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[Team SONIC] Harry Potter and the Champagne of Secrets
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jojibear for this one. She brought up literary lunch and all the food puns ensued. Also, I don't know but this was supposed to be crack/humor but turned into dark+angst instead. Great.
Starting words from here
“I want to know how many people I can seduce using your body,” Draco drawled. “You’re the boy who lived. I bet you can get anyone to come for a roll in the hay.”
Harry snorted. “As if you couldn’t. You’re the attractive heir to a rich family. What is there you can’t have? Just one letter to your daddy and everything’ll be okay.”
Draco downed another glass. “That’s what you think.” His voice grew quieter. “That’s what everyone thinks but reality looks very different, mate. You’d think I have it all but that’s not true. There’s one thing I don’t have and that’s a choice.”
Those words made Harry stop and suddenly he felt his brain sobering up a little bit again and he realized that their whole conversation hadn’t just been a bunch of bullshit that the alcohol had made them say but a whole bunch of ugly truths.
An hour ago, he’d come out to a place on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was an old scouting platform of sorts, up on one of the larger, sturdier trees. His plan had been to sit up there alone, to drink and to contemplate. As much as he loved his friends, sometimes he needed time to himself. Time to think about things he couldn’t think about around the others.
He’d been surprised to find another person climbing up from the other side of the tree. And even more surprised to see who it was, once they had both reached the platform.
“Potter.”
“Malfoy.”
Something had kept him from leaving straight away, though. The tone of the other’s voice didn’t carry the usual venom in it. It sounded normal. Almost friendly. And thus not like Malfoy at all.
It was even more surprising that the other didn’t do anything else, not even spared him a glance and just curled up in his robes on the far side of the platform that faced the castle.
Apparently he hadn’t been the only one who’d come out here to think.
Harry turned the other way and then pulled out the bottle he’d brought with him. He was about to pour himself a glass when he noticed that the bottle didn’t look like it was supposed to. It seemed like he had grabbed one of Dean’s and Seamus’ bottles by accident. The curved letters on the label read ‘Champagne’ and it looked normal enough but he remembered the two talking about ‘improving an old, boring muggle beverage with some magic’.
“What’s that, Potter? Smuggled in booze from the muggles?” Draco had apparently seen the label as well. “That’s new. I don’t think anyone’s done that before. Then again, you already have a track record for doing things that are off the charts, don’t you?”
“Why thank you. I guess I can consider that my special ability.” Harry huffed but again, the other hadn’t sounded as venomous or slimey as he usually did. Actually he thought that he’d detected some mild curiosity in the other’s voice and expression.
Before he knew what he was doing, he produced another glass and then opened the bottle with a soft ‘pop’. He poured them both a glass and raised his eyes at the sparkling, slightly pinkish liquid. Sniffing it, he found that it didn’t smell weirdly though. Albeit maybe slightly more alcoholic than champagne was supposed to be.
“Care for some of this?” He offered the second glass to the other male.
Draco arched an elegant eyebrow up. “You’re offering -me- your muggle alcohol?”
“Scared, Malfoy?” Harru couldn’t help but ask.
The other snorted and grabbed the glass from him. “You wish.”
Tasting the champagne himself, Harry noticed how his earlier suspicion of a higher percentage of alcohol had definitely been true. The taste of the champagne itself was mild and normal enough but he could feel the burn of the alcohol as it made its way down his throat and it was a whole lot stronger than the burn he felt after downing a shot of Firewhiskey. And it went straight to his head and had loosened his tongue.
He’d offered something first. The observation that sitting here and drinking with Draco out of all people wasn’t actually so bad and that despite everything, he felt like he could talk more frankly with the other than he would be able to with his friends.
Draco had offered him understanding, saying that telling things to a technical stranger felt good.
Despite having known each other ever since even before their arrival at Hogwarts, Harry realized that they didn’t actually know much about each other at all. They knew what they had allowed each other to know about one another but that was it. So he guessed that Draco was right, they were, in a way, strangers.
Strangers who understood a lot of things from each other’s lives.
Harry talked about school stuff first and then about family matters. Sometimes it was hard to be an orphan, despite all of his friends and their families trying to include him.
Draco as well, talked about school and about social obligations that came with being in the Slytherin house. And then eventually talk had shifted in a different direction. To things they had thought and envied about one another.
“Don’t get me wrong. I love my family for the most part and wouldn’t want to part with them if I had the choice but having a family isn’t always easy.” Draco looked up at the sky. “Nobody cares about who you love, or want. If I ever so much as thought about touching someone who isn’t a pureblood from an approved lineage, I think I’d find myself subjected to the Cruciatus Curse.” He set his glass down and looked at his hand.
“Or they would be. It wouldn’t be the first time.”
Making a face, Harry set down his glass as well. “Don’t tell me-”
“Grandfather did it himself.” Draco continued. “It was on a playground by our summer residence. I wasn’t even 4 years old. I met a girl there and she was pretty and nice and well, we were the only kids there. So of course we played together.” He paused. “When I was called by my family, she took my hand to say goodbye. I didn’t think much of it. But then, when we got back, grandfather suddenly stormed into my room and grabbed me. He took a brush and scrubbed my hand so hard until it bled. All the while muttering about how I had touched something incredibly filthy and if we didn’t wash it off it would be really bad.”
Draco closed his hand. “It hurt. I was crying but he told me he was doing it for my own good. Mother stopped him eventually. Later that night, I couldn’t sleep and walked down the corridor. I overheard grandfather telling my parents that he had gotten rid of the pest and that the thought it was unbelievable that filth like that had been living so close to this place. I only found out much later that he killed her. And her family. Her lineage hadn’t been...pure.”
A dry laugh escaped Draco. “Those are the things that also come with family, Potter. And don’t say it’s because it’s my family because that’s nonsense. Every family has something like that, at least to a certain extent. Look at your beloved Weasleys. Even they aren’t immune to something like that. Or their son wouldn’t have abandoned them.”
Harry knew that Draco was referring to Percy, who’d left his family after a ‘difference in opinion’, yes. Well, at least temporarily. But he saw the other’s point.
“Nothing is perfect. Nobody’s perfect. We all carry our burdens.” Harry muttered.
Laughing again, Draco poured himself some more of the champagne and also refilled Harry’s glass, emptying the bottle. “I’ll drink to that.”
“Me, too.” Harry raised his glass to his lips.
Harry didn’t remember how he’d gotten back to his dorm the previous night. Hell, he didn’t even remember what he’d done the previous night. He remembered going out to the Forbidden Forest to brood with a bottle of Firewhiskey but then everything was a blur at best.
“Hey Harry my mate, you wouldn’t happen to have seen one of the bottles that Seamus left here, would you?” Dean’s face appeared in his field of vision - huh he was still wearing his glasses, he must have passed out on his bed after coming back?
“No, sorry,” he replied groggily.
“Same. I wonder where it went.” Dean scratched his head. “We were going to try it. It was the latest batch we made. Added somethin’ in it to spice things up.”
“What did you put in?” Harry asked and sat up and immediately regretted his decision to do that when his head started to throb painfully.
Dean crossed his arms and grinned proudly. “Remember we were talkin’ about making that ol’ muggle champagne more fun? Well we managed to increase the alcohol in it. Started tastin’ funny though but we finally found something to counterbalance that. Surprising but hey, I guess that’s how this potions business works and all.”
“So tell me, what was it?” He could see that the other was practically burning to tell him but was drawing it out for some ‘suspense’.
“Veritaserum. It worked like, well, magic!” Dean’ grin widened even more. “I heard from Hermione that muggles say that alcohol brings out the truth anyway so, well, there ya go but the nice side-effect of the higher percentage of alcohol is that you forget all of it again once you get up. Don’t you think that’s perfect?”
“Yeah, perfect.” Harry agreed, still in a daze. He had the feeling that he had indeed spilled lots of truths and secrets last night and received some in return but yeah he could not remember a thing. He just hoped it hadn’t been anything important. “So what’cha calling that stuff?”
Dean chuckled. “Oh, it’s genius, check it out.” He presented the custom labels. “Gentlemen, I present to you, the Champagne of Secrets. Fabulous, isn't it?”
Harry made a face. "Very witty."
jojibear for this one. She brought up literary lunch and all the food puns ensued. Also, I don't know but this was supposed to be crack/humor but turned into dark+angst instead. Great.Starting words from here
“I want to know how many people I can seduce using your body,” Draco drawled. “You’re the boy who lived. I bet you can get anyone to come for a roll in the hay.”
Harry snorted. “As if you couldn’t. You’re the attractive heir to a rich family. What is there you can’t have? Just one letter to your daddy and everything’ll be okay.”
Draco downed another glass. “That’s what you think.” His voice grew quieter. “That’s what everyone thinks but reality looks very different, mate. You’d think I have it all but that’s not true. There’s one thing I don’t have and that’s a choice.”
Those words made Harry stop and suddenly he felt his brain sobering up a little bit again and he realized that their whole conversation hadn’t just been a bunch of bullshit that the alcohol had made them say but a whole bunch of ugly truths.
An hour ago, he’d come out to a place on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was an old scouting platform of sorts, up on one of the larger, sturdier trees. His plan had been to sit up there alone, to drink and to contemplate. As much as he loved his friends, sometimes he needed time to himself. Time to think about things he couldn’t think about around the others.
He’d been surprised to find another person climbing up from the other side of the tree. And even more surprised to see who it was, once they had both reached the platform.
“Potter.”
“Malfoy.”
Something had kept him from leaving straight away, though. The tone of the other’s voice didn’t carry the usual venom in it. It sounded normal. Almost friendly. And thus not like Malfoy at all.
It was even more surprising that the other didn’t do anything else, not even spared him a glance and just curled up in his robes on the far side of the platform that faced the castle.
Apparently he hadn’t been the only one who’d come out here to think.
Harry turned the other way and then pulled out the bottle he’d brought with him. He was about to pour himself a glass when he noticed that the bottle didn’t look like it was supposed to. It seemed like he had grabbed one of Dean’s and Seamus’ bottles by accident. The curved letters on the label read ‘Champagne’ and it looked normal enough but he remembered the two talking about ‘improving an old, boring muggle beverage with some magic’.
“What’s that, Potter? Smuggled in booze from the muggles?” Draco had apparently seen the label as well. “That’s new. I don’t think anyone’s done that before. Then again, you already have a track record for doing things that are off the charts, don’t you?”
“Why thank you. I guess I can consider that my special ability.” Harry huffed but again, the other hadn’t sounded as venomous or slimey as he usually did. Actually he thought that he’d detected some mild curiosity in the other’s voice and expression.
Before he knew what he was doing, he produced another glass and then opened the bottle with a soft ‘pop’. He poured them both a glass and raised his eyes at the sparkling, slightly pinkish liquid. Sniffing it, he found that it didn’t smell weirdly though. Albeit maybe slightly more alcoholic than champagne was supposed to be.
“Care for some of this?” He offered the second glass to the other male.
Draco arched an elegant eyebrow up. “You’re offering -me- your muggle alcohol?”
“Scared, Malfoy?” Harru couldn’t help but ask.
The other snorted and grabbed the glass from him. “You wish.”
Tasting the champagne himself, Harry noticed how his earlier suspicion of a higher percentage of alcohol had definitely been true. The taste of the champagne itself was mild and normal enough but he could feel the burn of the alcohol as it made its way down his throat and it was a whole lot stronger than the burn he felt after downing a shot of Firewhiskey. And it went straight to his head and had loosened his tongue.
He’d offered something first. The observation that sitting here and drinking with Draco out of all people wasn’t actually so bad and that despite everything, he felt like he could talk more frankly with the other than he would be able to with his friends.
Draco had offered him understanding, saying that telling things to a technical stranger felt good.
Despite having known each other ever since even before their arrival at Hogwarts, Harry realized that they didn’t actually know much about each other at all. They knew what they had allowed each other to know about one another but that was it. So he guessed that Draco was right, they were, in a way, strangers.
Strangers who understood a lot of things from each other’s lives.
Harry talked about school stuff first and then about family matters. Sometimes it was hard to be an orphan, despite all of his friends and their families trying to include him.
Draco as well, talked about school and about social obligations that came with being in the Slytherin house. And then eventually talk had shifted in a different direction. To things they had thought and envied about one another.
“Don’t get me wrong. I love my family for the most part and wouldn’t want to part with them if I had the choice but having a family isn’t always easy.” Draco looked up at the sky. “Nobody cares about who you love, or want. If I ever so much as thought about touching someone who isn’t a pureblood from an approved lineage, I think I’d find myself subjected to the Cruciatus Curse.” He set his glass down and looked at his hand.
“Or they would be. It wouldn’t be the first time.”
Making a face, Harry set down his glass as well. “Don’t tell me-”
“Grandfather did it himself.” Draco continued. “It was on a playground by our summer residence. I wasn’t even 4 years old. I met a girl there and she was pretty and nice and well, we were the only kids there. So of course we played together.” He paused. “When I was called by my family, she took my hand to say goodbye. I didn’t think much of it. But then, when we got back, grandfather suddenly stormed into my room and grabbed me. He took a brush and scrubbed my hand so hard until it bled. All the while muttering about how I had touched something incredibly filthy and if we didn’t wash it off it would be really bad.”
Draco closed his hand. “It hurt. I was crying but he told me he was doing it for my own good. Mother stopped him eventually. Later that night, I couldn’t sleep and walked down the corridor. I overheard grandfather telling my parents that he had gotten rid of the pest and that the thought it was unbelievable that filth like that had been living so close to this place. I only found out much later that he killed her. And her family. Her lineage hadn’t been...pure.”
A dry laugh escaped Draco. “Those are the things that also come with family, Potter. And don’t say it’s because it’s my family because that’s nonsense. Every family has something like that, at least to a certain extent. Look at your beloved Weasleys. Even they aren’t immune to something like that. Or their son wouldn’t have abandoned them.”
Harry knew that Draco was referring to Percy, who’d left his family after a ‘difference in opinion’, yes. Well, at least temporarily. But he saw the other’s point.
“Nothing is perfect. Nobody’s perfect. We all carry our burdens.” Harry muttered.
Laughing again, Draco poured himself some more of the champagne and also refilled Harry’s glass, emptying the bottle. “I’ll drink to that.”
“Me, too.” Harry raised his glass to his lips.
Harry didn’t remember how he’d gotten back to his dorm the previous night. Hell, he didn’t even remember what he’d done the previous night. He remembered going out to the Forbidden Forest to brood with a bottle of Firewhiskey but then everything was a blur at best.
“Hey Harry my mate, you wouldn’t happen to have seen one of the bottles that Seamus left here, would you?” Dean’s face appeared in his field of vision - huh he was still wearing his glasses, he must have passed out on his bed after coming back?
“No, sorry,” he replied groggily.
“Same. I wonder where it went.” Dean scratched his head. “We were going to try it. It was the latest batch we made. Added somethin’ in it to spice things up.”
“What did you put in?” Harry asked and sat up and immediately regretted his decision to do that when his head started to throb painfully.
Dean crossed his arms and grinned proudly. “Remember we were talkin’ about making that ol’ muggle champagne more fun? Well we managed to increase the alcohol in it. Started tastin’ funny though but we finally found something to counterbalance that. Surprising but hey, I guess that’s how this potions business works and all.”
“So tell me, what was it?” He could see that the other was practically burning to tell him but was drawing it out for some ‘suspense’.
“Veritaserum. It worked like, well, magic!” Dean’ grin widened even more. “I heard from Hermione that muggles say that alcohol brings out the truth anyway so, well, there ya go but the nice side-effect of the higher percentage of alcohol is that you forget all of it again once you get up. Don’t you think that’s perfect?”
“Yeah, perfect.” Harry agreed, still in a daze. He had the feeling that he had indeed spilled lots of truths and secrets last night and received some in return but yeah he could not remember a thing. He just hoped it hadn’t been anything important. “So what’cha calling that stuff?”
Dean chuckled. “Oh, it’s genius, check it out.” He presented the custom labels. “Gentlemen, I present to you, the Champagne of Secrets. Fabulous, isn't it?”
Harry made a face. "Very witty."
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