Virago 2
Title: Virago 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Hermione, OCs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Flangst
Word count: 1020
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for tarajw, who asked for a sequel to last year's Virago. In this case, it would be helpful to read that one first.
Summary: Harry is in more trouble than he realized.
Harry's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before he stammered, "D-disturbance of the peace?"
"That's right," said one of the officers. "Someone called and reported the sounds of a fight from this room."
"A fight?" babbled Harry. "Ha ha, that's absurd."
"Before you say anything more, allow me to point out that your face looks like it came out on the wrong end of a rugby scrum," said the other officer. He was scowling at Harry, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Harry winced and resisted the urge to reach up and touch his throbbing face. Draco had pummeled him but good. Harry cleared his throat. "Very well," he said, "I admit that my, er, my boyfriend and I got into a rather volatile argument, but I have no intentions of pressing charges." He didn't mention that Draco was actually his husband, fearing that the officers would frown even more on a marital dispute.
"Where is your boyfriend now, sir?" asked Officer One, trying to peer past Harry into the room beyond.
"He left," Harry replied. Inwardly, he was cursing his rotten luck.
"That's odd," said Officer Two. "The person who called in the dispute stated that no one entered or exited this room after the first sound of fighting was heard."
Shit
Draco had Disapparated with Harry's wand, leaving him to find his own way home. Harry had considered it an appropriate punishment, but now he felt the first faint stirrings of panic.
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to step aside and allow us to search the room."
Shit, shit, shit
"Of course," said Harry, moving back and gesturing for the officers to enter. He inwardly cringed. The chair Harry had been sitting in was overturned, the plaster was cracked where Draco had tackled him into the wall, and Draco had left one of his expensive leather shoes behind. Unfortunately, since he hadn't left Harry with a wand, Harry was unable to Obliviate the officers and Disapparate.
One of the officers broke away to inspect the bathroom, while the other nudged Draco's shoe with his foot. "Whom does this belong to?"
"It's mine," Harry said without thinking.
"Indeed?" scoffed the officer. "It doesn't appear as if this shoe would fit you."
"Oh, er, that one must belong to my hus-to my boyfriend," Harry amended hastily.
"Your boyfriend left without one of his shoes?"
Harry began to sweat. He could sense he was in trouble and getting deeper with each passing moment. "He was wearing another pair when he left," said Harry.
"Where's the shoe that matches this one?"
"In his luggage, I imagine," snapped Harry.
The officer's brows rose skeptically. His partner returned to the main room. "There's no sign of anyone else in here," he said. As one, both officers turned to look at the doors to the hotel room's balcony.
"I can assure you, he didn't leave that way," Harry muttered.
"Not by choice, surely," said Officer One.
Harry's mouth fell open. "Are you mad?!" he cried. "Are you suggesting I pushed him over the balcony? Look at me! I'm the one who got beaten!"
"All the more reason to push your abuser off the balcony," commented Officer Two.
"My husband doesn't abuse me!"
"Husband?" pounced Officer One. "I thought you said he was your boyfriend."
Harry wondered if he could Disapparate without a wand.
Officer Two pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. "You're coming with us, mate."
~*~
"Hermione, thank god you're here."
"Harry, what happened?!" Hermione exclaimed as soon as she saw her friend. Harry had called her at four o'clock in the morning and said only that he needed her to come to a police station in London to get him. She had been vexed, wondering what sort of trouble he'd gotten into, but now she was concerned as she beheld his face. Harry had a black eye, a split lip, and a bruise on his jaw.
Harry's eyes dropped to the floor, and he mumbled a reply.
"I'm sorry?" prompted Hermione.
Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I played a rather rotten trick on Draco, and he expressed his displeasure with his fists," he said. "He then took my wand and Disapparated. In the meantime, someone apparently called the police to complain, and they grew suspicious when I couldn't account for my husband's whereabouts. They became very suspicious when I made the mistake of referring to Draco as both my boyfriend and my husband. They were convinced my husband had caught me in a hotel room with my boyfriend, beat me up in a jealous rage, and hauled my boyfriend off to murder him or some such. Don't you dare laugh," Harry ended, glaring at his friend.
Hermione covered her grin with her hand. "I'm sorry, Harry," she said, "but you must admit how absurd that all sounds. Where is Draco now?"
"I imagine the bloody, buggering git is safely at home," snorted Harry. "I need to get home, too, if only to make certain he hasn't thrown me out of the house."
Hermione stood up. "Come on, Harry," she said. "I'll take you home. The rest is up to you."
~*~
Hermione had Apparated Harry to his house. He thanked her and cautiously opened the front door. When nothing dire happened, Harry stepped inside and hesitated. The house was quiet, which he found disturbing. Draco hadn't left him, had he? Harry's stomach churned at the possibility. He'd had plenty of time to think between being interrogated by the police and waiting for Hermione to come to his rescue, and he realized that the trick he'd played on his husband had been unnecessarily cruel. Harry knew he owed Draco an explanation and an apology--several, really--and he hoped to be able to deliver it.
"Draco?" Harry called out, voice tentative.
A moment later, Draco strode into the foyer and stood glaring at Harry for a full minute before demanding, "Where the hell have you been all night?"
~tbc~
I have another request for this storyline, so look for a sequel/finale soonish.
Virago 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Hermione, OCs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Flangst
Word count: 1020
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for tarajw, who asked for a sequel to last year's Virago. In this case, it would be helpful to read that one first.
Summary: Harry is in more trouble than he realized.
Harry's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before he stammered, "D-disturbance of the peace?"
"That's right," said one of the officers. "Someone called and reported the sounds of a fight from this room."
"A fight?" babbled Harry. "Ha ha, that's absurd."
"Before you say anything more, allow me to point out that your face looks like it came out on the wrong end of a rugby scrum," said the other officer. He was scowling at Harry, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Harry winced and resisted the urge to reach up and touch his throbbing face. Draco had pummeled him but good. Harry cleared his throat. "Very well," he said, "I admit that my, er, my boyfriend and I got into a rather volatile argument, but I have no intentions of pressing charges." He didn't mention that Draco was actually his husband, fearing that the officers would frown even more on a marital dispute.
"Where is your boyfriend now, sir?" asked Officer One, trying to peer past Harry into the room beyond.
"He left," Harry replied. Inwardly, he was cursing his rotten luck.
"That's odd," said Officer Two. "The person who called in the dispute stated that no one entered or exited this room after the first sound of fighting was heard."
Shit
Draco had Disapparated with Harry's wand, leaving him to find his own way home. Harry had considered it an appropriate punishment, but now he felt the first faint stirrings of panic.
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to step aside and allow us to search the room."
Shit, shit, shit
"Of course," said Harry, moving back and gesturing for the officers to enter. He inwardly cringed. The chair Harry had been sitting in was overturned, the plaster was cracked where Draco had tackled him into the wall, and Draco had left one of his expensive leather shoes behind. Unfortunately, since he hadn't left Harry with a wand, Harry was unable to Obliviate the officers and Disapparate.
One of the officers broke away to inspect the bathroom, while the other nudged Draco's shoe with his foot. "Whom does this belong to?"
"It's mine," Harry said without thinking.
"Indeed?" scoffed the officer. "It doesn't appear as if this shoe would fit you."
"Oh, er, that one must belong to my hus-to my boyfriend," Harry amended hastily.
"Your boyfriend left without one of his shoes?"
Harry began to sweat. He could sense he was in trouble and getting deeper with each passing moment. "He was wearing another pair when he left," said Harry.
"Where's the shoe that matches this one?"
"In his luggage, I imagine," snapped Harry.
The officer's brows rose skeptically. His partner returned to the main room. "There's no sign of anyone else in here," he said. As one, both officers turned to look at the doors to the hotel room's balcony.
"I can assure you, he didn't leave that way," Harry muttered.
"Not by choice, surely," said Officer One.
Harry's mouth fell open. "Are you mad?!" he cried. "Are you suggesting I pushed him over the balcony? Look at me! I'm the one who got beaten!"
"All the more reason to push your abuser off the balcony," commented Officer Two.
"My husband doesn't abuse me!"
"Husband?" pounced Officer One. "I thought you said he was your boyfriend."
Harry wondered if he could Disapparate without a wand.
Officer Two pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. "You're coming with us, mate."
~*~
"Hermione, thank god you're here."
"Harry, what happened?!" Hermione exclaimed as soon as she saw her friend. Harry had called her at four o'clock in the morning and said only that he needed her to come to a police station in London to get him. She had been vexed, wondering what sort of trouble he'd gotten into, but now she was concerned as she beheld his face. Harry had a black eye, a split lip, and a bruise on his jaw.
Harry's eyes dropped to the floor, and he mumbled a reply.
"I'm sorry?" prompted Hermione.
Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I played a rather rotten trick on Draco, and he expressed his displeasure with his fists," he said. "He then took my wand and Disapparated. In the meantime, someone apparently called the police to complain, and they grew suspicious when I couldn't account for my husband's whereabouts. They became very suspicious when I made the mistake of referring to Draco as both my boyfriend and my husband. They were convinced my husband had caught me in a hotel room with my boyfriend, beat me up in a jealous rage, and hauled my boyfriend off to murder him or some such. Don't you dare laugh," Harry ended, glaring at his friend.
Hermione covered her grin with her hand. "I'm sorry, Harry," she said, "but you must admit how absurd that all sounds. Where is Draco now?"
"I imagine the bloody, buggering git is safely at home," snorted Harry. "I need to get home, too, if only to make certain he hasn't thrown me out of the house."
Hermione stood up. "Come on, Harry," she said. "I'll take you home. The rest is up to you."
~*~
Hermione had Apparated Harry to his house. He thanked her and cautiously opened the front door. When nothing dire happened, Harry stepped inside and hesitated. The house was quiet, which he found disturbing. Draco hadn't left him, had he? Harry's stomach churned at the possibility. He'd had plenty of time to think between being interrogated by the police and waiting for Hermione to come to his rescue, and he realized that the trick he'd played on his husband had been unnecessarily cruel. Harry knew he owed Draco an explanation and an apology--several, really--and he hoped to be able to deliver it.
"Draco?" Harry called out, voice tentative.
A moment later, Draco strode into the foyer and stood glaring at Harry for a full minute before demanding, "Where the hell have you been all night?"
~tbc~
I have another request for this storyline, so look for a sequel/finale soonish.
Virago 3