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The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 33
Title: The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 33
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Challenge: circle
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: Harry and Draco meet up for their second real date.
Continued from part 32: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/120720.html#cutid1
or catch up with the entire piece at http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=15290&chapter=39
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The portkey dropped them into a spiral of purple flowers and bright green grass outside an impossibly tall, narrow wooden building. Balconies with occupied tables bloomed from every floor, flung at odd angles. Draco saw flamboyantly dressed couples eating under enormous turquoise umbrellas, on a large, fenced-in stone patio. Other arrivals strolled toward a curved, curlicue covered door. No one batted an eye at the way Harry took hold of Draco’s hand and curled his fingers around warmly, possessively.
Draco decided to simply enjoy anonymous ease in a foreign country, and followed as Harry guided them, along with the flow.
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Together they gazed at the extravagantly decorated restaurant and patrons with some surprise. “Looks like the Portuguese aren’t exactly…”
“Staid,” Draco primly finished for Harry, who beamed mischievously at him.
“I was more thinking ‘British’,” he said, and Draco reminded himself not to elbow Harry in annoyance. Instead, he looked sternly down his nose. Harry looked horribly chastened for a moment, until he lost control and guffawed without grace.
“People are staring!” Draco whispered, alarm rising.
“Let them,” Harry said with warmth, and led Draco closer to the tiny circle of table a maître d' had silently walked them toward.
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Dinner was as lovely as Harry had promised. They started with a cheese board. Then tiny, round bowls of a violently purple soup Draco had never before eaten, but found he adored. He didn’t normally eat such spicy things, but this was delicious. For their main, they each chose fish. It was so fresh that Draco joked he could see his jerk in fear when he raised a knife to it. He had sea bass while Harry tried Black scabbardfish. Draco preferred the taste of his choice, but had to admit Harry’s meal smelled marvelous, and the presentation was perfect.
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The waiter brought more and more. Somehow their miniscule table held everything. Draco expressed nervousness about it when Harry ordered yet another vegetable dish, and Harry’s responding laugh was joyous. “Magic, Draco!”
Surrounded in a bubbling circle of strangers, Draco relaxed more and more. He smiled. He laughed. He rested his head on his hand and stared into Harry’s eyes for long seconds. They drank wine. They ate to excess. They ordered dessert which neither of them could quite finish though both of them wanted to. They lingered at the table far longer than necessary, but the waiter never pushed.
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Eventually, reluctantly, they knew they had to leave. Harry paid the tab while Draco was in the mens, and Draco appreciated his generosity and circumspection. It was depressing to have become so penniless, but Draco was fortunate Harry could help him pretend – for a few hours – he was still wealthy.
Strolling away from the restaurant, holding Harry’s hand and laughing at one of Harry’s terrible jokes, Draco thought about how much Harry had already spent on just two dinner dates. Portkeys, flowers, meals, new clothes. Perhaps, Draco realized, it was time to invite Harry on a date Draco could afford.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/123357.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Challenge: circle
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: Harry and Draco meet up for their second real date.
Continued from part 32: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/120720.html#cutid1
or catch up with the entire piece at http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=15290&chapter=39
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The portkey dropped them into a spiral of purple flowers and bright green grass outside an impossibly tall, narrow wooden building. Balconies with occupied tables bloomed from every floor, flung at odd angles. Draco saw flamboyantly dressed couples eating under enormous turquoise umbrellas, on a large, fenced-in stone patio. Other arrivals strolled toward a curved, curlicue covered door. No one batted an eye at the way Harry took hold of Draco’s hand and curled his fingers around warmly, possessively.
Draco decided to simply enjoy anonymous ease in a foreign country, and followed as Harry guided them, along with the flow.
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Together they gazed at the extravagantly decorated restaurant and patrons with some surprise. “Looks like the Portuguese aren’t exactly…”
“Staid,” Draco primly finished for Harry, who beamed mischievously at him.
“I was more thinking ‘British’,” he said, and Draco reminded himself not to elbow Harry in annoyance. Instead, he looked sternly down his nose. Harry looked horribly chastened for a moment, until he lost control and guffawed without grace.
“People are staring!” Draco whispered, alarm rising.
“Let them,” Harry said with warmth, and led Draco closer to the tiny circle of table a maître d' had silently walked them toward.
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Dinner was as lovely as Harry had promised. They started with a cheese board. Then tiny, round bowls of a violently purple soup Draco had never before eaten, but found he adored. He didn’t normally eat such spicy things, but this was delicious. For their main, they each chose fish. It was so fresh that Draco joked he could see his jerk in fear when he raised a knife to it. He had sea bass while Harry tried Black scabbardfish. Draco preferred the taste of his choice, but had to admit Harry’s meal smelled marvelous, and the presentation was perfect.
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The waiter brought more and more. Somehow their miniscule table held everything. Draco expressed nervousness about it when Harry ordered yet another vegetable dish, and Harry’s responding laugh was joyous. “Magic, Draco!”
Surrounded in a bubbling circle of strangers, Draco relaxed more and more. He smiled. He laughed. He rested his head on his hand and stared into Harry’s eyes for long seconds. They drank wine. They ate to excess. They ordered dessert which neither of them could quite finish though both of them wanted to. They lingered at the table far longer than necessary, but the waiter never pushed.
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Eventually, reluctantly, they knew they had to leave. Harry paid the tab while Draco was in the mens, and Draco appreciated his generosity and circumspection. It was depressing to have become so penniless, but Draco was fortunate Harry could help him pretend – for a few hours – he was still wealthy.
Strolling away from the restaurant, holding Harry’s hand and laughing at one of Harry’s terrible jokes, Draco thought about how much Harry had already spent on just two dinner dates. Portkeys, flowers, meals, new clothes. Perhaps, Draco realized, it was time to invite Harry on a date Draco could afford.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/123357.html#cutid1
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