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wildestrangerMy internet wasn't working and then it was and kabeyk and pre_raphaelite1 made me post this. Which is the beginning of the very very long harry/draco story for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
the_eros_affair. It's supposed to whip you to a frenzy of anticipation. Or not. ;)
“Ah, so that’s why we’re here.”
Hermione’s voice was fond, but there was exasperation as well, familiar now from many long nights spent with Harry in trendy bars. Harry didn’t question it; he knew she voiced her disapproval gently, had come to expect it even. He figured he deserved it since he was being unreasonable and refused to explain.
Draco was sitting across the restaurant, sharing a table and a meal with Blaise Zabini. Their faces were barely illuminated, the candles on the table dark, almost the same bloody red as their wine. No fat church candles for Slytherins, no bright lights to expose them. Harry wondered briefly if there was a company policy to allocate tables according to Houses, when Hermione spoke again.
“They’ve noticed us.”
Zabini was looking at their table, nodding to Hermione and smirking into his wine. There was the smugness he always wore when he saw Harry, the hint of a triumph. Harry took another sip of his drink and stared at the table.
“Are you going to go talk to him?”
“No. No point, is there.”
“Why are we here, then?”
With some reluctance, Harry looked up. She was concerned for him, but there was also wariness beside the concern, and slight frustration.
“I realise that you…like him, Harry, but he has told you, many times, that he’s not interested. Don’t you think it would be better if you moved on? Found somebody else? You can’t keep following him around London, you know. Or soon Blaise will start thinking that I’m after him, and I’d never hear the end of it.”
Harry knew he was supposed to smile at that. But he was too tired, and even the idea of Hermione wrapping Blaise Zabini around her finger couldn’t make him want to respond like a normal human being.
“You’re still obsessed with him.”
“No, I’m not obsessed with him. It’s nothing like that. Nothing like then.”
Hermione smiled at that, a natural smile. It seemed so easy when she did it.
“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re not convinced he’s plotting dastardly deeds under our noses, but if you’re not obsessed with him, what is it? Why him? I’m trying to understand, Harry, I honestly am but…”
There was the smallest movement of air behind him, but Harry heard the scraping of chairs against hard stony floors and the haughty gratitude of the waiter. Then a scent, sandalwood and expensive wool, and all his blood was suddenly humming in his ears. A pale hand on the curve of his chair, and a familiar voice by his ear.
“Stalking is such an unattractive trait, Potter. I’d hate to have to file charges.”
And it was easy to turn his head, give an amused smile, and speak in a steady voice.
“Having a meal in the same restaurant as you hardly constitutes stalking, Malfoy. We merely happened to choose this place for a quick bite. I had no idea you’d be here.”
“Really, Potter. How…astonishing.”
Hermione’s smile suggested a woman about to go into battle and already positioning her javelin for the throw.
“Actually, Malfoy, this place was my suggestion. I hope you aren’t implying that I’m stalking you.”
Draco twitched his lips.
“Hermione darling, if you ever felt an inclination to do so…”
Draco licked his teeth, but he wasn’t looking at Hermione.
“…you’d be most welcome to.”
“Indeed.”
There were times when Harry felt envious of people’s ability to communicate flirts and insults with the curve of their lips. Hermione’s mouth was a straight line, but there was a hint of satisfaction for having scored a point.
“Well, this has been lovely, but I’m afraid we must be off. Most delightful to see you again, Hermione. And Potter. I’m sure you’ll find somebody else to stalk soon.”
Harry tilted his head up, and grinned.
“It’s not as much fun to stalk anybody else, Malfoy.”
“Oh?”
Harry lowered his lids, smirked a little, looked up again.
“Nobody else seems to enjoy it quite as much.”
Zabini laughed and winked at Harry as Draco dragged him away.
the_eros_affair. It's supposed to whip you to a frenzy of anticipation. Or not. ;)“Ah, so that’s why we’re here.”
Hermione’s voice was fond, but there was exasperation as well, familiar now from many long nights spent with Harry in trendy bars. Harry didn’t question it; he knew she voiced her disapproval gently, had come to expect it even. He figured he deserved it since he was being unreasonable and refused to explain.
Draco was sitting across the restaurant, sharing a table and a meal with Blaise Zabini. Their faces were barely illuminated, the candles on the table dark, almost the same bloody red as their wine. No fat church candles for Slytherins, no bright lights to expose them. Harry wondered briefly if there was a company policy to allocate tables according to Houses, when Hermione spoke again.
“They’ve noticed us.”
Zabini was looking at their table, nodding to Hermione and smirking into his wine. There was the smugness he always wore when he saw Harry, the hint of a triumph. Harry took another sip of his drink and stared at the table.
“Are you going to go talk to him?”
“No. No point, is there.”
“Why are we here, then?”
With some reluctance, Harry looked up. She was concerned for him, but there was also wariness beside the concern, and slight frustration.
“I realise that you…like him, Harry, but he has told you, many times, that he’s not interested. Don’t you think it would be better if you moved on? Found somebody else? You can’t keep following him around London, you know. Or soon Blaise will start thinking that I’m after him, and I’d never hear the end of it.”
Harry knew he was supposed to smile at that. But he was too tired, and even the idea of Hermione wrapping Blaise Zabini around her finger couldn’t make him want to respond like a normal human being.
“You’re still obsessed with him.”
“No, I’m not obsessed with him. It’s nothing like that. Nothing like then.”
Hermione smiled at that, a natural smile. It seemed so easy when she did it.
“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re not convinced he’s plotting dastardly deeds under our noses, but if you’re not obsessed with him, what is it? Why him? I’m trying to understand, Harry, I honestly am but…”
There was the smallest movement of air behind him, but Harry heard the scraping of chairs against hard stony floors and the haughty gratitude of the waiter. Then a scent, sandalwood and expensive wool, and all his blood was suddenly humming in his ears. A pale hand on the curve of his chair, and a familiar voice by his ear.
“Stalking is such an unattractive trait, Potter. I’d hate to have to file charges.”
And it was easy to turn his head, give an amused smile, and speak in a steady voice.
“Having a meal in the same restaurant as you hardly constitutes stalking, Malfoy. We merely happened to choose this place for a quick bite. I had no idea you’d be here.”
“Really, Potter. How…astonishing.”
Hermione’s smile suggested a woman about to go into battle and already positioning her javelin for the throw.
“Actually, Malfoy, this place was my suggestion. I hope you aren’t implying that I’m stalking you.”
Draco twitched his lips.
“Hermione darling, if you ever felt an inclination to do so…”
Draco licked his teeth, but he wasn’t looking at Hermione.
“…you’d be most welcome to.”
“Indeed.”
There were times when Harry felt envious of people’s ability to communicate flirts and insults with the curve of their lips. Hermione’s mouth was a straight line, but there was a hint of satisfaction for having scored a point.
“Well, this has been lovely, but I’m afraid we must be off. Most delightful to see you again, Hermione. And Potter. I’m sure you’ll find somebody else to stalk soon.”
Harry tilted his head up, and grinned.
“It’s not as much fun to stalk anybody else, Malfoy.”
“Oh?”
Harry lowered his lids, smirked a little, looked up again.
“Nobody else seems to enjoy it quite as much.”
Zabini laughed and winked at Harry as Draco dragged him away.
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Date: 2005-12-19 04:24 pm (UTC)Now is that Draco/Blaise I see or Blaise/Hermione. Oddly enough- I'm ok with Blaise being straight with Hermione. something back a fic way back when that just stuck.
anywho I am definately looking forward to reading the fic.