Harry Potter drabble
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry/Draco
Prompt: broom envy
Word Count: 545
A/N: I made myself giggle.
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It was a dark and stormy night. Outside the wind whistled and thunder rolled. Inside footsteps could be heard creeping down the hall. A doorknob rattled and, just as lightning flashed across the sky, the broom closet door flew open.
At the closet entrance stood none other than the great and powerful Harry Potter, glaring down at the two brooms stored within with hatred and contempt.
One of the brooms was Harry’s beloved Firebolt. It had been with him since his third year at Hogwarts and knew it had nothing to fear. No, that murderous gaze was aimed at Draco Malfoy’s newest prized possession, Harry’s Lightning.
Harry’s Lightning was a broom made in honor of the great and powerful Harry Potter’s defeat of He Who Was Once Not Named, the Dark Lord Voldemort. While Harry refused to replace his beloved Firebolt with it, he had agreed to endorse it and even went as far as buying one for his current prized possession, Draco Malfoy.
That, Harry learned the hard way, was a mistake.
Draco loved the broom. He loved the broom more than he loved Harry.
Draco loved riding the broom. He loved riding the broom more than he loved riding Harry.
Draco loved to spend hours polishing the broom. He loved polishing the broom more than he loved ‘polishing’ Harry.
Yes, lines that should never have been crossed were crossed. And Hell was about to be paid. In full.
Just making the broom disappear would never work. Draco would pine for it and Harry would be forced to watch just how much more he cared for the broom than him. No, the broom had to die and what was left of it needed to be placed at the doorstep for the world to see.
For the world to know.
Death by burning was too good for this broom. Watching the way the embers blackened the wood until it turned to ash wouldn’t satisfy the ache Harry felt at how badly he missed Draco’s thighs gripping his hips.
Smashing it with a mallet would not work either. Forcing the handle to break and splinter wouldn’t soothe the burning need he felt every time it was his own hand bringing himself to completion.
Perhaps if he took it to Hogwarts. Gave it to the Whomping Willow. Watched the broom struggle to fly away, struggle to escape the clutches of the tree that never let its victims go until they were battered beyond repair. Watched as it was flayed, each crack harder than the last until -
The hallway light was switched on.
“Harry? What are you doing?” Draco asked, his voice muffled by sleep.
Harry jumped and quickly shut the broom closet’s door. “Nothing. I wasn’t - I was checking on your broom, is all.”
Draco sent him a strange look. “It’s not going to go missing just because there’s a storm out. It’s when you go missing that I get worried. Come back to bed.”
Harry obeyed, shuffling his feet back to the bedroom and reaching over to turn off the light.
He turned his head, giving the broom closet one last evil glare.
Your owner may have saved you this time. But next time you won’t be so lucky.
Lightning flashed again and Harry was gone.
Characters: Harry/Draco
Prompt: broom envy
Word Count: 545
A/N: I made myself giggle.
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It was a dark and stormy night. Outside the wind whistled and thunder rolled. Inside footsteps could be heard creeping down the hall. A doorknob rattled and, just as lightning flashed across the sky, the broom closet door flew open.
At the closet entrance stood none other than the great and powerful Harry Potter, glaring down at the two brooms stored within with hatred and contempt.
One of the brooms was Harry’s beloved Firebolt. It had been with him since his third year at Hogwarts and knew it had nothing to fear. No, that murderous gaze was aimed at Draco Malfoy’s newest prized possession, Harry’s Lightning.
Harry’s Lightning was a broom made in honor of the great and powerful Harry Potter’s defeat of He Who Was Once Not Named, the Dark Lord Voldemort. While Harry refused to replace his beloved Firebolt with it, he had agreed to endorse it and even went as far as buying one for his current prized possession, Draco Malfoy.
That, Harry learned the hard way, was a mistake.
Draco loved the broom. He loved the broom more than he loved Harry.
Draco loved riding the broom. He loved riding the broom more than he loved riding Harry.
Draco loved to spend hours polishing the broom. He loved polishing the broom more than he loved ‘polishing’ Harry.
Yes, lines that should never have been crossed were crossed. And Hell was about to be paid. In full.
Just making the broom disappear would never work. Draco would pine for it and Harry would be forced to watch just how much more he cared for the broom than him. No, the broom had to die and what was left of it needed to be placed at the doorstep for the world to see.
For the world to know.
Death by burning was too good for this broom. Watching the way the embers blackened the wood until it turned to ash wouldn’t satisfy the ache Harry felt at how badly he missed Draco’s thighs gripping his hips.
Smashing it with a mallet would not work either. Forcing the handle to break and splinter wouldn’t soothe the burning need he felt every time it was his own hand bringing himself to completion.
Perhaps if he took it to Hogwarts. Gave it to the Whomping Willow. Watched the broom struggle to fly away, struggle to escape the clutches of the tree that never let its victims go until they were battered beyond repair. Watched as it was flayed, each crack harder than the last until -
The hallway light was switched on.
“Harry? What are you doing?” Draco asked, his voice muffled by sleep.
Harry jumped and quickly shut the broom closet’s door. “Nothing. I wasn’t - I was checking on your broom, is all.”
Draco sent him a strange look. “It’s not going to go missing just because there’s a storm out. It’s when you go missing that I get worried. Come back to bed.”
Harry obeyed, shuffling his feet back to the bedroom and reaching over to turn off the light.
He turned his head, giving the broom closet one last evil glare.
Your owner may have saved you this time. But next time you won’t be so lucky.
Lightning flashed again and Harry was gone.