[HP] Uncivilized, PG, Humor, Harry/Draco

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Emi's birthday.
08.12.2005


Perhaps mildly OOC, but for them to get together in the first place… This is on the assumption that they’ve already been together for awhile now and that Draco's birthday is in early July. Let’s pretend they got together summer before seventh year. Or better yet, it can just be AU.

8. uncivilized; Harry/Draco, harry potter, pg
Harry turned seventeen about four weeks after Draco did, which meant he endured four weeks of Draco gloating that someone was of age and could Apparate and drink and practice magic whenever he wanted and all sorts of other really cool stuff and someone couldn’t and can’t we just guess who that poor, untalented mess was? Harry, on the other hand, privately thought that it had been rather “cool” of him to endure all that taunting without punching Draco in the mouth. His patience with that blond prat obviously indicated a higher maturity level. He may be four weeks younger according to the calendar, but his mindset, which was far more important, really, was older.

Hey, at least he didn’t have an unhealthy addiction to tea.

(“That’s because you’re uncivilized,” Draco had told him loftily on more than one occasion. “It’s a drink of great stature among high society. The way you dump all that sugar in it is positively barbaric.”)

But when July 31 finally rolled around, Harry couldn’t repress the glee of finally coming of age, if only to shut Draco up, despite his four weeks of patented I-don’t-really-care-because-I-am-mentally-more-mature patience. So it irked him when half the day passed without Draco once mentioning, “Happy birthday,” or even making an offhand remark that he was finally catching up to his betters.

At three in the afternoon, Harry sat himself on their cramped apartment’s couch and groused. The more accurate term would be “sulk” but as he was officially seventeen and a man today, he was above that childish emotion.

Draco continued reading his (classic, first edition, leather bound) book as if nothing was wrong.

At three-eighteen, Harry flopped down and stretched himself out on the sofa and told himself that his birthday wasn’t really that important, only children cared so much. Well, children and Draco, he amended, recalling the fuss the blond had made four weeks prior. Still, it wasn’t as if he really wanted a big party or anything. He was an adult now, after all. He had more important things to think about.

Still, he wished Draco would at least look at him. A simple congratulations wasn’t that much to ask for, was it?

Harry, teetering on genuine unhappiness, took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes, tired.

At three-thirty on the dot, Draco slipped a bookmark into his book and set it down on a side table. Then he pounced.

“Oof!”

Draco smirked down at Harry. “A little suspense to keep you on your toes now that you’re getting old!”

Harry blinked. Then, he rolled his eyes. “Draco, you’re older than me. Are you calling yourself old?”

A brilliant grin. “I don’t get old. I just get better.” He leaned down and kissed Harry, enthusiastically, before breaking off to say, “Happy birthday!” Another kiss. “Two hours until your surprise party shows up.” He chortled, extremely pleased with himself. “Granger will swallow her hat when she figures out I told you.”

Still unsettled, even more so after Draco’s kisses, Harry slid his arms around the blond on top of him whose face was slightly blurry with Harry’s glasses on the end table. “Or she might kill you instead,” he suggested, pulling Draco back down at him.

“As if she could,” Draco scoffed. Then he gave Harry a taunting smile. “But you’d better make good use of those two hours, then, Harry. Just in case.”

Harry did.