The Wake-up Kiss
Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Seamus Finnigan, Zacharias Smith, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Parvati Patil, Luna Lovegood, Terry Boot, Lisa Turpin, Narcissa Black Malfoy Additional Tags: Humor, Ministry of Magic Ball (Harry Potter), Finding A Date, Bigotry & Prejudice, News Media, Kissing, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Auror Harry Potter, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Magical Tattoos, Romance, Oblivious Harry Potter, Drinking, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Breaking Up & Making Up, Getting Back Together, Bisexual Harry Potter, Happy Ending, No Smut, Implied Sexual Content, H/D Erised 2022, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), POV Harry Potter, Minor Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini
Summary:
This time, when Harry found himself without a date for the Ministry Yule Ball, Parvati Patil was unable to step in. So, he was left with the only other viable option: to ask Draco Malfoy. Which would be fine, of course: it had been twelve years since the war after all. And they saw each other regularly now, meeting up with the same group of friends almost every Friday night.
Harry, however, obviously hadn’t taken into account just how insufferable Zacharias Smith could be.
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Excerpt:
“So, there really was no one else left to ask? You had to stoop as low as to ask Draco Malfoy as your plus one for tonight,” Zacharias Smith now commented, while suddenly invading Harry’s personal space like a Bludger, voice dripping with disdain.
“No, didn’t stoop. There were other people I could have asked,” Harry answered a bit too fast, a bit too defensively, even though he knew Smith wasn’t worth the trouble. But it was true though; he could have asked spiteful Smith himself. And he was exceedingly glad that he hadn’t.
“Yes, there were,” Smith all but hissed, probably also thinking Harry could have asked him, but likely less glad that he hadn’t.
Meanwhile Harry saw Draco determinedly weaving his way over to them at a brisk pace. He had obviously also spotted shit Smith.
“Definitely. And I chose to ask Draco,” Harry clarified, realising that that was surprisingly true, too.
“Well, that could hardly have been voluntary. What did he offer you for his ticket back into society?” Smith spit next. Which was a comment that didn’t make any sense at all, of course, but that Harry somehow saw reflected on Draco’s pale face anyway, Draco, who had almost reached them now and who was obviously within earshot.
Smith was such a wanker.
“Nothing. He didn’t have to offer anything. We’re—” and Harry heard himself falter, because what were they? He and Draco saw each other almost every Friday, but they usually didn’t exchange more than a few pleasantries, almost like they had somehow mutually decided not to let their past shine through.
And Harry caught it, the way something that looked a lot like hurt passed over Draco’s features at Harry’s inability to finish that sentence, eventually leaving Draco’s face completely shuttered, though. Smith’s laugh, however, was positively victorious. “I knew it. You can’t even say it. You know, for one moment there you had me, I actually thought you, you know, like like him. But you can’t even—”
Smith had undoubtedly wanted to say more, but no more words came. Because Harry had had quite enough, so he’d taken Draco by the expensive lapel of his dress robes and pulled him in, kissing him like he meant it.
It effectively shut Zacharias Smith right up.
And Harry might have had a few too many, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to care, because between the way Draco had looked and the way Smith had sounded, Harry had felt like this was his only option.
Draco, however, froze when their lips met, just for a moment, after which he apparently gave in, though, his mouth claiming Harry’s in a way that was almost hungry. So, Harry pulled him in even further, parting Draco’s lips with his tongue, savouring the kiss, the taste of expensive Firewhisky.
That would fucking show bloody arsehole Smith.
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