As You Were
Title: As You Were
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1300
Recipient: enchanted_jae
Challenge: For hd_500. Keywords: costume, chocolate, scream; Dialogue: "Boo!"
Summary: Harry tries to persuade Draco to attend the office Hallowe'en party, but Draco resists.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Harry snuck up behind Draco as he approached their shared office. "Boo!"
Without missing a step, Draco entered the room. "Honestly, Potter, how old are we, ten? You defeated snake-face after I had the pleasure of having him live in my house. Do you really think a simple boo will scare me?"
"I was just trying to get you in the mood."
Draco turned around and leered at him. "Oh, really?" He advanced on his partner. "In the mood for what exactly?"
Harry's eyes went wide and he stepped back. "Er ... Hallowe'en, of course."
"Pity."
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
"What costume are you wearing on Friday?" Harry asked enthusiastically.
"You mean to the Ministry's sad attempt at team-building?"
"I mean to the Hallowe'en party, yes."
"I shall not be attending the soiree. I do believe I get quite enough of this place already. I hardly think I need to socialise here as well."
"Oh." Harry tried not to sound too disappointed. He had been looking forward to spending some non-work time with Draco. "Pity."
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
"Chocolate, Potter?" Draco raised his eyebrows as he surveyed the confection on his desk. "I didn't know you cared."
"I don't. I mean … er … I had extra."
"Extra chocolate?"
"Mm-hmm."
"My favourite kind?"
"Oh. Is it?"
Draco narrowed his eyes at his partner. "You are trained as an Auror to observe minute details. Despite your slow-to-catch-on beginnings in life, by now that sort of thing comes as second nature to you. You mean to suggest that after years of working together, you've never noticed my favourite chocolate?"
"Er …"
"So this just happened to be your choice of treat to give away on Hallowe'en night -- the best Honeydukes has to offer? And you already know you have too much?"
As a blush appeared on his partner's face, and Harry stared at the floor, Draco smiled smugly. "That's what I thought."
"No, really … I just got carried away at the store and ended up with extra."
Draco picked up a piece of the chocolate, unwrapped it slowly, licking his lips, anticipation making his mouth water. He moaned slightly as he placed it on his tongue, and it began to melt. He thought he heard Potter's breath hitch as he closed his eyes and savoured the flavour.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
"Are you sure you won't reconsider?" Harry asked.
"You're not on about the party again, are you? I already told you. I spend enough time at work; I don't want to stay here after hours."
Harry tried not to sound too disappointed. "But don't you think it would be nice to do something that might help you get to know your co-workers better?"
"Nice, Potter?" Draco wrinkled his nose. "You sound like a Hufflepuff."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, nice."
"How exactly do I get to know people better when they are all attempting to make each other scream in some sad attempt at being frightening?"
"I don't know." Harry shrugged. "I think the way people choose to dress up can say a lot about them. If nothing else, it's a conversation starter."
"Oh, really?"
"Well, if you won't go to the party after work, at least dress up and come to the lunch."
"I don't believe any of our co-workers want to know more about me, Potter. It's enough they're stuck working with me."
Harry looked at his partner with surprise. He had no idea Draco thought that, after all this time. "I'd like to know more about you. As for the rest of the department, I think you might be surprised."
"I'll think about it."
Friday, October 31, 2008
Harry walked into his office, disappointed to find Draco there, as always, immaculate in his Auror robes. Not that he didn't look good in them, but … well, Harry had let himself hope that his partner might be more open to relaxing around everyone. Especially around Harry. It had been years, after all.
"A vampire, Potter?" Draco asked. "What does that say about you?"
Harry shrugged. "Why don't you tell me. After all, you're the Slytherin, the one who can read people so well."
"Hmm." He took some time to consider. "I'd say you are desperate to shed the do-gooder image you have. I think you'd like people to stop looking to you as their saviour, even years after Voldemort. I think that you can't help yourself, which is why you chose the career that you did. But I think, deep down inside, you'd like to shed that innate compulsion of yours to save everyone, even if for a short while. How better to accomplish that than to dress as a creature that people are afraid of?"
Harry's mouth hung open. "How do you do that?"
Draco winked at Harry. "It's like you said. I'm a Slytherin. It comes naturally."
* * *
"Are you joining the rest of us?" Harry asked at lunchtime.
"I suppose so."
"Well, let's go."
"You go on ahead. I'll be along in a few minutes."
Harry hesitated.
"I'll be there," Draco assured him.
* * *
"Oh my God!" Ron blurted out, cutting Harry off mid-sentence, then launching into a coughing fit.
"Ron, are you okay?" Harry slapped him on the back. "What's wrong, mate?"
Ron continued to cough, waving his hand frantically towards the entrance to the lunch room, his eyes wide and … frightened.
"What is it?" Harry asked. Ron waved his hand again, his coughing subsiding.
Harry turned towards the door, his jaw dropping at the sight of the person entering the room.
There was Draco, dressed ohmyfuckinggod in a brushed silk, charcoal grey, button-down shirt, skin-tight, low-rise leather trousers, and black leather boots. His hair was gelled and spiked, and he had -- could it be? -- charcoal eyeliner on. Just enough to accentuate his stormy grey eyes perfectly.
Harry's stopped breathing. Ron stopped coughing. Everyone stopped talking. The world was reduced to the space between them, and Harry decided the gap was far too wide. He strode purposefully across the room until he was standing directly in front of Draco.
Draco's eyes widened, but he stood his ground. In fact, he closed the gap that little bit more by leaning in and growling -- growling in Harry's ear.
"So what does this tell you about me, Potter?"
Harry's mouth went dry. He didn't think he could speak. Then Draco stared into Harry's eyes and ran his tongue over his lips. Harry came undone. He reached out and grabbed the back of Draco's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Harry heard Ron whimper, some of the ladies in the far corner gasp, and Draco groan. And then he heard nothing more as the blood rushing past his ears drowned out all other sound.
Harry teased Draco's lips with his tongue and was pleased when Draco's lips parted and allowed him in. Harry's pulse quickened as Draco's tongue joined his own, exploring and tasting and savouring the sensation of their first kiss.
Too soon it was interrupted by a deep cough that could be none other than Kingsley's. The two Aurors broke apart reluctantly, but didn't even attempt to tear their gazes away from each other.
"Right," Kingsley's voice echoed through the small room. "Everyone as you were."
Harry felt his cheeks burning as he grinned at his partner. "See? I told you wearing a costume would be a good idea."
Draco returned his smile. "You're not going to insist on me attending the party tonight, are you?"
Harry leaned in and whispered, "Hell no. I want you all to myself tonight."
"Oh really?" Draco teased.
"Really," Harry agreed. "Oh, and Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"Wear the 'costume'."
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1300
Recipient: enchanted_jae
Challenge: For hd_500. Keywords: costume, chocolate, scream; Dialogue: "Boo!"
Summary: Harry tries to persuade Draco to attend the office Hallowe'en party, but Draco resists.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Harry snuck up behind Draco as he approached their shared office. "Boo!"
Without missing a step, Draco entered the room. "Honestly, Potter, how old are we, ten? You defeated snake-face after I had the pleasure of having him live in my house. Do you really think a simple boo will scare me?"
"I was just trying to get you in the mood."
Draco turned around and leered at him. "Oh, really?" He advanced on his partner. "In the mood for what exactly?"
Harry's eyes went wide and he stepped back. "Er ... Hallowe'en, of course."
"Pity."
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
"What costume are you wearing on Friday?" Harry asked enthusiastically.
"You mean to the Ministry's sad attempt at team-building?"
"I mean to the Hallowe'en party, yes."
"I shall not be attending the soiree. I do believe I get quite enough of this place already. I hardly think I need to socialise here as well."
"Oh." Harry tried not to sound too disappointed. He had been looking forward to spending some non-work time with Draco. "Pity."
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
"Chocolate, Potter?" Draco raised his eyebrows as he surveyed the confection on his desk. "I didn't know you cared."
"I don't. I mean … er … I had extra."
"Extra chocolate?"
"Mm-hmm."
"My favourite kind?"
"Oh. Is it?"
Draco narrowed his eyes at his partner. "You are trained as an Auror to observe minute details. Despite your slow-to-catch-on beginnings in life, by now that sort of thing comes as second nature to you. You mean to suggest that after years of working together, you've never noticed my favourite chocolate?"
"Er …"
"So this just happened to be your choice of treat to give away on Hallowe'en night -- the best Honeydukes has to offer? And you already know you have too much?"
As a blush appeared on his partner's face, and Harry stared at the floor, Draco smiled smugly. "That's what I thought."
"No, really … I just got carried away at the store and ended up with extra."
Draco picked up a piece of the chocolate, unwrapped it slowly, licking his lips, anticipation making his mouth water. He moaned slightly as he placed it on his tongue, and it began to melt. He thought he heard Potter's breath hitch as he closed his eyes and savoured the flavour.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
"Are you sure you won't reconsider?" Harry asked.
"You're not on about the party again, are you? I already told you. I spend enough time at work; I don't want to stay here after hours."
Harry tried not to sound too disappointed. "But don't you think it would be nice to do something that might help you get to know your co-workers better?"
"Nice, Potter?" Draco wrinkled his nose. "You sound like a Hufflepuff."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, nice."
"How exactly do I get to know people better when they are all attempting to make each other scream in some sad attempt at being frightening?"
"I don't know." Harry shrugged. "I think the way people choose to dress up can say a lot about them. If nothing else, it's a conversation starter."
"Oh, really?"
"Well, if you won't go to the party after work, at least dress up and come to the lunch."
"I don't believe any of our co-workers want to know more about me, Potter. It's enough they're stuck working with me."
Harry looked at his partner with surprise. He had no idea Draco thought that, after all this time. "I'd like to know more about you. As for the rest of the department, I think you might be surprised."
"I'll think about it."
Friday, October 31, 2008
Harry walked into his office, disappointed to find Draco there, as always, immaculate in his Auror robes. Not that he didn't look good in them, but … well, Harry had let himself hope that his partner might be more open to relaxing around everyone. Especially around Harry. It had been years, after all.
"A vampire, Potter?" Draco asked. "What does that say about you?"
Harry shrugged. "Why don't you tell me. After all, you're the Slytherin, the one who can read people so well."
"Hmm." He took some time to consider. "I'd say you are desperate to shed the do-gooder image you have. I think you'd like people to stop looking to you as their saviour, even years after Voldemort. I think that you can't help yourself, which is why you chose the career that you did. But I think, deep down inside, you'd like to shed that innate compulsion of yours to save everyone, even if for a short while. How better to accomplish that than to dress as a creature that people are afraid of?"
Harry's mouth hung open. "How do you do that?"
Draco winked at Harry. "It's like you said. I'm a Slytherin. It comes naturally."
* * *
"Are you joining the rest of us?" Harry asked at lunchtime.
"I suppose so."
"Well, let's go."
"You go on ahead. I'll be along in a few minutes."
Harry hesitated.
"I'll be there," Draco assured him.
* * *
"Oh my God!" Ron blurted out, cutting Harry off mid-sentence, then launching into a coughing fit.
"Ron, are you okay?" Harry slapped him on the back. "What's wrong, mate?"
Ron continued to cough, waving his hand frantically towards the entrance to the lunch room, his eyes wide and … frightened.
"What is it?" Harry asked. Ron waved his hand again, his coughing subsiding.
Harry turned towards the door, his jaw dropping at the sight of the person entering the room.
There was Draco, dressed ohmyfuckinggod in a brushed silk, charcoal grey, button-down shirt, skin-tight, low-rise leather trousers, and black leather boots. His hair was gelled and spiked, and he had -- could it be? -- charcoal eyeliner on. Just enough to accentuate his stormy grey eyes perfectly.
Harry's stopped breathing. Ron stopped coughing. Everyone stopped talking. The world was reduced to the space between them, and Harry decided the gap was far too wide. He strode purposefully across the room until he was standing directly in front of Draco.
Draco's eyes widened, but he stood his ground. In fact, he closed the gap that little bit more by leaning in and growling -- growling in Harry's ear.
"So what does this tell you about me, Potter?"
Harry's mouth went dry. He didn't think he could speak. Then Draco stared into Harry's eyes and ran his tongue over his lips. Harry came undone. He reached out and grabbed the back of Draco's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Harry heard Ron whimper, some of the ladies in the far corner gasp, and Draco groan. And then he heard nothing more as the blood rushing past his ears drowned out all other sound.
Harry teased Draco's lips with his tongue and was pleased when Draco's lips parted and allowed him in. Harry's pulse quickened as Draco's tongue joined his own, exploring and tasting and savouring the sensation of their first kiss.
Too soon it was interrupted by a deep cough that could be none other than Kingsley's. The two Aurors broke apart reluctantly, but didn't even attempt to tear their gazes away from each other.
"Right," Kingsley's voice echoed through the small room. "Everyone as you were."
Harry felt his cheeks burning as he grinned at his partner. "See? I told you wearing a costume would be a good idea."
Draco returned his smile. "You're not going to insist on me attending the party tonight, are you?"
Harry leaned in and whispered, "Hell no. I want you all to myself tonight."
"Oh really?" Draco teased.
"Really," Harry agreed. "Oh, and Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"Wear the 'costume'."