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firewhiskeyficTitle: I swear I know my fruit. Promise.
Author:veelawings
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Absolutely
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: HP | Drarry
Challenge/Prompts used: I tried to use all of them but there was a glaring typo so I'm not sure if one of the prompts will count. 😅
Summary: A Potions Profressor walks into a tea shop? I don't know.
Rating/Warnings: Mature, Mentions of Amorentia attempts and rimming that never happened.
Word count: 616
Author's Notes (if any): I wish I could have stayed up for the ending.
A large gust of wind blew into the Tea Shop when Draco entered Friday evening, after his last class of the day. He stomped his boots clean on the welcome mat and cast a quiet Evanesco on the stray leaves scattered around the entryway. While Draco, Neville, and Harry preferred the laidback atmosphere of Three Broomsticks, once a month they indulged Lavender and met up at Madam Puddifoot’s instead. Even when it proved to be more of a fuss than relaxing some nights.
“Professor Malfoy!”
Like the nights when Draco ran into his more annoying Seventh Year students, like Delilah Bones and her pair of Hufflepuff sidekicks. Merlin, he hoped he never looked like that with Greg and Vince. “Yes, Miss Bones?” he asked, holding back a tired sigh for professionalism’s sake.
“So, what do you think about my suggestions for this year’s curriculum?” She was as bold as the black Muggle lipstick she wore.
Draco failed to find it charming.
With nearly twenty years of teaching under his belt, he shouldn’t be so surprised by the shamelessness of children and yet they still found a way to make leave him speechless. “Miss Bones — I have several good reasons for removing Amorentia from the list of potions I allow my students to brew. I’m afraid you’ll have to find a legal method of courting Jamie Potter. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to enjoy my student free weekend. Unless you’d prefer a detention?”
“No thanks, Professor Malfoy.” Delilah popped her gum and satback down at her table, whispering angrily with her friends almost immediately. Teenagers.
Rolling his eyes, Draco folded his robes across the back of the empty chair saved for him. Thankfully, someone had ordered ahead for him. His Earl Grey had steam gently wafting from the surface due to Harry’s proficent Stasis Charm. He was Draco’s favorite colleague by miles.
“I see your faovrite student is still trying to drug my son,” Harry smirked from across the table, immediately bumping his status down to just above Filch.
“She keeps trying to sneak peppermint and rose thorns out of the greenhouses,” Neville complained while heaping extra jam and clotted cream onto the scones on hiss plate. “I’ve given her six detentions since the start of term, Harry. Six.”
“How is that my—”
“And I keep telling her that pursuing Jamie will lead to nothing but heartache. It’s in the tea laves,” Lavender insisted, stirring her milk in until her spoon clacnked against the porcelain. Loudly. “I’ve tried explaining to her but she refuses to see reason. Oh, to be young and feel love’s sting.”
“It would be easier on everyone if Jamie would turn her down properly instead of misleading her for the attention,” Draco said in a snide tone. He didn’t make a habit of tallying his parenting wins against Harry, but Scorpius was a model student compared to the Potter children.
“I know, Malfoy,” Harry argued, kicking the toe of his trainers into the arch of Draco’s foot under tha table. “I keep telling him.”
“Well tell him harder.” Lavender sipped her tea before and wrinkling her nose at the three fo them for snickering like children at here unintended accidenetaly innuenudo. “Your’re all as bad as frourth Years I swear,”
Suddenly three Diringable pears fell from the the ceiling to knock Lanvender and Nevillle subconscious so Draco and Harry could filirt in peace. So they did. Greatly. and it was smother than any lines the author can think fo of now.
Darco and Harry were going were the loo where thewre was gonna be a rimming scene but its is late so y;all cann jsut imaginewation it goodnight thanks
Author:
veelawingsI am of legal drinking age in my region: Absolutely
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: HP | Drarry
Challenge/Prompts used: I tried to use all of them but there was a glaring typo so I'm not sure if one of the prompts will count. 😅
Summary: A Potions Profressor walks into a tea shop? I don't know.
Rating/Warnings: Mature, Mentions of Amorentia attempts and rimming that never happened.
Word count: 616
Author's Notes (if any): I wish I could have stayed up for the ending.
A large gust of wind blew into the Tea Shop when Draco entered Friday evening, after his last class of the day. He stomped his boots clean on the welcome mat and cast a quiet Evanesco on the stray leaves scattered around the entryway. While Draco, Neville, and Harry preferred the laidback atmosphere of Three Broomsticks, once a month they indulged Lavender and met up at Madam Puddifoot’s instead. Even when it proved to be more of a fuss than relaxing some nights.
“Professor Malfoy!”
Like the nights when Draco ran into his more annoying Seventh Year students, like Delilah Bones and her pair of Hufflepuff sidekicks. Merlin, he hoped he never looked like that with Greg and Vince. “Yes, Miss Bones?” he asked, holding back a tired sigh for professionalism’s sake.
“So, what do you think about my suggestions for this year’s curriculum?” She was as bold as the black Muggle lipstick she wore.
Draco failed to find it charming.
With nearly twenty years of teaching under his belt, he shouldn’t be so surprised by the shamelessness of children and yet they still found a way to make leave him speechless. “Miss Bones — I have several good reasons for removing Amorentia from the list of potions I allow my students to brew. I’m afraid you’ll have to find a legal method of courting Jamie Potter. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to enjoy my student free weekend. Unless you’d prefer a detention?”
“No thanks, Professor Malfoy.” Delilah popped her gum and satback down at her table, whispering angrily with her friends almost immediately. Teenagers.
Rolling his eyes, Draco folded his robes across the back of the empty chair saved for him. Thankfully, someone had ordered ahead for him. His Earl Grey had steam gently wafting from the surface due to Harry’s proficent Stasis Charm. He was Draco’s favorite colleague by miles.
“I see your faovrite student is still trying to drug my son,” Harry smirked from across the table, immediately bumping his status down to just above Filch.
“She keeps trying to sneak peppermint and rose thorns out of the greenhouses,” Neville complained while heaping extra jam and clotted cream onto the scones on hiss plate. “I’ve given her six detentions since the start of term, Harry. Six.”
“How is that my—”
“And I keep telling her that pursuing Jamie will lead to nothing but heartache. It’s in the tea laves,” Lavender insisted, stirring her milk in until her spoon clacnked against the porcelain. Loudly. “I’ve tried explaining to her but she refuses to see reason. Oh, to be young and feel love’s sting.”
“It would be easier on everyone if Jamie would turn her down properly instead of misleading her for the attention,” Draco said in a snide tone. He didn’t make a habit of tallying his parenting wins against Harry, but Scorpius was a model student compared to the Potter children.
“I know, Malfoy,” Harry argued, kicking the toe of his trainers into the arch of Draco’s foot under tha table. “I keep telling him.”
“Well tell him harder.” Lavender sipped her tea before and wrinkling her nose at the three fo them for snickering like children at here unintended accidenetaly innuenudo. “Your’re all as bad as frourth Years I swear,”
Suddenly three Diringable pears fell from the the ceiling to knock Lanvender and Nevillle subconscious so Draco and Harry could filirt in peace. So they did. Greatly. and it was smother than any lines the author can think fo of now.
Darco and Harry were going were the loo where thewre was gonna be a rimming scene but its is late so y;all cann jsut imaginewation it goodnight thanks
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Date: 2021-02-17 02:46 am (UTC)Suddenly three Diringable pears fell from the the ceiling to knock Lanvender and Nevillle subconscious so Draco and Harry could filirt in peace. So they did. Greatly. and it was smother than any lines the author can think fo of now.
I love drunk fic so much.
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Date: 2021-02-17 09:01 am (UTC)I love that these 4 are hanging out together. Every group of Gryffindors needs at least one Slytherin!
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Date: 2021-02-17 09:11 am (UTC)Ah well I guess I can use my "imaginewation" for the rest.
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Date: 2021-02-17 09:13 pm (UTC)Darco and Harry were going were the loo where thewre was gonna be a rimming scene but its is late so y;all cann jsut imaginewation it goodnight thanks
Omg this is fucking hilarious!!! And I see what you mean! Pears! LMAO! And OUCH! Hurray for getting a mention of rimming in before you passed out! Glorious. :D
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Date: 2021-02-21 04:47 am (UTC)I love the griping over the students, especially Harry's resignation about James. And also the dirigible pears knocking Lav and Nev "subconscious". And the fact that you gave up there. But yes, we've all read enough fanfiction smut that we can imagine it. FWF is all about the setup!