#first microfic attempt

For @drarrymicrofic prompt, "new beginning."

“Draco!” Blaise’s boisterous voice carries, and then all eyes are on him. “What about you?”

Draco lifts his glass and takes a slow sip of champagne, gripping the stem with long, elegant fingers.

“Have more sex,” he says bluntly, drawing awkward laughter.

Across the room, eyes green as moss flash merrily. A glass is lifted in a subtle toast just for him.

“But Theo says you haven’t been out to pull with him in ages,” Blaise comments sweetly, mouth curving into a knowing grin. “Not for months, he told me. Have you got yourself a boyfriend, Draco?”

Draco schools his expression, as memories of the last time he and Theo went to the Muggle club come flooding back.

Apparating from the back alley. Chaotic black curls, surprisingly soft in his tight grip, iconic wire-rimmed glasses shattering on the floor to be repaired later, eager hands tearing at clothes and hot mouths pressed together, insistent and surprisingly affectionate. Falling asleep entwined with another warm body for the first time in years.

“A boyfriend?” He lifts a brow in disdain. “Honestly Blaise, it’s as if you don’t know me at all.”

The conversation moves on, and no one seems to notice that Draco didn’t answer the question.

When the clock chimes midnight and the fireworks begin, Draco climbs into his boyfriend’s lap and kisses him senseless. The rest of their friends fall silent, then burst out laughing, because of course.

Begin as you mean to go on, Draco thinks cheerfully, smiling against Harry’s mouth.