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smirkingcatTitle: Perfect Cake - bitter-sweet Taste
Author:smirkingcat
Rating:PG
Word Count: 1.400
Summary: When things go right, others go wrong.
Notes: This is part of apparently the cake series. Click if you want to read Part I but it may be read on its own. thanks for the beta goes tothemightyflynn.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
dearsophie_french Happiest of Happy Birthday to you!
i hope you are doing well and that life is treating you kind, and i wish you all the best *hugs* lots of health and fun and smiles in your life with an extra-portion luck on top!
as usual please enjoy!
please enjoy!
Perfect Cake - bitter-sweet Taste
Perfect Cake - bitter-sweet Taste
Humming a soft tune, Harry opened the door and stepped into their flat. He had had a fantastic day at work, and it had left him in a good mood.
As he was welcomed by the dark of their flat once more, a sigh stopped his hum. For the last nine years Draco had always been there when he came home. However, since he had became a full-fledged lawyer this summer, he was home less and less.
It seemed to him that many people were just waiting for Draco to finish his education, so he could pledge their case. So far Draco had only refused one case, and that only because he was certain that the person was lying to him.
Harry knew that he shouldn’t complain shouldn’t feel unsatisfied or even unhappy. For the first time ever, he had a job he liked, Draco was able to do what he wanted and they were happy together.
Whenever Harry mentioned how much he liked being a florist, making bouquets and decorating halls for festivals and events with flowers, Draco would without a doubt, manage to point out that this was all thanks to his great idea of throwing a dart.
And yes, indirectly that was the start, that dart landing on 'design'. At first Harry had gone into the clothing business, and after not even two weeks had changed to advertisement. Then he had gone in to the muggle world for media-design, but that was even more a bore than healing had been. And then Neville had needed help, and he was free. And now Neville was the gardener and Harry was the florist.
He liked working with the flowers, bringing out their beauty, mixing the colours as well as the fragrance of the flowers. He might have remembered earlier that he had liked working with flowers, even at the Dursley’s, but the thing was he preferred not to think about what happened at the Dursley’s house at all.
He sighed again. If Draco were here, he wouldn’t have to think about any of this. But this month Draco had not come home once before midnight. He knew Draco liked his work, and enjoyed his work, apparently even more than his studies.
But didn’t Draco miss him at least a little?
They hadn’t been out on a date since Draco took his job. Draco would come with him to the weekly Weasley lunches only once a month now. George was the Weasley missing him the most. According to him, Draco had the wickedest humour, and the best ideas for new joke products, and George could milk him for them for free.
But it wasn’t only that, it was also the little things. There were less kisses, because they simply saw each other a lot less. Sex had now become a scheduled thing on Tuesday evening and Friday morning. Maybe he ought to say something about that, ought to tell Draco that he had indeed noticed and was not at all happy with it. However, Draco was working so hard, and had weathered so much for him through the years, he didn’t want to burden him more than that, and really he shouldn’t be this selfish.
Life was good! For the both of them for the first time, and this phase would pass, too.
Hopefully.
Listlessly he searched the fridge for anything he could cook with without having to pay attention to it. His mind began to wander, however.
Maybe he could start with the concept for the Hogwarts Yule ball he had been asked to decorate. The budget was generous and Neville had shown him the greenhouses in full bloom. He really could go all out, make it one of his masterpieces.
The thing was, working at home never gave him the same joy and satisfaction as when he sat in their small shop.
He jumped up from where his head had rested on his sheet of paper. The half-eaten dinner still next to him was now cold, and his eyes hurt in the light.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Though you might go and sleep in the bed next time,” Draco spoke softly.
“Hmm, you could join me there?” he replied, getting up to put away his dishes.
“I’m just here for a new set of robes, I must be back in the office in less than an hour,” Draco said, walking towards their bedroom.
“What? Why? How late is it?” Harry asked, surprised.
As he saw the clock he sighed again: five-thirty in the morning. Draco hadn’t come home all night.
“What case has you so wrapped up?” he asked, following Draco, watching him as he went through his robes.
“What? Ah, yes, Bloodline- Inheritance. Then the werewolf-cases, and some smaller ones, just the usual disputes,” Draco replied, his mind only half there.
“Draco?” Harry asked carefully.
“I’m sorry Harry, not today, I put in an all-nighter and I have one court-session after another and then even more work.” Draco walked by him, flashing him a smile: “Life is great, isn’t it?” he said and, nearly as an afterthought kissed Harry on the cheek.
“No, no it really isn’t,” Harry whispered as he heard their door being open and closed again.
For so long, he had thought he just needed to find the right job and then everything would be perfect. Now he had the right job, and everything seemed to fall apart.
He had waited and had been patient. But it was close to Christmas now and he had had enough. This was not how he had envisioned his life to be. He would go and do a shitty job if that was what it took, but he would not let go of Draco.
He sat the triple chocolate cake on the table, got the dishes and lit the candle.
Then he waited once more.
It was half past eleven pm when Draco finally opened the door. The candle had already burned down hours ago, so when Draco turned on the light, he was surprised to find him at the table.
“Is it for me? Are we celebrating something?” Draco asked as he sat down.
“No, this is a “we need to talk, we need to talk now or, I am losing my shit” cake.”
He watched as Draco lifted one elegant eyebrow, before he nodded.
“Should I begin? Or do you want to start?” he asked.
Though Harry felt rather unforgiving, he heard the tiredness in Draco’s voice.
“I love you, very much, and that is why I can’t keep it the way things are now. I barely see you, and when I do you are tired, exhausted or just on the fly. Our last date was more than eight months in the past and you put our sex-life on a schedule. This is not what we are about and I let it go on for long enough... I hoped you would notice, maybe even miss me too, but nothing changed,” he was brutally honest, because he needed that to be said. “It has to change, Draco. I can’t go on like this,” Harry said softly, stretching his arm across the table to reach for Draco.
Draco sighed, before he took the hand in his own, and placed a soft kiss on it.
“I know, I just always told myself that next week or the week after I would go home earlier, I would spend time with you. But then the week passed, the case wasn't done and I simply continued."
"So, we agree?" he asked, rather surprised, because this felt like a too easy win, for all the months of agony he had put himself through.
"Of course I agree. This is not how I envisioned our lives either."
Draco said and cut a piece of cake for himself and then one for Harry.
"Can you give me until the new year? To warp this case up? And I will promise you I won't take so many cases next year. I proved that I could if I want to, so now I can go easy. And maybe we will even have time for a nice get-away."
Harry grinned as he saw Draco take a bite. "Tasty? I got your favourite, in case you disagreed with me... I was really worried you know. But a get-away sounds nice. Where do you want to go?"
Author:
smirkingcatRating:PG
Word Count: 1.400
Summary: When things go right, others go wrong.
Notes: This is part of apparently the cake series. Click if you want to read Part I but it may be read on its own. thanks for the beta goes to
themightyflynn.Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
dear
sophie_french Happiest of Happy Birthday to you! i hope you are doing well and that life is treating you kind, and i wish you all the best *hugs* lots of health and fun and smiles in your life with an extra-portion luck on top!
as usual please enjoy!
please enjoy!
Perfect Cake - bitter-sweet Taste
Perfect Cake - bitter-sweet Taste
Humming a soft tune, Harry opened the door and stepped into their flat. He had had a fantastic day at work, and it had left him in a good mood.
As he was welcomed by the dark of their flat once more, a sigh stopped his hum. For the last nine years Draco had always been there when he came home. However, since he had became a full-fledged lawyer this summer, he was home less and less.
It seemed to him that many people were just waiting for Draco to finish his education, so he could pledge their case. So far Draco had only refused one case, and that only because he was certain that the person was lying to him.
Harry knew that he shouldn’t complain shouldn’t feel unsatisfied or even unhappy. For the first time ever, he had a job he liked, Draco was able to do what he wanted and they were happy together.
Whenever Harry mentioned how much he liked being a florist, making bouquets and decorating halls for festivals and events with flowers, Draco would without a doubt, manage to point out that this was all thanks to his great idea of throwing a dart.
And yes, indirectly that was the start, that dart landing on 'design'. At first Harry had gone into the clothing business, and after not even two weeks had changed to advertisement. Then he had gone in to the muggle world for media-design, but that was even more a bore than healing had been. And then Neville had needed help, and he was free. And now Neville was the gardener and Harry was the florist.
He liked working with the flowers, bringing out their beauty, mixing the colours as well as the fragrance of the flowers. He might have remembered earlier that he had liked working with flowers, even at the Dursley’s, but the thing was he preferred not to think about what happened at the Dursley’s house at all.
He sighed again. If Draco were here, he wouldn’t have to think about any of this. But this month Draco had not come home once before midnight. He knew Draco liked his work, and enjoyed his work, apparently even more than his studies.
But didn’t Draco miss him at least a little?
They hadn’t been out on a date since Draco took his job. Draco would come with him to the weekly Weasley lunches only once a month now. George was the Weasley missing him the most. According to him, Draco had the wickedest humour, and the best ideas for new joke products, and George could milk him for them for free.
But it wasn’t only that, it was also the little things. There were less kisses, because they simply saw each other a lot less. Sex had now become a scheduled thing on Tuesday evening and Friday morning. Maybe he ought to say something about that, ought to tell Draco that he had indeed noticed and was not at all happy with it. However, Draco was working so hard, and had weathered so much for him through the years, he didn’t want to burden him more than that, and really he shouldn’t be this selfish.
Life was good! For the both of them for the first time, and this phase would pass, too.
Hopefully.
Listlessly he searched the fridge for anything he could cook with without having to pay attention to it. His mind began to wander, however.
Maybe he could start with the concept for the Hogwarts Yule ball he had been asked to decorate. The budget was generous and Neville had shown him the greenhouses in full bloom. He really could go all out, make it one of his masterpieces.
The thing was, working at home never gave him the same joy and satisfaction as when he sat in their small shop.
He jumped up from where his head had rested on his sheet of paper. The half-eaten dinner still next to him was now cold, and his eyes hurt in the light.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Though you might go and sleep in the bed next time,” Draco spoke softly.
“Hmm, you could join me there?” he replied, getting up to put away his dishes.
“I’m just here for a new set of robes, I must be back in the office in less than an hour,” Draco said, walking towards their bedroom.
“What? Why? How late is it?” Harry asked, surprised.
As he saw the clock he sighed again: five-thirty in the morning. Draco hadn’t come home all night.
“What case has you so wrapped up?” he asked, following Draco, watching him as he went through his robes.
“What? Ah, yes, Bloodline- Inheritance. Then the werewolf-cases, and some smaller ones, just the usual disputes,” Draco replied, his mind only half there.
“Draco?” Harry asked carefully.
“I’m sorry Harry, not today, I put in an all-nighter and I have one court-session after another and then even more work.” Draco walked by him, flashing him a smile: “Life is great, isn’t it?” he said and, nearly as an afterthought kissed Harry on the cheek.
“No, no it really isn’t,” Harry whispered as he heard their door being open and closed again.
For so long, he had thought he just needed to find the right job and then everything would be perfect. Now he had the right job, and everything seemed to fall apart.
He had waited and had been patient. But it was close to Christmas now and he had had enough. This was not how he had envisioned his life to be. He would go and do a shitty job if that was what it took, but he would not let go of Draco.
He sat the triple chocolate cake on the table, got the dishes and lit the candle.
Then he waited once more.
It was half past eleven pm when Draco finally opened the door. The candle had already burned down hours ago, so when Draco turned on the light, he was surprised to find him at the table.
“Is it for me? Are we celebrating something?” Draco asked as he sat down.
“No, this is a “we need to talk, we need to talk now or, I am losing my shit” cake.”
He watched as Draco lifted one elegant eyebrow, before he nodded.
“Should I begin? Or do you want to start?” he asked.
Though Harry felt rather unforgiving, he heard the tiredness in Draco’s voice.
“I love you, very much, and that is why I can’t keep it the way things are now. I barely see you, and when I do you are tired, exhausted or just on the fly. Our last date was more than eight months in the past and you put our sex-life on a schedule. This is not what we are about and I let it go on for long enough... I hoped you would notice, maybe even miss me too, but nothing changed,” he was brutally honest, because he needed that to be said. “It has to change, Draco. I can’t go on like this,” Harry said softly, stretching his arm across the table to reach for Draco.
Draco sighed, before he took the hand in his own, and placed a soft kiss on it.
“I know, I just always told myself that next week or the week after I would go home earlier, I would spend time with you. But then the week passed, the case wasn't done and I simply continued."
"So, we agree?" he asked, rather surprised, because this felt like a too easy win, for all the months of agony he had put himself through.
"Of course I agree. This is not how I envisioned our lives either."
Draco said and cut a piece of cake for himself and then one for Harry.
"Can you give me until the new year? To warp this case up? And I will promise you I won't take so many cases next year. I proved that I could if I want to, so now I can go easy. And maybe we will even have time for a nice get-away."
Harry grinned as he saw Draco take a bite. "Tasty? I got your favourite, in case you disagreed with me... I was really worried you know. But a get-away sounds nice. Where do you want to go?"
