Bat Bunt
Title: Bat Bunt
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Pre-slash, minor violence
Word count: 685
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 facecat, with the prompt "Too damn hot.".
♦ hp_creatures current prompt of hair, Nairobi
Author's note: Part of my Reducto arc.
Summary: If anyone gets to bugger Malfoy, it's going to be Harry.
Harry swiped a sleeve across his damp brow, then blew a breath upwards, ruffling his equally damp hair. "It's too damn hot," he complained.
"That is because it's Africa, Potter."
Harry and his partner, Malfoy, had Portkeyed to Nairobi, and they were currently hunkered down outside of a small village in Tanzania. "I can't believe Dawlish sent us to Africa," Harry grumbled. He winced as soon as the words were out of his mouth, convinced that Malfoy would launch into another tirade about how Dawlish secretly wanted to kill them.
"He sent us here as punishment, because you destroyed the Basan using that thrice-damned Reducto spell again," snapped Malfoy.
Harry exhaled on a sigh of relief.
"And, because he wants to kill us," Malfoy muttered.
Harry rolled his eyes, grateful his partner couldn't see his expression in the darkness.
"Potter, I can hear your eyes rolling from over here."
"No, you can't."
"Ah-ha! You didn't deny rolling your eyes!"
Harry frowned. Busted. "Malfoy, you must admit that your notion of Dawlish wanting to exterminate us is rather ridiculous."
"I admit nothing," Malfoy countered. "Why don't you admit that our boss would like to rid himself of us?"
Harry wanted to argue the point further, but he realized the futility in such an endeavor. Malfoy clearly had his mind made up, and nothing Harry could say would change things. Instead, Harry changed the subject.
"Tell me about this papabower we're supposed to be capturing."
"It's called a Popobawa," Malfoy said.
Harry swore he could hear Malfoy's eyes rolling this time.
"It's said to be a demon," Malfoy continued. "Normal by day, but at night, it turns into a winged monstrosity with a single, Cyclopian eye. According to folklore, it buggers its victims in the dead of night."
"You're taking the piss!"
"I'm being completely honest, and honestly, Potter, if you read the dossier, you'd already know this."
"I had better things to do," Harry muttered.
"Such as?"
Such as ogling your fine arse and fantasizing about sh-
"Sh!" hissed Malfoy. "I thought I heard something."
Harry ignored his swelling cock in favor of cocking his head to the side to listen. There! A faint, scrabbling footstep. Harry drew his wand, knowing full well that Malfoy was doing the same.
During the daylight, they had used magic to cobble together a fake, thatched hut on the outskirts of the village, hoping it would lure the Popobawa.
"I'll go around the hut to the right," Harry whispered. "You go left, and we'll see if we can get the drop on it."
"Okay," Malfoy agreed. He left Harry with a final warning. "Do not, under pain of Crucio, cast a Reducto spell, no matter what happens."
"Yeah, yeah," Harry said, waving off his partner's concerns. He turned and began sneaking towards the hut. Maybe meeting the Popobawa wouldn't be such a bad thing. Harry hadn't been getting any action in the sack lately, and a good buggering might just-
A startled yell and an enraged shriek derailed Harry's lustful thoughts. He broke into a run, sprinting around the corner of the hut. At first, all Harry saw was a large, dark creature with flailing wings.
"Malfoy!" Harry yelled.
"Get it off of me, Potter!"
Harry aimed his wand and hesitated; he didn't want to accidentally hex his partner. "Use your wand!" Harry cried.
"I dropped it, you berk!"
Harry took careful aim and launched an Incarcerous. Unfortunately, the spell did nothing more than disable one of the demon's wings and anger it further.
"Potter!"
Harry clenched his jaw in fierce determination. If anyone was going to bugger Malfoy, it was going to be him.
"POTTER!"
"REDUCTO!"
...
"Potter."
Harry cringed at the malice in that harsh whisper.
"Ahem. Alright there, Malfoy?"
"I am covered in gore, and I am going to Crucio you."
Harry scuffed one booted foot on the ground. "I panicked, alright?"
"Potter, I am going to return to our hotel to shower in bleach. You will procure a bottle of alcohol, something strong, because I don't want to remember this in the morning."
Harry nodded, even though he doubted Malfoy could see the gesture in the dark.
"And, you are going to confess to Dawlish that you, and you alone, cast Reducto."
"Are you mad?!" cried Harry. "He'll kill me!"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
Wizard Restraint
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Pre-slash, minor violence
Word count: 685
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 facecat, with the prompt "Too damn hot.".
♦ hp_creatures current prompt of hair, Nairobi
Author's note: Part of my Reducto arc.
Summary: If anyone gets to bugger Malfoy, it's going to be Harry.
Harry swiped a sleeve across his damp brow, then blew a breath upwards, ruffling his equally damp hair. "It's too damn hot," he complained.
"That is because it's Africa, Potter."
Harry and his partner, Malfoy, had Portkeyed to Nairobi, and they were currently hunkered down outside of a small village in Tanzania. "I can't believe Dawlish sent us to Africa," Harry grumbled. He winced as soon as the words were out of his mouth, convinced that Malfoy would launch into another tirade about how Dawlish secretly wanted to kill them.
"He sent us here as punishment, because you destroyed the Basan using that thrice-damned Reducto spell again," snapped Malfoy.
Harry exhaled on a sigh of relief.
"And, because he wants to kill us," Malfoy muttered.
Harry rolled his eyes, grateful his partner couldn't see his expression in the darkness.
"Potter, I can hear your eyes rolling from over here."
"No, you can't."
"Ah-ha! You didn't deny rolling your eyes!"
Harry frowned. Busted. "Malfoy, you must admit that your notion of Dawlish wanting to exterminate us is rather ridiculous."
"I admit nothing," Malfoy countered. "Why don't you admit that our boss would like to rid himself of us?"
Harry wanted to argue the point further, but he realized the futility in such an endeavor. Malfoy clearly had his mind made up, and nothing Harry could say would change things. Instead, Harry changed the subject.
"Tell me about this papabower we're supposed to be capturing."
"It's called a Popobawa," Malfoy said.
Harry swore he could hear Malfoy's eyes rolling this time.
"It's said to be a demon," Malfoy continued. "Normal by day, but at night, it turns into a winged monstrosity with a single, Cyclopian eye. According to folklore, it buggers its victims in the dead of night."
"You're taking the piss!"
"I'm being completely honest, and honestly, Potter, if you read the dossier, you'd already know this."
"I had better things to do," Harry muttered.
"Such as?"
Such as ogling your fine arse and fantasizing about sh-
"Sh!" hissed Malfoy. "I thought I heard something."
Harry ignored his swelling cock in favor of cocking his head to the side to listen. There! A faint, scrabbling footstep. Harry drew his wand, knowing full well that Malfoy was doing the same.
During the daylight, they had used magic to cobble together a fake, thatched hut on the outskirts of the village, hoping it would lure the Popobawa.
"I'll go around the hut to the right," Harry whispered. "You go left, and we'll see if we can get the drop on it."
"Okay," Malfoy agreed. He left Harry with a final warning. "Do not, under pain of Crucio, cast a Reducto spell, no matter what happens."
"Yeah, yeah," Harry said, waving off his partner's concerns. He turned and began sneaking towards the hut. Maybe meeting the Popobawa wouldn't be such a bad thing. Harry hadn't been getting any action in the sack lately, and a good buggering might just-
A startled yell and an enraged shriek derailed Harry's lustful thoughts. He broke into a run, sprinting around the corner of the hut. At first, all Harry saw was a large, dark creature with flailing wings.
"Malfoy!" Harry yelled.
"Get it off of me, Potter!"
Harry aimed his wand and hesitated; he didn't want to accidentally hex his partner. "Use your wand!" Harry cried.
"I dropped it, you berk!"
Harry took careful aim and launched an Incarcerous. Unfortunately, the spell did nothing more than disable one of the demon's wings and anger it further.
"Potter!"
Harry clenched his jaw in fierce determination. If anyone was going to bugger Malfoy, it was going to be him.
"POTTER!"
"REDUCTO!"
...
"Potter."
Harry cringed at the malice in that harsh whisper.
"Ahem. Alright there, Malfoy?"
"I am covered in gore, and I am going to Crucio you."
Harry scuffed one booted foot on the ground. "I panicked, alright?"
"Potter, I am going to return to our hotel to shower in bleach. You will procure a bottle of alcohol, something strong, because I don't want to remember this in the morning."
Harry nodded, even though he doubted Malfoy could see the gesture in the dark.
"And, you are going to confess to Dawlish that you, and you alone, cast Reducto."
"Are you mad?!" cried Harry. "He'll kill me!"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
Wizard Restraint