Challenge: #890 Away
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dracoharry100Title: Reconciliation
Author:Vickyducky
Team:Death Eaters
Word count: 100 x8
Characters/pairings: H/D
dracoharry100 Challenge: #890 Away
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author note: this follows on from Reluctance written for challenge #884.
Draco didn’t often go to the pub, but that day he had been persuaded to join his colleagues. It was as he was leaving that with a jolt of recognition, he noticed the lone figure slumped over a small table in the corner. He knew he should just walk away; it was none of his business, but he found himself crossing the room.
“Potter?” he said.
Harry lifted his head to gaze blearily at him. “Malfoy?” he slurred indistinctly.
“Come on, let’s go and sober you up.”
Draco pulled Harry to his feet and half-dragged, half-carried him to the flue.
--x--
“Tolley!” Draco called, as he and Harry exited the flue at Malfoy Manor.
Draco regarded Harry with concern; he was hanging off Draco’s shoulder and appeared to have passed out.
A liveried house-elf appeared as Draco lowered Harry to the floor.
“Tolley,” Draco said, “take Mr Potter to the drawing room, please. And stay with him until I get there, don’t let him choke on his own vomit or anything stupid.”
The elf levitated Harry away and Draco went in search of sobering potion, hoping that his father hadn’t used it all and wondering what he had got himself into.
--x--
When Draco entered the drawing room, he saw Harry lying face down on a sofa with his head over the edge, above a strategically positioned waste-paper bin, while Tolley regarded him warily.
Together they heaved Harry into a seated position and managed to get him to swallow some potion, then stood back and watched as purple steam issued from his ears and nose.
Suddenly, Harry sat up very straight and his eyes snapped open. “Malfoy? What are you doing here?” he looked around him curiously, “Actually, where am I?”
“My home, “Draco answered, looking away, “you seemed in need of help.”
--x--
Draco dismissed the house-elf, “Thank you Tolley, that will be all.”
He sat contemplating Harry for a moment and then asked, “Do you have a problem with alcohol, Potter?”
“What? No. Why would you think that?” Harry replied crossly.
“Well, let me see… the tabloids are full of drunken pictures of you and today you were completely pissed in the middle of the afternoon.”
“Well yes, that’s fair,” Harry conceded. “I’ve been a bit down lately.”
“And drinking helps that? I’ve always found the reverse to be true.”
“It takes the pain away, at least temporarily,” Harry admitted.
--x--
“Did getting dumped by Weasley really mess you up so badly?”
“God no, it wasn’t that! I was never more relieved about anything than when she said, ‘I don’t'. It wasn't losing her, it was losing you that hurt.”
“Me? You didn’t lose me, Potter! You threw me away with both hands!”
“You didn’t try and stop me though, did you? You didn’t try to persuade me not to.”
“There seemed little point. It was obvious that you were going to go through with it, and I think I made my feelings quite clear.”
--x--
“You let me walk away.”
“You surely didn’t think I was going to beg?” Draco said incredulously. “Please, Potter, pick me!”
“Of course not!” Harry rolled his eyes. “But you could’ve said something! I don’t know, even if you just told me to stop being a pratt you could’ve had me on toast!”
Draco gave a small snort of amusement but didn’t look up. “That’s quite the mental image,” he said.
Encouraged, Harry said “You still could.”
Draco did look up then and smiled at Harry. That was an offer he couldn't refuse.
Author:Vickyducky
Team:Death Eaters
Word count: 100 x8
Characters/pairings: H/D
dracoharry100 Challenge: #890 AwayDisclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author note: this follows on from Reluctance written for challenge #884.
Draco didn’t often go to the pub, but that day he had been persuaded to join his colleagues. It was as he was leaving that with a jolt of recognition, he noticed the lone figure slumped over a small table in the corner. He knew he should just walk away; it was none of his business, but he found himself crossing the room.
“Potter?” he said.
Harry lifted his head to gaze blearily at him. “Malfoy?” he slurred indistinctly.
“Come on, let’s go and sober you up.”
Draco pulled Harry to his feet and half-dragged, half-carried him to the flue.
--x--
“Tolley!” Draco called, as he and Harry exited the flue at Malfoy Manor.
Draco regarded Harry with concern; he was hanging off Draco’s shoulder and appeared to have passed out.
A liveried house-elf appeared as Draco lowered Harry to the floor.
“Tolley,” Draco said, “take Mr Potter to the drawing room, please. And stay with him until I get there, don’t let him choke on his own vomit or anything stupid.”
The elf levitated Harry away and Draco went in search of sobering potion, hoping that his father hadn’t used it all and wondering what he had got himself into.
--x--
When Draco entered the drawing room, he saw Harry lying face down on a sofa with his head over the edge, above a strategically positioned waste-paper bin, while Tolley regarded him warily.
Together they heaved Harry into a seated position and managed to get him to swallow some potion, then stood back and watched as purple steam issued from his ears and nose.
Suddenly, Harry sat up very straight and his eyes snapped open. “Malfoy? What are you doing here?” he looked around him curiously, “Actually, where am I?”
“My home, “Draco answered, looking away, “you seemed in need of help.”
--x--
Draco dismissed the house-elf, “Thank you Tolley, that will be all.”
He sat contemplating Harry for a moment and then asked, “Do you have a problem with alcohol, Potter?”
“What? No. Why would you think that?” Harry replied crossly.
“Well, let me see… the tabloids are full of drunken pictures of you and today you were completely pissed in the middle of the afternoon.”
“Well yes, that’s fair,” Harry conceded. “I’ve been a bit down lately.”
“And drinking helps that? I’ve always found the reverse to be true.”
“It takes the pain away, at least temporarily,” Harry admitted.
--x--
“Did getting dumped by Weasley really mess you up so badly?”
“God no, it wasn’t that! I was never more relieved about anything than when she said, ‘I don’t'. It wasn't losing her, it was losing you that hurt.”
“Me? You didn’t lose me, Potter! You threw me away with both hands!”
“You didn’t try and stop me though, did you? You didn’t try to persuade me not to.”
“There seemed little point. It was obvious that you were going to go through with it, and I think I made my feelings quite clear.”
--x--
“You let me walk away.”
“You surely didn’t think I was going to beg?” Draco said incredulously. “Please, Potter, pick me!”
“Of course not!” Harry rolled his eyes. “But you could’ve said something! I don’t know, even if you just told me to stop being a pratt you could’ve had me on toast!”
Draco gave a small snort of amusement but didn’t look up. “That’s quite the mental image,” he said.
Encouraged, Harry said “You still could.”
Draco did look up then and smiled at Harry. That was an offer he couldn't refuse.
