All I Want for Christmas (Is You) - Christmas Dreaming
Title: Christmas Dreaming
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 631
Characters/Pairings: Draco, Pansy (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Cute baristas and pushy Pansy. *grins*
Summary: Draco comes to a realization.
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.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 8 - Hot Chocolate, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Peppermint. Part eight of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
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Part One
"That barista’s rather fit, don’t you think?"
Draco didn’t even have to look to know who Pansy was referring to. The man had caught Draco’s eye as soon as they walked into the coffee shop a minute ago. He was fit, with broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his t-shirt just right and chiseled cheekbones that were to die for. Draco would have happily been all over that if only he had seen him a week ago. Looking at him now, he felt absolutely nothing besides pleased that the man seemed to be competent at his job.
This was all Potter’s fault, of course.
"I suppose, if you like that sort of thing," he said noncommittally.
"Who doesn’t?" Pansy said with a snort, narrowing her eyes at him. "And what’s gotten into you today? You usually love ogling hot strangers with me."
Before Draco could come up with an answer to that, Pansy’s eyes widened and she gasped dramatically. A few of the people around them in line turned to stare at her, but she paid them no mind. "You haven’t told me how your little outing went the other night! Has something finally happened with Golden Boy? Draco Malfoy, you tell me everything this instant!"
There was just no use in arguing with Pansy when she got like this, Draco knew from experience. He sighed and felt himself flush under her intense gaze.
"No, Pans, nothing happened between us. Not like you’re thinking."
But you wish it would.
Sometimes Draco wished his brain would kindly shut the hell up.
"Oh, don’t even try to give me that vague non-answer! I said tell me everything. If not hot, long overdue sex, then what happened?"
Draco happily put a pause on the integration taking place to give his order to Mr. Hot Barista, who smiled at him, showing off adorable dimples. The only thing Draco could think was that he’d look better if he had black messy hair and glasses.
Merlin help him.
When they’d both ordered and moved to the side to wait for their drinks, Pansy pouted at him.
"Honestly, it was nothing. We were walking around looking at the ridiculous lights displays the muggles put up and Teddy found a card on the ground. Potter read it, but I didn’t realize. I thought he was asking me to..." He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
"What did the card say, Draco?" Pansy was smirking, the cheeky devil. Draco took a deep, fortifying breath. He just knew she was going to laugh at him.
"If you must know, it said, 'let’s make out.'"
She did laugh. Draco couldn’t really blame her; if it had happened to anyone other than himself, he’d be laughing too.
"Large peppermint hot chocolate for Draco!"
He left Pansy there laughing to go fetch his drink. Dimples smiled again as he handed Draco the warm mug and saucer, and Draco merely nodded at him before going to find a table. He really needed to figure out what to do about his feelings for Harry, and soon.
It wasn’t until he was sitting down at a table by the window, looking at the little heart on top of his cocoa, that he realized what he’d just thought. He had feelings for Harry. Not the kind of superficial, fleeting feelings he usually felt for the few one-offs he’d indulged in over the past three years, but real feelings.
Well, shite.
"Why do you look like you’ve swallowed a handful of Cockroach Clusters?" Pansy had gotten her own drink and sat in the chair opposite him without Draco noticing. She looked torn between amusement and concern.
"I think. I think I might actually fancy Potter." Pansy sighed and reached over to pat his hand sympathetically.
"Oh, sweetie. I know."
TBC...
Part Nine
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 631
Characters/Pairings: Draco, Pansy (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Cute baristas and pushy Pansy. *grins*
Summary: Draco comes to a realization.
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.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 8 - Hot Chocolate, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Peppermint. Part eight of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
Read on AO3
Part One
"That barista’s rather fit, don’t you think?"
Draco didn’t even have to look to know who Pansy was referring to. The man had caught Draco’s eye as soon as they walked into the coffee shop a minute ago. He was fit, with broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his t-shirt just right and chiseled cheekbones that were to die for. Draco would have happily been all over that if only he had seen him a week ago. Looking at him now, he felt absolutely nothing besides pleased that the man seemed to be competent at his job.
This was all Potter’s fault, of course.
"I suppose, if you like that sort of thing," he said noncommittally.
"Who doesn’t?" Pansy said with a snort, narrowing her eyes at him. "And what’s gotten into you today? You usually love ogling hot strangers with me."
Before Draco could come up with an answer to that, Pansy’s eyes widened and she gasped dramatically. A few of the people around them in line turned to stare at her, but she paid them no mind. "You haven’t told me how your little outing went the other night! Has something finally happened with Golden Boy? Draco Malfoy, you tell me everything this instant!"
There was just no use in arguing with Pansy when she got like this, Draco knew from experience. He sighed and felt himself flush under her intense gaze.
"No, Pans, nothing happened between us. Not like you’re thinking."
But you wish it would.
Sometimes Draco wished his brain would kindly shut the hell up.
"Oh, don’t even try to give me that vague non-answer! I said tell me everything. If not hot, long overdue sex, then what happened?"
Draco happily put a pause on the integration taking place to give his order to Mr. Hot Barista, who smiled at him, showing off adorable dimples. The only thing Draco could think was that he’d look better if he had black messy hair and glasses.
Merlin help him.
When they’d both ordered and moved to the side to wait for their drinks, Pansy pouted at him.
"Honestly, it was nothing. We were walking around looking at the ridiculous lights displays the muggles put up and Teddy found a card on the ground. Potter read it, but I didn’t realize. I thought he was asking me to..." He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
"What did the card say, Draco?" Pansy was smirking, the cheeky devil. Draco took a deep, fortifying breath. He just knew she was going to laugh at him.
"If you must know, it said, 'let’s make out.'"
She did laugh. Draco couldn’t really blame her; if it had happened to anyone other than himself, he’d be laughing too.
"Large peppermint hot chocolate for Draco!"
He left Pansy there laughing to go fetch his drink. Dimples smiled again as he handed Draco the warm mug and saucer, and Draco merely nodded at him before going to find a table. He really needed to figure out what to do about his feelings for Harry, and soon.
It wasn’t until he was sitting down at a table by the window, looking at the little heart on top of his cocoa, that he realized what he’d just thought. He had feelings for Harry. Not the kind of superficial, fleeting feelings he usually felt for the few one-offs he’d indulged in over the past three years, but real feelings.
Well, shite.
"Why do you look like you’ve swallowed a handful of Cockroach Clusters?" Pansy had gotten her own drink and sat in the chair opposite him without Draco noticing. She looked torn between amusement and concern.
"I think. I think I might actually fancy Potter." Pansy sighed and reached over to pat his hand sympathetically.
"Oh, sweetie. I know."
TBC...
Part Nine