The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 69
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dracoharry100Title: The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 69
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x6
Rating for this post: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: The Equinox Ball.
Challenge: city
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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Continued from part 68: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/230260.html#cutid1
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The day of the Equinox Ball. Harry was ready.
Ready, that is, for this whole stupid plan to be over. He was tired of planning and sneaking and concocting. He was tired of masterminding, contriving and so freaking done with intrigue.
But tonight, they would Floo to a dazzling venue in the center of his favourite city. With a photographer in tow, yes, but still.
They would dance together. They would drink champagne.
People would stop shoving women and men at him, because the most intelligent, beautiful, loving, thoughtful man in England would be his. Publicly.
Harry was so ready.
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They slept in, waking upon early afternoon. They ate well, then bathed (separately) scrupulously. Harry carefully followed the instructions Draco had written. So many potions!
At 3pm, Ori Yafet — the photographer Narcissa demanded — arrived. Harry and Draco entered the parlour in their finery to find him setting up lights and other equipment. Pametha was also there.
“I thought you would stay at your office in the city,” Narcissa said, chastising gently.
“I had to know,” Pametha said. Harry saw her eyes shine. Her expensive risk was paying off. This special edition would sell out quickly. Maybe later… a wedding issue?
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Yafet seemingly took a thousand photos. Indoors, outdoors, standing, sitting, holding hands, in the garden, eyes shining as they looked at one another with love. Several with Narcissa, too. Then at 5pm, Pametha vanished back to London with everything he’d done so far.
She would shepherd a special edition of Witch Weekly into being, and it would appear on newsstands at 9pm exactly — just as Harry and Draco arrived at the Equinox Ball.
The entire world would be treated to the news of their relationship at the exact same moment, whether they were at the Ball, or not. Narcissa’s demand.
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The Ball wasn’t Harry’s ‘thing,’ but Draco’s delight at being there, and the delight with which they were (not quite universally) received, made up for it. They danced and socialized and everywhere they went, Yafet and his camera followed.
At 11pm they stood on a balcony, their spectacular view of London and the Thames ignored in favour of gazing fondly at one another.
Yafet followed, but let them close the balcony’s panelled glass doors. He snapped away nonetheless, his camera shutter nearly inaudible through the barrier.
“I love you,” Harry said, kissing Draco’s hand.
Yafet illuminated them with his flash.
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“I know we worked hard to get him here,” Draco confessed, a whisper into Harry’s ear, “but I am so tired of being photographed.”
“Yeah,” Harry said, facing the city so Yafet couldn’t catch their lips with his camera. “When did your Mum say was the earliest we could escape?”
Draco looked up, trying to remember. “I think she said we should aim for midnight, but that leaving half an hour beforehand wouldn’t be so bad. No earlier though.”
“That’s what I remember, too, yeah,” Harry said, and put his arm around his lover, pulling him even a bit closer.
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Ten short minutes on that tiny, almost private balcony overlooking London seemed the outside of what they could get away with, but then they were finally making the rounds to say goodbye, so they bore the loss of that false privacy with grace.
Yafet photographed their every gracious goodbye. The Minister, an Ambassador, a Wizengamot Justice, the Supreme Mugwump, the Hogwarts Headmistress. Every dignitary and hanger-on needed to be smiled at and handshook and given their chance to bestow a blessing upon this newly exposed and vulnerable undertaking.
It was only after they left the main ballroom that it happened.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/232300.html
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x6
Rating for this post: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: The Equinox Ball.
Challenge: city
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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Continued from part 68: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/230260.html#cutid1
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The day of the Equinox Ball. Harry was ready.
Ready, that is, for this whole stupid plan to be over. He was tired of planning and sneaking and concocting. He was tired of masterminding, contriving and so freaking done with intrigue.
But tonight, they would Floo to a dazzling venue in the center of his favourite city. With a photographer in tow, yes, but still.
They would dance together. They would drink champagne.
People would stop shoving women and men at him, because the most intelligent, beautiful, loving, thoughtful man in England would be his. Publicly.
Harry was so ready.
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They slept in, waking upon early afternoon. They ate well, then bathed (separately) scrupulously. Harry carefully followed the instructions Draco had written. So many potions!
At 3pm, Ori Yafet — the photographer Narcissa demanded — arrived. Harry and Draco entered the parlour in their finery to find him setting up lights and other equipment. Pametha was also there.
“I thought you would stay at your office in the city,” Narcissa said, chastising gently.
“I had to know,” Pametha said. Harry saw her eyes shine. Her expensive risk was paying off. This special edition would sell out quickly. Maybe later… a wedding issue?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Yafet seemingly took a thousand photos. Indoors, outdoors, standing, sitting, holding hands, in the garden, eyes shining as they looked at one another with love. Several with Narcissa, too. Then at 5pm, Pametha vanished back to London with everything he’d done so far.
She would shepherd a special edition of Witch Weekly into being, and it would appear on newsstands at 9pm exactly — just as Harry and Draco arrived at the Equinox Ball.
The entire world would be treated to the news of their relationship at the exact same moment, whether they were at the Ball, or not. Narcissa’s demand.
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The Ball wasn’t Harry’s ‘thing,’ but Draco’s delight at being there, and the delight with which they were (not quite universally) received, made up for it. They danced and socialized and everywhere they went, Yafet and his camera followed.
At 11pm they stood on a balcony, their spectacular view of London and the Thames ignored in favour of gazing fondly at one another.
Yafet followed, but let them close the balcony’s panelled glass doors. He snapped away nonetheless, his camera shutter nearly inaudible through the barrier.
“I love you,” Harry said, kissing Draco’s hand.
Yafet illuminated them with his flash.
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“I know we worked hard to get him here,” Draco confessed, a whisper into Harry’s ear, “but I am so tired of being photographed.”
“Yeah,” Harry said, facing the city so Yafet couldn’t catch their lips with his camera. “When did your Mum say was the earliest we could escape?”
Draco looked up, trying to remember. “I think she said we should aim for midnight, but that leaving half an hour beforehand wouldn’t be so bad. No earlier though.”
“That’s what I remember, too, yeah,” Harry said, and put his arm around his lover, pulling him even a bit closer.
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Ten short minutes on that tiny, almost private balcony overlooking London seemed the outside of what they could get away with, but then they were finally making the rounds to say goodbye, so they bore the loss of that false privacy with grace.
Yafet photographed their every gracious goodbye. The Minister, an Ambassador, a Wizengamot Justice, the Supreme Mugwump, the Hogwarts Headmistress. Every dignitary and hanger-on needed to be smiled at and handshook and given their chance to bestow a blessing upon this newly exposed and vulnerable undertaking.
It was only after they left the main ballroom that it happened.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/232300.html
