[Fic:]A first date
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smirkingcatTitle: A first date
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 522
Rating: PG
Prompt: chestnuts frying in pan with fire in the background
Warning: none
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: no real witty comment to make today, just glad I got something out
A first date
The air hangs weird between them. It has all night. Not that the "date" has been going badly, but as far as Draco could tell, this is not one of his better dates. And that he doesn't even know if it is a date at all, certainly doesn't help.
They ate at the Leaky Cauldron, and who takes someone for a first date to the Leaky? And it hasn't been dinner either, it has been a late lunch. At least that is what Draco counts it as. And Potter has told him, that he hadn't eaten lunch before either, so there is that.
Draco doesn't understand why Potter has asked him out in the first place. At the Ministry they are on the "nodding and acknowledging that the other one is existing" – stage. Draco wanted to say no, but Harry asked him in the well used tea kitchen, and all the conversations hushed down, waiting to hear his answer. What was he supposed to do? Say no to Harry Potter, the darling of the Ministry, the Press and everybody, where everyone can hear him?
Certainly not.
So here he is, walking down a muggle Christmas-market with Harry Potter while trying not to let the awkwardness disturb him. If they only have something to talk about, but he would not know, how to have a conversation with Potter.
"Look, they are selling some roasted chestnuts over there, want some?" Harry suddenly spoke.
Draco looks to where Potter is pointing and nods. Everything is better than to say something wrong, so chestnuts can only improve their current predicament.
Sadly, the chestnuts have not managed to improve anything. They ate them in silence and then Potter appararated them back to the village close to Malfoy Manor, from where they are now walking back to the Manor.
"I'm sorry," Harry suddenly breaks the silence.
"For what?" Draco asks startled.
"For the lame evening. I mean I enjoyed myself a lot, you are easy company, but it is also a bit difficult to talk to you, you know?"
"Difficult to talk to me? I will have you know, Potter, I am perfectly educated conversationalist, and can exchange opinions with you on innumerous subjects, you just did never start a conversation," Draco says, getting slightly aggregated.
"Err-, right, yes. Sure I know that, I watched you," Harry stubbles on. "That is not what I meant, actually."
"Not what you meant? How else was I supposed to understand such a sentence after an evening spend in silence?"
"It is just difficult to… you know talk to you," Potter repeats himself.
Draco stops and fumes. "What? Do I have the wrong opinions? Is everybody who is not cheering for the Canons or the Harpies evil? Magical theory too boring for you-" Draco starts to go on a rant of epic proportions.
A rant he will never finish, because Potter says a soft: "Fuck it," and then leans forward and kisses him. On the hill in front of his house, in a romantic starlight night.
How was Draco supposed to ever get home again, without remembering this soft and sweet kiss?
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 522
Rating: PG
Prompt: chestnuts frying in pan with fire in the background
Warning: none
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: no real witty comment to make today, just glad I got something out
A first date
The air hangs weird between them. It has all night. Not that the "date" has been going badly, but as far as Draco could tell, this is not one of his better dates. And that he doesn't even know if it is a date at all, certainly doesn't help.
They ate at the Leaky Cauldron, and who takes someone for a first date to the Leaky? And it hasn't been dinner either, it has been a late lunch. At least that is what Draco counts it as. And Potter has told him, that he hadn't eaten lunch before either, so there is that.
Draco doesn't understand why Potter has asked him out in the first place. At the Ministry they are on the "nodding and acknowledging that the other one is existing" – stage. Draco wanted to say no, but Harry asked him in the well used tea kitchen, and all the conversations hushed down, waiting to hear his answer. What was he supposed to do? Say no to Harry Potter, the darling of the Ministry, the Press and everybody, where everyone can hear him?
Certainly not.
So here he is, walking down a muggle Christmas-market with Harry Potter while trying not to let the awkwardness disturb him. If they only have something to talk about, but he would not know, how to have a conversation with Potter.
"Look, they are selling some roasted chestnuts over there, want some?" Harry suddenly spoke.
Draco looks to where Potter is pointing and nods. Everything is better than to say something wrong, so chestnuts can only improve their current predicament.
Sadly, the chestnuts have not managed to improve anything. They ate them in silence and then Potter appararated them back to the village close to Malfoy Manor, from where they are now walking back to the Manor.
"I'm sorry," Harry suddenly breaks the silence.
"For what?" Draco asks startled.
"For the lame evening. I mean I enjoyed myself a lot, you are easy company, but it is also a bit difficult to talk to you, you know?"
"Difficult to talk to me? I will have you know, Potter, I am perfectly educated conversationalist, and can exchange opinions with you on innumerous subjects, you just did never start a conversation," Draco says, getting slightly aggregated.
"Err-, right, yes. Sure I know that, I watched you," Harry stubbles on. "That is not what I meant, actually."
"Not what you meant? How else was I supposed to understand such a sentence after an evening spend in silence?"
"It is just difficult to… you know talk to you," Potter repeats himself.
Draco stops and fumes. "What? Do I have the wrong opinions? Is everybody who is not cheering for the Canons or the Harpies evil? Magical theory too boring for you-" Draco starts to go on a rant of epic proportions.
A rant he will never finish, because Potter says a soft: "Fuck it," and then leans forward and kisses him. On the hill in front of his house, in a romantic starlight night.
How was Draco supposed to ever get home again, without remembering this soft and sweet kiss?
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Date: 2019-12-10 08:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-12-10 01:19 pm (UTC)thanks for the sweet comment and for reading
and yes, most likely it would have gone down better, if harry had gotten it out of his system right at the start