Microfic May Day 4: Pathetic

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Draco has never been good at waiting.

The day the Prophet breaks the story of the year, the decade, nay, the century—cover splashed with a blurry photograph featuring a nonetheless unmistakable bird's nest of hair and another man, topped off with the unimaginative yet direct headline, POTTER: GAY?—is the very same day Draco sits down across from Pansy in their favourite booth at Theo's Bar (also unimaginatively titled) and announces, with verve: "I have a plan."

Pansy sighs, sharp and judgemental. "Let me guess—"

"No," he interrupts. "Let me tell you."

"I already know this is about Harry fucking—"

"This is about Potter," he continues, talking loudly over her, "and my absolutely foolproof plan to get my hands on some Chosen Cock."

"Only your hands? Dream big, Draco," she says sarcastically, brow flat with irritation.

"Oh I am. Naturally this is only stage one. Stage five is marriage. Stage six? Impregnating him with the Malfoy heir."

"Not a visual I actually needed, thanks ever so!"

"You're not listening, Pans." He emphasises his point with a sharp slap to the tabletop. "You're not appreciating this for the life-changing moment it is. I am going to seduce Potter, and fuck him so hard he—"

"What?" comes an amused voice. "So hard I what, Malfoy?"

Draco's life flashes before his eyes, confirming that he's experiencing some sort of near-death phenomenon. He manages, somehow, to start breathing again, and affects a casual, unaffected lean against the booth seat, turning to face Harry Potter, giant wanker and wank-inspirer.

"Potter."

"Hi."

He's grinning, dark hair even more disastrous than that wretched photo. So annoying. Draco's never found him attractive in his entire life, actually.

"We were having a private conversation, very much not concerning you."

"Oh?" Those stupid green eyes are fixed on Draco's face. His grin is so. fucking. obnoxious. "Is there another Harry Potter you were hoping to impregnate?"

"Yes," Draco scowls, feeling his face grow blotchy. "You don't even make the top hundred. Sorry for the terrible blow, but you could stand to be taken down a peg or two."

"Oh, you know me." Potter spreads his arms. "I'm not averse to a good peg."

Pansy gags into her martini, as Draco tries to regain the feeling in his legs.

"Well," Potter shrugs, tucking his thumbs into his jeans. Merlin. Draco wants to climb him. "I guess I'll leave you be, then. Good luck impregnating that other fellow."

And then he's turning—leaving!—

"Wait!" Draco's hand shoots out, and the warmth of Potter's arm sends a shock right up through his fingers, tingling. "Perhaps you could be of some use, Scarhead."

There's a dimple threatening Draco's sanity, in the corner of Potter's cheek. "Yes, Draco?"

"Yes." He's such a prick. "Harry." Draco rubs a thumb against the inside of Potter's wrist, watching with great satisfaction as a shiver runs through him. "After all, I'll need someone to practice those impregnation skills on."

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Microfic May: “Pathetic”

Day 4 of the unofficial Microfic May by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean Thank you to @the-forbidden-forest for the alpha read!

“You’re pathetic,” Draco says. But there’s no bite to it. It’s not like how he’d said it in school, when he’d made a sport of riling Harry up, of looking down on him and his friends. Not like in Auror training—paired together as equal-opportunity punishment by a boss who disliked them both—when they’d taken the one upmanship to a new level, but somehow Draco always seemed to best him, spurring Harry to keep aiming higher. It’s not even tenderly mocking, like on their wedding day, tears streaming down Harry’s face after Draco had slipped the band onto his finger. “Pathetic,” Draco repeats, barely a whisper, as he hooks his chin over Harry’s shoulder to gaze down at the sleeping bundle in Harry’s arms. “How long have you been sitting here?” “Since he fell asleep. I just can’t put him down,” Harry admits, running the pad of his finger under the fold of blanket to reveal the face of their newborn son, nestled inside. Draco sighs into the curve of his neck.“I love you.” “That," Harry says softly, not a bit of bite to it, "is because you’re just as pathetic for me as I am for you."

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