Git
Title: Git
Rating: PG
Word Count: 550
Summary: There is room for one git in Harry's life, and it is not Dudley Dursley.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. The following was written purely for fun, not profit.
"I would just like to point out that this was not in the job description."
"So you've said. Fourteen times, but who's counting, eh?"
"Whatever, Scarhead. When we get back to the Ministry I'm having a few words with Kingsley about job exploitation."
Harry rolled his eyes, but said nothing. He himself was not in the mood to hang about in Muggle London on a Saturday, looking for 'potential Dark Activity' but it was a part of their Auror training and he could live with it. His partner however, was a different story. He was bored and unhappy and exasperatingly vocal about it. Sometimes, Harry honestly wondered why he was friends with the git.
Draco sprawled back on his park bench chewing thoughtfully on his straw, muttering about utter wastes of time and fathers who would hear about this. Harry found it amusing that he'd developed a near obsession with fizzy drinks. He was just about to suggest that they leave early and head for the Leaky Cauldron when…
"Potter?"
Harry whirled around and mentally swore as he came face to face with possibly his least favourite person in the world. Dudley Dursely was still fat, still ugly and he was still looking at Harry with undisguised malice. The boy felt his fists clench as unwelcome memories of dark cupboards and barred up windows assaulted his mind.
"Dudley" he muttered, unconsciously backing away. It took more than defeating a Dark Lord to forget years and years of torment at the hands of a nasty bully of a cousin. Those scars ran deep for Harry.
Apparently, Dudley hadn't missed his subconscious retreat because his pudgy face twisted into an ugly sneer. "Well, if it isn't my freak of a cousin. What a small world."
"Get lost, Dudley" Harry spat, trying to shove his way past. Unfortunately, Dudley seemed to have no intention of letting go. He grabbed hold of Harry's shoulder and pushed him back roughly. "You're not leaving, freak. This is just too precious. What are you doing here anyway? Among normal folk?"
"None of your business, Dudley. Let go before I…"
"Before you what? Let me pound your face in like I did everyday back when we were kids? Let me push you down the stairs and make you eat dirt? Fun times, eh cousin?"
Through the pounding of his ears, Harry failed to notice Draco's sharp intake of breath. Dursley was far too enthralled with having his old punching bag back to notice the blond who was stealthily approaching them.
"Five years, and nothing changes eh, Scarhead? You're still a useless, pathetic, little piece of garbage who…"
WHAM!
Harry's collar was released with an abrupt howl and he blinked as he stumbled. Dudley was on the ground, rolling in agony and clutching his head. Draco towered over him, with a sneer on his face. He rubbed his bruised knuckles, still glaring daggers at the writhing Dursley.
"Nobody calls him Scarhead except me" he spat. "Got that, Porky?" With that, he kicked the moaning lump that was Dudley and strode off, grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him along.
As the shock wore off, Harry allowed a grin to grace his features.
Draco scowled balefully at him. "Something you want to say, Potter?"
"Not at all, Draco. Not at all"
And that was why he was friends with the git.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 550
Summary: There is room for one git in Harry's life, and it is not Dudley Dursley.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. The following was written purely for fun, not profit.
"I would just like to point out that this was not in the job description."
"So you've said. Fourteen times, but who's counting, eh?"
"Whatever, Scarhead. When we get back to the Ministry I'm having a few words with Kingsley about job exploitation."
Harry rolled his eyes, but said nothing. He himself was not in the mood to hang about in Muggle London on a Saturday, looking for 'potential Dark Activity' but it was a part of their Auror training and he could live with it. His partner however, was a different story. He was bored and unhappy and exasperatingly vocal about it. Sometimes, Harry honestly wondered why he was friends with the git.
Draco sprawled back on his park bench chewing thoughtfully on his straw, muttering about utter wastes of time and fathers who would hear about this. Harry found it amusing that he'd developed a near obsession with fizzy drinks. He was just about to suggest that they leave early and head for the Leaky Cauldron when…
"Potter?"
Harry whirled around and mentally swore as he came face to face with possibly his least favourite person in the world. Dudley Dursely was still fat, still ugly and he was still looking at Harry with undisguised malice. The boy felt his fists clench as unwelcome memories of dark cupboards and barred up windows assaulted his mind.
"Dudley" he muttered, unconsciously backing away. It took more than defeating a Dark Lord to forget years and years of torment at the hands of a nasty bully of a cousin. Those scars ran deep for Harry.
Apparently, Dudley hadn't missed his subconscious retreat because his pudgy face twisted into an ugly sneer. "Well, if it isn't my freak of a cousin. What a small world."
"Get lost, Dudley" Harry spat, trying to shove his way past. Unfortunately, Dudley seemed to have no intention of letting go. He grabbed hold of Harry's shoulder and pushed him back roughly. "You're not leaving, freak. This is just too precious. What are you doing here anyway? Among normal folk?"
"None of your business, Dudley. Let go before I…"
"Before you what? Let me pound your face in like I did everyday back when we were kids? Let me push you down the stairs and make you eat dirt? Fun times, eh cousin?"
Through the pounding of his ears, Harry failed to notice Draco's sharp intake of breath. Dursley was far too enthralled with having his old punching bag back to notice the blond who was stealthily approaching them.
"Five years, and nothing changes eh, Scarhead? You're still a useless, pathetic, little piece of garbage who…"
WHAM!
Harry's collar was released with an abrupt howl and he blinked as he stumbled. Dudley was on the ground, rolling in agony and clutching his head. Draco towered over him, with a sneer on his face. He rubbed his bruised knuckles, still glaring daggers at the writhing Dursley.
"Nobody calls him Scarhead except me" he spat. "Got that, Porky?" With that, he kicked the moaning lump that was Dudley and strode off, grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him along.
As the shock wore off, Harry allowed a grin to grace his features.
Draco scowled balefully at him. "Something you want to say, Potter?"
"Not at all, Draco. Not at all"
And that was why he was friends with the git.