So Much For Resoluton
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lokifan_importTitle: So Much For Resolution
Word count: 400
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco, Blaise/Draco
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Authors Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dracoharry100’s current challenge, resolution. Sequel to So Much For Being A Gryffindor
Harry’s New Year’s resolution was to ask out Draco Malfoy.
He’d even written it down. Hermione, typically, had organised a little party game for the early arrivers at her New Year’s Eve bash: everyone wrote down their resolution, then the slips of paper were mixed up, read out and everyone guessed who’d written down which.
No one had had much trouble guessing who’d written ask out Malfoy, buy him expensive wine and then have lots of sex. Harry now tried to ask Malfoy out every morning, failed, and went to a friend’s office to whine about it.
He needed alcohol.
~*~
He went into Hermione’s kitchen and poured himself some champagne. As he sipped the bubbly, noise erupted from the next room before dropping to a dull roar: new arrivals.
He didn’t move. Hermione undoubtedly would’ve invited lots of people, some of whom he wouldn’t know. Hermione’s friends were usually too polite to actually ask for an autograph; instead, they’d stare for a few seconds then scurry away in embarrassment.
Her work friends wouldn’t, though: most Unspeakables were Slytherins.
He could ask them about Draco! How he was, if he was seeing someone, if the someone could be disposed of easily...
~*~
Harry turned for the door, and stopped short. Draco was standing in the doorway. The sight of the tall, slim man with his snowy hair and skin seemed to hit Harry low in the stomach, and for a moment all he could do was stare.
“What?” Draco said, shoulders hunching under his gaze.
“Nothing,” Harry said quickly. “Nothing at all.”
“Okay...” Draco’s grey eyes were clouded with uncertainty. He looked down, then bent over. Harry was about to accuse Draco of deliberate cruelty when he stood up again, holding one of the slips of paper with resolutions on from earlier.
~*~
Draco stared down at the paper. He looked adorable with that confused expression, and Harry felt a smile crease his face as he watched Draco frown in consternation. Then Draco looked up, directly into Harry’s eyes. Harry stopped smiling, hoping he hadn’t noticed.
Draco read, “‘ask out Malfoy, buy him expensive wine and then have lots of sex’. Who wrote this?”
Oh. Shit.
“I – er – ”
“You obviously know,” Draco said, exasperated. “Please just tell me.”
“I wrote it.”
The deep, seductive voice rang out in the kitchen. Draco started to smile.
He hugged Blaise back, and Harry considered murder.
ETA: continued in Possessive Bastard
Word count: 400
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco, Blaise/Draco
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Authors Notes: Written for
dracoharry100’s current challenge, resolution. Sequel to So Much For Being A Gryffindor Harry’s New Year’s resolution was to ask out Draco Malfoy.
He’d even written it down. Hermione, typically, had organised a little party game for the early arrivers at her New Year’s Eve bash: everyone wrote down their resolution, then the slips of paper were mixed up, read out and everyone guessed who’d written down which.
No one had had much trouble guessing who’d written ask out Malfoy, buy him expensive wine and then have lots of sex. Harry now tried to ask Malfoy out every morning, failed, and went to a friend’s office to whine about it.
He needed alcohol.
He went into Hermione’s kitchen and poured himself some champagne. As he sipped the bubbly, noise erupted from the next room before dropping to a dull roar: new arrivals.
He didn’t move. Hermione undoubtedly would’ve invited lots of people, some of whom he wouldn’t know. Hermione’s friends were usually too polite to actually ask for an autograph; instead, they’d stare for a few seconds then scurry away in embarrassment.
Her work friends wouldn’t, though: most Unspeakables were Slytherins.
He could ask them about Draco! How he was, if he was seeing someone, if the someone could be disposed of easily...
Harry turned for the door, and stopped short. Draco was standing in the doorway. The sight of the tall, slim man with his snowy hair and skin seemed to hit Harry low in the stomach, and for a moment all he could do was stare.
“What?” Draco said, shoulders hunching under his gaze.
“Nothing,” Harry said quickly. “Nothing at all.”
“Okay...” Draco’s grey eyes were clouded with uncertainty. He looked down, then bent over. Harry was about to accuse Draco of deliberate cruelty when he stood up again, holding one of the slips of paper with resolutions on from earlier.
Draco stared down at the paper. He looked adorable with that confused expression, and Harry felt a smile crease his face as he watched Draco frown in consternation. Then Draco looked up, directly into Harry’s eyes. Harry stopped smiling, hoping he hadn’t noticed.
Draco read, “‘ask out Malfoy, buy him expensive wine and then have lots of sex’. Who wrote this?”
Oh. Shit.
“I – er – ”
“You obviously know,” Draco said, exasperated. “Please just tell me.”
“I wrote it.”
The deep, seductive voice rang out in the kitchen. Draco started to smile.
He hugged Blaise back, and Harry considered murder.
ETA: continued in Possessive Bastard
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