The X Factor
Title: The X Factor
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 400
Summary: Harry has to deal with a dubious drink and drunk friends.
Author’s notes: Written for awdt’s Halloween Quickies Prompt 8: Picture Prompt. Also written for PyroFyre1214 at Fanfiction.net who asked for the prompt 'X Factor'.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
“I don’t care if it’s ‘fockin’ fantastic’, Seamus. I am not drinking something called The X Factor!” Harry said, backing away from the skull and crossbones shot-glass being thrust at his person. The foggy misty swirls floating on top of the concoction were doing nothing to lessen his trepidation.
“But Harry,” a thoroughly wasted Ginny insisted as she swung from Seamus’ broad shoulders “’s good for you! It’s got…um…it’s got…”
“Vitamins!” Ron supplied helpfully.
“No, you silly,” Hermione giggled, her head lolling uselessly on his shoulder. “That’s carrots. And beetroots. And the Prime Minister.”
“You’ve gone barmy, the lot of you,” Harry snorted, which resulted in a rather emotional Dean bursting into tears. Ginny patted his head comfortingly- an impressive feat considering she was still hoisted over Seamus’ shoulder- and scowled at Harry.
“You need a drink,” she declared firmly. “It’ll make you less…less arseholey.”
“No,” declared Harry firmly, crossing his arms to make a point. “I’m not drinking that bile.”
“Why not?” Ginny whined. “’s so good. Look, it even makes Malfoy look yummy!”
Harry turned to follow the direction of her unsteady finger. Malfoy had just walked in and Ginny’s declaration- while slurred- was definitely spot on. Malfoy looked absolutely delicious and Harry felt his mouth run dry. He let his admiring gaze linger on the glove like silver shirt the blond was wearing. It hugged every contour of his slender frame, leaving very little to imagination. The form fitting jeans tapered down his long legs and clung lovingly to his gorgeous arse- an arse Harry was having a very hard time looking away from. His hair was loose and fell over his grey eyes. Those grey eyes suddenly caught Harry’s hungry gaze. Malfoy’s lips curled into a smirk that made Harry swallow audibly. The blond trailed a hand down his chest and rolled his hips in blatant invitation.
Harry buried his face in his hands, trying to will away his raging erection. When he turned around, he was facing five sets of glazed eyes and four sloppy grins. Ron was definitely looking less than happy about these new circumstances but had apparently decided that it was nap-time now and the hissy fit could wait till later.
Ginny giggled and pushed the offending shot glass towards Harry again. “Liquid courage?” she asked sweetly, batting her lashes.
Harry gave up. Some days you just couldn't win.
“I’m going to need a lot more of these.”