Dove drabble #84; AWDT
Title: Not So Suite
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Pre-slash
Word count: 215
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Dove drabble #84 for nimielle - You should charge for your great advice
♦ awdt prompt of Where's the key?
Summary: Aurors Harry and Draco are on assignment, and it hasn't begun well.
Harry rattled the door. "Our room is locked," he said. He and his Auror partner were staying at a small, Muggle inn to provide security for the Minister, who was on holiday.
"Use your wand," said Draco. "Or have you forgotten how to cast Alohomora?"
"How clever of you, Malfoy," sneered Harry. "You should charge for your great advice. We aren't to use our wands unless strictly necessary," he added. "Or have you forgotten this is a Muggle establishment?"
"Which begs the question of why the Minister would want to stay here, of all places," Draco grumbled.
Harry shrugged. "He enjoys the anonymity," he said. "Now, where's the key to our room?"
Draco patted his pockets and came up with an old-fashioned metal key. He handed it to Harry and turned away to study the layout of the second floor of the inn.
Harry inserted the key in the lock and turned it. He opened the door and groaned at the sight that met his eyes.
Draco's attention returned to his partner. "What has your knickers in a knot, Potter?" he drawled.
Harry slumped back against the door frame raked a frustrated hand through his hair. "There's a problem with our room," he said. "They've assigned us the bloody honeymoon suite."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Pre-slash
Word count: 215
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Dove drabble #84 for nimielle - You should charge for your great advice
♦ awdt prompt of Where's the key?
Summary: Aurors Harry and Draco are on assignment, and it hasn't begun well.
Harry rattled the door. "Our room is locked," he said. He and his Auror partner were staying at a small, Muggle inn to provide security for the Minister, who was on holiday.
"Use your wand," said Draco. "Or have you forgotten how to cast Alohomora?"
"How clever of you, Malfoy," sneered Harry. "You should charge for your great advice. We aren't to use our wands unless strictly necessary," he added. "Or have you forgotten this is a Muggle establishment?"
"Which begs the question of why the Minister would want to stay here, of all places," Draco grumbled.
Harry shrugged. "He enjoys the anonymity," he said. "Now, where's the key to our room?"
Draco patted his pockets and came up with an old-fashioned metal key. He handed it to Harry and turned away to study the layout of the second floor of the inn.
Harry inserted the key in the lock and turned it. He opened the door and groaned at the sight that met his eyes.
Draco's attention returned to his partner. "What has your knickers in a knot, Potter?" he drawled.
Harry slumped back against the door frame raked a frustrated hand through his hair. "There's a problem with our room," he said. "They've assigned us the bloody honeymoon suite."