Sh is for Shriek
Title: Sh is for Shriek
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry, Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 250
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: capitu
Summary: A change of plans. Follows P is for Pervert
Harry rushed into the kitchen and let loose a shriek of dismay.
"Bloody hell, Basil! I'm going to make a hat out of your hide, just see if I don't, you filthy little beggar!"
Basil wagged his stump tail and continued gnawing on the roast he'd liberated from the top of the stove.
"Problems, Potter?" drawled Malfoy. He was lounging at ease in the doorway to the kitchen, glass of wine held loosely in one hand, while a smirk tugged at one side of his mouth.
Harry took two deep breaths and consciously unclenched his fists. He was itching to throttle his dog, but Malfoy didn't need to know that. Harry turned to look at his guest. "It would appear that dinner is going to be delayed," he said, voice tight with frustration.
"Perhaps we should forget about dinner," said Malfoy. An irritated frown marred his face as he straightened from his indolent slouch.
Harry panicked. "No!" he blurted. "Er, that is, I can't allow you leave hungry. Would you care to go out for dinner? We can try that new French restaurant, Henri's."
Both of Malfoy's eyebrows rose. "Henri's has a waiting list that is weeks, if not months, long. I should know; I've put my own name in and have yet to get a table."
Harry's shoulders slumped in relief. The evening could still be salvaged. "Not to worry, Malfoy," Harry said. "I know the owner."
U is for Useless
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry, Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 250
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: capitu
Summary: A change of plans. Follows P is for Pervert
Harry rushed into the kitchen and let loose a shriek of dismay.
"Bloody hell, Basil! I'm going to make a hat out of your hide, just see if I don't, you filthy little beggar!"
Basil wagged his stump tail and continued gnawing on the roast he'd liberated from the top of the stove.
"Problems, Potter?" drawled Malfoy. He was lounging at ease in the doorway to the kitchen, glass of wine held loosely in one hand, while a smirk tugged at one side of his mouth.
Harry took two deep breaths and consciously unclenched his fists. He was itching to throttle his dog, but Malfoy didn't need to know that. Harry turned to look at his guest. "It would appear that dinner is going to be delayed," he said, voice tight with frustration.
"Perhaps we should forget about dinner," said Malfoy. An irritated frown marred his face as he straightened from his indolent slouch.
Harry panicked. "No!" he blurted. "Er, that is, I can't allow you leave hungry. Would you care to go out for dinner? We can try that new French restaurant, Henri's."
Both of Malfoy's eyebrows rose. "Henri's has a waiting list that is weeks, if not months, long. I should know; I've put my own name in and have yet to get a table."
Harry's shoulders slumped in relief. The evening could still be salvaged. "Not to worry, Malfoy," Harry said. "I know the owner."
U is for Useless