Drabble: Being Responsible
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alisanneTitle: Being Responsible
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
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dracoharry100's prompt #368: Responsible.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Authors Notes: The next part of my Pub Night Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Being Responsible
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They cuddled, weak sunlight filtering through the windows. Draco ignored his pessimistic thoughts, basking instead in Harry’s presence. He was quite tactile, a trait Draco was beginning to appreciate.
There was a distant buzzing, and Harry froze mid-caress. “Damn,” he muttered, sitting up.
“What’s that?”
“The hospital.” Harry Summoned a dressing gown. “I’ll be right back.”
Draco nodded, straining to hear the conversation when Harry opened the Floo.
“...short-staffed...responsible...sorry for inconvenience--”
When Harry returned, he looked regretful. “They need me to--”
“I heard,” said Draco.
“Sorry.” Harry smiled. “But I bought us an hour. So...shower with me?”
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Continued in Push (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's prompt #368: Responsible.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Betas:
sevfan and emynnAuthors Notes: The next part of my Pub Night Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
~
Being Responsible
~
They cuddled, weak sunlight filtering through the windows. Draco ignored his pessimistic thoughts, basking instead in Harry’s presence. He was quite tactile, a trait Draco was beginning to appreciate.
There was a distant buzzing, and Harry froze mid-caress. “Damn,” he muttered, sitting up.
“What’s that?”
“The hospital.” Harry Summoned a dressing gown. “I’ll be right back.”
Draco nodded, straining to hear the conversation when Harry opened the Floo.
“...short-staffed...responsible...sorry for inconvenience--”
When Harry returned, he looked regretful. “They need me to--”
“I heard,” said Draco.
“Sorry.” Harry smiled. “But I bought us an hour. So...shower with me?”
~
Continued in Push (LJ/IJ/DW).
