neville doesn't have any sobering potions, but I..."
Granger's voice faded as she walked away with Potter in tow. Draco was disappointed. He'd been enjoying Potter's candor.
Potter looked back at Draco and waved. Draco nodded in response, then turned away to hide his grin.
He was exhilarated with the knowledge that Potter desired him. Too bad Granger had interrupted what was promising to be an interesting conversation. Draco wasn't too upset, however. There was always the Ministry's New Year's Eve ball, and he would see Potter there. Perhaps some enterprising Weasley would spike the punch. If not, someone else could always be bribed.