Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2007-08-08 18:13:00 |
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HP fic: Nothing Promised, No Regrets [Draco/Harry, adult]
Title: Nothing Promised, No Regrets
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: adult
Warnings: a bit of Parselsmut. Infidelity. Otherwise relatively vanilla, if explicit.
Summary: Draco doesn't do relationships, but curiosity makes him accept an invitation from Harry nonetheless. Sequel to "Teeth of the Hydra."
Notes: The title is taken from "Voulez-Vous," by ABBA. Thanks to thrihyrne for the beta! All remaining infelicities or errors are, of course, mine own. [/pedantry]
Draco woke with a splitting headache and a mouth that tasted like the bottom of an owl cage. Not that he had ever tasted the bottom of an owl cage to find out, but he imagined it would be about this revolting. He stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth. The mirror told him that he was in parlous shape indeed, and he splashed cold water on his face, trying to remember just why he had decided to let himself become so very drunk last night. He knew his own limits and generally stuck to them.
Oh. Potter. He had brought Potter home and fucked him, and then stayed up drinking brandy afterward. No wonder he felt like shit. Thank goodness it was Saturday.
In the kitchen, he rummaged on the shelves to find a bottle of hangover potion, and drank it off quickly, grimacing at the taste. It worked quickly, at any rate. Within moments he felt almost human again and put on the kettle to make tea. A glance at the clock told him that it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon, and Draco thought about what he would do for the rest of the day. Very little, he decided. He was dozing under the crumpled pages of the Daily Prophet, a half-drunk cup of cold tea sitting beside him, when a tap on the window disturbed his rest.
A barn owl gazed at him unblinkingly and raised its leg for Draco to remove the message tied around it.
"Just a moment," Draco told it, and went to fetch an Owl Treat from the kitchen. The owl hooted, clearly waiting for Draco to read the note.
Draco, it said. Want to meet up at the Blue Rose tonight? Miles.
Draco found a quill, turned the note over, and scribbled, Only if it's early. Bit of a late night last night. I'll be there at ten.
He went back to the paper after the owl had flown away. If Miles turned up on time, well and good. If not, Draco would have a drink or two, see if there was anyone else who caught his eye, or simply come home. He flipped through the pages, absently noting that the Magpies had defeated the Cannons 310 to 80. No surprise there. He wondered again why on earth Harry Potter had chosen to become a backer for the Cannons. Thinking of which... Draco flipped to the gossip column, scanning it. Rather to his relief, neither his name nor Harry's was mentioned, though their encounter had occurred late enough that it might not make it until tomorrow's edition. He wondered what chance there was that he might see Potter at the club tonight. Probably not much. He had never seen Harry at the Blue Rose, only at Charon. And then only on a Friday night, never a Saturday.
As it turned out, Miles did meet Draco, only a few minutes after ten, and Draco allowed himself to be persuaded to go back to Miles's place afterward. The man was a bloody good shag.