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A/N... Sammygirl, I'm from Indiana. But I don't really talk like I do. Where'd you think I was from?
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Draco didn't like it one bit. Not one freaking bit. He'd fought tooth and nail to get out if it, but no. Damn that Zabini and his tongue tricks. Damn him to hell. Damn him to eternal... Fuck it, he'd do anything for that tongue trick.
So there he was, sitting in a booth next to Blaise and across from Harry and Seamus Finnegan.
It was definitely the most fucked up situation Draco had ever been in. Kinda made him wanna shoot himself in the head. A few times. And maybe Blaise too. Just cause it was his idea. Plus Blaise would make Hell a lot better place to live (tongue trick).
"So, how did you two get together?" Blaise asked after five minutes of grueling silence. "I mean, I always thought you were straight Seamus."
"Um..." Harry began.
"We've been together for about two weeks. Actually, I have you to thank Draco. Poor Harry here came running into the dormitory bawling his precious little eyes out over the breakup," Seamus put his arm around Harry and pulled him to his chest. "That's when my tough exterior broke down and I knew I was in love. Right Harrykins?"
Draco made a face. "Harrykins?"
"Pet names," Seamus flashed Draco the cheeseiest smile he could muster. "We have pet names."
"Oh yeah? And what might Harrykins pet name for you be?" Draco smiled sweetly. "Hmm?"
Seamus nudged Harry in the side, his eyebrows lifting as he smiled down at him.
"Huh? Oh, oh... Um, this here is Seamy Weamy. He's my Seamy Weamy?" he looked up at Seamus questionably.
"I'm his Seamy Weamy." Seamus said, grinning from ear to ear.
"So we've got Harrykins and Seamy Weamy? Well, Blaise, what'll you have to eat? I'm thinking steak. A good 'ol man's meal," Draco grinned, pearly whites shining mockingly as he looked to Blaise. "What do you think?"
"Oh shove it Drake," Blaise laughed and shoved Draco playfully. "You know you want a salad without the onions because they make your breath stink and without carrots because you think they cause your skin to turn orange."
"Well they do," Draco argued.
"I've told you a million times, it's the fucking self tanner, not the damn carrots," Blaise laughed again. He put his arm around Draco and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. "God Love, stop pouting. You know what it does to me."
"Well maybe that's what I was getting at," Draco wiggled his eyebrows provocatively.
"Harsh Drake," Blaise said coyly. "Very harsh."
"Punish me later?"
"Wouldn't dream of letting that one go."
And throughout this little episode, Harry and Seamus sat watching on in awe. Seamus over the fact that two men could be so hot together and Harry over the fact that Draco never acted that way towards him. Finally, Harry had enough and cleared his throat. Loudly.
"Oh," Blaise snapped his head in their direction as Draco scowled. "I think I'll have the salmon. This place is word class when it comes to salmon."
"So how'd you pick this place anyway?" Seamus asked, looking around the restaurant. "I mean, I never thought I'd see the two of you in a place without silver napkin holders and waiters willing to sell their own mothers in order to get your food perfect."
"I brought Draco here on our first date," Blaise told him. "I figured I'd bring him down a notch."
"Do you remember where we went on our first date Draco?" Harry asked suddenly. "Remember the beach? It was perfect. The sandwiches, the wine, the salad, the silver napkin holders... I'll never forget that night."
"Yeah, me neither," Draco smiled, until it turned to a scowl. "The damn sandwiches were soggy, the wine was stale, and the silver flaked off the damn napkin holders... I fired three house elves later that night. And it fucking rained on us."
"We had our first kiss in that storm," Harry said.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "But I also fell in the mud and ruined my new CK jeans. And my goddamned Armani shoes."
"But you laughed afterwards," Harry offered meekly.
"I was bitter," Draco said.
"Um... But didn't you have a good relationship?" Seamus asked, trying to help. "I mean, I thought you loved each other."
"We did," Draco said softly. "We did, very much. But sometimes love isn't all it takes for a relationship to work."
They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments before Blaise cleared his throat and said loudly, "Well, where the hell is that waiter of ours? I'm famished."
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A/N... Sammygirl, I'm from Indiana. But I don't really talk like I do. Where'd you think I was from?
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Draco didn't like it one bit. Not one freaking bit. He'd fought tooth and nail to get out if it, but no. Damn that Zabini and his tongue tricks. Damn him to hell. Damn him to eternal... Fuck it, he'd do anything for that tongue trick.
So there he was, sitting in a booth next to Blaise and across from Harry and Seamus Finnegan.
It was definitely the most fucked up situation Draco had ever been in. Kinda made him wanna shoot himself in the head. A few times. And maybe Blaise too. Just cause it was his idea. Plus Blaise would make Hell a lot better place to live (tongue trick).
"So, how did you two get together?" Blaise asked after five minutes of grueling silence. "I mean, I always thought you were straight Seamus."
"Um..." Harry began.
"We've been together for about two weeks. Actually, I have you to thank Draco. Poor Harry here came running into the dormitory bawling his precious little eyes out over the breakup," Seamus put his arm around Harry and pulled him to his chest. "That's when my tough exterior broke down and I knew I was in love. Right Harrykins?"
Draco made a face. "Harrykins?"
"Pet names," Seamus flashed Draco the cheeseiest smile he could muster. "We have pet names."
"Oh yeah? And what might Harrykins pet name for you be?" Draco smiled sweetly. "Hmm?"
Seamus nudged Harry in the side, his eyebrows lifting as he smiled down at him.
"Huh? Oh, oh... Um, this here is Seamy Weamy. He's my Seamy Weamy?" he looked up at Seamus questionably.
"I'm his Seamy Weamy." Seamus said, grinning from ear to ear.
"So we've got Harrykins and Seamy Weamy? Well, Blaise, what'll you have to eat? I'm thinking steak. A good 'ol man's meal," Draco grinned, pearly whites shining mockingly as he looked to Blaise. "What do you think?"
"Oh shove it Drake," Blaise laughed and shoved Draco playfully. "You know you want a salad without the onions because they make your breath stink and without carrots because you think they cause your skin to turn orange."
"Well they do," Draco argued.
"I've told you a million times, it's the fucking self tanner, not the damn carrots," Blaise laughed again. He put his arm around Draco and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. "God Love, stop pouting. You know what it does to me."
"Well maybe that's what I was getting at," Draco wiggled his eyebrows provocatively.
"Harsh Drake," Blaise said coyly. "Very harsh."
"Punish me later?"
"Wouldn't dream of letting that one go."
And throughout this little episode, Harry and Seamus sat watching on in awe. Seamus over the fact that two men could be so hot together and Harry over the fact that Draco never acted that way towards him. Finally, Harry had enough and cleared his throat. Loudly.
"Oh," Blaise snapped his head in their direction as Draco scowled. "I think I'll have the salmon. This place is word class when it comes to salmon."
"So how'd you pick this place anyway?" Seamus asked, looking around the restaurant. "I mean, I never thought I'd see the two of you in a place without silver napkin holders and waiters willing to sell their own mothers in order to get your food perfect."
"I brought Draco here on our first date," Blaise told him. "I figured I'd bring him down a notch."
"Do you remember where we went on our first date Draco?" Harry asked suddenly. "Remember the beach? It was perfect. The sandwiches, the wine, the salad, the silver napkin holders... I'll never forget that night."
"Yeah, me neither," Draco smiled, until it turned to a scowl. "The damn sandwiches were soggy, the wine was stale, and the silver flaked off the damn napkin holders... I fired three house elves later that night. And it fucking rained on us."
"We had our first kiss in that storm," Harry said.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "But I also fell in the mud and ruined my new CK jeans. And my goddamned Armani shoes."
"But you laughed afterwards," Harry offered meekly.
"I was bitter," Draco said.
"Um... But didn't you have a good relationship?" Seamus asked, trying to help. "I mean, I thought you loved each other."
"We did," Draco said softly. "We did, very much. But sometimes love isn't all it takes for a relationship to work."
They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments before Blaise cleared his throat and said loudly, "Well, where the hell is that waiter of ours? I'm famished."
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