Game of Fetch
Title: Game of Fetch
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Creature fic
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hp_creatures April prompt - research
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 288 - tremble
Author's note: This loosely follows Luna's Mooncalf
Summary: Harry tests Luna's theory about werewolves and rubber ducks.
On the next full moon, Harry resolved to test Luna's theory that werewolves were compelled to chase after rubber ducks. He had to skip dinner with Hermione and Ron, but Hermione forgave him when he said he wished to conduct some research.
Harry Apparated to the edge of Witches' Wood, reputed to be the home of werewolves. He hunkered down in the gnarled roots of a large, old oak. Harry drew his wand, just in case, while he nervously jiggled a rubber duck in his left hand.
He didn't realize he'd dozed off until he woke with a start. There was a rustle in the undergrowth, coming closer and closer. Harry steeled himself for whatever was about to appear on the path in front of him.
He was wholly unprepared when Draco Malfoy stepped out of the brush.
Harry might have remained hidden, had he not sucked in a startled breath.
Malfoy pivoted to face him. He tilted his head and peered into Harry's hiding place. "Potter? What are you doing here?"
Harry cleared his throat before responding. "I could ask you the same."
Malfoy stepped into a shaft of moonlight. The pale illumination made his hair appear nearly white, while his eyes almost seemed to glow. "What do you reckon I'm doing here?" he asked.
"Searching for ingredients for potions?" Harry guessed.
Malfoy smirked, and his teeth seemed unnaturally large in the silvery light. "Wrong, Potter," he said. "I'm searching for prey." His body changed rapidly, clothes tearing and fur sprouting. Malfoy threw his head back and howled.
Harry stood up, and he shifted his grip on the rubber duck, hoping he wouldn't tremble and make a poor throw.
Malfoy's tongue lolled out, and he took a menacing step nearer.
Harry squeezed the rubber duck. Quack quack!
Malfoy halted and cocked his head. His furry ears twitched.
Harry squeezed the duck again, then drew his arm back and threw it as hard as he could.
Malfoy whirled on his hind paws and darted after it.
"Fuck me," Harry breathed. He didn't wait around to see if Malfoy would bring the duck back in a macabre game of fetch. He spun in place and Disapparated.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Creature fic
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hp_creatures April prompt - research
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 288 - tremble
Author's note: This loosely follows Luna's Mooncalf
Summary: Harry tests Luna's theory about werewolves and rubber ducks.
On the next full moon, Harry resolved to test Luna's theory that werewolves were compelled to chase after rubber ducks. He had to skip dinner with Hermione and Ron, but Hermione forgave him when he said he wished to conduct some research.
Harry Apparated to the edge of Witches' Wood, reputed to be the home of werewolves. He hunkered down in the gnarled roots of a large, old oak. Harry drew his wand, just in case, while he nervously jiggled a rubber duck in his left hand.
He didn't realize he'd dozed off until he woke with a start. There was a rustle in the undergrowth, coming closer and closer. Harry steeled himself for whatever was about to appear on the path in front of him.
He was wholly unprepared when Draco Malfoy stepped out of the brush.
Harry might have remained hidden, had he not sucked in a startled breath.
Malfoy pivoted to face him. He tilted his head and peered into Harry's hiding place. "Potter? What are you doing here?"
Harry cleared his throat before responding. "I could ask you the same."
Malfoy stepped into a shaft of moonlight. The pale illumination made his hair appear nearly white, while his eyes almost seemed to glow. "What do you reckon I'm doing here?" he asked.
"Searching for ingredients for potions?" Harry guessed.
Malfoy smirked, and his teeth seemed unnaturally large in the silvery light. "Wrong, Potter," he said. "I'm searching for prey." His body changed rapidly, clothes tearing and fur sprouting. Malfoy threw his head back and howled.
Harry stood up, and he shifted his grip on the rubber duck, hoping he wouldn't tremble and make a poor throw.
Malfoy's tongue lolled out, and he took a menacing step nearer.
Harry squeezed the rubber duck. Quack quack!
Malfoy halted and cocked his head. His furry ears twitched.
Harry squeezed the duck again, then drew his arm back and threw it as hard as he could.
Malfoy whirled on his hind paws and darted after it.
"Fuck me," Harry breathed. He didn't wait around to see if Malfoy would bring the duck back in a macabre game of fetch. He spun in place and Disapparated.