The Arrangement (Part 8 of ?)
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fantasyfiend09Title: The Arrangement (8 of ?)
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fantasyfiend09
Word Count: 155
Rating: R for fic (G for this)
Prompt: Hot chocolate
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Short entry today because RL calls. Unbetaed.
Harry's head was pounding when he woke the next morning, but between a Hangover potion and Draco's talented mouth, he felt fabulous by the time they parted ways to Apparate to work. Harry was in such a good mood, he stopped into a café on the way to work.
Ron stared at the cup Harry held out to him with suspicion. “When are you up early enough for take-away tea on a Friday morning?” He didn't take the cup, so Harry set it on his desk, carefully avoiding the scattered parchment from his current case file.
“Not tea, hot chocolate.” He raised his cup to Ron and smiled. “I already had tea an hour ago.” He paused to see Ron's shocked face before settling at his own desk. There was nothing for him to do that day but paperwork, and he had a feeling that would be far less tedious than usual.
Part 9
Author:
fantasyfiend09Word Count: 155
Rating: R for fic (G for this)
Prompt: Hot chocolate
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Short entry today because RL calls. Unbetaed.
Harry's head was pounding when he woke the next morning, but between a Hangover potion and Draco's talented mouth, he felt fabulous by the time they parted ways to Apparate to work. Harry was in such a good mood, he stopped into a café on the way to work.
Ron stared at the cup Harry held out to him with suspicion. “When are you up early enough for take-away tea on a Friday morning?” He didn't take the cup, so Harry set it on his desk, carefully avoiding the scattered parchment from his current case file.
“Not tea, hot chocolate.” He raised his cup to Ron and smiled. “I already had tea an hour ago.” He paused to see Ron's shocked face before settling at his own desk. There was nothing for him to do that day but paperwork, and he had a feeling that would be far less tedious than usual.
Part 9