Fic: Whine Time
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alisanneTitle: Whine Time
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 540
Warnings: None.
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slythindor100's prompt # 8: Toilet, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Gluhwein / mulled wine. Part 8 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Whine Time
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As Harry turned to go to the kitchen, however, Malfoy began following him. “You don’t have to come with me,” he said. “I’ll bring the tea in here.”
Malfoy gave him a scornful look. “Have you forgotten? I vowed not to leave your presence before you finished your explanation. Where you go, I go.”
“Oh. Right.” Harry coughed. “Although, what if I have to use the toilet?”
“Charming, Potter.” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “If necessary I can stand there with my eyes averted while you do your…business.”
“You must be joking!” yelped Harry.
“The solution is in your hands, so to speak.” Malfoy smirked. “Finish your explanation, and I can leave.”
“It’s not that simple,” said Harry, gesturing for Malfoy to follow him. “Like everything involving you, it’s complicated.”
“I’m complicated?” Malfoy walked behind him towards the kitchen. “You’re the one who had to explain his position. All I wanted was a simple shag.”
Harry stopped abruptly, spinning to face Malfoy. “Oh really?” he said. “From what I overheard that night at Harrods, you’ve had a crush on me for years, and I told you, I fancy you, too. Do you honestly think one shag would be enough? For either of us?”
Malfoy stared at him. “I…assumed it was all you’d be willing to—” He coughed.
“Hm.” Leaning in, Harry whispered, “You’re worth more than that, you know. Maybe I want to keep you with me until you begin to believe that, too.” And as Malfoy’s eyes widened, Harry winked. “Now…tea?”
“If it’s all the same to you,” said Malfoy, his voice soft, unsure, “I believe I may need something a bit stronger than tea.”
Harry nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.” Taking Malfoy’s elbow, he steered him into the kitchen. “Have a seat.”
As Malfoy sat watching him, Harry searched for liquor. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much. “All I have is a tiny bit of Old Ogden’s, or some Gluhwein.”
Malfoy blinked. “You have German mulled wine? Why?”
Harry shrugged. “People send me stuff.”
“That’s a very specific gift, though.” Malfoy shook his head. “Fine, I’ll have some Gluhwein. I’m still chilled from our roll in the snow earlier.”
Harry smirked, Summoning two goblets and opening the wine. “Hey, you have only yourself to blame for that. You started the snowball fight, remember?”
“Yes. Alas, I’m sober now,” said Malfoy, accepting a steaming goblet, taking a sip. “Mmm. Did you know they bottle this stuff in Germany and guarantee it’ll be as hot as when it was first created? There’s some sort of proprietary process they use.”
“No, I didn’t know that.” Harry sipped cautiously. “Hey, that’s not bad.”
“You’ve never had it?”
“Nope.” Sitting down across from Malfoy, Harry smiled. “I draw the line at drinking alone.” He raised an eyebrow as Malfoy guzzled his wine, holding out his goblet for more. “Hey, go easy on that. You don’t want to get drunk again too quickly.”
“Don’t I?” Malfoy huffed. “Something tells me this discussion we’re about to have will go a lot more smoothly if we’re less than sober.”
Harry sighed. “You could be right.”
“Oh, I know I am.” His goblet full again, Malfoy toasted Harry. “Salut. Drink up.”
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Continued in Deep Conversation (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 540
Warnings: None.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 8: Toilet, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Gluhwein / mulled wine. Part 8 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Whine Time
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As Harry turned to go to the kitchen, however, Malfoy began following him. “You don’t have to come with me,” he said. “I’ll bring the tea in here.”
Malfoy gave him a scornful look. “Have you forgotten? I vowed not to leave your presence before you finished your explanation. Where you go, I go.”
“Oh. Right.” Harry coughed. “Although, what if I have to use the toilet?”
“Charming, Potter.” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “If necessary I can stand there with my eyes averted while you do your…business.”
“You must be joking!” yelped Harry.
“The solution is in your hands, so to speak.” Malfoy smirked. “Finish your explanation, and I can leave.”
“It’s not that simple,” said Harry, gesturing for Malfoy to follow him. “Like everything involving you, it’s complicated.”
“I’m complicated?” Malfoy walked behind him towards the kitchen. “You’re the one who had to explain his position. All I wanted was a simple shag.”
Harry stopped abruptly, spinning to face Malfoy. “Oh really?” he said. “From what I overheard that night at Harrods, you’ve had a crush on me for years, and I told you, I fancy you, too. Do you honestly think one shag would be enough? For either of us?”
Malfoy stared at him. “I…assumed it was all you’d be willing to—” He coughed.
“Hm.” Leaning in, Harry whispered, “You’re worth more than that, you know. Maybe I want to keep you with me until you begin to believe that, too.” And as Malfoy’s eyes widened, Harry winked. “Now…tea?”
“If it’s all the same to you,” said Malfoy, his voice soft, unsure, “I believe I may need something a bit stronger than tea.”
Harry nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.” Taking Malfoy’s elbow, he steered him into the kitchen. “Have a seat.”
As Malfoy sat watching him, Harry searched for liquor. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much. “All I have is a tiny bit of Old Ogden’s, or some Gluhwein.”
Malfoy blinked. “You have German mulled wine? Why?”
Harry shrugged. “People send me stuff.”
“That’s a very specific gift, though.” Malfoy shook his head. “Fine, I’ll have some Gluhwein. I’m still chilled from our roll in the snow earlier.”
Harry smirked, Summoning two goblets and opening the wine. “Hey, you have only yourself to blame for that. You started the snowball fight, remember?”
“Yes. Alas, I’m sober now,” said Malfoy, accepting a steaming goblet, taking a sip. “Mmm. Did you know they bottle this stuff in Germany and guarantee it’ll be as hot as when it was first created? There’s some sort of proprietary process they use.”
“No, I didn’t know that.” Harry sipped cautiously. “Hey, that’s not bad.”
“You’ve never had it?”
“Nope.” Sitting down across from Malfoy, Harry smiled. “I draw the line at drinking alone.” He raised an eyebrow as Malfoy guzzled his wine, holding out his goblet for more. “Hey, go easy on that. You don’t want to get drunk again too quickly.”
“Don’t I?” Malfoy huffed. “Something tells me this discussion we’re about to have will go a lot more smoothly if we’re less than sober.”
Harry sighed. “You could be right.”
“Oh, I know I am.” His goblet full again, Malfoy toasted Harry. “Salut. Drink up.”
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Continued in Deep Conversation (LJ/IJ/DW).
