Dragon Brew 66
Title: Dragon Brew 66
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron, ofcs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 66 - photo prompt (ground and instant coffee)
Summary: Harry wreaks havoc.
It was a hard day at the Ministry, in every sense of the word. Harry found it difficult to concentrate when all he could think of was Malfoy wearing his pants. Instead of working through his lunch, as per usual, Harry went home and had a wank. Fortunately, the most important item on his agenda for the day was finishing up the paperwork on the Postlethwaite case.
Once he sent the report on its way, Harry was momentarily at loose ends. That would never do; he'd simply fantasize himself into a lustful frenzy again. Desperate for a distraction, Harry decided to sneak into Ron's office and nick something. Anything. He simply needed to shift his focus away from Malfoy.
The fact that Ron was in his office was simply extra incentive. Harry walked on by without garnering his friend's attention, plucked a piece of parchment from a random desk and a quill from another, and wrote a note. He sent it off and returned to Ron's office. Slumping into the seat across from Ron, Harry asked, "Which case are you working, mate?"
"Eh, Phillip and I are still trying to track down a witness from that burglary at Borgin and Burkes."
"I don't imagine someone would be willing to come forward and volunteer he'd been there, yeah?"
Ron snorted. "Say, while you're here, Harry-"
He was interrupted when a message came zipping in and landed on his desk. Ron opened it, frowned, and rolled his eyes.
Harry adopted a concerned expression. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Ron replied. "I'm being summoned to the holding cells. Seems they have someone down there who claims he'll only talk to me."
They stood at the same time. "We'll catch up later, yeah?" said Harry. He frowned and patted his pockets, then began looking around.
"Did you lose something, Harry?"
"If not here, then somewhere else," said Harry. "I'll take a quick look. You go on."
Ron nodded and gave Harry a half wave as he sauntered out the door.
Harry waited until he was out of sight before snatching the Beater's bat off of the shelf behind Ron's desk. It had been signed by one of the Chudley Cannons. Harry shrank it and tucked it into his pocket, wondering how long it would take Ron to notice it was missing.
By the time Harry left the Ministry for the evening, he had not heard anything from Ron. Either his friend was extremely busy, extremely unobservant, or extremely hacked off and plotting revenge. Harry hoped it wasn't the latter. He checked the time and realized he could still stop in at Dragon Brew before it closed. Harry intended to reclaim his pants...by peeling them off of Malfoy.
When Harry stepped into Dragon Brew, he was surprised by how busy it was. An entire flock of elderly witches turned to look at him, including the Twin Terrors.
"Auror Potter," chirped Ethel. "Are you here to attend our meeting?"
"Erm, um, I was simply hoping to get a...a fairy cake before heading home for the day," Harry stammered. He scuttled to the counter before anyone else could waylay him. Malfoy was there, meticulously arranging items on a wooden tray.
"Potter, come to join the old biddies club, have you?"
"What? No. Wanker. What's going on?"
Malfoy glanced up and grinned. "Ethel and Mabel are members of a group of ladies who meet each month to expand their horizons by learning new things. Miss Ethel herself asked if I would give a presentation on the fine art of coffee brewing, seeing as how most of the ladies are strictly tea drinkers. I intend to demonstrate the difference between substandard instant coffee and that brewed from freshly ground beans. Would you care to stay and observe?"
"Will there be sex afterwards?"
Malfoy barked out a laugh that had several of the old biddies looking in their direction. "If I indulge you, Auror Potter, I'll have to indulge the rest of them."
Harry winced. "Okay, just give me a fairy cake to go."
Dragon Brew 67
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron, ofcs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 66 - photo prompt (ground and instant coffee)
Summary: Harry wreaks havoc.
It was a hard day at the Ministry, in every sense of the word. Harry found it difficult to concentrate when all he could think of was Malfoy wearing his pants. Instead of working through his lunch, as per usual, Harry went home and had a wank. Fortunately, the most important item on his agenda for the day was finishing up the paperwork on the Postlethwaite case.
Once he sent the report on its way, Harry was momentarily at loose ends. That would never do; he'd simply fantasize himself into a lustful frenzy again. Desperate for a distraction, Harry decided to sneak into Ron's office and nick something. Anything. He simply needed to shift his focus away from Malfoy.
The fact that Ron was in his office was simply extra incentive. Harry walked on by without garnering his friend's attention, plucked a piece of parchment from a random desk and a quill from another, and wrote a note. He sent it off and returned to Ron's office. Slumping into the seat across from Ron, Harry asked, "Which case are you working, mate?"
"Eh, Phillip and I are still trying to track down a witness from that burglary at Borgin and Burkes."
"I don't imagine someone would be willing to come forward and volunteer he'd been there, yeah?"
Ron snorted. "Say, while you're here, Harry-"
He was interrupted when a message came zipping in and landed on his desk. Ron opened it, frowned, and rolled his eyes.
Harry adopted a concerned expression. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Ron replied. "I'm being summoned to the holding cells. Seems they have someone down there who claims he'll only talk to me."
They stood at the same time. "We'll catch up later, yeah?" said Harry. He frowned and patted his pockets, then began looking around.
"Did you lose something, Harry?"
"If not here, then somewhere else," said Harry. "I'll take a quick look. You go on."
Ron nodded and gave Harry a half wave as he sauntered out the door.
Harry waited until he was out of sight before snatching the Beater's bat off of the shelf behind Ron's desk. It had been signed by one of the Chudley Cannons. Harry shrank it and tucked it into his pocket, wondering how long it would take Ron to notice it was missing.
By the time Harry left the Ministry for the evening, he had not heard anything from Ron. Either his friend was extremely busy, extremely unobservant, or extremely hacked off and plotting revenge. Harry hoped it wasn't the latter. He checked the time and realized he could still stop in at Dragon Brew before it closed. Harry intended to reclaim his pants...by peeling them off of Malfoy.
When Harry stepped into Dragon Brew, he was surprised by how busy it was. An entire flock of elderly witches turned to look at him, including the Twin Terrors.
"Auror Potter," chirped Ethel. "Are you here to attend our meeting?"
"Erm, um, I was simply hoping to get a...a fairy cake before heading home for the day," Harry stammered. He scuttled to the counter before anyone else could waylay him. Malfoy was there, meticulously arranging items on a wooden tray.
"Potter, come to join the old biddies club, have you?"
"What? No. Wanker. What's going on?"
Malfoy glanced up and grinned. "Ethel and Mabel are members of a group of ladies who meet each month to expand their horizons by learning new things. Miss Ethel herself asked if I would give a presentation on the fine art of coffee brewing, seeing as how most of the ladies are strictly tea drinkers. I intend to demonstrate the difference between substandard instant coffee and that brewed from freshly ground beans. Would you care to stay and observe?"
"Will there be sex afterwards?"
Malfoy barked out a laugh that had several of the old biddies looking in their direction. "If I indulge you, Auror Potter, I'll have to indulge the rest of them."
Harry winced. "Okay, just give me a fairy cake to go."
Dragon Brew 67