dracoharry100 | At the gym, part 3

Title: At the gym, 3
Author:

twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: late
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Draco goes out to dinner with his Slytherins.
Author's NotePart one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 2: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1219123.html

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Fuck their propensity for teasing, Draco decided as he arrived home. He missed his friends. He owled Pansy and Blaise. Theo, too, while he was at it. They all met at the club for a late dinner. He greeted them in the lobby with smiles and hugs, and pretended not to see the looks of surprise they shot one another.

Over salmon and rare roast beef, the four of them got pleasantly mellow together, laughing about the latest runway fashions and terrible parties.

Finally, over flan, Pansy broached it. “So,” she said, sipping liqueur. “What’s this I hear about Potter?”

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“It’s the oddest thing,” Draco dished – seemingly eagerly. He’d thought about how to handle this very question. (He’d been certain at least one would ask.) “I’ve been going to the gym for months, but I’d never seen him there. Then I arrive just slightly later than usual, and not only is he positively everywhere, the man won’t leave me alone! I knew I was looking good these days, but this is charming proof.” Draco laughed lightly, and tipped his head back to finish his liqueur. Then he looked back at the table to survey the faces of his calculating friends.

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“Potter’s gay?” Pansy asked.

“Gay, bisexual.” Draco airily waved the question away. “Gay for me, is what matters. Seemed awfully upset when I turned him down.”

“Why did you?” Theo asked, taking up a bite of flan.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “I know it’s late, Theo. Did you need a wee nappy-nap? You’ve apparently forgotten… years.”

Blaise’s scorn was audible, but Theo was undeterred. “I’m serious. We’re not kids anymore. Potter’s famous, independently wealthy, extremely well-connected, from a good family on his father’s side. Why wouldn’t you go out with him, at least once? Are you still in 8th year?”

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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/112766.html