[Fic:] 25 days - Day 16
Dec. 16th, 2020 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smirkingcatTitle: The first Time he got drunk
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 328
Rating: G
Prompt:
Warning: not sure if it makes sense
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: I am really busy so I had 10 min for this… sadly that shows
Draco knew from the beginning that first, this was a very, very bad idea, and second that Harry never stood a chance.
They were "testing the waters" as it was, by celebrating Yule with his friends. Mostly because they would not gossip in Britain and because Draco could take the teasing, but not being hated.
The dinner was held in an old Parkinson property in France, and Pansy outdid herself with not only making it the most British Dinner they ever had, but also with an exquisite selection on spirits and wine.
The one thing, he miscalculated was the only rule they ever followed: Never say no to liquor.
Being able to hold ones liquor was an essential requirement to survive school for most of the people in the dungeons, namely Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. Neither house is sure who started it, but there were game competitions done in one or the other common room. And they all presumed the same can be said for the other two houses.
To his shame, at that particular evening, Draco was already aware that it did take very, very little to get Harry tipsy and even beyond.
So, it came to be, that even before the pudding was served, Harry already had trouble with stopping the spouts of giggles, or the sweet and sentimental proclamations.
And Pansy and Blaise were milking him, while Draco just tried to make the dinner go by faster, to get Harry to lay down.
"Draco-ooh. You are the bestehhheshtest thing eva, happeng to meeeeh," Harry said, leaning over Draco's sholder, and giggling like an insane person.
Theo wolf-whistled at that, and Draco was undecided if he wanted to murder his friends, feel touched about the sentiment, or kill Harry for the public display.
"'m reaaaly dunk… right? Butch your friendsh are nishe to ush…" Harry said, and held his head, tried to smile at Draco. "Worsh it."
Draco nodded once.
Worth it, for certain. All of it.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 328
Rating: G
Prompt:
Warning: not sure if it makes sense
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: I am really busy so I had 10 min for this… sadly that shows
Draco knew from the beginning that first, this was a very, very bad idea, and second that Harry never stood a chance.
They were "testing the waters" as it was, by celebrating Yule with his friends. Mostly because they would not gossip in Britain and because Draco could take the teasing, but not being hated.
The dinner was held in an old Parkinson property in France, and Pansy outdid herself with not only making it the most British Dinner they ever had, but also with an exquisite selection on spirits and wine.
The one thing, he miscalculated was the only rule they ever followed: Never say no to liquor.
Being able to hold ones liquor was an essential requirement to survive school for most of the people in the dungeons, namely Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. Neither house is sure who started it, but there were game competitions done in one or the other common room. And they all presumed the same can be said for the other two houses.
To his shame, at that particular evening, Draco was already aware that it did take very, very little to get Harry tipsy and even beyond.
So, it came to be, that even before the pudding was served, Harry already had trouble with stopping the spouts of giggles, or the sweet and sentimental proclamations.
And Pansy and Blaise were milking him, while Draco just tried to make the dinner go by faster, to get Harry to lay down.
"Draco-ooh. You are the bestehhheshtest thing eva, happeng to meeeeh," Harry said, leaning over Draco's sholder, and giggling like an insane person.
Theo wolf-whistled at that, and Draco was undecided if he wanted to murder his friends, feel touched about the sentiment, or kill Harry for the public display.
"'m reaaaly dunk… right? Butch your friendsh are nishe to ush…" Harry said, and held his head, tried to smile at Draco. "Worsh it."
Draco nodded once.
Worth it, for certain. All of it.
