I (unfortunately) do not own any of the characters mentioned :( Don't like it? Don't read it :D Also, this is my first Drarry fic so bear with me...
"Seriously?" Muttered Draco as he sat in Harry's dressing room. "They say: break a leg?"
"Yes Draco, we've been over this four times now..." Harry was struggling to pull on a pair of boots while frantically looking at his watch. "Only 5 more minutes." He sounded worried.
"Who do these muggles think they are, paying to see someone on a raised surface, pretending to be someone else."
"I'm only filling in for a friend, this is the first break he's had this year."
Harry finished with his boots and then proceeded to pull on a pair of worn brown leather gloves.
"It just seems a bit odd, that's all."
Draco sat down on a chair and rested his elbows on his knees.
A loud voice called out Harry's name.
"Coming." He replied, craning his neck around the door.
"How do I look?"
"Ridiculous-"
"Thanks Draco."
"I didn't finish."
"Oh?"
Draco looked up at Harry's bare chest, and down at his blackened jeans.
"No, just Ridiculous.
Harry smiled, he loved the way Draco teased him.
The second act flew by, and there were only 10 minutes left of the play. Draco was now sitting cross legged on the floor of the dressing room, his nose in a magazine called "Reveal".
"This is weird," Draco thought. "Why do these women look orange? It looks as if they've eaten one of the Weasley Twins' mystery sweets from their shop. It must be what everyone desires to look like, a thin, orange woman with bleached blonde hair.
At that moment, Harry walked in, carrying a bunch of flowers, a bottle of champagne and wearing a grin on his face.
"It went well then, I take it?" Draco asked sarcastically.
"Of course it did!" Harry seemed as happy and confident as he did when he once drank that little vial of liquid luck. "Come on, let's celebrate. Let's... eat, in a restaurant!"
"Harry, it's nearly 12pm. Even in the wizarding world it's rather late."
Harry changed into his ordinary clothes and threw his costume into his large suitcase, cramming his props into any space he could find. He zipped it up and looked up. "We're not underage anymore, we're allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts, or are you too scared?"
Draco immediately closed his magazine "Too scared? I am a Malfoy."
"Which means you constantly malfunction, come on!" Harry dragged his suitcase out of the room, Draco, stunned, followed behind.
"Alohomora" Whispered Harry, the doors of Frankie and Benny's clicked and swung open. They walked inside and the place was deserted, chairs on tables, glasses neatly stacked on the bar, everything was so crisp and perfect.
"Muggle shops are rather exquisite, don't you think?"
"Well I've lived here longer than you, so it just seems like a room to serve starving customers to me."
Harry pulled two chairs from the end of a table which seated 8 and placed them on the floor while Draco attempted an 'Accio Bottle of Whiskey' which didn't seem to work.
"Harry this spell doesn't seem to like me today..."
"Stop being lazy, you don't have to use magic for every little thing you do."
"I'll do what I want. Accio Peanuts." A small bag of salted nuts flew towards Draco and smacked him on the nose which then abruptly fell to the floor, he was not best pleased. Harry couldn't help but snigger.
"Potter! Stop it!" Harry burst into fits of laughter. When he regained his breath, he couldn't help but tease Draco.
"I like it when you call me that." Harry mentioned.
"Oh really? Well then Potter, bring me something tasty, I'm famished."
"Or this instead..." Harry leaned in towards Draco and planted a light kiss onto his lips. Draco returned the favour but with more force, his left hand sliding down his back and right hand twirling Harry's hair. Harry forced Draco towards the nearest table and ripped his blazer off.
Let's just say, there were not many chairs left on the tables by the end of the night.
So... thoughts? I know it's short but I'm quite proud of it (for someone who is terrible at writing...) Review? 3