Birthday gift; HDSeasons; HarryLovesDraco; HDFluff
Title: Shillelagh Shenanigans
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 580
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♣ Birthday gift for kittyhelix, who asked for leprechauns.
♣ hd_seasons St Patrick's Day Challenge, using the following prompts: Felix Felicis, Leprechaun gold, Niffler, a green drink
♣ hd_seasons March prompt - "I don't care what day it is, I'm not going out in public dressed like this."
♣ harrylovesdraco Challenge #3 - "What are you doing/going to do with that shillelagh?"
♣ hd_fluff Prompt #68 - Ireland
Summary: Draco is fascinated by Harry's shillelagh.
"I don't care what day it is, I'm not going out in public dressed like this."
Harry glanced up from adjusting the brim of his top hat. He let his eyes travel up and down his boyfriend's frame. Twice. "What are you worried about?" asked Harry. "You look good in anything."
"I am not leaving our hotel dressed as a goblin!" cried Draco, stamping one buckled shoe for good measure. Both of them were wearing green vests, breeches and overcoats with white shirts and hose. They wore polished black shoes with shiny gold buckles, while dapper green top hats completed their ensembles.
"We're dressed as leprechauns, love," Harry said. "What's the harm in it? It's St Patrick's Day, and we're in Ireland. I reckon a lot of people will be dressed as leprechauns."
"You may parade about in your green frippery," said Draco, removing his own jaunty hat. "I refuse to do it." He tossed the hat onto the bed for good measure.
"That's unfortunate," mused Harry. He tapped his walking stick against his thigh a few times before wrapping both hands around it and smoothing one palm up and down the shaft.
"What are you doing with that shillelagh?" Draco asked. His eyes were avidly following the up and down motion of Harry's hand.
"I was going to practice giving you a hand job," said Harry, "but now I believe I'll save my efforts for a wank instead."
"But, I love hand jobs," Draco pouted.
"And, I love leprechauns," smirked Harry.
"Are you suggesting I prostitute myself for a hand job?!"
Harry laughed out loud. "Draco, no one is going to care how you're dressed," he said. "Leave your leprechaun costume on. We'll go out, visit a few pubs, quaff some green drinks and dance a jig or two. If you humor me, I guarantee you'll get lucky once we return to our hotel."
Draco's eyes brightened with interest, but he refused to be cajoled so easily out of his sulk. "If I want to get lucky, I can always drink some Felix Felicis."
"Felix Felicis may win you a pot of leprechaun gold," said Harry, "but it won't necessarily get your shillelagh polished."
"I could pay someone to polish my shillelagh," Draco pointed out.
Harry jabbed his boyfriend in the shoulder with the shillelagh he was holding. "Do stop being such an obstinate prat," he said. "Put your hat back on, and let's go have some fun."
♣♣♣
Several pubs and many green drinks later, Harry and Draco wove their unsteady way along the pavement in the direction of their hotel. Harry was leaning on his shillelagh while Draco leaned on him and sang off-key.
"There was green hippogriffs and long-necked geese
Some humpty backed Nifflers and a chimp-chimpansy!"
Harry giggled. "Tha's chimpanzee," he said. He nodded for emphasis and stumbled into a wall.
Draco fell against Harry and fumbled for the walking stick his boyfriend still carried. "Here, gimme the shillelagh."
Harry laughed again. "You can say shilly-ay, but you can't say chimpanzee?"
"Shush, you," grumbled Draco, making another grab for the walking stick. "Been wanting to get my hands on your shillelagh all night."
There was an offended harumph from behind them, and Harry and Draco turned to see a matronly woman scowling at them. "Deplorable," she sniffed.
Harry quailed beneath her disapproving glare, but Draco drew himself up to his full height and looked down his nose at the woman. "Madam," he said stiffly, "we are out and proud to be Gaelic."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 580
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♣ Birthday gift for kittyhelix, who asked for leprechauns.
♣ hd_seasons St Patrick's Day Challenge, using the following prompts: Felix Felicis, Leprechaun gold, Niffler, a green drink
♣ hd_seasons March prompt - "I don't care what day it is, I'm not going out in public dressed like this."
♣ harrylovesdraco Challenge #3 - "What are you doing/going to do with that shillelagh?"
♣ hd_fluff Prompt #68 - Ireland
Summary: Draco is fascinated by Harry's shillelagh.
"I don't care what day it is, I'm not going out in public dressed like this."
Harry glanced up from adjusting the brim of his top hat. He let his eyes travel up and down his boyfriend's frame. Twice. "What are you worried about?" asked Harry. "You look good in anything."
"I am not leaving our hotel dressed as a goblin!" cried Draco, stamping one buckled shoe for good measure. Both of them were wearing green vests, breeches and overcoats with white shirts and hose. They wore polished black shoes with shiny gold buckles, while dapper green top hats completed their ensembles.
"We're dressed as leprechauns, love," Harry said. "What's the harm in it? It's St Patrick's Day, and we're in Ireland. I reckon a lot of people will be dressed as leprechauns."
"You may parade about in your green frippery," said Draco, removing his own jaunty hat. "I refuse to do it." He tossed the hat onto the bed for good measure.
"That's unfortunate," mused Harry. He tapped his walking stick against his thigh a few times before wrapping both hands around it and smoothing one palm up and down the shaft.
"What are you doing with that shillelagh?" Draco asked. His eyes were avidly following the up and down motion of Harry's hand.
"I was going to practice giving you a hand job," said Harry, "but now I believe I'll save my efforts for a wank instead."
"But, I love hand jobs," Draco pouted.
"And, I love leprechauns," smirked Harry.
"Are you suggesting I prostitute myself for a hand job?!"
Harry laughed out loud. "Draco, no one is going to care how you're dressed," he said. "Leave your leprechaun costume on. We'll go out, visit a few pubs, quaff some green drinks and dance a jig or two. If you humor me, I guarantee you'll get lucky once we return to our hotel."
Draco's eyes brightened with interest, but he refused to be cajoled so easily out of his sulk. "If I want to get lucky, I can always drink some Felix Felicis."
"Felix Felicis may win you a pot of leprechaun gold," said Harry, "but it won't necessarily get your shillelagh polished."
"I could pay someone to polish my shillelagh," Draco pointed out.
Harry jabbed his boyfriend in the shoulder with the shillelagh he was holding. "Do stop being such an obstinate prat," he said. "Put your hat back on, and let's go have some fun."
♣♣♣
Several pubs and many green drinks later, Harry and Draco wove their unsteady way along the pavement in the direction of their hotel. Harry was leaning on his shillelagh while Draco leaned on him and sang off-key.
"There was green hippogriffs and long-necked geese
Some humpty backed Nifflers and a chimp-chimpansy!"
Harry giggled. "Tha's chimpanzee," he said. He nodded for emphasis and stumbled into a wall.
Draco fell against Harry and fumbled for the walking stick his boyfriend still carried. "Here, gimme the shillelagh."
Harry laughed again. "You can say shilly-ay, but you can't say chimpanzee?"
"Shush, you," grumbled Draco, making another grab for the walking stick. "Been wanting to get my hands on your shillelagh all night."
There was an offended harumph from behind them, and Harry and Draco turned to see a matronly woman scowling at them. "Deplorable," she sniffed.
Harry quailed beneath her disapproving glare, but Draco drew himself up to his full height and looked down his nose at the woman. "Madam," he said stiffly, "we are out and proud to be Gaelic."