posted by
drusillas_rain at 06:44pm on 14/04/2009
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This has been sitting on my harddrive for a while now and it probably wouldn't have been made public, but I ♥ Aut. And well, she asked for it.
Title: Just Like Magic
Rating: R
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Written for
autumnlecroix who requested Aut/Draco + scotch
Summary: Aut goes to a bar, drinks too much scotch, and meets a hot, blond Brit.
Warning: I should warn for OOC-ness (Aut's, not Draco's). Oh, and RPH (Real Person Het).
She blamed the scotch.
The evening started innocently enough. She had discovered a lovely jazz bar, and had struck up a conversation with one of the musicians. He was tall, blond, and had the sexiest British accent.
After sharing half a bottle of scotch, she decided they were wearing too much clothing. They were in his apartment in what felt like moments, and he was incredibly hot underneath his perfectly tailored clothing.
In the morning, the headache was too much, but the old family remedy worked like magic.
Then she remembered noticing his skull and snake tattoo. And that he’d told her to call him Draco after confessing that “Daniel” was a stage name. And that she had noticed his towels were monogrammed “DM”.
“Is your wand Hawthorne, 10-inches, with a unicorn hair core?”
“How...how do you know?” he asked, obviously startled.
Aut tried her best not to squee.
“Oh, no reason, I was just thinking about, um, how about a repeat of last night?”
She relaxed when he smiled at her and walked to the bedroom. Quietly jumping up and down a few times, she thought she’d better take very thorough notes, otherwise her f-list would never forgive her.
Title: Just Like Magic
Rating: R
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Written for
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Summary: Aut goes to a bar, drinks too much scotch, and meets a hot, blond Brit.
Warning: I should warn for OOC-ness (Aut's, not Draco's). Oh, and RPH (Real Person Het).
She blamed the scotch.
The evening started innocently enough. She had discovered a lovely jazz bar, and had struck up a conversation with one of the musicians. He was tall, blond, and had the sexiest British accent.
After sharing half a bottle of scotch, she decided they were wearing too much clothing. They were in his apartment in what felt like moments, and he was incredibly hot underneath his perfectly tailored clothing.
In the morning, the headache was too much, but the old family remedy worked like magic.
Then she remembered noticing his skull and snake tattoo. And that he’d told her to call him Draco after confessing that “Daniel” was a stage name. And that she had noticed his towels were monogrammed “DM”.
“Is your wand Hawthorne, 10-inches, with a unicorn hair core?”
“How...how do you know?” he asked, obviously startled.
Aut tried her best not to squee.
“Oh, no reason, I was just thinking about, um, how about a repeat of last night?”
She relaxed when he smiled at her and walked to the bedroom. Quietly jumping up and down a few times, she thought she’d better take very thorough notes, otherwise her f-list would never forgive her.
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<--would have totally squeed irl.
♥!!!
(And can I say that I love the bit about him taking the name Daniel? How deliciously coincidental!)
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