Harry Potter and the Vexed Viper
Title: Harry Potter and the Vexed Viper
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 500
Summary: Where Draco is pissed and Harry gets an earful.
Author's notes: Written for hp_creatures, Prompt: Snake eyes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
And then they put me in a box! In a box, Potter!
Harry pursed his lips and fought the surge of laughter building in his gut. Draco was obviously upset and poking fun at him would be wrong. Not to mention unsafe- he was exceptionally poisonous at the moment.
Sstupid Kingssley, Draco hissed as he slithered angrily over the desk again. Harry hadn’t known that snakes could pace, but Draco seemed to manage well enough. Itss revenge. Revenge, I tell you! He givess me these ridiculouss asssignments on purpossse!
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Harry hissed back reasonably. This was one of the reasons he enjoyed Draco’s Animagus form so much. It gave him ample opportunity to brush up on his Parseltongue. And he had to admit, Draco was certainly a better conversationalist than most of the snakes he’d come across.
Sstop defending him, Draco complained. I'll bite him next time! Just ssee if I don't!
His scales were raised and pointed, a clear indication that he was agitated. Too bad Harry just thought he looked adorable. Draco’s sinuous body was a beautiful stark green against the mahogany of the desk, with bright snake eyes and a forked tongue that poked out now and then to taste the air. His scales were long and pointed, giving him an almost furry appearance. Draco was glowering at him- apparently snakes could pace and glower- and it just added to Harry’s mental image of a very petulant, very angry little bush viper.
It was all he could do not to pick up his partner and coo at him.
I’m upsset, Potter, Draco sulked. Very upssset!
Right. Clearly, this situation required damage control. It was either that or risking an entire afternoon of Draco hissing furiously in his ear or dropping off high places in front of unsuspecting Aurors just for kicks. Fortunately, Harry had some amount of experience in this field.
“I can see that,” he replied, discreetly summoning a Quill. “But I seriously doubt Kingsley put you on that case for anything other than professional reasons.” He waved the Quill casually as he spoke, suppressing a grin as Draco locked on to it and instinctively swayed with the motion. “You’re the most skilled Animagus on the team,” Harry continued, keeping his tone calm and soothing. “And his faith in you paid off, didn’t it? You successfully infiltrated that animal trafficking ring.”
I ssaved those dragon hatchlingss from a fate worse than death, Draco agreed proudly. Harry chuckled fondly and stroked his head gently with one finger. Draco twisted around his wrist and slithered up his arm, settling in the crook of his neck.
“See?” Harry grinned. “You’re a hero.”
Itss overrated, Draco informed him. His forked tongue touched Harry’s collar bone, making him shiver. It was still pleasant though. Draco felt warm against his skin and the sensation of his serpentine form draped over Harry’s neck was...soothing somehow.
File my report for me, Draco hissed drowsily. I’m going to ssleep.
Harry just chuckled and picked up the Quill again.
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 500
Summary: Where Draco is pissed and Harry gets an earful.
Author's notes: Written for hp_creatures, Prompt: Snake eyes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
And then they put me in a box! In a box, Potter!
Harry pursed his lips and fought the surge of laughter building in his gut. Draco was obviously upset and poking fun at him would be wrong. Not to mention unsafe- he was exceptionally poisonous at the moment.
Sstupid Kingssley, Draco hissed as he slithered angrily over the desk again. Harry hadn’t known that snakes could pace, but Draco seemed to manage well enough. Itss revenge. Revenge, I tell you! He givess me these ridiculouss asssignments on purpossse!
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Harry hissed back reasonably. This was one of the reasons he enjoyed Draco’s Animagus form so much. It gave him ample opportunity to brush up on his Parseltongue. And he had to admit, Draco was certainly a better conversationalist than most of the snakes he’d come across.
Sstop defending him, Draco complained. I'll bite him next time! Just ssee if I don't!
His scales were raised and pointed, a clear indication that he was agitated. Too bad Harry just thought he looked adorable. Draco’s sinuous body was a beautiful stark green against the mahogany of the desk, with bright snake eyes and a forked tongue that poked out now and then to taste the air. His scales were long and pointed, giving him an almost furry appearance. Draco was glowering at him- apparently snakes could pace and glower- and it just added to Harry’s mental image of a very petulant, very angry little bush viper.
It was all he could do not to pick up his partner and coo at him.
I’m upsset, Potter, Draco sulked. Very upssset!
Right. Clearly, this situation required damage control. It was either that or risking an entire afternoon of Draco hissing furiously in his ear or dropping off high places in front of unsuspecting Aurors just for kicks. Fortunately, Harry had some amount of experience in this field.
“I can see that,” he replied, discreetly summoning a Quill. “But I seriously doubt Kingsley put you on that case for anything other than professional reasons.” He waved the Quill casually as he spoke, suppressing a grin as Draco locked on to it and instinctively swayed with the motion. “You’re the most skilled Animagus on the team,” Harry continued, keeping his tone calm and soothing. “And his faith in you paid off, didn’t it? You successfully infiltrated that animal trafficking ring.”
I ssaved those dragon hatchlingss from a fate worse than death, Draco agreed proudly. Harry chuckled fondly and stroked his head gently with one finger. Draco twisted around his wrist and slithered up his arm, settling in the crook of his neck.
“See?” Harry grinned. “You’re a hero.”
Itss overrated, Draco informed him. His forked tongue touched Harry’s collar bone, making him shiver. It was still pleasant though. Draco felt warm against his skin and the sensation of his serpentine form draped over Harry’s neck was...soothing somehow.
File my report for me, Draco hissed drowsily. I’m going to ssleep.
Harry just chuckled and picked up the Quill again.