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bleedingangel84Title: Home
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drunk!Harry, Angst, Language, Cheating
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 213- “Home's where you go when you run out of homes.” ― John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy; Wasted Hours; Overeducated
Notes: Just a random thing. I hope readers enjoy.
Summary: Harry tells Draco why he can’t go home.
“Potter why are you sitting in my bar bawling into your Firewhisky? It’s bad for business. You’ve wasted hours here. People will think I made Harry Potter cry. Go home.”
“Can’ go home. Don’ have a home. Home’s where you go when you run out of homes.”
“I knew I should’ve cut you off about three shots ago. What in Merlin’s name are you on about?”
“Why d’you even care, Malfoy? Jus’ fuck off and leave me the bottle, yeah? I’ll pay extra.”
“I told you. It’s bad for business, and besides, you look sadder than a kicked Crup. Why are you still here?”
“I caught her.”
“Well, that just clears the whole mystery right up, doesn’t it Caught who? And what were they doing that upset you so much?”
“Ginny. She was…she…I can’t say it, Malfoy, don’t make me.”
“Don’t tell me the Weaselette was cheating on you?! Merlin, is she out of her mind? You’re Harry bloody Potter, for fuck’s sake! She couldn’t do any better if she wanted to.”
“Pity she didn’t feel the way you do about it. Why am I never good enough, Malfoy?”
“Potter, I know no one could ever accuse you of being overeducated, but surely you know you’re good enough for the likes of Ginevra Weasley. Most of the magical population thinks the sun shines out of your arse.”
“You don’. You never did.”
“How do you know, Potter? You don’t really know me, do you?”
“Are you shayin’ you do think the shun shines out my arsh?”
“Not at this particular moment, no, but as you are under extreme emotional stress, I can forgive your drunken ramblings. You are a good man, Harry Potter. Don’t let one bad experience change the way you see yourself.”
“Are you bein’ nice to me ‘cause you feel sorry for me?”
“I am sorry about what happened to you, Potter. But it’s the Weaselette I feel sorry for. She was the one stupid enough to let go of the best person she’s ever going to meet.”
“Tha’ almsht soun’s like ya like me, Malfoy.”
“What if I do?”
“Y’know ya have purty eyesh, Malfoy? Can’ I go home with you?”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drunk!Harry, Angst, Language, Cheating
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 213- “Home's where you go when you run out of homes.” ― John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy; Wasted Hours; OvereducatedNotes: Just a random thing. I hope readers enjoy.
Summary: Harry tells Draco why he can’t go home.
“Potter why are you sitting in my bar bawling into your Firewhisky? It’s bad for business. You’ve wasted hours here. People will think I made Harry Potter cry. Go home.”
“Can’ go home. Don’ have a home. Home’s where you go when you run out of homes.”
“I knew I should’ve cut you off about three shots ago. What in Merlin’s name are you on about?”
“Why d’you even care, Malfoy? Jus’ fuck off and leave me the bottle, yeah? I’ll pay extra.”
“I told you. It’s bad for business, and besides, you look sadder than a kicked Crup. Why are you still here?”
“I caught her.”
“Well, that just clears the whole mystery right up, doesn’t it Caught who? And what were they doing that upset you so much?”
“Ginny. She was…she…I can’t say it, Malfoy, don’t make me.”
“Don’t tell me the Weaselette was cheating on you?! Merlin, is she out of her mind? You’re Harry bloody Potter, for fuck’s sake! She couldn’t do any better if she wanted to.”
“Pity she didn’t feel the way you do about it. Why am I never good enough, Malfoy?”
“Potter, I know no one could ever accuse you of being overeducated, but surely you know you’re good enough for the likes of Ginevra Weasley. Most of the magical population thinks the sun shines out of your arse.”
“You don’. You never did.”
“How do you know, Potter? You don’t really know me, do you?”
“Are you shayin’ you do think the shun shines out my arsh?”
“Not at this particular moment, no, but as you are under extreme emotional stress, I can forgive your drunken ramblings. You are a good man, Harry Potter. Don’t let one bad experience change the way you see yourself.”
“Are you bein’ nice to me ‘cause you feel sorry for me?”
“I am sorry about what happened to you, Potter. But it’s the Weaselette I feel sorry for. She was the one stupid enough to let go of the best person she’s ever going to meet.”
“Tha’ almsht soun’s like ya like me, Malfoy.”
“What if I do?”
“Y’know ya have purty eyesh, Malfoy? Can’ I go home with you?”