Title: Dutch Courage

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Summary: Firewhiskey helps.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: This is my first effort at writing. Unbetaed. Reviews are love and Concrit is welcome and appreciated.

Dutch Courage

Two weeks after the Wizengamot hearing and with copious amounts of Firewhiskey consumed, Draco finally penned it.

Potter,

I'm sorry.

DM

In the morning, nursing a hangover, Draco couldn't stop cursing himself. What if he didn't get a reply, or worse still, what if he did? The nausea which he'd fully attributed to his miserable hangover continued on even after taking the hangover potion from his mother's personal stock. When a letter finally arrived for him by evening,he was a nervous wreck and it was with slightly trembling hands that he opened it.

Malfoy/Draco/Git,

You better be sorry. I cannot believe you ran out on me like that after that night together. I hated you for a bit there, but thankfully Pansy came over last week and helped me with Malfoy-speak. All that unloading of emotions and confessions apparently scared the Malfoy in you. Which is weird, since I already told Draco that his feelings were reciprocated. Still, figured Malfoy would need some distance to compose himself.

Giving you a chance to grovel. Meet me at the Three Broomsticks for drinks tonight? Or Floo over earlier. Whatever. Its not like I'm desperate or anything.

Bring Draco along, I love him quite a lot you know.

Harry.

Draco almost collapsed with relief. He knew he'd fucked up. He'd been absolutely miserable for the past 2 weeks. All the pent up emotions from after the hearing had wrung him dry and his mind had just stopped working. Never again. Harry would never need someone else's help to decipher him. He'd only get Draco from now on.

Harry,

Thank you.

Flooing over now. Will forget to pack nightwear. Guess I'll just have to go without.

And…I love you too.

Draco

Pansy,

You're brilliant. Thank you.

Lunch tomorrow, my treat.

Draco

fin