HPGetLucky Fest fic: It's Your Lucky Day
Title: It's Your Lucky Day
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Prompt: Pansy steals Draco's lucky quill. Submitted by digthewriter
Pairing(s)/Characters(s): Draco/Harry, Pansy
Word Count/Art Medium: 1223
Rating: PG13
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *Just some naughty suggestion*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thanks to digthewriter for the fabulous prompt and to adafrog for the beta.
Summary: Someone has stolen Draco's lucky quill and left a ransom note in its place.
Draco sat down behind his desk at the Ministry and took a moment to go through the items in his inbox. Only one message required a response, and he absently reached for his quill. When his fingers encountered nothing, Draco glanced up from the parchment.
His lucky quill was gone.
Draco muttered to himself and stood up to see if he'd somehow knocked the quill onto his desk or the floor. What he saw was a rolled-up parchment in his quill holder. Brow furrowing in confusion, Draco plucked the message free and opened it.
If you wish to see your quill again, get some treacle tart from the cafeteria and meet me in the old Ministry lounge on Level six.
"What the...grr," Draco half-growled in his throat. Damn it, he didn't have time for games. He didn't know who had stolen his lucky quill, but he did know someone was going to pay.
♣♣♣
Draco stepped off the lift and curled his lip. This wing of the Ministry was seldom used, and it had the dust to prove it. He transferred the boxed treacle tart to his left hand and took up his wand with his right. Draco checked the scrap of parchment in his hand and made his way to the lounge indicated in the message. He cautiously opened the door and stepped inside.
There was someone else in the room. The figure turned, and Draco was confronted with a pair of familiar green eyes. Potter. Of course. Who else made Draco's life so difficult? He took a breath, intent on scorching Potter's damned attractive hide, but he never got the chance.
"Malfoy! I should have known. How dare you steal my lucky Cannons' pennant and demand strawberry crumble as payment?!"
Draco was caught flat-footed. "What are you...wait. You have strawberry crumble?" The thought of it nearly made his mouth water.
"That's what you demanded in your...your ransom note!" snapped Potter.
"My ransom note?" sputtered Draco. "What about your note demanding treacle tart?"
"I didn't send you a note, you...wait. You brought treacle tart?"
Draco stared at Potter in dumbfounded silence, realizing that Potter seemed to be as confused as he was. Draco rolled his shoulders to ease the tension that had gripped him. "Potter, I believe we've both been played."
No sooner had the words left Draco's mouth than the door slammed shut behind him. Draco whirled in time to hear the lock engage.
"Alohomora!"
Potter's spell shot past Draco and hit the door, to no avail. Potter scowled and raised his wand once more, looking as if he intended to blast the door down.
"Wait," said Draco. "We can't just go around destroying Ministry property. Let's think about this for a minute. Who holds a grudge against both of us?"
"Ron," Potter replied in a decisive manner.
"Weasley?!"
Potter nodded. "He's never liked you, and I recently gave his daughter a drum set for her birthday."
The remark was so unexpected and absurd, that Draco laughed.
Potter grinned in response, and he relaxed enough to holster his wand.
Draco didn't get a chance the bask in their newfound accord. A small owl flew through the open transom above the door, a red envelope clutched in its talons. It dropped the Howler and flew out of the room again.
Potter ruffled a hand through his hair. "I reckon one of us should open that."
Draco lifted an eyebrow. "Scared, Potter?"
"Toss pot," Potter snorted.
Draco, who had bent to retrieve the Howler, glanced up at him. "Pardon?"
Potter dropped his eyes and gestured for Draco to proceed.
Draco straightened, the envelope in hand. He took a breath for courage and broke the seal. The Howler flew from his hand and began to shout.
"CONGRATULATIONS, DRACO MALFOY! IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY!"
"Pansy?" gasped Draco.
The Howler continued. "YOU'VE FANCIED HARRY POTTER SINCE HOGWARTS, AND NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO MAKE A MOVE ON HIM!"
Draco was so embarrassed, he felt like someone had cast an Incendio on his head. He didn't dare look at Potter.
"HARRY POTTER!" barked the Howler in Pansy's voice. "I'VE SEEN YOU CHECKING OUT DRACO'S ARSE! IT CAN BE YOURS, IF YOU PLAY NICE WITH HIM!"
Draco's eyes darted to Potter, only to see him face-palming.
"Oh my Godric," Potter muttered.
"I'VE RETURNED THE ITEMS I BORROWED TO YOUR OFFICES! THE DOOR TO THIS LOUNGE WILL REMAIN LOCKED FOR ONE HOUR! MAKE GOOD USE OF YOUR TIME! ENJOY YOUR PUDDING, BOYS, AND TELL ME ALL THE JUICY DETAILS LATER! TA!"
The Howler disintegrated and fell to the floor in pieces. Draco wished he could sink through the floor.
"I wish the floor would swallow me right now."
Draco looked at Potter, relieved to see that he wasn't the only one who wanted to die of humiliation. He cleared his throat. "Treacle tart?" he offered, holding the box out.
Potter accepted it with a smile and retrieved a small box from a dusty table. "Strawberry crumble?"
Draco took it with a nod of thanks. He used his wand to tidy the lounge, settling onto one end of the sofa. He opened the box, which contained a convenient fork, and gestured for Potter to join him. Potter sat at the other end, opened his tart, and they both took their first bites at the same time.
"Mm..."
They glanced at one another, and Draco swore the temperature in the room rose by several degrees. "So, ah, you've been checking out my arse?"
"You've fancied me since Hogwarts?" Potter countered.
Draco was about to deny it, but what was the use? And, if his lustful fantasies were reciprocated, perhaps something could come of Pansy's scheming. "I found you attractive then, and I still do," he admitted, wishing Pansy's ransom note had instructed him to bring a glass of water, too.
"Your arse is a thing of beauty," said Potter.
Draco's gaze cut to him again, and he was once more struck with the absurdity of the entire situation. He snorted out a laugh, Potter started to snicker, and soon both of them were collapsed against the back of the sofa and laughing like mad men. Once the initial hilarity had passed, they both wiped their eyes and finished their treats.
Potter set his empty box on the low table in front of him and ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Are you busy tonight?" he asked. "I'd, er, I'd like to take your arse to dinner. You may come too, if you wish." He shot Draco a sly smirk.
"That was awful, Potter."
"Is that a 'no'?"
"No, it's not a no," Draco replied. "I suppose, if you plan to take my arse to dinner, I should accompany it."
Potter chuckled even as he jiggled a knee. "I'd like that."
"We can't tell Pansy, however," Draco insisted. "She'll be insufferable. Let her stew for awhile and wonder if her machinations came to fruition."
Potter's expression grew speculative. "Perhaps we should have dinner at mine," he suggested. "Purely to keep Parkinson from finding out."
Draco's eyebrows rose. "That's bold of you."
Potter grinned at him. "Gryffindor."
Draco couldn't help but smile back at him. "It's a plan worthy of a Slytherin, as well," he said. "Alright, Potter. We'll have dinner at yours, and I shall expect strawberry crumble for pudding."
Cross-posted to hp_getlucky
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Prompt: Pansy steals Draco's lucky quill. Submitted by digthewriter
Pairing(s)/Characters(s): Draco/Harry, Pansy
Word Count/Art Medium: 1223
Rating: PG13
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *Just some naughty suggestion*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thanks to digthewriter for the fabulous prompt and to adafrog for the beta.
Summary: Someone has stolen Draco's lucky quill and left a ransom note in its place.
Draco sat down behind his desk at the Ministry and took a moment to go through the items in his inbox. Only one message required a response, and he absently reached for his quill. When his fingers encountered nothing, Draco glanced up from the parchment.
His lucky quill was gone.
Draco muttered to himself and stood up to see if he'd somehow knocked the quill onto his desk or the floor. What he saw was a rolled-up parchment in his quill holder. Brow furrowing in confusion, Draco plucked the message free and opened it.
If you wish to see your quill again, get some treacle tart from the cafeteria and meet me in the old Ministry lounge on Level six.
"What the...grr," Draco half-growled in his throat. Damn it, he didn't have time for games. He didn't know who had stolen his lucky quill, but he did know someone was going to pay.
♣♣♣
Draco stepped off the lift and curled his lip. This wing of the Ministry was seldom used, and it had the dust to prove it. He transferred the boxed treacle tart to his left hand and took up his wand with his right. Draco checked the scrap of parchment in his hand and made his way to the lounge indicated in the message. He cautiously opened the door and stepped inside.
There was someone else in the room. The figure turned, and Draco was confronted with a pair of familiar green eyes. Potter. Of course. Who else made Draco's life so difficult? He took a breath, intent on scorching Potter's damned attractive hide, but he never got the chance.
"Malfoy! I should have known. How dare you steal my lucky Cannons' pennant and demand strawberry crumble as payment?!"
Draco was caught flat-footed. "What are you...wait. You have strawberry crumble?" The thought of it nearly made his mouth water.
"That's what you demanded in your...your ransom note!" snapped Potter.
"My ransom note?" sputtered Draco. "What about your note demanding treacle tart?"
"I didn't send you a note, you...wait. You brought treacle tart?"
Draco stared at Potter in dumbfounded silence, realizing that Potter seemed to be as confused as he was. Draco rolled his shoulders to ease the tension that had gripped him. "Potter, I believe we've both been played."
No sooner had the words left Draco's mouth than the door slammed shut behind him. Draco whirled in time to hear the lock engage.
"Alohomora!"
Potter's spell shot past Draco and hit the door, to no avail. Potter scowled and raised his wand once more, looking as if he intended to blast the door down.
"Wait," said Draco. "We can't just go around destroying Ministry property. Let's think about this for a minute. Who holds a grudge against both of us?"
"Ron," Potter replied in a decisive manner.
"Weasley?!"
Potter nodded. "He's never liked you, and I recently gave his daughter a drum set for her birthday."
The remark was so unexpected and absurd, that Draco laughed.
Potter grinned in response, and he relaxed enough to holster his wand.
Draco didn't get a chance the bask in their newfound accord. A small owl flew through the open transom above the door, a red envelope clutched in its talons. It dropped the Howler and flew out of the room again.
Potter ruffled a hand through his hair. "I reckon one of us should open that."
Draco lifted an eyebrow. "Scared, Potter?"
"Toss pot," Potter snorted.
Draco, who had bent to retrieve the Howler, glanced up at him. "Pardon?"
Potter dropped his eyes and gestured for Draco to proceed.
Draco straightened, the envelope in hand. He took a breath for courage and broke the seal. The Howler flew from his hand and began to shout.
"CONGRATULATIONS, DRACO MALFOY! IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY!"
"Pansy?" gasped Draco.
The Howler continued. "YOU'VE FANCIED HARRY POTTER SINCE HOGWARTS, AND NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO MAKE A MOVE ON HIM!"
Draco was so embarrassed, he felt like someone had cast an Incendio on his head. He didn't dare look at Potter.
"HARRY POTTER!" barked the Howler in Pansy's voice. "I'VE SEEN YOU CHECKING OUT DRACO'S ARSE! IT CAN BE YOURS, IF YOU PLAY NICE WITH HIM!"
Draco's eyes darted to Potter, only to see him face-palming.
"Oh my Godric," Potter muttered.
"I'VE RETURNED THE ITEMS I BORROWED TO YOUR OFFICES! THE DOOR TO THIS LOUNGE WILL REMAIN LOCKED FOR ONE HOUR! MAKE GOOD USE OF YOUR TIME! ENJOY YOUR PUDDING, BOYS, AND TELL ME ALL THE JUICY DETAILS LATER! TA!"
The Howler disintegrated and fell to the floor in pieces. Draco wished he could sink through the floor.
"I wish the floor would swallow me right now."
Draco looked at Potter, relieved to see that he wasn't the only one who wanted to die of humiliation. He cleared his throat. "Treacle tart?" he offered, holding the box out.
Potter accepted it with a smile and retrieved a small box from a dusty table. "Strawberry crumble?"
Draco took it with a nod of thanks. He used his wand to tidy the lounge, settling onto one end of the sofa. He opened the box, which contained a convenient fork, and gestured for Potter to join him. Potter sat at the other end, opened his tart, and they both took their first bites at the same time.
"Mm..."
They glanced at one another, and Draco swore the temperature in the room rose by several degrees. "So, ah, you've been checking out my arse?"
"You've fancied me since Hogwarts?" Potter countered.
Draco was about to deny it, but what was the use? And, if his lustful fantasies were reciprocated, perhaps something could come of Pansy's scheming. "I found you attractive then, and I still do," he admitted, wishing Pansy's ransom note had instructed him to bring a glass of water, too.
"Your arse is a thing of beauty," said Potter.
Draco's gaze cut to him again, and he was once more struck with the absurdity of the entire situation. He snorted out a laugh, Potter started to snicker, and soon both of them were collapsed against the back of the sofa and laughing like mad men. Once the initial hilarity had passed, they both wiped their eyes and finished their treats.
Potter set his empty box on the low table in front of him and ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Are you busy tonight?" he asked. "I'd, er, I'd like to take your arse to dinner. You may come too, if you wish." He shot Draco a sly smirk.
"That was awful, Potter."
"Is that a 'no'?"
"No, it's not a no," Draco replied. "I suppose, if you plan to take my arse to dinner, I should accompany it."
Potter chuckled even as he jiggled a knee. "I'd like that."
"We can't tell Pansy, however," Draco insisted. "She'll be insufferable. Let her stew for awhile and wonder if her machinations came to fruition."
Potter's expression grew speculative. "Perhaps we should have dinner at mine," he suggested. "Purely to keep Parkinson from finding out."
Draco's eyebrows rose. "That's bold of you."
Potter grinned at him. "Gryffindor."
Draco couldn't help but smile back at him. "It's a plan worthy of a Slytherin, as well," he said. "Alright, Potter. We'll have dinner at yours, and I shall expect strawberry crumble for pudding."
Cross-posted to hp_getlucky