The Chick and the Duck
Title: The Chick and the Duck
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 800
Summary: Where Harry brings home a pet, and Draco is a Hufflepuff. Written for Tyntyla Girl at fanfiction.net who gave me the prompt 'Chick and Duck' (A 'Friends' reference, finally!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
It was a testament to how long he had been with Harry that he wasn't the least bit surprised. In fact, Draco had sort of seen it coming. Granted, when his Gryffindor boyfriend had announced he was going to visit a farm, Draco had expected him to come back with a dog or a cat in tow. He certainly hadn't foreseen a...
"Chicken?" Draco exclaimed dryly. "Really, Harry? You brought back poultry?"
Harry stared down at his scuffed trainers, tucking an arm around his winged companion. The scarlet rooster he was cradling clucked and ruffled its feathers importantly, looking rather pleased with its circumstances. "His name is Marvin," Harry mumbled, turning hopeful, green eyes at Draco.
"Oh no," the blond replied, shaking his head firmly and backing away "No. No. You are not naming that foul...fowl. You'll get attached and then we'll have to keep it."
"But Draco..."
"Absolutely not. The last thing we need around here is another cock," he added with a smirk.
Harry groaned at his awful joke. "You're horrible," he declared, giving his boyfriend a fond look.
"You love me for it," Draco preened.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You're sure we can't keep him?" he asked, looking forlornly at Marvin.
Draco raised an eyebrow and Harry relented with a sigh. "Fine," he said, handing the rooster over to Draco. "But could you give him back? I don't think I can say goodbye."
The fiendish fowl flapped arrogantly as Draco held it at arm's length. "Believe me," sneered the blond. "It will be a pleasure."
****
"What can I do for you, sonny?"
"I'd like to return this feathered cretin," Draco thrust the rooster at the smiling middle-aged woman who was tending to a calf. He looked around disdainfully, trying his best to ignore the myriad sounds and smells of the farm. A duck waddled over boldly and quacked at him, settling herself comfortably on his foot.
Draco gave up.
"Oh, Marvin," the farmer's wife tutted, taking the cackling rooster from a relieved Draco. "We sure were glad to see this one off."
"I have no trouble believing that," Draco muttered. He shook his foot slightly and the duck alighted with an indignant quack.
"He's a tough one, alright," she chuckled. "Oh well, I suppose it’s off to the knacker's with ol' Marv then."
Draco stopped short. "The knacker's?" That didn't sound very promising...
"The butcher, sonny" she replied, turning back to tend to the lowing calf.
Draco stared at her in abject horror. "What?" he squawked. "Why?"
A sudden chill went up his spine as his gaze traveled from the preening, over-friendly duck to the young calf and back to Marvin, who was strutting about confidently- obviously unaware of his horrible fate.
"Well you know how it is at the farm. If we can't sell 'em..." She trailed off and Draco paled.
"All...all of them?"
She shrugged in a manner that did not appease Draco at all. "If you'll just wait a second, I'll go get your money back. You just..."
"Don't bother!" Draco snapped indignantly, shoving a bagful of galleons at her. "In fact, I think I'll be making a few more purchases. Name your price!"
Twenty minutes later, he had stormed off- with his purchases in tow- leaving behind a very satisfied farmwife. She shook her head, chuckling softly and patting a well earned pouch of galleons.
"Works every time."
****
The first thing Harry noticed when he came home from a visit to the Weasleys was...
"Marvin!" he exclaimed happily, spotting the smug rooster at once. Marvin crowed triumphantly and alighted on the sofa. Harry continued to stare at him, completely flummoxed.
"Draco?" he called uncertainly. Maybe his boyfriend could explain Marvin's encore. A sudden splashing sound from the bathroom caught his attention and he opened the door, walking in.
"Draco, what is going...oh."
"Not. A. Word," Draco intoned threateningly, scowling at Harry as he perched on the edge of the bath tub. A happy, yellow duck was swimming about in said tub, preening and quacking merrily. Now and then she dunked herself in the water, splashing Draco when she emerged.
Harry pursed his lips, trying and failing not to grin.
"She was going to send them to the knacker's!" Draco protested indignantly.
Harry chuckled and slung an arm around him. "You are such a Hufflepuff," he teased, nudging the blond lightly.
"Stop insulting me, Potter. I just saved three lives," Draco muttered sulkily, burying his face in Harry's shoulder.
"Three?" Harry asked, with a frown. "What do you mean th..."
He was interrupted by a long, low 'mooo' coming from the direction of their bedroom. Harry's eyes widened and Draco cringed.
"There's something else I should probably tell you..."
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 800
Summary: Where Harry brings home a pet, and Draco is a Hufflepuff. Written for Tyntyla Girl at fanfiction.net who gave me the prompt 'Chick and Duck' (A 'Friends' reference, finally!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
It was a testament to how long he had been with Harry that he wasn't the least bit surprised. In fact, Draco had sort of seen it coming. Granted, when his Gryffindor boyfriend had announced he was going to visit a farm, Draco had expected him to come back with a dog or a cat in tow. He certainly hadn't foreseen a...
"Chicken?" Draco exclaimed dryly. "Really, Harry? You brought back poultry?"
Harry stared down at his scuffed trainers, tucking an arm around his winged companion. The scarlet rooster he was cradling clucked and ruffled its feathers importantly, looking rather pleased with its circumstances. "His name is Marvin," Harry mumbled, turning hopeful, green eyes at Draco.
"Oh no," the blond replied, shaking his head firmly and backing away "No. No. You are not naming that foul...fowl. You'll get attached and then we'll have to keep it."
"But Draco..."
"Absolutely not. The last thing we need around here is another cock," he added with a smirk.
Harry groaned at his awful joke. "You're horrible," he declared, giving his boyfriend a fond look.
"You love me for it," Draco preened.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You're sure we can't keep him?" he asked, looking forlornly at Marvin.
Draco raised an eyebrow and Harry relented with a sigh. "Fine," he said, handing the rooster over to Draco. "But could you give him back? I don't think I can say goodbye."
The fiendish fowl flapped arrogantly as Draco held it at arm's length. "Believe me," sneered the blond. "It will be a pleasure."
****
"What can I do for you, sonny?"
"I'd like to return this feathered cretin," Draco thrust the rooster at the smiling middle-aged woman who was tending to a calf. He looked around disdainfully, trying his best to ignore the myriad sounds and smells of the farm. A duck waddled over boldly and quacked at him, settling herself comfortably on his foot.
Draco gave up.
"Oh, Marvin," the farmer's wife tutted, taking the cackling rooster from a relieved Draco. "We sure were glad to see this one off."
"I have no trouble believing that," Draco muttered. He shook his foot slightly and the duck alighted with an indignant quack.
"He's a tough one, alright," she chuckled. "Oh well, I suppose it’s off to the knacker's with ol' Marv then."
Draco stopped short. "The knacker's?" That didn't sound very promising...
"The butcher, sonny" she replied, turning back to tend to the lowing calf.
Draco stared at her in abject horror. "What?" he squawked. "Why?"
A sudden chill went up his spine as his gaze traveled from the preening, over-friendly duck to the young calf and back to Marvin, who was strutting about confidently- obviously unaware of his horrible fate.
"Well you know how it is at the farm. If we can't sell 'em..." She trailed off and Draco paled.
"All...all of them?"
She shrugged in a manner that did not appease Draco at all. "If you'll just wait a second, I'll go get your money back. You just..."
"Don't bother!" Draco snapped indignantly, shoving a bagful of galleons at her. "In fact, I think I'll be making a few more purchases. Name your price!"
Twenty minutes later, he had stormed off- with his purchases in tow- leaving behind a very satisfied farmwife. She shook her head, chuckling softly and patting a well earned pouch of galleons.
"Works every time."
****
The first thing Harry noticed when he came home from a visit to the Weasleys was...
"Marvin!" he exclaimed happily, spotting the smug rooster at once. Marvin crowed triumphantly and alighted on the sofa. Harry continued to stare at him, completely flummoxed.
"Draco?" he called uncertainly. Maybe his boyfriend could explain Marvin's encore. A sudden splashing sound from the bathroom caught his attention and he opened the door, walking in.
"Draco, what is going...oh."
"Not. A. Word," Draco intoned threateningly, scowling at Harry as he perched on the edge of the bath tub. A happy, yellow duck was swimming about in said tub, preening and quacking merrily. Now and then she dunked herself in the water, splashing Draco when she emerged.
Harry pursed his lips, trying and failing not to grin.
"She was going to send them to the knacker's!" Draco protested indignantly.
Harry chuckled and slung an arm around him. "You are such a Hufflepuff," he teased, nudging the blond lightly.
"Stop insulting me, Potter. I just saved three lives," Draco muttered sulkily, burying his face in Harry's shoulder.
"Three?" Harry asked, with a frown. "What do you mean th..."
He was interrupted by a long, low 'mooo' coming from the direction of their bedroom. Harry's eyes widened and Draco cringed.
"There's something else I should probably tell you..."