Dragon Hyde
Title: Dragon Hyde
Rating: R
Word Count: 730
Warning(s): Stripper!Draco. Is this a warning? It wouldn't warn me off.
Author's notes: Written for hogwarts365 Prompt 46: 'What we've got here is...failure to communicate', and Harry's Birthday. There are some loopholes: alive!Sirius, for one. Could be seen as AU. Just...don't take this very seriously, is all.
Summary: Harry's birthday night out takes an interesting twist
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Harry would like it on the record that he was being held in a strip club, against his will.
“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate,” he insisted as Sirius dragged him into the dim room. “I asked for dragon hide gloves for my birthday. Dragon hide. At no point did I request a lap dance!”
Sirius just waved off his very viable concerns and resumed ruining Harry’s life with good intentions and bad decisions. “You’re my godson and you suck at having fun,” he replied, shoving Harry in a chair facing the stage. “I’m doing this for your own good, I’ll have you know.”
“But...”
“Do not talk back to your godfather, young man,” Sirius scolded. “Now, be good and let one of these nice boys sit on your lap.”
“No!” Harry squeaked, as one of the...dancers sauntered over with a come-hither grin. Apparently, Harry’s horrified tone carried over because he stilled in his tracks.
“That’s not very nice,” he admonished with a pout.
“No offence,” Harry mumbled, feeling slightly guilty. “I’m just not...”
“None taken,” the boy replied. “First time for everything, yeah? Why don’t you just wait for the next performance? Dragon Hyde puts on a good show. And he never does private shows, so you’re safe,” he added with a wink.
“There!” Sirius exclaimed happily. “Didn’t you say you wanted dragon hide? Honestly, there’s just no pleasing you.”
Harry scowled, wishing he’d just stayed home with a book. “Sirius, I...”
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” the voiceover interrupted suddenly. “Please put your hands- and your Galleons- together for Drrragon Hyde!”
“Here we go!” Sirius cheered, leering eagerly at the stage.
“Here we go,” Harry agreed morosely. There was no getting out of this one. Not with Sirius’ grip firmly on his shoulders. Why couldn’t he have just stayed home?
The lights dimmed and a beat thrummed through the room. The patrons murmured in anticipation as the green lights flashed. Then a lithe figure slipped onto the stage and the cheers went up.
So did the lights.
Harry’s jaw dropped as the dancer’s blond hair, grey eyes and slim build slid into focus.
“Holy shite!” he gasped.
“Holy shite!” Sirius squawked next to him.
Malfoy looked out at the crowd with smouldering eyes and a barely legal smirk. He trailed a pale hand down the front of his leather trousers, swaying easily to the beat. His smooth movements took up the tempo and the crowd’s cheering became louder. Not that Harry heard, saw or registered anything except that slim, sinuous body wrapping around a pole, stretching and undulating, shifting and writhing...
Salazar.
Harry thanked the gods he hadn’t stayed home with a book.
Sirius evidently, had a different opinion on the matter. “Is that Draco?” he screeched in outrage. “What the bleeding hell is he doing?!”
Harry snorted. “Oh, suddenly this is a problem?” he enquired dryly.
“Damn right, it’s a problem!” Sirius howled. “That’s my kid cousin up there!” One of the patrons made a move to edge closer to the stage. Sirius all but lunged at the bloke, dragging him back. “Don’t even think about it!” he snarled, before turning on Harry. “And you stop staring at him!”
“I wasn’t staring,” Harry lied. “I’m just...surprised.”
“That makes two of us,” Sirius snapped. “Get him off that stage. Cissa will have my head if she finds out about this. And put a jacket on him, for Merlin’s sake!”
Harry snorted and approached the stage, grinning as Malfoy’s movements faltered just a bit.
“Potter,” he greeted warily. “What brings you here?”
Harry chuckled. “Your overprotective cousin, actually.”
Malfoy sighed in exasperation. “Sirius is here?”
“And hyperventilating,” Harry confirmed. “Nice outfit, by the way.”
Malfoy smirked and ran a hand down the trousers again. “I’m glad you approve,” he replied smoothly. “But I should get back to...”
“It’s my birthday.”
The words tumbled out of him before he had a chance to stop himself. Fortunately, Malfoy looked more amused than offended. “Oh? Happy birthday, Potter.”
“I don’t suppose you’d...” Harry faltered uncertainly, not entirely sure if he’d bitten off more than he could chew.
But Malfoy smirked and slipped off the stage, alighting next to him in a smooth pounce. “Let’s take this backstage, birthday boy,” he purred.
Harry grinned in delight and followed obediently.
Sirius’ resounding howl of “Harry! That is not what I meant!” was summarily ignored.
Rating: R
Word Count: 730
Warning(s): Stripper!Draco. Is this a warning? It wouldn't warn me off.
Author's notes: Written for hogwarts365 Prompt 46: 'What we've got here is...failure to communicate', and Harry's Birthday. There are some loopholes: alive!Sirius, for one. Could be seen as AU. Just...don't take this very seriously, is all.
Summary: Harry's birthday night out takes an interesting twist
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Harry would like it on the record that he was being held in a strip club, against his will.
“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate,” he insisted as Sirius dragged him into the dim room. “I asked for dragon hide gloves for my birthday. Dragon hide. At no point did I request a lap dance!”
Sirius just waved off his very viable concerns and resumed ruining Harry’s life with good intentions and bad decisions. “You’re my godson and you suck at having fun,” he replied, shoving Harry in a chair facing the stage. “I’m doing this for your own good, I’ll have you know.”
“But...”
“Do not talk back to your godfather, young man,” Sirius scolded. “Now, be good and let one of these nice boys sit on your lap.”
“No!” Harry squeaked, as one of the...dancers sauntered over with a come-hither grin. Apparently, Harry’s horrified tone carried over because he stilled in his tracks.
“That’s not very nice,” he admonished with a pout.
“No offence,” Harry mumbled, feeling slightly guilty. “I’m just not...”
“None taken,” the boy replied. “First time for everything, yeah? Why don’t you just wait for the next performance? Dragon Hyde puts on a good show. And he never does private shows, so you’re safe,” he added with a wink.
“There!” Sirius exclaimed happily. “Didn’t you say you wanted dragon hide? Honestly, there’s just no pleasing you.”
Harry scowled, wishing he’d just stayed home with a book. “Sirius, I...”
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” the voiceover interrupted suddenly. “Please put your hands- and your Galleons- together for Drrragon Hyde!”
“Here we go!” Sirius cheered, leering eagerly at the stage.
“Here we go,” Harry agreed morosely. There was no getting out of this one. Not with Sirius’ grip firmly on his shoulders. Why couldn’t he have just stayed home?
The lights dimmed and a beat thrummed through the room. The patrons murmured in anticipation as the green lights flashed. Then a lithe figure slipped onto the stage and the cheers went up.
So did the lights.
Harry’s jaw dropped as the dancer’s blond hair, grey eyes and slim build slid into focus.
“Holy shite!” he gasped.
“Holy shite!” Sirius squawked next to him.
Malfoy looked out at the crowd with smouldering eyes and a barely legal smirk. He trailed a pale hand down the front of his leather trousers, swaying easily to the beat. His smooth movements took up the tempo and the crowd’s cheering became louder. Not that Harry heard, saw or registered anything except that slim, sinuous body wrapping around a pole, stretching and undulating, shifting and writhing...
Salazar.
Harry thanked the gods he hadn’t stayed home with a book.
Sirius evidently, had a different opinion on the matter. “Is that Draco?” he screeched in outrage. “What the bleeding hell is he doing?!”
Harry snorted. “Oh, suddenly this is a problem?” he enquired dryly.
“Damn right, it’s a problem!” Sirius howled. “That’s my kid cousin up there!” One of the patrons made a move to edge closer to the stage. Sirius all but lunged at the bloke, dragging him back. “Don’t even think about it!” he snarled, before turning on Harry. “And you stop staring at him!”
“I wasn’t staring,” Harry lied. “I’m just...surprised.”
“That makes two of us,” Sirius snapped. “Get him off that stage. Cissa will have my head if she finds out about this. And put a jacket on him, for Merlin’s sake!”
Harry snorted and approached the stage, grinning as Malfoy’s movements faltered just a bit.
“Potter,” he greeted warily. “What brings you here?”
Harry chuckled. “Your overprotective cousin, actually.”
Malfoy sighed in exasperation. “Sirius is here?”
“And hyperventilating,” Harry confirmed. “Nice outfit, by the way.”
Malfoy smirked and ran a hand down the trousers again. “I’m glad you approve,” he replied smoothly. “But I should get back to...”
“It’s my birthday.”
The words tumbled out of him before he had a chance to stop himself. Fortunately, Malfoy looked more amused than offended. “Oh? Happy birthday, Potter.”
“I don’t suppose you’d...” Harry faltered uncertainly, not entirely sure if he’d bitten off more than he could chew.
But Malfoy smirked and slipped off the stage, alighting next to him in a smooth pounce. “Let’s take this backstage, birthday boy,” he purred.
Harry grinned in delight and followed obediently.
Sirius’ resounding howl of “Harry! That is not what I meant!” was summarily ignored.