Fic: A cold New Year ’s Eve [Harry/Draco - R]
Title: A cold New Year's Eve
Author/Artist: ashindk
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: #28 Harry and Draco are on Auror Duty on Christmas (or maybe new year?) It's a slow night. Or a busy one, going from party to party toasting 'Happy Christmas' or 'Happy New' Year with the parties after they solved the fuss they were called for in the first place, getting drunker and drunker (and flirtier and touchier!).
Word Count/Art Medium: 1100
Rating: R
Contains (Highlight to view): *Drinking?*
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: Thank you so much birdsofshore and susannah_wilde. Capitu, I’m so sorry about the lack of smut. I hope you enjoy what I did with your prompt anyway.
Summary: It’s a cold New Year ’s Eve in Hogsmeade. Two young Aurors try to keep warm.
Harry drew the hood of his uniform cloak tighter around his face and resisted the urge to wrap his arms around his body. Of course whoever was in charge of the schedule gave the freezing cold New Year’s night patrols to the newest Aurors. He glanced at his partner and found him looking perfectly warm and content. And impossibly gorgeous in his fur trimmed winter uniform. When Draco caught him looking, he sighed heavily and drew his wand, pointing it at Harry.
“Honestly, Potter! You managed to vanquish the Dark Lord, but you’re incapable of a simple warming charm. You’re the worst excuse for a Saviour the wizarding world has ever had.”
"Sod off, Malfoy," Harry muttered, but he couldn't help smiling when Draco's warming charm spread around him like a blanket.
- - -
"Harry Potter?"
Harry turned, startled. The young witch who had shouted was wearing low-cut robes and a bright smile. "Come and have a drink with us, Aurors!" She gestured at the door behind her where bright light and the catchy tune of the Weird Sisters' latest hit was pouring into the street. They probably shouldn’t drink on duty, but it looked warm and festive inside, and having a drink seemed much less dangerous than staying out here alone with his far too gorgeous partner. He turned back to Draco and lifted an eyebrow in silent question.
"I don't see why not. It's bloody cold out here," Draco muttered.
Twenty minutes later they were back on the street, warm with laughter and wine.
“Free cocktails. That’s great, Potter. I knew all that Dark Lord vanquishing business had to be good for something!”
Harry whirled around and came face to face with a grinning Draco. The sight caught him completely by surprise and made something warm and squirmy spread in Harry’s stomach.
“Aurors!” The old witch who had shouted was standing in front of a cottage, looking at a huge oak tree. “Oh, thank Merlin! You have to help me.” She pointed at a shivering Kneazle clinging to one of the thin branches at the very top of the tree. ”Poor little Whiskers is so afraid of all these horrible noisy people.”
“Of course. Potter here is quite the hero. He’ll be glad to help dear Whiskers, Mrs…”
“Thistlethorn. But you must call me Amelia.” The old witch beamed at Draco. Harry shot him a dirty look behind her back.
“Smooth, Malfoy. Very fucking smooth,” he muttered under his breath. He was flying one-handed, clinging to his broom with his knees, and using one arm to cradle the hissing Kneazle against his body. He’d received a few vicious scratches for his effort already, and he suspected that more would follow if he released his hold. When he finally touched down and handed the animal to its owner, he let out a sigh of relief and glared at Draco. He suspected that the smile he received in return was supposed to look innocent, but a huge amount of smugness and mischief was shining through.
“Thank you so much, young man. It’s a dreadfully cold night to be out on patrol. Let me get you a dram to warm you up.”
“That’s very kind, Mrs Thist-- Amelia.” Draco offered the old woman his arm and escorted her inside.
- - -
Harry looked towards the snow-sprinkled bell tower. A little past eleven. Good. Not even an hour left of the old year, and more importantly, of his shift. Draco had been sitting entirely too close for comfort in Mrs Thistlethorn’s overstuffed sofa. He could still feel a slight tingling along the outside of his thigh and his shoulder, where Draco’s warm arm and leg had pressed against him. He needed to go home, and fast, before he lost what was left of his sanity.
Harry was startled from his thoughts when the Protean charm on his Auror badge suddenly got warmer. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw that the numbers had rearranged themselves into a message.
Trouble at The Three Broomsticks, please respond.
He shoved the badge back into his pocket and took off after Draco who was already moving towards the pub.
- - -
"Thank you so much, Aurors. I can't believe the nerve! Trying to Confound me to get out of paying for drinks!"
"You're welcome, Madam Rosmerta." Harry said.
"I know you’re probably not supposed to drink on duty, but a small glass of Ogdens Old’ll keep you warm."
- - -
Draco was quiet when they resumed their patrol. Harry took a deep breath of the frosty night air. His nose was getting cold again, but he could still feel the pleasant buzz of the Firewhiskey. He smiled.
"That was kind of Madam Rosmerta," Draco said.
"Yeah. It was." He didn't know what made him continue. Perhaps it was the Firewhisky. Before he could stop himself he had blurted, "You're surprised that she was kind to you? Because of the necklace?"
"Yes." Draco looked towards the night sky and Harry found his eyes wandering to the exposed skin of his partner’s long slender neck and the way his Adams apple bobbed when he swallowed. The sounds of celebration in the background seemed to fall away as his entire world narrowed down to the man in front of him. "It never ceases to amaze me,” Draco whispered, “the things some people are willing to forgive."
Draco turned slightly and looked at him. They were so close that their breaths mingled and formed one large, white cloud in the cold air. Harry found himself thinking that it would be so, so easy to lean in. Just close that last small distance between them and find out if Draco’s lips were as soft as they looked when he bit them in frustration over a difficult case. If he tasted like the mint pastilles he was always eating on stakeouts. And then Draco made the decision for him and closed the distance between them. It was a hesitant, almost timid little peck at first, but then Harry’s brain caught up and he fisted his hands in Draco’s cloak, drawing him in. Draco let out a muffled groan and threw himself into the kiss.
Harry couldn’t tell how long they had been standing there when the bell started chiming in the New Year and the town erupted in drunken singing and shouting. The sudden burst of sound startled them apart. Harry drew back enough to be able to see Draco’s face in the lamp light. He looked flushed and a little wild and absolutely delicious.
“Happy New Year!” He drew his arms closer around Draco and Apparated them away.
Author/Artist: ashindk
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: #28 Harry and Draco are on Auror Duty on Christmas (or maybe new year?) It's a slow night. Or a busy one, going from party to party toasting 'Happy Christmas' or 'Happy New' Year with the parties after they solved the fuss they were called for in the first place, getting drunker and drunker (and flirtier and touchier!).
Word Count/Art Medium: 1100
Rating: R
Contains (Highlight to view): *Drinking?*
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: Thank you so much birdsofshore and susannah_wilde. Capitu, I’m so sorry about the lack of smut. I hope you enjoy what I did with your prompt anyway.
Summary: It’s a cold New Year ’s Eve in Hogsmeade. Two young Aurors try to keep warm.
Harry drew the hood of his uniform cloak tighter around his face and resisted the urge to wrap his arms around his body. Of course whoever was in charge of the schedule gave the freezing cold New Year’s night patrols to the newest Aurors. He glanced at his partner and found him looking perfectly warm and content. And impossibly gorgeous in his fur trimmed winter uniform. When Draco caught him looking, he sighed heavily and drew his wand, pointing it at Harry.
“Honestly, Potter! You managed to vanquish the Dark Lord, but you’re incapable of a simple warming charm. You’re the worst excuse for a Saviour the wizarding world has ever had.”
"Sod off, Malfoy," Harry muttered, but he couldn't help smiling when Draco's warming charm spread around him like a blanket.
- - -
"Harry Potter?"
Harry turned, startled. The young witch who had shouted was wearing low-cut robes and a bright smile. "Come and have a drink with us, Aurors!" She gestured at the door behind her where bright light and the catchy tune of the Weird Sisters' latest hit was pouring into the street. They probably shouldn’t drink on duty, but it looked warm and festive inside, and having a drink seemed much less dangerous than staying out here alone with his far too gorgeous partner. He turned back to Draco and lifted an eyebrow in silent question.
"I don't see why not. It's bloody cold out here," Draco muttered.
Twenty minutes later they were back on the street, warm with laughter and wine.
“Free cocktails. That’s great, Potter. I knew all that Dark Lord vanquishing business had to be good for something!”
Harry whirled around and came face to face with a grinning Draco. The sight caught him completely by surprise and made something warm and squirmy spread in Harry’s stomach.
“Aurors!” The old witch who had shouted was standing in front of a cottage, looking at a huge oak tree. “Oh, thank Merlin! You have to help me.” She pointed at a shivering Kneazle clinging to one of the thin branches at the very top of the tree. ”Poor little Whiskers is so afraid of all these horrible noisy people.”
“Of course. Potter here is quite the hero. He’ll be glad to help dear Whiskers, Mrs…”
“Thistlethorn. But you must call me Amelia.” The old witch beamed at Draco. Harry shot him a dirty look behind her back.
“Smooth, Malfoy. Very fucking smooth,” he muttered under his breath. He was flying one-handed, clinging to his broom with his knees, and using one arm to cradle the hissing Kneazle against his body. He’d received a few vicious scratches for his effort already, and he suspected that more would follow if he released his hold. When he finally touched down and handed the animal to its owner, he let out a sigh of relief and glared at Draco. He suspected that the smile he received in return was supposed to look innocent, but a huge amount of smugness and mischief was shining through.
“Thank you so much, young man. It’s a dreadfully cold night to be out on patrol. Let me get you a dram to warm you up.”
“That’s very kind, Mrs Thist-- Amelia.” Draco offered the old woman his arm and escorted her inside.
- - -
Harry looked towards the snow-sprinkled bell tower. A little past eleven. Good. Not even an hour left of the old year, and more importantly, of his shift. Draco had been sitting entirely too close for comfort in Mrs Thistlethorn’s overstuffed sofa. He could still feel a slight tingling along the outside of his thigh and his shoulder, where Draco’s warm arm and leg had pressed against him. He needed to go home, and fast, before he lost what was left of his sanity.
Harry was startled from his thoughts when the Protean charm on his Auror badge suddenly got warmer. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw that the numbers had rearranged themselves into a message.
Trouble at The Three Broomsticks, please respond.
He shoved the badge back into his pocket and took off after Draco who was already moving towards the pub.
- - -
"Thank you so much, Aurors. I can't believe the nerve! Trying to Confound me to get out of paying for drinks!"
"You're welcome, Madam Rosmerta." Harry said.
"I know you’re probably not supposed to drink on duty, but a small glass of Ogdens Old’ll keep you warm."
- - -
Draco was quiet when they resumed their patrol. Harry took a deep breath of the frosty night air. His nose was getting cold again, but he could still feel the pleasant buzz of the Firewhiskey. He smiled.
"That was kind of Madam Rosmerta," Draco said.
"Yeah. It was." He didn't know what made him continue. Perhaps it was the Firewhisky. Before he could stop himself he had blurted, "You're surprised that she was kind to you? Because of the necklace?"
"Yes." Draco looked towards the night sky and Harry found his eyes wandering to the exposed skin of his partner’s long slender neck and the way his Adams apple bobbed when he swallowed. The sounds of celebration in the background seemed to fall away as his entire world narrowed down to the man in front of him. "It never ceases to amaze me,” Draco whispered, “the things some people are willing to forgive."
Draco turned slightly and looked at him. They were so close that their breaths mingled and formed one large, white cloud in the cold air. Harry found himself thinking that it would be so, so easy to lean in. Just close that last small distance between them and find out if Draco’s lips were as soft as they looked when he bit them in frustration over a difficult case. If he tasted like the mint pastilles he was always eating on stakeouts. And then Draco made the decision for him and closed the distance between them. It was a hesitant, almost timid little peck at first, but then Harry’s brain caught up and he fisted his hands in Draco’s cloak, drawing him in. Draco let out a muffled groan and threw himself into the kiss.
Harry couldn’t tell how long they had been standing there when the bell started chiming in the New Year and the town erupted in drunken singing and shouting. The sudden burst of sound startled them apart. Harry drew back enough to be able to see Draco’s face in the lamp light. He looked flushed and a little wild and absolutely delicious.
“Happy New Year!” He drew his arms closer around Draco and Apparated them away.