Draco's Defender
Title: Draco's Defender
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 365
Summary: Harry is out to defend Draco's virtue. And with good reason.
Author's notes: Written for hogwarts365 Challenge #27. Prompt: Drunk!Harry
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Honestly, it was starting to get annoying. Draco sighed in exasperation as he was picked up mid conversation again and hauled up against a toned chest.
“For Merlin’s sake!” he protested. His voice was muffled by Harry’s shirt but he was determined to make himself heard. “Harry, this has gone far enough! I demand you release me!”
“No,” his teetering defender argued belligerently, wrapping a firm arm around him and glaring daggers at the third man who had dared to approach Draco for a chat.
“Go away,” Harry snapped, making haphazard shooing motions at the flummoxed brunet. “Go on! Get!”
Draco shrugged helplessly. Frankly, that was all he could do in his present situation. The man- Daniel, Draco thought his name was- offered a commiserating nod. “I suppose I’ll see you around then,” he said as he backed away.
“No, you won’t!” Harry informed him stoutly.
Draco groaned and slumped against Harry’s chest, wondering if it was possible to die of mortification. Harry didn’t care. He kept a firm grip on him until Daniel was well out of sight. Then he huffed in satisfaction and released Draco.
“There,” he said smugly, patting down the wrinkles in Draco’s shirt. “You’re safe now.”
Draco rolled his eyes. This happened every time they went out to a pub together.
Harry had a bit too much to drink and after that, it was impossible to convince him that every man who looked Draco’s way did not have questionable intentions. For some unfathomable reason, in this state, Harry also felt compelled to protect Draco’s virtue from said men- whether Draco liked it or not.
“He was just asking me for the time,” he informed Harry dryly.
Harry waved him off dismissively. “He wanted to shag you,” he argued. “I saw him lookin’ at you.”
“Harry...”
“No!” Harry snapped, pouting like a sulky five year old. “He can’t have you. He can’t ‘cause...’cause I saw you first. So there!”
Draco trailed off and a smile played on his lips. “Is that right?”
Harry nodded sullenly and slumped against his shoulder. “Saw you first,” he mumbled.
Draco grinned and patted his head. “Of course you did, Harry. Of course you did.”
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 365
Summary: Harry is out to defend Draco's virtue. And with good reason.
Author's notes: Written for hogwarts365 Challenge #27. Prompt: Drunk!Harry
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Honestly, it was starting to get annoying. Draco sighed in exasperation as he was picked up mid conversation again and hauled up against a toned chest.
“For Merlin’s sake!” he protested. His voice was muffled by Harry’s shirt but he was determined to make himself heard. “Harry, this has gone far enough! I demand you release me!”
“No,” his teetering defender argued belligerently, wrapping a firm arm around him and glaring daggers at the third man who had dared to approach Draco for a chat.
“Go away,” Harry snapped, making haphazard shooing motions at the flummoxed brunet. “Go on! Get!”
Draco shrugged helplessly. Frankly, that was all he could do in his present situation. The man- Daniel, Draco thought his name was- offered a commiserating nod. “I suppose I’ll see you around then,” he said as he backed away.
“No, you won’t!” Harry informed him stoutly.
Draco groaned and slumped against Harry’s chest, wondering if it was possible to die of mortification. Harry didn’t care. He kept a firm grip on him until Daniel was well out of sight. Then he huffed in satisfaction and released Draco.
“There,” he said smugly, patting down the wrinkles in Draco’s shirt. “You’re safe now.”
Draco rolled his eyes. This happened every time they went out to a pub together.
Harry had a bit too much to drink and after that, it was impossible to convince him that every man who looked Draco’s way did not have questionable intentions. For some unfathomable reason, in this state, Harry also felt compelled to protect Draco’s virtue from said men- whether Draco liked it or not.
“He was just asking me for the time,” he informed Harry dryly.
Harry waved him off dismissively. “He wanted to shag you,” he argued. “I saw him lookin’ at you.”
“Harry...”
“No!” Harry snapped, pouting like a sulky five year old. “He can’t have you. He can’t ‘cause...’cause I saw you first. So there!”
Draco trailed off and a smile played on his lips. “Is that right?”
Harry nodded sullenly and slumped against his shoulder. “Saw you first,” he mumbled.
Draco grinned and patted his head. “Of course you did, Harry. Of course you did.”