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firewhiskeyficTitle: Luck be a lady tonight.
Author:sdk
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) Yes. Yes yes.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry Potter/Daco Malfoy, pansy parking son/hermione granger, blaise zabinin/hginny weasley maybe in thefturue
Challenge: seams finnigan, felix felicitous, the three broomsticks, can you believe out luck
Summary: blaise isn't too happy to find the three broomstick sullied with gryffindors, but neither pansy nor draco mind so much.
Rating/Warnings: barely nc-17? Like maybe r for one small scene. I'm sorry there isn't more smut!!!
Word count: 1400 thereabouts
Author's Notes (if any): this takes place during 8th year, just in case I didn't reference that anywhere, which I don't think I did. Omg. Sorry for the lack of smut. I am disappointed in myself.
ntorable. Draco could hear Blaise snort under his breath as they entered the three broomsticks. Gryfindorks everywhere, it seemed at fist glance. Some kinda of party . finnigan played host at a corner table, standing on his chair and lifting his beer in toast after toast. they were loud. brash. annoying in the best of scircumstances. Add alcohol to the mix, well...
"Can you believe our luck?" blaise said. o r asled really. though he didn't get an answer. "We should go somewhere else."
"The Hog's head?" That was pasny. she slung her arm around bliae's shoulders and kissed im on the cheek . "Don't be baft. "
raco knew Pansy had her reasons for wanting to stay. he'd caught her sneaking up to ght gryffindor tower after curfew more than once. never confronted her, of course . that would reeveal heis onwn sneaking aroun. And his own interest in staying put. he eyed the crowded gryffindor table until he landed on a particularly messy mop of black hair. bespeckled eyes met his own. (lmg lolol. what am i wriing.) they shared a glance for a meremonment before weasley sling po elbowed Potter , grabbing his attention. But it was enough to sen shivers down draco's spine adn get his blood running in anticipation.
"There's a table in the back. Unless you're afraid of a bunch of Gryffindors?" Draphne piped up which made Blaise roll his eyes.
"Not choosing to subject one selves to a pack of 4avenous lions is not fear. It's self-preservation." Still blaise gestured ahead. "Lead the way."
"I'll grab the first round," Draco said. He didn't miss Blaise's raised eyebrows, no doubt in response to Draco's rare display of generosity, but chose to ignore them as he headed to the bar. Loud music echoed everywhere throughout the pub, and as Draco was waiting for his order, he turned to ee that Seamus had managed to corral a few people into the makeshift dance flor in front of their table. Granger, Weasley…and there was Potter, popping along to the music, clearly suffering from a lack of rhythm but not seeming to care all that much. He was smiling. The beat moving through him in the most awkward of ways, shoulder bouncing hips jerking along. He caught Draco's gaze again, but this time held it. His smile goesfgrew embarrassed, smaller boyt just a bit and he shrugged and something inside Draco lurched and he spun back to the bar just in ctie to grab his friends drink.s
"Just sex," drraco said under his breath. "It's just sex."
But the desire to go up to Potter, slide his arms around Potter's waist, rest his head on Potter's shoulder and just sayw to the beat couldn't be stifled no matter how Draco tried to rush it down.
Xx
Pansy barely resisted slapping Blaise's thumping fingers as they sat the table, waiting for Draco to return. No one else seemed to be bothered by the long wait. Daphne sat in Goyle's lap and playsd with his tie. Two seconds away run stuffing her tongue down his throat, Pansy was sure, but at least that would stop her inane 'flirtatious' laughter. For Pansy herself, she was perfectly entertained. She had a straight view to the dancing Gryffindors and saw the object of her affection swiliviling her hips, laughing with flushed cheesks , hands over her head swaying back and forth. It definitely made pansy want to do minter things rather than lust just look.
Blaises' grumpiness was dinifitel ruining the mood, though.
"I'll just go check on Draco. Probably having a devil of a time with a levitating spell in this crowd," she said. She slid out of the booth before aycould object and took the long way towards the bar, brushing just behind Granger. She leaned into Granger's bushing hair ad murmured, "Meet me around back. Five minutes." Then she pretended to trip, managing t o get a handful of Granger's arse in the process.
"Watch it, parkinson," Granger said, but her voice shook and she licked her lips, nearly giving the game away. Pansy laughed and gave her hips an extra swing as she went on her way, quite sure Granger's eyes were on her the entire time.
Xx
"Hey." Potter slid up to Draco's side just as he was trying to figure out how to safely levivititate several shots through the thick crwd. He glanced quickly and saw that none of their friends seemed to be looking--and besides, they can't fault either of them for ordering drinks, for Salazar's sake. Therewas nothing suspicious about that!
"I need the loo," he said.
"Bully for you," Draco snorted. Potter gave him a quizzical look and his hand brushed over Draco's lightly--almost seemingly by accident bt Draco knew it was anything but. And that small touch was enough to have Draco craving more, craving those hands all over his bodoy.
"I just thought you'd want to know. It's that way. In case, uh. You needed to go. And yo forgot."
Draco bit back a smile. He nodded ver seriously. "Thanks, Potter. It's good information to have."
Potter shot him a aadazziling smile before turning and making his way towards the toilets.
"Sid the drinks," Draco said under his breath. And after a few momnents, he followed right after him.
Xx
In exactly five minutes Granger rounded the back of the three broomsticks. In less than half of that time, Pansy had her against the building, fingers in her knickers, thrusting inside her, granger's leg around her hip, rocking in time with her thrust.s
"Merlin, you;fre so wet for me," Pansy murmured just below her ear. She licked a wet stripe down her neck. Granger whimpered breathlessly, her hand tangled in Pansy's hair, fingers scraping against her scalp. "That's it, baby. That's it."
There was nothing better than making Hermione Granger fall apart.
Xx
Draco followed Potter into the first stall and turned to lock the door behind them. Before he could face Poter again, Potter slid up behind him, arms slithering around Draco's waist na dup his chest. Draco felt his arousal, hard and heavy, flush against Draco's arse. He nearly pushed back into it--sod all these "feelings" but when Potter begin to fumble with the buttons of Draco's shirt, Draco laid a hand over his and squeezed.
"Wait--"
To potter's credit, he immediately stopped, backed away, brebfhthing heavily.
Draco turned and met Potter's meltingly adorable confused expression. Dmn him.
Draco took a deep breath. "I want to dance with you."
"Here?" Potter asked. "It's a bit tight, but--"
"No, not here, you door." Draco laughed. He couldn't help it. He felt a bit crazy. "Out there."
"Oh." Harry's eyes widened. He scratched the bath of his neck and looked to his side--towards 'out there' were all his friends waited, drunk and happy, stumbling along to the music. Draco's heart had just being to sink, but Harry looked back into his eyes and said, "all right."
"All right?"
Harry smiled. "Yeah. What the hell, right? Do you wanna do it now? Because.." Potter took a step forward and brushed his hand long Draco's chest. "You know…"
Draco grabbed Harry by his belt buckle and pulled him the rest of the way forward. "It can wait."
Xx
Blaise trumped his fingers on the table. He'd been abandoned by all of his friends, which he knew would happen the moment he saw the group of Gryffindors when they walked in. Oh sure, Daphne and Gregory remained at their booth, but as they both were currently stuck to ech other's oaths, they weren't exactly the best company at the moment. No, Draco couldn't resist Potter and Pansy was head over heels for Granger whether she realised it or not, and Blaise was left alone. Again. Drinkless.
He glanced over at the Gryffindor table, quit a bit emptier than when they first walked in. The only ones remaining were Weasley, Thomas and Finnigan, currently jumping up and down, pouring ale down each other's throats, thumping their chests--soe sort of homoerotic straight boy ritual if Blaise ever saw one. But there, sitting at the table, nursing a gillywater, sat Ginny Weasley. All by herself.
Blaise smirked. He slid out of his booth, grabbed two floating shots of firewhiskey that were along his path and headed straight for her.
Perhaps that sip of felix felicitous he took earlier worked after all.
Author:
sdkI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) Yes. Yes yes.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry Potter/Daco Malfoy, pansy parking son/hermione granger, blaise zabinin/hginny weasley maybe in thefturue
Challenge: seams finnigan, felix felicitous, the three broomsticks, can you believe out luck
Summary: blaise isn't too happy to find the three broomstick sullied with gryffindors, but neither pansy nor draco mind so much.
Rating/Warnings: barely nc-17? Like maybe r for one small scene. I'm sorry there isn't more smut!!!
Word count: 1400 thereabouts
Author's Notes (if any): this takes place during 8th year, just in case I didn't reference that anywhere, which I don't think I did. Omg. Sorry for the lack of smut. I am disappointed in myself.
ntorable. Draco could hear Blaise snort under his breath as they entered the three broomsticks. Gryfindorks everywhere, it seemed at fist glance. Some kinda of party . finnigan played host at a corner table, standing on his chair and lifting his beer in toast after toast. they were loud. brash. annoying in the best of scircumstances. Add alcohol to the mix, well...
"Can you believe our luck?" blaise said. o r asled really. though he didn't get an answer. "We should go somewhere else."
"The Hog's head?" That was pasny. she slung her arm around bliae's shoulders and kissed im on the cheek . "Don't be baft. "
raco knew Pansy had her reasons for wanting to stay. he'd caught her sneaking up to ght gryffindor tower after curfew more than once. never confronted her, of course . that would reeveal heis onwn sneaking aroun. And his own interest in staying put. he eyed the crowded gryffindor table until he landed on a particularly messy mop of black hair. bespeckled eyes met his own. (lmg lolol. what am i wriing.) they shared a glance for a meremonment before weasley sling po elbowed Potter , grabbing his attention. But it was enough to sen shivers down draco's spine adn get his blood running in anticipation.
"There's a table in the back. Unless you're afraid of a bunch of Gryffindors?" Draphne piped up which made Blaise roll his eyes.
"Not choosing to subject one selves to a pack of 4avenous lions is not fear. It's self-preservation." Still blaise gestured ahead. "Lead the way."
"I'll grab the first round," Draco said. He didn't miss Blaise's raised eyebrows, no doubt in response to Draco's rare display of generosity, but chose to ignore them as he headed to the bar. Loud music echoed everywhere throughout the pub, and as Draco was waiting for his order, he turned to ee that Seamus had managed to corral a few people into the makeshift dance flor in front of their table. Granger, Weasley…and there was Potter, popping along to the music, clearly suffering from a lack of rhythm but not seeming to care all that much. He was smiling. The beat moving through him in the most awkward of ways, shoulder bouncing hips jerking along. He caught Draco's gaze again, but this time held it. His smile goesfgrew embarrassed, smaller boyt just a bit and he shrugged and something inside Draco lurched and he spun back to the bar just in ctie to grab his friends drink.s
"Just sex," drraco said under his breath. "It's just sex."
But the desire to go up to Potter, slide his arms around Potter's waist, rest his head on Potter's shoulder and just sayw to the beat couldn't be stifled no matter how Draco tried to rush it down.
Xx
Pansy barely resisted slapping Blaise's thumping fingers as they sat the table, waiting for Draco to return. No one else seemed to be bothered by the long wait. Daphne sat in Goyle's lap and playsd with his tie. Two seconds away run stuffing her tongue down his throat, Pansy was sure, but at least that would stop her inane 'flirtatious' laughter. For Pansy herself, she was perfectly entertained. She had a straight view to the dancing Gryffindors and saw the object of her affection swiliviling her hips, laughing with flushed cheesks , hands over her head swaying back and forth. It definitely made pansy want to do minter things rather than lust just look.
Blaises' grumpiness was dinifitel ruining the mood, though.
"I'll just go check on Draco. Probably having a devil of a time with a levitating spell in this crowd," she said. She slid out of the booth before aycould object and took the long way towards the bar, brushing just behind Granger. She leaned into Granger's bushing hair ad murmured, "Meet me around back. Five minutes." Then she pretended to trip, managing t o get a handful of Granger's arse in the process.
"Watch it, parkinson," Granger said, but her voice shook and she licked her lips, nearly giving the game away. Pansy laughed and gave her hips an extra swing as she went on her way, quite sure Granger's eyes were on her the entire time.
Xx
"Hey." Potter slid up to Draco's side just as he was trying to figure out how to safely levivititate several shots through the thick crwd. He glanced quickly and saw that none of their friends seemed to be looking--and besides, they can't fault either of them for ordering drinks, for Salazar's sake. Therewas nothing suspicious about that!
"I need the loo," he said.
"Bully for you," Draco snorted. Potter gave him a quizzical look and his hand brushed over Draco's lightly--almost seemingly by accident bt Draco knew it was anything but. And that small touch was enough to have Draco craving more, craving those hands all over his bodoy.
"I just thought you'd want to know. It's that way. In case, uh. You needed to go. And yo forgot."
Draco bit back a smile. He nodded ver seriously. "Thanks, Potter. It's good information to have."
Potter shot him a aadazziling smile before turning and making his way towards the toilets.
"Sid the drinks," Draco said under his breath. And after a few momnents, he followed right after him.
Xx
In exactly five minutes Granger rounded the back of the three broomsticks. In less than half of that time, Pansy had her against the building, fingers in her knickers, thrusting inside her, granger's leg around her hip, rocking in time with her thrust.s
"Merlin, you;fre so wet for me," Pansy murmured just below her ear. She licked a wet stripe down her neck. Granger whimpered breathlessly, her hand tangled in Pansy's hair, fingers scraping against her scalp. "That's it, baby. That's it."
There was nothing better than making Hermione Granger fall apart.
Xx
Draco followed Potter into the first stall and turned to lock the door behind them. Before he could face Poter again, Potter slid up behind him, arms slithering around Draco's waist na dup his chest. Draco felt his arousal, hard and heavy, flush against Draco's arse. He nearly pushed back into it--sod all these "feelings" but when Potter begin to fumble with the buttons of Draco's shirt, Draco laid a hand over his and squeezed.
"Wait--"
To potter's credit, he immediately stopped, backed away, brebfhthing heavily.
Draco turned and met Potter's meltingly adorable confused expression. Dmn him.
Draco took a deep breath. "I want to dance with you."
"Here?" Potter asked. "It's a bit tight, but--"
"No, not here, you door." Draco laughed. He couldn't help it. He felt a bit crazy. "Out there."
"Oh." Harry's eyes widened. He scratched the bath of his neck and looked to his side--towards 'out there' were all his friends waited, drunk and happy, stumbling along to the music. Draco's heart had just being to sink, but Harry looked back into his eyes and said, "all right."
"All right?"
Harry smiled. "Yeah. What the hell, right? Do you wanna do it now? Because.." Potter took a step forward and brushed his hand long Draco's chest. "You know…"
Draco grabbed Harry by his belt buckle and pulled him the rest of the way forward. "It can wait."
Xx
Blaise trumped his fingers on the table. He'd been abandoned by all of his friends, which he knew would happen the moment he saw the group of Gryffindors when they walked in. Oh sure, Daphne and Gregory remained at their booth, but as they both were currently stuck to ech other's oaths, they weren't exactly the best company at the moment. No, Draco couldn't resist Potter and Pansy was head over heels for Granger whether she realised it or not, and Blaise was left alone. Again. Drinkless.
He glanced over at the Gryffindor table, quit a bit emptier than when they first walked in. The only ones remaining were Weasley, Thomas and Finnigan, currently jumping up and down, pouring ale down each other's throats, thumping their chests--soe sort of homoerotic straight boy ritual if Blaise ever saw one. But there, sitting at the table, nursing a gillywater, sat Ginny Weasley. All by herself.
Blaise smirked. He slid out of his booth, grabbed two floating shots of firewhiskey that were along his path and headed straight for her.
Perhaps that sip of felix felicitous he took earlier worked after all.
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Date: 2018-03-06 04:10 pm (UTC)"I just thought you'd want to know. It's that way. In case, uh. You needed to go. And yo forgot.”
Not-suave!harry omg is my favorite. And I totally agree with Pansy that “There was nothing better than making Hermione Granger fall apart.”
I loved Blaise’s observation of the homoerotic straight boy ritual (because ikr!?!) and the fact that he could never get his fingers to DRUM on the table. Also...Blaise/Ginny?! I would love to see how that goes! Great read!
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Date: 2018-03-06 05:09 pm (UTC)You door. LOLOL. This is my new favorite epithet! :D
And my new favorite verb: sling po! Haaaaahahahahaha! I don't even know how that one happened, but it's just so fortuitous! LMAO!
Also, I love that the entire story started with a typo, all by itself, its own sentence: "ntorable." Which I think is 'no table'? But I sort of love it for how nonsensical it is but that it seems to believe that it can stand alone and make sense. There's a confidence to it that I greatly admire. :DDD
Oh but aside from the adorable and hilarious typos (and omg, I agree with RP there that I cracked up every time Blaise's fingers simply refused to drum the table! LOLOL), this was also a really sweet and very sexy story! I love all the sneaking around and the developing feelings! Looooove Pansy 'tripping' and her hands falling onto Granger's ass. :D Ftw! I love all of Draco's interactions with this lovingly dorky and unsure Harry! My heart! Just the way you describe him dancing is a treasure in all honesty! And I feel like the kind of typos you made actually suit the delightful tone of the story itself.
I loved reading it! Fantastic job there, tipsy fingers. :D
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Date: 2018-03-08 02:31 am (UTC)Haha, oh man, I thought it was to mean "Intolerable."
Intrigue right from the beginning! ;)
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Date: 2018-03-06 05:24 pm (UTC)All those little drunken asides were great, too, MA. ;)
Draco and Pansy were not as discreet as they thought they were.
Blaise has the right idea, I think.
'Sid the drinks' indeed. *giggles*
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Date: 2018-03-06 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-06 09:18 pm (UTC)This was great fun to read!
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Date: 2018-03-07 09:59 pm (UTC)“Draco took a deep breath. "I want to dance with you."
"Here?" Potter asked. "It's a bit tight, but--"
I love it even more when I think about it because that’s such a Slytherin/Gryffindor misunderstanding. Draco is obliquely saying ‘I want to be seen in public with you’, but when you say ‘action verb’ to a Gryfffindor, of course that’s all they hear.
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Date: 2018-03-08 02:32 am (UTC)You door!
♥♥
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Date: 2018-03-08 03:04 pm (UTC)Potter shot him a aadazziling smile
I'd like to see that.
Awesome fic!
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Date: 2018-03-10 08:21 pm (UTC)This first word really set the mood for the fic :D There were some great typos in there, and of course the delightful drunk meta:
bespeckled eyes met his own. (lmg lolol. what am i wriing.)
Yay, all the pairings! Femslash <333 And Greg and Daphne! Never thought of that one but I love it. The ending!!! I'm so happy for Blaise.