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bleedingangel84) wrote2016-10-28 08:14 pm
bleedingangel84) wrote2016-10-28 08:14 pm
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Forgetting
Title: Forgetting
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bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drinking
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt # 163-You're hot, you're drinking alone - it tends to attract customers. But, hey, don't do me any favors."; Beige; Stink Pellet
Notes: I’m not sure what to put in these notes. I usually don’t go for angst, but this is angsty. Feel free to tell me if you hate it or love it. Now with a sequel: Push and Pull
Summary: Harry is drinking his sorrows away.
“Give me another Firewhiskey, Malfoy.”
“Potter, I’m going to have to cut you off at some point, you realise.”
“You won’t do that, will you?”
“I should, but against my better judgement, I’m not going to just yet.”
“Because I’m the Saviour of the Wizarding World? The Golden Boy? The Wizarding World’s Gryffindor Paragon?”
“Merlin, you are a sarcastic drunk, aren’t you? But no, that’s not why.”
“Why then?”
“You’re hot, you’re drinking alone—it tends to attract customers, But hey, don’t do me any favours.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Malfoy.”
“A few more of these and you’ll smell worse than a Stink Pellet Then I’ll have to kick you out.”
“Well. Boo-bloody-hoo.”
“Potter, what in the name of Merlin’s sagging knickers is the matter with you? And stop picking at the upholstery on my stools, would you? It took me hours to find that shade of beige.”
“Only you would spend hours looking for a particular shade of beige, Malfoy.”
“Shut it, you prat. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Ginny’s pregnant.”
“And you’re here drinking? I would think you’d be off celebrating with the ginger horde rather than patronising my humble establishment.”
“It’s not my baby.”
“Shit.”
“Exactly.”
“The next one’s on the house.”
“Now don’t you do me any favours. I’ll pay to poison my own liver, thank you.”
“Suit yourself, then.”
“Cheers.”
“Potter? I’m sorry. Weaselette was bang out of order, and you don’t deserve that.”
“Don’t call her that.”
“Don’t tell me you’re still going to defend her? Potter, you have to stop letting people walk all over you. That’s just wrong.”
“I was just going to say that calling her Weaselette was an insult to weasels, Malfoy. Why do you care?”
“You saved me in the Fiendfyre, and then again at my trial. Excuse me for giving a toss what happens to you, but I do.”
“Thanks for that, Malfoy, but you don’t owe me a thing.”
“I owe you everything. You have saved my sorry arse more times than I can stand. Now would you let me help you, for Merlin’s sake? I’ll do whatever you like."
“In that case, do me a favour?”
“What?”
“Make me forget her.”
Author:
bleedingangel84Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drinking
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt # 163-You're hot, you're drinking alone - it tends to attract customers. But, hey, don't do me any favors."; Beige; Stink PelletNotes: I’m not sure what to put in these notes. I usually don’t go for angst, but this is angsty. Feel free to tell me if you hate it or love it. Now with a sequel: Push and Pull
Summary: Harry is drinking his sorrows away.
Forgetting
“Give me another Firewhiskey, Malfoy.”
“Potter, I’m going to have to cut you off at some point, you realise.”
“You won’t do that, will you?”
“I should, but against my better judgement, I’m not going to just yet.”
“Because I’m the Saviour of the Wizarding World? The Golden Boy? The Wizarding World’s Gryffindor Paragon?”
“Merlin, you are a sarcastic drunk, aren’t you? But no, that’s not why.”
“Why then?”
“You’re hot, you’re drinking alone—it tends to attract customers, But hey, don’t do me any favours.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Malfoy.”
“A few more of these and you’ll smell worse than a Stink Pellet Then I’ll have to kick you out.”
“Well. Boo-bloody-hoo.”
“Potter, what in the name of Merlin’s sagging knickers is the matter with you? And stop picking at the upholstery on my stools, would you? It took me hours to find that shade of beige.”
“Only you would spend hours looking for a particular shade of beige, Malfoy.”
“Shut it, you prat. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Ginny’s pregnant.”
“And you’re here drinking? I would think you’d be off celebrating with the ginger horde rather than patronising my humble establishment.”
“It’s not my baby.”
“Shit.”
“Exactly.”
“The next one’s on the house.”
“Now don’t you do me any favours. I’ll pay to poison my own liver, thank you.”
“Suit yourself, then.”
“Cheers.”
“Potter? I’m sorry. Weaselette was bang out of order, and you don’t deserve that.”
“Don’t call her that.”
“Don’t tell me you’re still going to defend her? Potter, you have to stop letting people walk all over you. That’s just wrong.”
“I was just going to say that calling her Weaselette was an insult to weasels, Malfoy. Why do you care?”
“You saved me in the Fiendfyre, and then again at my trial. Excuse me for giving a toss what happens to you, but I do.”
“Thanks for that, Malfoy, but you don’t owe me a thing.”
“I owe you everything. You have saved my sorry arse more times than I can stand. Now would you let me help you, for Merlin’s sake? I’ll do whatever you like."
“In that case, do me a favour?”
“What?”
“Make me forget her.”