Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge No. 135
The weather has been more Spring-like, with cool, sunny, breezy days. Trees are blooming, flowers are blossoming, and calves are cavorting in the fields.
This month's JMDC prompt is watching the clock. Use it any way you wish, either as a phrase or just as a general concept. You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until May 31 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Harry's Pointy Friend
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Dursleys, Dobby
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 980
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 135 - watching the clock
♦ Gift for JMDC No. 134 winner bleedingangel84, who asked for more of Harry's Friend, with a prompt of Dobby
Summary: Harry asks Dobby to take him to see Draco.
"I expect all of this to be done by the time we return home," said Aunt Petunia.
Harry stared in dismay at the array of silver laid out on the table, along with rags and silver polish. He stifled a sigh and simply nodded. Harry wasn't sure if Petunia cared about the silver being polished, or if she meant to keep him too busy to have any fun while the Dursley's were gone.
Dudley shoved Harry on the way by, snickering aloud as he followed his parents out of the house. Harry waited until he heard their car leave before he slumped down at the table and listlessly began polishing the silver. He'd been hoping to watch some telly while they were gone. Now it was for certain he wouldn't have time to do anything fun. In fact, Harry doubted he'd have time to finish polishing the silver. That meant he'd probably go without dinner again this evening.
Harry paused with a spoon in one hand and a rag in the other. Hadn't he wished for an hour or so alone in the house, so that he could try to call Dobby? Heart pounding with excitement, Harry tried it.
"Dobby!"
"You is needing something, Master Harry Potter, sir?"
Harry nearly tumbled off of his chair in fright when the strange little creature appeared with a faint popping noise.
"Dobby, you-you're here!"
"You is calling me, Harry Potter."
"Yes, but...how do you do that?" Harry cried.
Dobby cocked his head, causing his large ears to flap. "Magic, sir," he replied. "You is knowing that."
"There's no such thing as magic," Harry said in his bravest voice.
Impossible as it seemed, Dobby's big eyes grew even bigger. "No such thing as magic?" he squeaked. "You is teasing Dobby, sir?"
"Can you teach me magic?" asked Harry. He glanced at the silver. "Oh, well, it will have to wait," he said, voice growing sullen. "I need to finish my chores." Harry picked up another spoon and began to polish it.
"Why is the great Harry Potter polishing silver?" cried Dobby. "You is no house-elf, sir." He snapped his fingers, and each piece of silver on the table gleamed with a bright sheen.
"Wow!" gasped Harry, marveling at this feat. "Thank you, Dobby!"
"You is thanking me, sir? Dobby is not worthy!"
Harry yelped when the little elf flung itself at his feet and clung to his legs. "Let go, Dobby," he hissed. "I was letting you know how much I appreciate that you did such a good job of polishing the silver."
Dobby stood up and blew his nose with the edge of the stained garment he was wearing. "It is an honor to serve you, sir," he said, then blew his nose again.
"What is Draco doing today?" Harry asked. He wondered if his friend could come over and play until the Dursleys got back.
"Dobby can take you to him, sir."
"You can?!" gasped Harry. "Oh, but I need to come back here in an hour."
"Dobby will be watching the clock for you, sir," said the elf. He reached out and snagged Harry's sleeve.
Harry felt a moment of disorientation, and then he found himself in Draco's bedroom.
"Harry!"
Harry turned to see Draco playing with several colorful dragon toys. "Hello, Draco," he greeted. "I asked Dobby to bring me here to play. Is that okay?"
"It's fantastic," said Draco. "Dobby! Fetch us some refreshments."
Dobby bowed and disappeared once more. Harry was about to ask about Dobby's abilities, but Draco distracted him.
"Come sit over here," Draco said. "We can have dragon duels."
Harry dashed over and plopped onto the floor next to his friend.
"What color do you want to be?" Draco asked politely.
Harry looked at the dragons. "Red," he decided.
Draco nodded. "I'll be green," he said. "Rawr!" he cried, swooping one of his green dragons at Harry's red one.
Harry laughed and snatched his dragon out of harm's way. They played like that until Dobby reappeared with a tray of sandwiches and biscuits, along with a pitcher of lemonade.
"Let's eat," said Draco, setting his dragon down in favor of pouring lemonade.
Harry was hungry, but he minded his manners. He selected only one sandwich and ate it slowly. It was much more wonderful than anything Aunt Petunia made. He washed it down with half a glass of lemonade. Harry eyed the tray, but he didn't want to take another sandwich unless Draco did.
"Have another," Draco invited. He chose a spiced biscuit. "You're too skinny," he observed. "Your knees are all knobby."
"Are not," grumped Harry, picking up another sandwich.
"Are too," Draco countered.
Harry found it all quite funny, and he laughed. Once his hunger was satisfied, he and Draco resumed playing.
Dobby returned some time later and tugged nervously on one of his ears. "I is sorry, Master Harry," he said, "but it is being time for you to go back."
"Do you have to?" whined Draco.
Harry sighed and nodded. "I don't want to get into trouble," he said.
"Okay," said Draco, echoing Harry's disappointed sigh. "Here," he added, handing the red dragon to Harry. "You can take this one home to play with."
"Thank-thank you," stammered Harry, unused to such largesse. "I don't...I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to give to you."
Draco waved him off. "That's okay," he said. "It was fun, having you here. Can you come play tomorrow, too?"
"Probably not," Harry replied. "I'll be back soon, I hope."
"Take the rest of the biscuits with you, knobby knees," said Draco, scooping them up in a serviette and giving the bundle to Harry.
"Okay, thanks, pointy chin," Harry said, giggling at his joke.
"I do not have a pointy chin," Draco sniffed.
"Do too," said Harry. As Dobby whisked him away, he thought he heard Draco respond, "Do not!"
Harry's Bored Friend
This month's JMDC prompt is watching the clock. Use it any way you wish, either as a phrase or just as a general concept. You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until May 31 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Harry's Pointy Friend
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Dursleys, Dobby
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 980
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 135 - watching the clock
♦ Gift for JMDC No. 134 winner bleedingangel84, who asked for more of Harry's Friend, with a prompt of Dobby
Summary: Harry asks Dobby to take him to see Draco.
"I expect all of this to be done by the time we return home," said Aunt Petunia.
Harry stared in dismay at the array of silver laid out on the table, along with rags and silver polish. He stifled a sigh and simply nodded. Harry wasn't sure if Petunia cared about the silver being polished, or if she meant to keep him too busy to have any fun while the Dursley's were gone.
Dudley shoved Harry on the way by, snickering aloud as he followed his parents out of the house. Harry waited until he heard their car leave before he slumped down at the table and listlessly began polishing the silver. He'd been hoping to watch some telly while they were gone. Now it was for certain he wouldn't have time to do anything fun. In fact, Harry doubted he'd have time to finish polishing the silver. That meant he'd probably go without dinner again this evening.
Harry paused with a spoon in one hand and a rag in the other. Hadn't he wished for an hour or so alone in the house, so that he could try to call Dobby? Heart pounding with excitement, Harry tried it.
"Dobby!"
"You is needing something, Master Harry Potter, sir?"
Harry nearly tumbled off of his chair in fright when the strange little creature appeared with a faint popping noise.
"Dobby, you-you're here!"
"You is calling me, Harry Potter."
"Yes, but...how do you do that?" Harry cried.
Dobby cocked his head, causing his large ears to flap. "Magic, sir," he replied. "You is knowing that."
"There's no such thing as magic," Harry said in his bravest voice.
Impossible as it seemed, Dobby's big eyes grew even bigger. "No such thing as magic?" he squeaked. "You is teasing Dobby, sir?"
"Can you teach me magic?" asked Harry. He glanced at the silver. "Oh, well, it will have to wait," he said, voice growing sullen. "I need to finish my chores." Harry picked up another spoon and began to polish it.
"Why is the great Harry Potter polishing silver?" cried Dobby. "You is no house-elf, sir." He snapped his fingers, and each piece of silver on the table gleamed with a bright sheen.
"Wow!" gasped Harry, marveling at this feat. "Thank you, Dobby!"
"You is thanking me, sir? Dobby is not worthy!"
Harry yelped when the little elf flung itself at his feet and clung to his legs. "Let go, Dobby," he hissed. "I was letting you know how much I appreciate that you did such a good job of polishing the silver."
Dobby stood up and blew his nose with the edge of the stained garment he was wearing. "It is an honor to serve you, sir," he said, then blew his nose again.
"What is Draco doing today?" Harry asked. He wondered if his friend could come over and play until the Dursleys got back.
"Dobby can take you to him, sir."
"You can?!" gasped Harry. "Oh, but I need to come back here in an hour."
"Dobby will be watching the clock for you, sir," said the elf. He reached out and snagged Harry's sleeve.
Harry felt a moment of disorientation, and then he found himself in Draco's bedroom.
"Harry!"
Harry turned to see Draco playing with several colorful dragon toys. "Hello, Draco," he greeted. "I asked Dobby to bring me here to play. Is that okay?"
"It's fantastic," said Draco. "Dobby! Fetch us some refreshments."
Dobby bowed and disappeared once more. Harry was about to ask about Dobby's abilities, but Draco distracted him.
"Come sit over here," Draco said. "We can have dragon duels."
Harry dashed over and plopped onto the floor next to his friend.
"What color do you want to be?" Draco asked politely.
Harry looked at the dragons. "Red," he decided.
Draco nodded. "I'll be green," he said. "Rawr!" he cried, swooping one of his green dragons at Harry's red one.
Harry laughed and snatched his dragon out of harm's way. They played like that until Dobby reappeared with a tray of sandwiches and biscuits, along with a pitcher of lemonade.
"Let's eat," said Draco, setting his dragon down in favor of pouring lemonade.
Harry was hungry, but he minded his manners. He selected only one sandwich and ate it slowly. It was much more wonderful than anything Aunt Petunia made. He washed it down with half a glass of lemonade. Harry eyed the tray, but he didn't want to take another sandwich unless Draco did.
"Have another," Draco invited. He chose a spiced biscuit. "You're too skinny," he observed. "Your knees are all knobby."
"Are not," grumped Harry, picking up another sandwich.
"Are too," Draco countered.
Harry found it all quite funny, and he laughed. Once his hunger was satisfied, he and Draco resumed playing.
Dobby returned some time later and tugged nervously on one of his ears. "I is sorry, Master Harry," he said, "but it is being time for you to go back."
"Do you have to?" whined Draco.
Harry sighed and nodded. "I don't want to get into trouble," he said.
"Okay," said Draco, echoing Harry's disappointed sigh. "Here," he added, handing the red dragon to Harry. "You can take this one home to play with."
"Thank-thank you," stammered Harry, unused to such largesse. "I don't...I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to give to you."
Draco waved him off. "That's okay," he said. "It was fun, having you here. Can you come play tomorrow, too?"
"Probably not," Harry replied. "I'll be back soon, I hope."
"Take the rest of the biscuits with you, knobby knees," said Draco, scooping them up in a serviette and giving the bundle to Harry.
"Okay, thanks, pointy chin," Harry said, giggling at his joke.
"I do not have a pointy chin," Draco sniffed.
"Do too," said Harry. As Dobby whisked him away, he thought he heard Draco respond, "Do not!"
Harry's Bored Friend