A funny thing part 6 / Harry/Draco rated r-ish
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 6
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 717
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta'd, mentions of wanking
Challenge: still missing the boat
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry busied himself getting the shop ready for Saturday. He put out a wedge of clay, a bucket of water and his tools near the wheel in case he had a chance to throw a pot later. The shelves were all filled, business cards on the counter, and a bowl of wrapped sweets full to overflowing. A bell tinkled softly and Harry looked up and smiled.
"Potter's Pots? That's it? No, 'The Boy who lived to make pots' in neon? No, 'Vaquisher of Voldemort' in glitter?"
"Do you have any idea how expensive neon is? And don't get me started on glitter. Body glitter alone for my Sunday matinee show is breaking me." Harry's mouth twitched with mirth.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I was lured here with the promise of coffee."
"Let me lock up and we can go. The shop is just a couple of doors down." Harry made certain his closed sign was turned outward and followed Draco out the door.
They walked in silence until they reached the coffee shop.
Draco shook his head. "I'd have never known it was here. Do you both use the same advertising firm?"
Harry chuckled. "People find us both, not much of a queue now, but there will be in an hour."
"Hi, Harry! Who's this?" The talk dark-haired woman called from behind the counter.
"Morning, Morgan. This is Draco."
"Nice to meet you, Draco. Apparently, our parents shared the same penchant for traditional, eh?"
"We'd like two large coffees, two snakes, two slices of walnut cake and two of the special scones. What kind of coffee do you prefer, Draco?"
"I think the Columbian."
"The Ethiopian for you, Harry?" Morgan asked.
"Yep."
"Snakes? Some sort of breakfast double entendre, Potter? Or perhaps a social comment on present company?"
"They're some sort of "S" shaped Italian almond pastry; sometimes they put eyes and a rattlesnake tail on them. Do you need milk or sugar?"
"I take it black." Draco looked around.
"Order up." Morgan grinned.
"How about that table over there? " Harry nodded toward the corner.
"Fine."
Harry set the tray down and emptied the bag. "She's trying to impress you. Petit fours, mint truffles…she thinks you're classy."
"I am classy, Potter." Draco took a long sip of his coffee. "Mmm."
They ate and drank in quiet for a few minutes.
"So you're a Potions Master now, are you opening a shop or owl business?" Harry asked between bites.
"I was thinking, more about independent research or consulting work. I enjoy experimenting, working out the puzzle."
"So why are you a potter?" Draco grabbed all the truffles and lined them up in front of himself.
Harry shook his head. "You have a sweet tooth to rival Dumbledore's."
Draco looked up sharply.
"I'd always wanted to be an Auror, but by the time Voldemort was dead I was so over it all. I didn't want to go back to Hogwarts and sit NEWTS." He shrugged. "I'm really impressed by everyone who went back and did that though. So I started to look for something else. I used to do little drawings instead of taking notes in class, you're shocked of course. It gave me a place to start and I went and looked into Muggle art classes. Do you need more coffee?"
Draco shook his head. "Keep going."
"So I tried a bunch of different classes. Painting, sculpting did I suck at that, drawing, and then I ran into pots. Clay and I had something. Hermione was shocked to find me reading books about techniques and glazes. Sorry, I'm going on."
"I asked. So twice last night?" Draco grinned slyly.
Harry sputtered his coffee. "Gods! It's one thing to say stuff like that after a few drinks in a dark bar and hope no one remembers. It 's another in the cold light of day whilst trying to appear grown up and slightly sophisticated."
"Well, I was the one accosted in the loo."
Harry chuckled. "Alright. Yes, but this is the last time we talk about my sex life."
"Too bad, I thought it was about to get more interesting." Draco smirked.
Harry's mouth gaped.
Draco winked. "Come on let's get back to your shop. Maybe we can make it to lunch without a fight or a blowjob."
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 717
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta'd, mentions of wanking
Challenge: still missing the boat
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry busied himself getting the shop ready for Saturday. He put out a wedge of clay, a bucket of water and his tools near the wheel in case he had a chance to throw a pot later. The shelves were all filled, business cards on the counter, and a bowl of wrapped sweets full to overflowing. A bell tinkled softly and Harry looked up and smiled.
"Potter's Pots? That's it? No, 'The Boy who lived to make pots' in neon? No, 'Vaquisher of Voldemort' in glitter?"
"Do you have any idea how expensive neon is? And don't get me started on glitter. Body glitter alone for my Sunday matinee show is breaking me." Harry's mouth twitched with mirth.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I was lured here with the promise of coffee."
"Let me lock up and we can go. The shop is just a couple of doors down." Harry made certain his closed sign was turned outward and followed Draco out the door.
They walked in silence until they reached the coffee shop.
Draco shook his head. "I'd have never known it was here. Do you both use the same advertising firm?"
Harry chuckled. "People find us both, not much of a queue now, but there will be in an hour."
"Hi, Harry! Who's this?" The talk dark-haired woman called from behind the counter.
"Morning, Morgan. This is Draco."
"Nice to meet you, Draco. Apparently, our parents shared the same penchant for traditional, eh?"
"We'd like two large coffees, two snakes, two slices of walnut cake and two of the special scones. What kind of coffee do you prefer, Draco?"
"I think the Columbian."
"The Ethiopian for you, Harry?" Morgan asked.
"Yep."
"Snakes? Some sort of breakfast double entendre, Potter? Or perhaps a social comment on present company?"
"They're some sort of "S" shaped Italian almond pastry; sometimes they put eyes and a rattlesnake tail on them. Do you need milk or sugar?"
"I take it black." Draco looked around.
"Order up." Morgan grinned.
"How about that table over there? " Harry nodded toward the corner.
"Fine."
Harry set the tray down and emptied the bag. "She's trying to impress you. Petit fours, mint truffles…she thinks you're classy."
"I am classy, Potter." Draco took a long sip of his coffee. "Mmm."
They ate and drank in quiet for a few minutes.
"So you're a Potions Master now, are you opening a shop or owl business?" Harry asked between bites.
"I was thinking, more about independent research or consulting work. I enjoy experimenting, working out the puzzle."
"So why are you a potter?" Draco grabbed all the truffles and lined them up in front of himself.
Harry shook his head. "You have a sweet tooth to rival Dumbledore's."
Draco looked up sharply.
"I'd always wanted to be an Auror, but by the time Voldemort was dead I was so over it all. I didn't want to go back to Hogwarts and sit NEWTS." He shrugged. "I'm really impressed by everyone who went back and did that though. So I started to look for something else. I used to do little drawings instead of taking notes in class, you're shocked of course. It gave me a place to start and I went and looked into Muggle art classes. Do you need more coffee?"
Draco shook his head. "Keep going."
"So I tried a bunch of different classes. Painting, sculpting did I suck at that, drawing, and then I ran into pots. Clay and I had something. Hermione was shocked to find me reading books about techniques and glazes. Sorry, I'm going on."
"I asked. So twice last night?" Draco grinned slyly.
Harry sputtered his coffee. "Gods! It's one thing to say stuff like that after a few drinks in a dark bar and hope no one remembers. It 's another in the cold light of day whilst trying to appear grown up and slightly sophisticated."
"Well, I was the one accosted in the loo."
Harry chuckled. "Alright. Yes, but this is the last time we talk about my sex life."
"Too bad, I thought it was about to get more interesting." Draco smirked.
Harry's mouth gaped.
Draco winked. "Come on let's get back to your shop. Maybe we can make it to lunch without a fight or a blowjob."