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bottom_dracoHere's part one of my fic for <ahref="http://www.livejournal.com/users/new_direction/">new_direction's footie pajama challenge.
Still Untitled As of Yet (Open to suggestions though)
Rating: PG-13 -ish for now, will increase in part 2
Summary: Future-fic, four years after Hogwarts. The war is over. Harry and Draco end up living in the same apartment building by accident.
A/N: Draco is probably OOC, but not alot. But I think I'm allowed some OOC because I did have to put him in pink footie pajamas.
Please leave a review if you liked it, even if you didn't I always appreciate constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Sad, but true.
It had been four years since graduation, three since the end of the war and two since Draco moved into the flat next door to Harry’s. It was of course, pure coincidence, though Harry would argue otherwise. They hadn’t seen each other since the end of the war, when they had both received special awards for their services. After the ceremony, they had talked briefly and had mutually decided to stay out of each others lives.
The first day that they had run into each other in the hallway of the apartment building, they had nearly come to blows.
“I swear I didn’t know you lived here Potter! I wouldn’t have moved in if I had!” Draco had yelled.
“Why would you even move to a Muggle neighborhood if not just to piss me off?” The argument had escalated from there, to a point where the landlady, Mrs. Conway had been called. She played mediator for bit, succeeding in calming both men down. Reminding them that they were in fact grown up men, not school boys and to resolve their problem in an civil and adult manner. Since then, Harry and Draco avoided each other as much as possible, forcing polite small talk only when it was absolutely necessary.
Currently, it seemed that one of those moments was upon them. Harry was trying to have a quiet night at home to catch up on some work. It never happened of course, because he kept getting distracted by the loud music blaring through the wall that connected his apartment’s to Draco’s. Finally fed up with the noise, Harry slipped on his shoes and walked over to Draco’s apartment. The music was even louder in the hallway and Harry wondered why none of the other tenants had complained. Harry knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again, screaming Malfoy’s name through the door. The music was turned down and Harry could hear some muffled shuffling sounds as Draco made his way across the apartment. The door was pulled opened a few inches, Draco stuck his head out, hiding the rest of his body behind the door.
“What do want Potter?” Draco asked, irritated.
“I...” Harry paused mid-sentence, looking Draco up and down. From what he could see it looked as if-”Are you wearing footie pajamas Malfoy?”
Draco turned pink at the cheeks, retreating further back behind the door.
“No! Of course not! Its a trick of the light, and you’re not even wearing glasses you can’t see properly!.”
“Malfoy, I had my vision corrected in seventh year, you know that. I can see very clearly...” he pushed the door open wide. “That you are wearing footie pajamas. Pink ones, no less.”
“I..” Draco stumbled over his words as he tried to find an excuse for his attire. “it’s laundry day?” he said meekly.
Harry rolled his eyes.
“I know you use magic to clean your clothes Malfoy, you’ve been living here two years and I’ve never seen you in the laundromat once.”
“Fine! You caught me at a very rare vulnerable moment.” Draco admitted reluctantly.
“Can I come in?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see Draco Malfoy in all his vulnerable glory.”
Draco sighed, stepping aside to let Harry in. Draco’s usually very tidy living room was scattered with tissues and various items of food. Harry noted the pint of Triple Chocolate Brownie Fudge ice cream and several DVD’s.
“Bridges of Madison County and Casablanca? Wallowing indeed, you’re such a girl Malfoy.”
“I am not!” Draco tried to look indignant and intimidating in his fluffy pink footie pajamas.
Draco turned from Harry then, turning off the music and walking back to the couch. It was only then that Harry noticed the particular style of the pajamas Draco was wearing. One of the buttons on the back had fallen off, allowing the flap of fabric to fall exposing a triangle-shaped expanse of Draco’s ass. Harry reached forward tugging at the pajamas.
“Nice ass-flap Malfoy.” Harry said with a teasing tone.
“Shut up Potter!” He pulled away from Harry, turning to face him. “ Are you going to let me wallow alone or are you going to wallow with me?’
Harry shrugged, “ Misery loves company and all that I guess. Haven’t got anything better to do.”
Harry sighed heavily sitting down on the couch next to Draco. Draco pressed play on the remote, drawing his knees up to his chest. The image came onto the screen: Humphrey Boggart and Ingrid Bergman sitting in a smoky and exotic café.
“Here’s to lookin’ at you, kid.” Humphrey told Ingrid and Draco whimpered. Harry chuckled, reaching over the coffee table and passing a box of tissues to Draco. He pulled a few from the box, dabbing his eyes with them.
“Thank you.” choked out. “And if you ever tell anyone about this Potter. I’ll kill you while you sleep.” He spoke through his tears.
Two hours later, when the movie was over and Draco had finished the entire pint of ice cream by himself, Harry was just about ready to leave.
“Oh no Potter. You’re not leaving now. You’re the one who wanted to see me wallowing and you haven’t even seen the worst of it yet.” Draco’s voice was muffled, coming from behind the refrigerator door holding a bottle of vodka in his hand. He set it down on the coffee table along with two shot glasses.
“No, Malfoy, I can’t drink tonight. I have to work tomorrow.” Harry whined as Draco filled the glasses.
“At least have one drink, it won’t kill you. Then, if you want, you can watch me get completely smashed.” Draco carefully passed the glass over to Harry, clinking them together lightly before downing the shot in one go.
They soon had had another two shots each and Harry was starting to feel decidedly light headed. He wasn’t surprised when, he found himself asking Draco what had happened between him and his ex, Gabriel. Draco’s eyes started to tear again and he shifted closer to Harry on the couch.
“ He found out I was a wizard. He freaked out, threatened to do unspeakable things to me. Not the good kind of unspeakable and I had to obliviate him.”
“Of just the memory that you’re a wizard or?”
“All of it. Every single memory he has of me, gone.”
“So it wasn’t so much him dumping you as it was him not remembering who you are?”
Draco nodded, downing another two shots of vodka.
“Malfoy, you should watch it with the drinks.” Draco brushed him off.
“I’m fine. Malfoys have a very high tolerance for alcohol.” He took another shot and hiccuped. Harry shrugged, whether or not Draco wanted to get smashed after ending a relationship was none of his business. Draco sighed, leaning against Harry’s shoulder.
“Thanks Harry, for listening.” He slurred his words into Harry’s t-shirt, snuggling closer to him. “Do you want to watch another movie?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, “Sure, why not?”
Draco stood to put in another DVD into the player and returned to his spot cuddled against Harry’s side. Ten minutes into the movie, Harry looked down, only to see that Draco had fallen asleep. Harry sighed, he didn’t want to wake him, and he knew how unpleasant it was to spend a night sleeping on a couch. He picked Draco up, easily carrying him into the other room of the apartment that was obviously Draco’s room. He put him down on top of the covers, grateful that he didn’t have to go through the humiliation of undressing Draco. Though, he thought, under different circumstances, he wouldn’t mind so much. Draco stirred, he eyes opening slightly.
“Harry, can you stay, please?” he mumbled softly pulling Harry down onto the bed next to him.
Harry rolled his eyes. In truth, he sympathised with Draco. He’d been through some bad break ups before and its always difficult to spend that first night alone.
“Fine, Malfoy, but just for a bit.” He toed off his shoes and lay down on top of the covers next to Draco. He would only stay for a few minutes until Draco fell asleep then he would go back to his apartment and....His thoughts faded away as sleep over took him.
TBC...
Still Untitled As of Yet (Open to suggestions though)
Rating: PG-13 -ish for now, will increase in part 2
Summary: Future-fic, four years after Hogwarts. The war is over. Harry and Draco end up living in the same apartment building by accident.
A/N: Draco is probably OOC, but not alot. But I think I'm allowed some OOC because I did have to put him in pink footie pajamas.
Please leave a review if you liked it, even if you didn't I always appreciate constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Sad, but true.
It had been four years since graduation, three since the end of the war and two since Draco moved into the flat next door to Harry’s. It was of course, pure coincidence, though Harry would argue otherwise. They hadn’t seen each other since the end of the war, when they had both received special awards for their services. After the ceremony, they had talked briefly and had mutually decided to stay out of each others lives.
The first day that they had run into each other in the hallway of the apartment building, they had nearly come to blows.
“I swear I didn’t know you lived here Potter! I wouldn’t have moved in if I had!” Draco had yelled.
“Why would you even move to a Muggle neighborhood if not just to piss me off?” The argument had escalated from there, to a point where the landlady, Mrs. Conway had been called. She played mediator for bit, succeeding in calming both men down. Reminding them that they were in fact grown up men, not school boys and to resolve their problem in an civil and adult manner. Since then, Harry and Draco avoided each other as much as possible, forcing polite small talk only when it was absolutely necessary.
Currently, it seemed that one of those moments was upon them. Harry was trying to have a quiet night at home to catch up on some work. It never happened of course, because he kept getting distracted by the loud music blaring through the wall that connected his apartment’s to Draco’s. Finally fed up with the noise, Harry slipped on his shoes and walked over to Draco’s apartment. The music was even louder in the hallway and Harry wondered why none of the other tenants had complained. Harry knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again, screaming Malfoy’s name through the door. The music was turned down and Harry could hear some muffled shuffling sounds as Draco made his way across the apartment. The door was pulled opened a few inches, Draco stuck his head out, hiding the rest of his body behind the door.
“What do want Potter?” Draco asked, irritated.
“I...” Harry paused mid-sentence, looking Draco up and down. From what he could see it looked as if-”Are you wearing footie pajamas Malfoy?”
Draco turned pink at the cheeks, retreating further back behind the door.
“No! Of course not! Its a trick of the light, and you’re not even wearing glasses you can’t see properly!.”
“Malfoy, I had my vision corrected in seventh year, you know that. I can see very clearly...” he pushed the door open wide. “That you are wearing footie pajamas. Pink ones, no less.”
“I..” Draco stumbled over his words as he tried to find an excuse for his attire. “it’s laundry day?” he said meekly.
Harry rolled his eyes.
“I know you use magic to clean your clothes Malfoy, you’ve been living here two years and I’ve never seen you in the laundromat once.”
“Fine! You caught me at a very rare vulnerable moment.” Draco admitted reluctantly.
“Can I come in?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see Draco Malfoy in all his vulnerable glory.”
Draco sighed, stepping aside to let Harry in. Draco’s usually very tidy living room was scattered with tissues and various items of food. Harry noted the pint of Triple Chocolate Brownie Fudge ice cream and several DVD’s.
“Bridges of Madison County and Casablanca? Wallowing indeed, you’re such a girl Malfoy.”
“I am not!” Draco tried to look indignant and intimidating in his fluffy pink footie pajamas.
Draco turned from Harry then, turning off the music and walking back to the couch. It was only then that Harry noticed the particular style of the pajamas Draco was wearing. One of the buttons on the back had fallen off, allowing the flap of fabric to fall exposing a triangle-shaped expanse of Draco’s ass. Harry reached forward tugging at the pajamas.
“Nice ass-flap Malfoy.” Harry said with a teasing tone.
“Shut up Potter!” He pulled away from Harry, turning to face him. “ Are you going to let me wallow alone or are you going to wallow with me?’
Harry shrugged, “ Misery loves company and all that I guess. Haven’t got anything better to do.”
Harry sighed heavily sitting down on the couch next to Draco. Draco pressed play on the remote, drawing his knees up to his chest. The image came onto the screen: Humphrey Boggart and Ingrid Bergman sitting in a smoky and exotic café.
“Here’s to lookin’ at you, kid.” Humphrey told Ingrid and Draco whimpered. Harry chuckled, reaching over the coffee table and passing a box of tissues to Draco. He pulled a few from the box, dabbing his eyes with them.
“Thank you.” choked out. “And if you ever tell anyone about this Potter. I’ll kill you while you sleep.” He spoke through his tears.
Two hours later, when the movie was over and Draco had finished the entire pint of ice cream by himself, Harry was just about ready to leave.
“Oh no Potter. You’re not leaving now. You’re the one who wanted to see me wallowing and you haven’t even seen the worst of it yet.” Draco’s voice was muffled, coming from behind the refrigerator door holding a bottle of vodka in his hand. He set it down on the coffee table along with two shot glasses.
“No, Malfoy, I can’t drink tonight. I have to work tomorrow.” Harry whined as Draco filled the glasses.
“At least have one drink, it won’t kill you. Then, if you want, you can watch me get completely smashed.” Draco carefully passed the glass over to Harry, clinking them together lightly before downing the shot in one go.
They soon had had another two shots each and Harry was starting to feel decidedly light headed. He wasn’t surprised when, he found himself asking Draco what had happened between him and his ex, Gabriel. Draco’s eyes started to tear again and he shifted closer to Harry on the couch.
“ He found out I was a wizard. He freaked out, threatened to do unspeakable things to me. Not the good kind of unspeakable and I had to obliviate him.”
“Of just the memory that you’re a wizard or?”
“All of it. Every single memory he has of me, gone.”
“So it wasn’t so much him dumping you as it was him not remembering who you are?”
Draco nodded, downing another two shots of vodka.
“Malfoy, you should watch it with the drinks.” Draco brushed him off.
“I’m fine. Malfoys have a very high tolerance for alcohol.” He took another shot and hiccuped. Harry shrugged, whether or not Draco wanted to get smashed after ending a relationship was none of his business. Draco sighed, leaning against Harry’s shoulder.
“Thanks Harry, for listening.” He slurred his words into Harry’s t-shirt, snuggling closer to him. “Do you want to watch another movie?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, “Sure, why not?”
Draco stood to put in another DVD into the player and returned to his spot cuddled against Harry’s side. Ten minutes into the movie, Harry looked down, only to see that Draco had fallen asleep. Harry sighed, he didn’t want to wake him, and he knew how unpleasant it was to spend a night sleeping on a couch. He picked Draco up, easily carrying him into the other room of the apartment that was obviously Draco’s room. He put him down on top of the covers, grateful that he didn’t have to go through the humiliation of undressing Draco. Though, he thought, under different circumstances, he wouldn’t mind so much. Draco stirred, he eyes opening slightly.
“Harry, can you stay, please?” he mumbled softly pulling Harry down onto the bed next to him.
Harry rolled his eyes. In truth, he sympathised with Draco. He’d been through some bad break ups before and its always difficult to spend that first night alone.
“Fine, Malfoy, but just for a bit.” He toed off his shoes and lay down on top of the covers next to Draco. He would only stay for a few minutes until Draco fell asleep then he would go back to his apartment and....His thoughts faded away as sleep over took him.
TBC...
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Date: 2004-04-12 11:06 pm (UTC)“At least have one drink, it won’t kill you. Then, if you want, you can watch me get completely smashed.” Draco carefully passed the glass over to Harry, clinking them together lightly before downing the shot in one go. <--love that bit.I'd love to get either of them drunk.
It is nice to see Malfoy nice for a change,tho.
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