Fluke
Title: Fluke
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry, Slyths and Gryffs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word Count: 860
Written as: A birthday gift for cindala, whose prompt was sea lion animagus.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Draco has challenged Potter to a contest he can't lose.
Draco indulged in a sly smirk. He had challenged Potter to a swimming contest, and the foolish Gryffindor had accepted. Although Potter had bested Draco at virtually everything else, swimming was one area where Draco excelled. After all, he'd spent his summers on the coast of France, and he had gone swimming daily. Potter, the plebeian, had never been swimming until coming to Hogwarts. It was a contest Draco couldn't lose.
About a dozen students, representing Slytherin and Gryffindor, had accompanied Draco and Potter out on the Black Lake. Greg and Weaslebee shared rowing duties, and their boat glided smoothly into a calm bay. Once they stopped moving, Pansy stood up, clutching onto Blaise's shoulder for balance.
"This is a diving contest," she announced. "Draco and Potter will dive from the canoe, swim to the bottom and come up with a rock. The first one to the surface with a rock is the winner." She sat back down and sent Draco a smug grin. Pansy was an excellent swimmer, too, and she knew Draco had this victory in the bag.
"How do we know Malfoy doesn't have a rock in the pocket of his swim shorts?" challenged Longbottom.
"How do we know Potter doesn't?" Theo fired back.
"We could pat them down," suggested Granger.
"I'll do Potter," Pansy volunteered a little too quickly for Draco's taste. He wouldn't have minded patting Potter down, himself.
Granger sighed. "I suppose that means I'm stuck with Malfoy."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, but it was too late. Granger strode up to him and patted him down quite thoroughly, although she used the backs of her hands. It didn't prevent him from feeling violated, however, and a little turned on. Any physical contact below the waist would do that to him.
At the other end of the canoe, Potter squeaked in affront. "Parkinson! Watch what you're grabbing!"
A surge of irrational jealously swept through Draco, and he scowled at Pansy as she carefully sauntered up to him. "He's clean," she nodded.
Draco and Potter took up positions at the opposite ends of the canoe. Granger stood in the middle, holding aloft a Gryffindor tie. "On your mark," she called. "Get set-"
"Go!" yelled Pansy.
Draco dove off his end of the canoe, cleaving the water with barely a ripple. He opened his eyes, grateful to realize the visibility was fantastic. Draco glanced to his right, hoping for a glimpse of Potter. What he saw caused him to hesitate. There was...something in the vicinity of where Potter should be. Something large and nimble and quite at home in the water.
Fear skittered up Draco's spine, and he considered making a break for the safety of the surface. However, Slytherin pride compelled him to forge ahead. He kicked strongly and reached the bottom. Draco snatched up a fist-sized rock and pushed off for the surface. He couldn't wait to hear the cheers of his Housemates when he beat Potter. Perhaps Pansy or Blaise would suck him off later for a reward.
When Draco's head broke the water, he heard cheering, but it was coming from the Gryffindors. Potter was treading water and waving a small rock over his head. Draco was left gaping in shock and dismay. He clambered aboard the canoe and reeled back when Theodore threw a towel in his face. Draco glared at Potter. "There's no way you could have beaten me fairly," he fumed.
Potter swam closer and took hold of the edge of the canoe. "Probably not," he agreed with a laconic smirk, "which is why I employed Slytherin tactics."
"Slytherin tactics?" Draco repeated in confusion.
Potter nodded and ducked below the surface. A sea lion's head reappeared in his place.
"Ark ark ark!" it laughed at him.
"Potter!" Draco shrilled. "You...you're a-"
"He's a sea lion animagus," Granger supplied. Her smile was one of pure, evil satisfaction.
"That's cheating!" bellowed Milicent.
"There was nothing in the rules against it, was there, Seamus?" asked Granger.
"No, not a'tall," agreed the stocky Irish boy.
The sea lion...Potter...submerged once more, and his tail fluke slapped the surface, splashing the Slytherin contingent.
Pansy shrieked and snatched the towel from Draco's slackened grip, but he barely noticed. Instead, he was trying to incinerate Potter with the force of his glare.
"Ark ark ark!"
Greg all but slammed his oar in the water and began turning the canoe. Weasley did the same, although he was guffawing as he did so. Potter, in his animagus form, kept pace with them. Occasionally he would bump the canoe or poke his head out long enough to send a mocking bleat in Draco's direction.
Draco fumed all the way back to shore. Potter had beaten him once again, and there would be no reward. All Draco had to look forward to was another lonely wank to fantasies of Potter spread beneath him.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry, Slyths and Gryffs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word Count: 860
Written as: A birthday gift for cindala, whose prompt was sea lion animagus.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Draco has challenged Potter to a contest he can't lose.
Draco indulged in a sly smirk. He had challenged Potter to a swimming contest, and the foolish Gryffindor had accepted. Although Potter had bested Draco at virtually everything else, swimming was one area where Draco excelled. After all, he'd spent his summers on the coast of France, and he had gone swimming daily. Potter, the plebeian, had never been swimming until coming to Hogwarts. It was a contest Draco couldn't lose.
About a dozen students, representing Slytherin and Gryffindor, had accompanied Draco and Potter out on the Black Lake. Greg and Weaslebee shared rowing duties, and their boat glided smoothly into a calm bay. Once they stopped moving, Pansy stood up, clutching onto Blaise's shoulder for balance.
"This is a diving contest," she announced. "Draco and Potter will dive from the canoe, swim to the bottom and come up with a rock. The first one to the surface with a rock is the winner." She sat back down and sent Draco a smug grin. Pansy was an excellent swimmer, too, and she knew Draco had this victory in the bag.
"How do we know Malfoy doesn't have a rock in the pocket of his swim shorts?" challenged Longbottom.
"How do we know Potter doesn't?" Theo fired back.
"We could pat them down," suggested Granger.
"I'll do Potter," Pansy volunteered a little too quickly for Draco's taste. He wouldn't have minded patting Potter down, himself.
Granger sighed. "I suppose that means I'm stuck with Malfoy."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, but it was too late. Granger strode up to him and patted him down quite thoroughly, although she used the backs of her hands. It didn't prevent him from feeling violated, however, and a little turned on. Any physical contact below the waist would do that to him.
At the other end of the canoe, Potter squeaked in affront. "Parkinson! Watch what you're grabbing!"
A surge of irrational jealously swept through Draco, and he scowled at Pansy as she carefully sauntered up to him. "He's clean," she nodded.
Draco and Potter took up positions at the opposite ends of the canoe. Granger stood in the middle, holding aloft a Gryffindor tie. "On your mark," she called. "Get set-"
"Go!" yelled Pansy.
Draco dove off his end of the canoe, cleaving the water with barely a ripple. He opened his eyes, grateful to realize the visibility was fantastic. Draco glanced to his right, hoping for a glimpse of Potter. What he saw caused him to hesitate. There was...something in the vicinity of where Potter should be. Something large and nimble and quite at home in the water.
Fear skittered up Draco's spine, and he considered making a break for the safety of the surface. However, Slytherin pride compelled him to forge ahead. He kicked strongly and reached the bottom. Draco snatched up a fist-sized rock and pushed off for the surface. He couldn't wait to hear the cheers of his Housemates when he beat Potter. Perhaps Pansy or Blaise would suck him off later for a reward.
When Draco's head broke the water, he heard cheering, but it was coming from the Gryffindors. Potter was treading water and waving a small rock over his head. Draco was left gaping in shock and dismay. He clambered aboard the canoe and reeled back when Theodore threw a towel in his face. Draco glared at Potter. "There's no way you could have beaten me fairly," he fumed.
Potter swam closer and took hold of the edge of the canoe. "Probably not," he agreed with a laconic smirk, "which is why I employed Slytherin tactics."
"Slytherin tactics?" Draco repeated in confusion.
Potter nodded and ducked below the surface. A sea lion's head reappeared in his place.
"Ark ark ark!" it laughed at him.
"Potter!" Draco shrilled. "You...you're a-"
"He's a sea lion animagus," Granger supplied. Her smile was one of pure, evil satisfaction.
"That's cheating!" bellowed Milicent.
"There was nothing in the rules against it, was there, Seamus?" asked Granger.
"No, not a'tall," agreed the stocky Irish boy.
The sea lion...Potter...submerged once more, and his tail fluke slapped the surface, splashing the Slytherin contingent.
Pansy shrieked and snatched the towel from Draco's slackened grip, but he barely noticed. Instead, he was trying to incinerate Potter with the force of his glare.
"Ark ark ark!"
Greg all but slammed his oar in the water and began turning the canoe. Weasley did the same, although he was guffawing as he did so. Potter, in his animagus form, kept pace with them. Occasionally he would bump the canoe or poke his head out long enough to send a mocking bleat in Draco's direction.
Draco fumed all the way back to shore. Potter had beaten him once again, and there would be no reward. All Draco had to look forward to was another lonely wank to fantasies of Potter spread beneath him.