dracoharry100 | At the gym, part 11

Title: At the gym, 11
Author:

twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: drink
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's long, annoying workday is finally over.
Author's Note
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html

Part 10: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/127733.html#cutid1

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It had been a long damn day, and Draco needed a drink. Preferably stiff.

“Chris!”

“Sir?” Chris stuck her head in the door. She was already wearing her travel cloak.

“Did you schedule Potter for an appointment tomorrow?” he asked, tempering his voice. He didn’t want to keep her, but he also really needed to know what to expect.

“I sent three owls,” Chris answered, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“Three? What the hell did you say? Never mind,” Draco said, wiping his face with his hand. “We’ll try again tomorrow, all right? Nothing to worry about. You go home to Shannon.”

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Draco forced himself to smile at Chris. She smiled back, clearly relieved.

“Of course, sir,” she said, then rushed off – probably so he couldn’t request anything else.

Draco considered that stiff drink he was anticipating. The Club? No, he was tired of it. He could try that new hotel bar near his gym. Hadn’t he said something to Chris about wanting to try it? See if it was suitable for clients? He had said that, so he should do it. There, settled.

He packed his things and headed for the front door. It was a nice night. He should walk.

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The night air was cool and pleasant. The streets were shiny, post-rain. Everything felt fresh, and Draco found himself lengthening his spine and shortening his stride, breathing away a day full of stress and stupidity. There was no rush in getting to that hotel. It wasn’t like he was meeting anyone. He frowned, then brushed away disappointment. So it had been a little while since he’d taken a handsome man to bed. That might well be changing soon.

Draco pushed open the door into the hotel’s lobby and paused. Very nice, he decided, and turned to check out their bar.

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Part 12: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/133375.html#cutid1