Chapter Title: We're not Friends
All Roads Lead Home, CH 21
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digthewriter
Word Count: 375
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 1.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slythindor100: IMAGE: Snow and Lights. 2. dracoharry100: Secret Santa. 3. newyearcntdown: Secret Santa. 4. ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
adventdrabbles Secret Santa.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed. (AO3 LINK)
Draco wasn't an idiot.
He knew what he was doing. He knew what Potter was doing, also. Potter wanted more that what they had right now. It was obvious but he'd said the woman from his job — the one who was his Secret Santa might have hinted the idea of having a no-strings-attached fling. And he was interested in doing that with Draco.
Just that.
But why did Potter come over every night? Now, he'd started to stop by without even asking. And Draco always let him in. They'd spend a little bit of time chatting on the sofa but it wouldn't take long until their clothes would be off, Draco would secure the wards and turn off the Floo network, and drag him to the bedroom.
Draco was an idiot because he was starting to get used to Potter. He'd started expecting his call when he'd return from work. When he'd find himself thinking about Potter in the middle of the day and smiling.
Tonight, when Potter came over, they didn't talk. Not at home. He told Draco to grab his coat and scarf and they went for a walk. A bloody walk in the snow blanketed garden with Christmas lights on the trees, and they'd held hands. It was absolutely romantic, and Draco had thought it was nice. Still, he didn't tell Potter that. He'd only complained about how cold it was, and Potter placed a warming charm on them.
"I'm ready to go home now," Draco said.
"Very well. I'll drop you off."
"Oh. You're not coming—" Draco stopped to clear his throat. "What was the point of this little romantic walk if you weren't expecting a shag?"
"That's why you thought I did this?" Potter said, almost laughing. "You didn't want to go to the party at Hogwarts, so I thought perhaps we could go for a walk."
"Not because you want to go home and take off my posh robes?"
"Of course, I do," said Potter, now, he looked slightly hurt. "But maybe I like your company."
"No, Potter. You can't say things like that."
"We can have no-strings and still enjoy our talks," replied Potter.
"No." Because when you leave, it'll only make me miss you. "We're not friends."
All Roads Lead Home, CH 21
Author:
digthewriterWord Count: 375
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 1.
slythindor100: IMAGE: Snow and Lights. 2. dracoharry100: Secret Santa. 3. newyearcntdown: Secret Santa. 4. adventdrabbles Secret Santa.Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed. (AO3 LINK)
Draco wasn't an idiot.
He knew what he was doing. He knew what Potter was doing, also. Potter wanted more that what they had right now. It was obvious but he'd said the woman from his job — the one who was his Secret Santa might have hinted the idea of having a no-strings-attached fling. And he was interested in doing that with Draco.
Just that.
But why did Potter come over every night? Now, he'd started to stop by without even asking. And Draco always let him in. They'd spend a little bit of time chatting on the sofa but it wouldn't take long until their clothes would be off, Draco would secure the wards and turn off the Floo network, and drag him to the bedroom.
Draco was an idiot because he was starting to get used to Potter. He'd started expecting his call when he'd return from work. When he'd find himself thinking about Potter in the middle of the day and smiling.
Tonight, when Potter came over, they didn't talk. Not at home. He told Draco to grab his coat and scarf and they went for a walk. A bloody walk in the snow blanketed garden with Christmas lights on the trees, and they'd held hands. It was absolutely romantic, and Draco had thought it was nice. Still, he didn't tell Potter that. He'd only complained about how cold it was, and Potter placed a warming charm on them.
"I'm ready to go home now," Draco said.
"Very well. I'll drop you off."
"Oh. You're not coming—" Draco stopped to clear his throat. "What was the point of this little romantic walk if you weren't expecting a shag?"
"That's why you thought I did this?" Potter said, almost laughing. "You didn't want to go to the party at Hogwarts, so I thought perhaps we could go for a walk."
"Not because you want to go home and take off my posh robes?"
"Of course, I do," said Potter, now, he looked slightly hurt. "But maybe I like your company."
"No, Potter. You can't say things like that."
"We can have no-strings and still enjoy our talks," replied Potter.
"No." Because when you leave, it'll only make me miss you. "We're not friends."
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