Answered an old challenge, just because. Happy Hanukah!
Title: Rufus Wainwright in your trousers.
Author: twistedm
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: #94: Coffee
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Age statement: all sexual behavior in this story occurs exclusively between characters that are at least eighteen years of age during the story's events, whether the story states this explicitly or not. All the characters in this story are completely fictional.
“Potter.”
“Macchiato, please.”
“Potter!”
“Yeah?”
“Your arse… is… singing.”
The barista giggled. Draco frowned at her heaving shoulders.
“Right, Rufus!”
Potter extracted a slim metal device from his back pocket, increasing the volume. Then he somehow doubled it, silencing “Rufus.” He put the thing to his ear and reached for his coffee.
“Thanks,” he nodded to the barista and turned away from the counter. “Hi!” he chirped, too loud.
“New ringtone,” he mock whispered behind a hand, and started speaking far too loudly into the… Rufus.
“Hermione! I’m having coffee with Malfoy!”
“Mystifying,” Draco muttered as he reached the counter.
Author: twistedm
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: #94: Coffee
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Age statement: all sexual behavior in this story occurs exclusively between characters that are at least eighteen years of age during the story's events, whether the story states this explicitly or not. All the characters in this story are completely fictional.
“Potter.”
“Macchiato, please.”
“Potter!”
“Yeah?”
“Your arse… is… singing.”
The barista giggled. Draco frowned at her heaving shoulders.
“Right, Rufus!”
Potter extracted a slim metal device from his back pocket, increasing the volume. Then he somehow doubled it, silencing “Rufus.” He put the thing to his ear and reached for his coffee.
“Thanks,” he nodded to the barista and turned away from the counter. “Hi!” he chirped, too loud.
“New ringtone,” he mock whispered behind a hand, and started speaking far too loudly into the… Rufus.
“Hermione! I’m having coffee with Malfoy!”
“Mystifying,” Draco muttered as he reached the counter.