digthewriter (digthewriter) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2014-12-18 15:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: digthewriter, dec18, fandom: harry potter, year: 2014 |
Day18. Harry Potter. Harry/Draco. Determined Draco IX
Title: Determined Draco IX
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 510
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
They settled on the sofa by the fire in the den, nearly having forgotten the world that was around them. Draco had almost forgotten that he was still at his parents’ house and if it weren’t for his father’s loud clearing of his throat, he would have happily lived in that fantasy.
“Mr Malfoy!” Potter said, startled by Draco’s father’s presence, pushed himself off the sofa chair and away from Draco.
Lucius Malfoy raised an eyebrow and then gave both Draco and Potter a look of pure disdain. “If you cannot be civil in public, I do not understand why you even leave our house, Potter. Draco, I expected better from you. I figured something like this was bound to happen once you were shacked up with Potter, but, really. This is still my house.”
“We haven’t—I mean we don’t—” Potter was fumbling over his words and Draco felt bad that Potter was bearing the brunt for him.
“Father. I apologise. We were being disrespectful. You’re right.” Draco stood up off the sofa chair as well and straightened his clothes. “If you’ll excuse us, we will say goodbye to Mother and be on our way. Come on, Potter.” Draco pulled on Potter’s arm and led him out of the room.
There was no point in telling his father that this was the first time they’d kissed even though they’d been living together for years. His father wouldn’t believe them, nor would he actually care.
“Why are we leaving?” Potter asked as Draco dragged him back to his mother’s study. “What about tea?”
Draco stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Potter. “Really? You just told me that you’re in love with me. We were caught snogging by my father in his den, and you want tea?” Potter was clearly influenced easily by the likes of Ron Weasley.
“I don’t want tea,” Potter argued. “I just think it’s rude to leave like this and well—maybe you’re right. We should go home and talk about this.”
Draco nodded and headed towards his mother’s study again. When they entered the room, Draco’s mother’s gaze immediately went towards Draco’s hand that was holding Potter’s.
Oh.
“If I had known that giving Draco the nudge in the right direction would work this fast, I would have encouraged him a long time ago,” she said and nodded towards Potter.
Potter nodded in return, gave her a soft smile, and squeezed Draco’s hand lightly.
“Thank you for having me over, Mother,” Draco said. They said their goodbyes and Draco let Potter Apparate them back to Grimmauld Place.
Once they arrived, Draco hadn’t expected things to get so awkward so fast.
“So, I guess we should talk,” Potter said and let go of Draco’s hand. He walked up to liquor cabinet and served them both two shots of Firewhisky.
“You wanted tea, now you’re having Firewhisky?” Draco asked.
“Well. Tea was to be polite. This is to be honest.”
“Very well then,” Draco said, and took a seat across from Potter. “Let’s talk.”