Wizard Restraint
Title: Wizard Restraint
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, omc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Pre-slash, minor violence, animal endangerment
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hp_creatures current prompt of cat, spooky, "Man is the cruelest animal." - Nietzsche
Author's note: Part of my Reducto arc. This one veered slightly dark.
Summary: Aurors are a werewolf's best friends.
"This assignment is beneath our abilities," Malfoy sneered.
Harry couldn't argue the point; he settled for a noncommittal grunt. He supposed there were worse ways to spend the night than by lying next to his partner in the dark, close enough to feel the heat from Malfoy's body. Close enough to reach out and stroke his bu-
"Buggering bollocks," Malfoy grumbled, still in a strop.
"We're fortunate that Dawlish didn't suspend us," said Harry, reining in his lascivious thoughts. "A ridiculous assignment is better than no assignment."
"Says you," Malfoy scoffed. "I'd rather be at home, relaxing on the sofa in front of the fire, with a glass of wine in hand."
"May I join you?"
"Sorry?"
Harry cleared his throat. "I said, it sounds enjoyable."
"Yet, here we are, stuck outside on a cold, spooky night, alongside a manky pond in a Muggle park, waiting to get the drop on the insipid criminal who was foolish enough to steal a werewolf's beloved cat."
Harry frowned in annoyance. "Be fair, Malfoy," he said. "Lavender takes her wolfsbane regularly, and she hasn't gone furry in months. Besides, Tweedles isn't just any cat; she's a Grand Champion something or other."
"Then why wasn't Brown willing to pay the ransom?"
"She couldn't afford the ransom," said Harry. "That's why she contacted the DMLE."
"What if the catnapper is a Muggle?" Malfoy asked.
"We would still need to be involved, because Lavender is a werewolf," Harry pointed out. "She told Dawlish that we either rescue her precious cat, or she was going to hunt down the perpetrator and tear him limb from limb. She meant it, too."
Malfoy winced. "That is why I can't stand werewolves," he muttered.
"Man is the cruelest animal," countered Harry. "Only a spiteful cunt would steal a woman's cat and threaten to harm it."
"May we hex him?"
"No," Harry said firmly. "Well, unless he's a wizard. Dawlish was adamant that we not violate the Statute of Secrecy."
"Was there anything else Dawlish warned us about?"
Harry fought the urge to squirm; he knew what his partner was hinting at. "He told us not to use the Reducto spell," Harry said gruffly.
"No blowing up big, bad Muggles with our nasty hexes?" Malfoy taunted.
It was Harry's turn to wince. "Perish the thought," he muttered. Harry was about to add something when the sound of tires crunching on gravel caught his attention. "Shush," he whispered. "I think this may be our mark."
A car without its headlights on cruised along slowly, coming to a halt at the designated meeting place.
"This is it," said Harry. He stood up and brushed at his trousers. "I'll get the cat and give the bloke the bag of glamoured money. We'll be able to find him easily enough later, with the tracking spell you set on it."
Harry picked up a satchel and strolled towards the car. A man emerged, followed by a plaintive meow from within the car. Harry was relieved to know that Tweedles was still alive.
"You lookin' for some pussy?" the bloke asked with a snigger.
"Yeah," Harry replied.
"Where's the cash?"
Harry hefted the bag, but kept hold of it. "Where's the cat?"
The man reached back into the car, keeping his eyes on Harry, and withdrew a small carrier. The cat inside meowed piteously.
"Toss the bag here," ordered the catnapper. "I'll pick it up, set down the cat, then drive away, and we'll all be happy, yeah?"
"Whatever you say," Harry responded, voice tight with tension. Never mind hexes, he itched to punch the man in the nose. Harry lobbed the satchel over, and it landed at the bloke's feet. "Give me the cat," he said.
The man cackled and heaved the cat carrier out over the pond.
Harry's stomach fell, and he automatically lunged in that direction. The carrier came safely to a halt, well clear of the water, and floated towards Malfoy's position. Harry turned around to deal with the criminal, wanting nothing more than to wring the bastard's neck.
The car door slammed, and tires squealed as the bloke sped away.
Malfoy stepped out of his hiding place and raised his wand. "Reducto!" he bellowed.
A tree shuddered and exploded, the main trunk falling across the hood of the getaway car with a resounding crash.
Silence descended, and Harry held his breath. He released it when he heard a muffled moan coming from the direction of the partially crushed vehicle.
Malfoy walked up to stand next to Harry, cat carrier in one hand, wand in the other. "Are you going to include my use of the Reducto spell in your report?" he asked.
Harry shook his head. "He deserved it."
Mad Sprint
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, omc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Pre-slash, minor violence, animal endangerment
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hp_creatures current prompt of cat, spooky, "Man is the cruelest animal." - Nietzsche
Author's note: Part of my Reducto arc. This one veered slightly dark.
Summary: Aurors are a werewolf's best friends.
"This assignment is beneath our abilities," Malfoy sneered.
Harry couldn't argue the point; he settled for a noncommittal grunt. He supposed there were worse ways to spend the night than by lying next to his partner in the dark, close enough to feel the heat from Malfoy's body. Close enough to reach out and stroke his bu-
"Buggering bollocks," Malfoy grumbled, still in a strop.
"We're fortunate that Dawlish didn't suspend us," said Harry, reining in his lascivious thoughts. "A ridiculous assignment is better than no assignment."
"Says you," Malfoy scoffed. "I'd rather be at home, relaxing on the sofa in front of the fire, with a glass of wine in hand."
"May I join you?"
"Sorry?"
Harry cleared his throat. "I said, it sounds enjoyable."
"Yet, here we are, stuck outside on a cold, spooky night, alongside a manky pond in a Muggle park, waiting to get the drop on the insipid criminal who was foolish enough to steal a werewolf's beloved cat."
Harry frowned in annoyance. "Be fair, Malfoy," he said. "Lavender takes her wolfsbane regularly, and she hasn't gone furry in months. Besides, Tweedles isn't just any cat; she's a Grand Champion something or other."
"Then why wasn't Brown willing to pay the ransom?"
"She couldn't afford the ransom," said Harry. "That's why she contacted the DMLE."
"What if the catnapper is a Muggle?" Malfoy asked.
"We would still need to be involved, because Lavender is a werewolf," Harry pointed out. "She told Dawlish that we either rescue her precious cat, or she was going to hunt down the perpetrator and tear him limb from limb. She meant it, too."
Malfoy winced. "That is why I can't stand werewolves," he muttered.
"Man is the cruelest animal," countered Harry. "Only a spiteful cunt would steal a woman's cat and threaten to harm it."
"May we hex him?"
"No," Harry said firmly. "Well, unless he's a wizard. Dawlish was adamant that we not violate the Statute of Secrecy."
"Was there anything else Dawlish warned us about?"
Harry fought the urge to squirm; he knew what his partner was hinting at. "He told us not to use the Reducto spell," Harry said gruffly.
"No blowing up big, bad Muggles with our nasty hexes?" Malfoy taunted.
It was Harry's turn to wince. "Perish the thought," he muttered. Harry was about to add something when the sound of tires crunching on gravel caught his attention. "Shush," he whispered. "I think this may be our mark."
A car without its headlights on cruised along slowly, coming to a halt at the designated meeting place.
"This is it," said Harry. He stood up and brushed at his trousers. "I'll get the cat and give the bloke the bag of glamoured money. We'll be able to find him easily enough later, with the tracking spell you set on it."
Harry picked up a satchel and strolled towards the car. A man emerged, followed by a plaintive meow from within the car. Harry was relieved to know that Tweedles was still alive.
"You lookin' for some pussy?" the bloke asked with a snigger.
"Yeah," Harry replied.
"Where's the cash?"
Harry hefted the bag, but kept hold of it. "Where's the cat?"
The man reached back into the car, keeping his eyes on Harry, and withdrew a small carrier. The cat inside meowed piteously.
"Toss the bag here," ordered the catnapper. "I'll pick it up, set down the cat, then drive away, and we'll all be happy, yeah?"
"Whatever you say," Harry responded, voice tight with tension. Never mind hexes, he itched to punch the man in the nose. Harry lobbed the satchel over, and it landed at the bloke's feet. "Give me the cat," he said.
The man cackled and heaved the cat carrier out over the pond.
Harry's stomach fell, and he automatically lunged in that direction. The carrier came safely to a halt, well clear of the water, and floated towards Malfoy's position. Harry turned around to deal with the criminal, wanting nothing more than to wring the bastard's neck.
The car door slammed, and tires squealed as the bloke sped away.
Malfoy stepped out of his hiding place and raised his wand. "Reducto!" he bellowed.
A tree shuddered and exploded, the main trunk falling across the hood of the getaway car with a resounding crash.
Silence descended, and Harry held his breath. He released it when he heard a muffled moan coming from the direction of the partially crushed vehicle.
Malfoy walked up to stand next to Harry, cat carrier in one hand, wand in the other. "Are you going to include my use of the Reducto spell in your report?" he asked.
Harry shook his head. "He deserved it."
Mad Sprint