Fic: Homecoming - Part 4
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alisanneTitle: Homecoming - Part 4
Author:alisanne
Word count: 728
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
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slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #4: Butterbeer.
Summary: Harry entertains his client.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 4 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 3 (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Homecoming - Part 4
~
When Harry returned to the conference room, he was calmer. He’d been under a lot of stress lately, and it was making his imagination work overtime. Yes, that was it. All he needed was a good night’s sleep. Things would be better after the holidays. Everyone got stressed during the hols, right?
Talking a calming breath, he opened the door to the conference room, a professional smile pasted on his face. “Here you are, Mr Malfoy,” he said. “I’ve made copies of your documents, and I’ll get to work right away on them.”
Malfoy, who was again standing by the window, turned and nodded. “Lovely.” As he walked towards Harry, he hummed. “There’s just one other thing.”
“Oh?” Harry strove to keep his professional mien. “And what’s that?”
“Would you like to have a drink with me?”
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
Malfoy’s mouth quirked. “A drink. You and me. Together. Perhaps at a nearby pub?”
Harry cleared his throat. “I’m afraid I can’t be seen fraternising with a client.”
Malfoy shrugged. “Then let’s not be seen. You do get a lunch, yes?”
“I—” Fuck but Harry was tempted. He licked his lips. “Yes, but—”
“Then let’s take it now.” Malfoy eyed the clock on the wall. “It’s close enough to noon that it’s acceptable, is it not?”
“I can’t drink and then return to work.”
“Then you can have something light. A Butterbeer perhaps?”
Harry frowned. “A what?”
Malfoy smirked. “You’ve never had a Butterbeer? Well, that settles it. We’re going.”
“But—” The words froze on Harry’s tongue when Malfoy grasped his arm. Warmth spread up his arm from that touch. Harry bit back a whimper. “Let me drop the papers off at my desk,” he said.
“I’ll be waiting by the lifts.” Malfoy leaned in until his lips were close to Harry’s ear. “If you hurry, I’ll tell your boss you did an exceptional job.”
Swallowing hard, Harry nodded abruptly and turned away. He practically ran to his desk, depositing the papers in a drawer before grabbing his coat. As promised, Malfoy was waiting by the lifts.
It was cold but clear outside, and as they walked away from Parker and Kent, Harry said, “There’s a pub just down the street.”
Malfoy hummed. “Ah, but I bet they don’t have what we need.”
“What we need?” Harry replied weakly.
Malfoy shot him a indecipherable look. “Butterbeer, remember? This way.”
Malfoy led him down a couple of alleys and within a few moments, Harry was lost. Malfoy clasped his arm. “Hold on,” he murmured.
“Wh—” There was a moment of dizzying disorientation where Harry felt like he was being squeezed. He shook his head, and when his vision cleared, he was standing in front of a dodgy looking pub. “Bloody hell, where are we?”
Malfoy nodded at the sign over the door.
“The Leaky Cauldron?”
“Best Butterbeer in Mu— in London,” said Malfoy, leading Harry inside.
As they walked in, everyone looked up and a hush fell over the room. Malfoy ignored it, steering Harry over to a corner booth. “Sit.”
Harry looked around. “Why’s everyone staring?” he hissed.
“We’re not locals.” Malfoy slid into the booth. “Now sit.”
Reluctantly, Harry sat, still looking around. He frowned when he saw a couple of off-looking characters. They almost didn’t look human… “Hey, are those cosplayers?”
Malfoy followed the direction of his gaze. “Oh, yes. I’m sure they are,” he said vaguely. He caught the bartender’s eye and held up two fingers.
The man nodded and within minutes, there was a mug of something frothy and warm in front of Harry.
“Go on, try it,” said Malfoy.
Harry sipped tentatively. “Delicious,” he said. He took a bigger gulp.
Malfoy nodded. “Knew you’d like it.”
Harry licked his lips and drank some more. This was madness! What was he doing? “I should be at work,” he said.
Malfoy hummed. “You can consider this work, can’t you? Doesn’t your firm entertain clients?”
Harry laughed. “Not me. I just do the grunt work.”
“Is that so?” Malfoy started at him for a moment. “And this is what you want to do with your life?”
“I guess.” Harry looked away. “It’s where I’ve ended up. Is that why did you brought me here? To ask about my job?”
Malfoy’s smile made Harry shiver. “Well, I must admit, I had an ulterior motive.”
~
Part 5 (LJ/IJ/DW.)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 728
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #4: Butterbeer.Summary: Harry entertains his client.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: This is part 4 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 3 (LJ/IJ/DW).
~
Homecoming - Part 4
~
When Harry returned to the conference room, he was calmer. He’d been under a lot of stress lately, and it was making his imagination work overtime. Yes, that was it. All he needed was a good night’s sleep. Things would be better after the holidays. Everyone got stressed during the hols, right?
Talking a calming breath, he opened the door to the conference room, a professional smile pasted on his face. “Here you are, Mr Malfoy,” he said. “I’ve made copies of your documents, and I’ll get to work right away on them.”
Malfoy, who was again standing by the window, turned and nodded. “Lovely.” As he walked towards Harry, he hummed. “There’s just one other thing.”
“Oh?” Harry strove to keep his professional mien. “And what’s that?”
“Would you like to have a drink with me?”
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
Malfoy’s mouth quirked. “A drink. You and me. Together. Perhaps at a nearby pub?”
Harry cleared his throat. “I’m afraid I can’t be seen fraternising with a client.”
Malfoy shrugged. “Then let’s not be seen. You do get a lunch, yes?”
“I—” Fuck but Harry was tempted. He licked his lips. “Yes, but—”
“Then let’s take it now.” Malfoy eyed the clock on the wall. “It’s close enough to noon that it’s acceptable, is it not?”
“I can’t drink and then return to work.”
“Then you can have something light. A Butterbeer perhaps?”
Harry frowned. “A what?”
Malfoy smirked. “You’ve never had a Butterbeer? Well, that settles it. We’re going.”
“But—” The words froze on Harry’s tongue when Malfoy grasped his arm. Warmth spread up his arm from that touch. Harry bit back a whimper. “Let me drop the papers off at my desk,” he said.
“I’ll be waiting by the lifts.” Malfoy leaned in until his lips were close to Harry’s ear. “If you hurry, I’ll tell your boss you did an exceptional job.”
Swallowing hard, Harry nodded abruptly and turned away. He practically ran to his desk, depositing the papers in a drawer before grabbing his coat. As promised, Malfoy was waiting by the lifts.
It was cold but clear outside, and as they walked away from Parker and Kent, Harry said, “There’s a pub just down the street.”
Malfoy hummed. “Ah, but I bet they don’t have what we need.”
“What we need?” Harry replied weakly.
Malfoy shot him a indecipherable look. “Butterbeer, remember? This way.”
Malfoy led him down a couple of alleys and within a few moments, Harry was lost. Malfoy clasped his arm. “Hold on,” he murmured.
“Wh—” There was a moment of dizzying disorientation where Harry felt like he was being squeezed. He shook his head, and when his vision cleared, he was standing in front of a dodgy looking pub. “Bloody hell, where are we?”
Malfoy nodded at the sign over the door.
“The Leaky Cauldron?”
“Best Butterbeer in Mu— in London,” said Malfoy, leading Harry inside.
As they walked in, everyone looked up and a hush fell over the room. Malfoy ignored it, steering Harry over to a corner booth. “Sit.”
Harry looked around. “Why’s everyone staring?” he hissed.
“We’re not locals.” Malfoy slid into the booth. “Now sit.”
Reluctantly, Harry sat, still looking around. He frowned when he saw a couple of off-looking characters. They almost didn’t look human… “Hey, are those cosplayers?”
Malfoy followed the direction of his gaze. “Oh, yes. I’m sure they are,” he said vaguely. He caught the bartender’s eye and held up two fingers.
The man nodded and within minutes, there was a mug of something frothy and warm in front of Harry.
“Go on, try it,” said Malfoy.
Harry sipped tentatively. “Delicious,” he said. He took a bigger gulp.
Malfoy nodded. “Knew you’d like it.”
Harry licked his lips and drank some more. This was madness! What was he doing? “I should be at work,” he said.
Malfoy hummed. “You can consider this work, can’t you? Doesn’t your firm entertain clients?”
Harry laughed. “Not me. I just do the grunt work.”
“Is that so?” Malfoy started at him for a moment. “And this is what you want to do with your life?”
“I guess.” Harry looked away. “It’s where I’ve ended up. Is that why did you brought me here? To ask about my job?”
Malfoy’s smile made Harry shiver. “Well, I must admit, I had an ulterior motive.”
~
Part 5 (LJ/IJ/DW.)
