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wook77Title: Accident of Fate
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Pairing: Fred/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 681
Summary: They meet for coffee every Friday. It's an accident of Fate, it has to be.
A/N: First day of my Fic Advent Calendar. Unbeta'd as all of the Advent fics will be. Also - I've decided that this fitsanasuede's prompt of "you're crazy".
They met for coffee every Friday. They had since the War, the war where he'd lost a brother and the other'd lost his identity. The meetings weren't planned; Fred didn't like to think that he would willingly meet up with Draco Malfoy for coffee every Friday. It was purely an accident of Fate when they would find themselves at the out of the way Muggle coffee shop together. It was only polite to sit together and if one was sitting with another person, manners insisted that they converse.
That first week, Fred had baited Malfoy, had cast slurs on the whole family, insane blighters that they were. Had to be what with that crazy bitch, Bellatrix and Lucius of the now-I-serve-now-I-don't-and-hey-I'm-serving-again-don't-I-look-great-in-Azkaban. Fred'd always thought there was something wrong with Narcissa as well, no one was ever that quiet and rigid.
Malfoy was definitely one of them. After all, why the bloody hell would Malfoy be sitting in a Muggle coffee shop, let alone with one of the blokes that had enjoyed battering his face? Fred had to admit that he still enjoyed the memory of ramming his fist into Malfoy's smirking face. It'd been worth all those hours with Umbridge and Filch. Even more, the stupid sodding little ferret had deserved it.
"Bunch of nutters, aren't you, Malfoy?" It was a non-sequitur into their conversation about Sartre and his philosophy of society and consciousness. Fred's light conversational tone didn't take the bite from the meaning, not as far as Fred was concerned.
"Why's that?" Malfoy toyed with the spoon sitting so close to his coffee, straightening it on the napkin and lining it up just so.
"Why you here every sodding week?" They hadn't been confrontational since the fourth week. Considering that Fred'd lost count of how many weeks they'd been meeting (sixty seven), it felt odd.
"It's not for the current conversation." Malfoy's condescending tone grated as he picked up the spoon. As he stirred his coffee, the metal barely tapped against the ceramic. Finally, as the silence dragged on, Fred laughed and sipped his own coffee.
A quick grin, so fast that Fred wasn't sure that he'd seen it or not, flashed on Malfoy's face before Fred caught Malfoy's hands setting the spoon down carefully, lining it up just so on the napkin. He wondered about those hands, what they did when they weren't here holding a coffee cup, how they dealt with the idea that they were dead to the world they'd grown up in.
Fred and Draco didn't talk of life or families, certainly didn't discuss their shared and unshared pasts. They spoke of inconsequential things, philosophers and artists, the meaning of life and the meaning of the face inscribed on a coin.
After they'd shared a coffee, they'd wander outside, to the alley behind the shop and they'd Apparate to Malfoy's place where hands would grasp, sometimes frantic and sometimes languid. Skin would slide against skin and Fred would bite his tongue and clench his jaw to hold back the wrong name. Malfoy'd do the same though there were times, as fingers traced lips and hands cupped jaws, that neither could avoid breathing out the wrong name in a sort of prayer.
Afterwards, Fred'd dress and Apparate to the Leaky Cauldron where he'd call a greeting to Tom, still barman after all the turmoil and fighting, before making his way to his empty flat and the cheerful store underneath.
It was always an accident of Fate that they'd meet. Fred couldn't predict that he'd end up at a Muggle coffee shop on the other side of London every Friday at two thirty. He certainly had no way of predicting that Malfoy would be there as well.
As he went to take another sip, Fred was shocked to discover that the coffee was gone. When he saw Malfoy smirking over the rim of his cup, Fred sat the mug down and touched Malfoy's spoon, upsetting its placement. They exchanged glares before standing and walking out of the shop.
Their shoulders brushed as they walked into the alley.
As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
Author:
wook77Pairing: Fred/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 681
Summary: They meet for coffee every Friday. It's an accident of Fate, it has to be.
A/N: First day of my Fic Advent Calendar. Unbeta'd as all of the Advent fics will be. Also - I've decided that this fits
anasuede's prompt of "you're crazy".They met for coffee every Friday. They had since the War, the war where he'd lost a brother and the other'd lost his identity. The meetings weren't planned; Fred didn't like to think that he would willingly meet up with Draco Malfoy for coffee every Friday. It was purely an accident of Fate when they would find themselves at the out of the way Muggle coffee shop together. It was only polite to sit together and if one was sitting with another person, manners insisted that they converse.
That first week, Fred had baited Malfoy, had cast slurs on the whole family, insane blighters that they were. Had to be what with that crazy bitch, Bellatrix and Lucius of the now-I-serve-now-I-don't-and-hey-I'm-serving-again-don't-I-look-great-in-Azkaban. Fred'd always thought there was something wrong with Narcissa as well, no one was ever that quiet and rigid.
Malfoy was definitely one of them. After all, why the bloody hell would Malfoy be sitting in a Muggle coffee shop, let alone with one of the blokes that had enjoyed battering his face? Fred had to admit that he still enjoyed the memory of ramming his fist into Malfoy's smirking face. It'd been worth all those hours with Umbridge and Filch. Even more, the stupid sodding little ferret had deserved it.
"Bunch of nutters, aren't you, Malfoy?" It was a non-sequitur into their conversation about Sartre and his philosophy of society and consciousness. Fred's light conversational tone didn't take the bite from the meaning, not as far as Fred was concerned.
"Why's that?" Malfoy toyed with the spoon sitting so close to his coffee, straightening it on the napkin and lining it up just so.
"Why you here every sodding week?" They hadn't been confrontational since the fourth week. Considering that Fred'd lost count of how many weeks they'd been meeting (sixty seven), it felt odd.
"It's not for the current conversation." Malfoy's condescending tone grated as he picked up the spoon. As he stirred his coffee, the metal barely tapped against the ceramic. Finally, as the silence dragged on, Fred laughed and sipped his own coffee.
A quick grin, so fast that Fred wasn't sure that he'd seen it or not, flashed on Malfoy's face before Fred caught Malfoy's hands setting the spoon down carefully, lining it up just so on the napkin. He wondered about those hands, what they did when they weren't here holding a coffee cup, how they dealt with the idea that they were dead to the world they'd grown up in.
Fred and Draco didn't talk of life or families, certainly didn't discuss their shared and unshared pasts. They spoke of inconsequential things, philosophers and artists, the meaning of life and the meaning of the face inscribed on a coin.
After they'd shared a coffee, they'd wander outside, to the alley behind the shop and they'd Apparate to Malfoy's place where hands would grasp, sometimes frantic and sometimes languid. Skin would slide against skin and Fred would bite his tongue and clench his jaw to hold back the wrong name. Malfoy'd do the same though there were times, as fingers traced lips and hands cupped jaws, that neither could avoid breathing out the wrong name in a sort of prayer.
Afterwards, Fred'd dress and Apparate to the Leaky Cauldron where he'd call a greeting to Tom, still barman after all the turmoil and fighting, before making his way to his empty flat and the cheerful store underneath.
It was always an accident of Fate that they'd meet. Fred couldn't predict that he'd end up at a Muggle coffee shop on the other side of London every Friday at two thirty. He certainly had no way of predicting that Malfoy would be there as well.
As he went to take another sip, Fred was shocked to discover that the coffee was gone. When he saw Malfoy smirking over the rim of his cup, Fred sat the mug down and touched Malfoy's spoon, upsetting its placement. They exchanged glares before standing and walking out of the shop.
Their shoulders brushed as they walked into the alley.
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Date: 2006-12-01 04:55 pm (UTC)I say great kickoff to your advent. Well done!
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Date: 2006-12-01 06:20 pm (UTC)Wrong names *shifty look* no telling *winks*. You know we think alike.
Thanks mucho! ♥
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Date: 2006-12-01 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-01 06:21 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-12-01 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-01 06:22 pm (UTC)looking forward to snupin santa?
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Date: 2006-12-01 07:00 pm (UTC)But I'm all wibbly about my submission - there was something about the ending that didn't resonate completely, but I couldn't figure out how to fix it in time. Two nights ago, I figured out how. I know it's too late to do anything about it, but I really want to continue working on it.
And I have another fic due on the 15th so I really can't afford to spend more time on snupin_santa
/loco ramblings
I'm looking forward to vegging out tonight to read boatloads of fic ^_^
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Date: 2006-12-04 04:10 pm (UTC)How'd the vegging go? There are WAY too many fics out there right now, I'm in fic overload and I'm sooooooo happy about it!
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Date: 2006-12-04 05:14 pm (UTC)And there's so much fic to go around with all the different fests!
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Date: 2006-12-01 07:08 pm (UTC)Anyway, I <3 this.^^ Wanted to know who the names are, but I like the mystery of it (you can put your own names there! woo!). Good job! <3<3<3!
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Date: 2006-12-02 05:39 am (UTC)I'm sure you can figure it out, yeah? I have names but I like to leave it up to you all. There were images in my head as I went with this.
Thanks!!!!
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Date: 2006-12-01 07:13 pm (UTC)This is great. I love the randomness, the denial, the tiny hint of sex (which is hot, btw).
Thanks for picking up my prompt, love.
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Date: 2006-12-02 05:41 am (UTC)I'm REALLY glad you liked the tiny hint of sex as I didn't want to get too explicit with it, didn't fit the feel and flow of the story, to me.
:) With something like "you're crazy"... I had to.
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Date: 2006-12-01 09:50 pm (UTC)you're bold to do an advent thing. i thought about it, but i still owe an exchange fic and have two hd365's to write in the midst of everything else. so i decided not. nice that you are though.
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Date: 2006-12-02 05:42 am (UTC)It's very fun so far, I've been writing little bits of stuff for quite a few of the prompts and am enjoying the challenge. I doubt they'll all be this long though I do have some stories written for a few exchanges/fests that will be posted as part of this so, in a way, I'm also cheating.
Good luck with all the writing! I'm sure you can do it!
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Date: 2006-12-01 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 05:45 am (UTC)I'm not sure that Draco knows what he's doing other than getting a taste of what he can't have. I see him being completely ostrasised from the Wizarding world and reaching out for a connection, any connection.
The spoon was a very vivid picture in my head for some reason, seemed a very Fred or George thing to do.
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Date: 2006-12-03 06:14 am (UTC)A curious thought I had: My brain went "zomg!other names? whoooo!" at first, and then, as I puzzled it over, I realized, that, really, that could mean each other. I mean, if they're both a bit in denial, if they're not really supposed to be there... they could be the wrong names.
... or maybe I'm just a crackhead, but I liked the idea of that sort of play on words!
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Date: 2006-12-04 04:12 pm (UTC)I think, eventually, your idea about the wrong names might be true but when I wrote this, I had other names in mind. I like to leave quite a bit up to the reader's imagination, though, so I didn't really want to force my names on anyone.
If you're a crackhead, we all are :)
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Date: 2006-12-06 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-18 09:22 pm (UTC)Their relationship is a bit sad but it's predictable and I'm seeing them both having a need for it. That predictable-ness is a comfort to them, in my head, at least.
Thanks so much for letting me know what you thought!