Make things more interesting
Title: Make things more interesting
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Dawlish, omc
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 485
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Freeing a plot bunny
Summary: And here Harry was afraid this meeting would be boring.
"Let's go, Potter," said Malfoy. "We don't want to get stuck sitting up front."
Harry tossed his quill onto his desk and sneered. "Meetings are a ridiculous waste of time," he complained. "We have work to do."
"There's a guest speaker today," Malfoy told him. "That may make things more interesting."
"Doubtful," muttered Harry. Nevertheless, he stood up and followed his partner to the DMLE's meeting room. They claimed chairs near the back. Other Aurors and DMLE personnel filed in until the room was almost full. There was a low hum of voices as people conversed quietly.
The room went silent when Dawlish strode in. He moved to the front of the room. "We've discussed profiling suspects," he began without preamble, "and today, I've invited an expert in that area to speak. Please join me in welcoming Michael Putterbaugh."
The assemblage responded with polite applause as the speaker approached the front of the room. He was a tall, lanky fellow with dark blond hair, a rather large nose, and a pair of wire-framed specs perched on his face.
Harry was interested in the topic, but Putterbaugh's delivery was dreadfully dull, and he quickly found his mind wandering back to the cases he was working on.
Malfoy leaned slightly towards Harry and murmured, "I think you should marry that bloke."
"What?" Harry whispered back, caught off guard.
"Just imagine it. You could be Harry Potter-Putterbaugh."
Harry shook his head, even as a reluctant grin curled his lips. Not wanting to incur the wrath of Dawlish, he strove to pay attention to the speaker.
"You could have a son and name him Peter Potter-Putterbaugh."
This time, Harry had to duck his head as his shoulders shook with silent laughter.
Malfoy managed to keep a straight face. A moment later, once Harry had regained his composure, Malfoy struck again. "Of course, you must name your daughter Patty Potter-Putterbaugh."
Harry coughed to cover a laugh, garnering the attention of those in the vicinity. He cleared his throat and squirmed in his seat.
Malfoy went for the kill. "You'll have a dog, I reckon, or a cat, and you'll name it Pepper Potter-Putterbaugh."
Harry choked on his laughter. He stood abruptly, muttered, "Excuse me, I need some water," and rushed from the meeting room. He made it to the gents before he sagged against the wall, laughing like a madman. When he succeeded in getting his mirth under control, Harry splashed some water on his face and patted it dry. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, hoping nothing would indicate he'd been lying about needing a drink of water.
Malfoy strolled into the gents. "I told Dawlish I'd check on you," he said. "It allowed me to escape the meeting as well."
"How did you find me in here?" asked Harry.
"It was easy," Malfoy replied. "I listened for the pitter patter of tiny Potter-Putterbaugh feet."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Dawlish, omc
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 485
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Freeing a plot bunny
Summary: And here Harry was afraid this meeting would be boring.
"Let's go, Potter," said Malfoy. "We don't want to get stuck sitting up front."
Harry tossed his quill onto his desk and sneered. "Meetings are a ridiculous waste of time," he complained. "We have work to do."
"There's a guest speaker today," Malfoy told him. "That may make things more interesting."
"Doubtful," muttered Harry. Nevertheless, he stood up and followed his partner to the DMLE's meeting room. They claimed chairs near the back. Other Aurors and DMLE personnel filed in until the room was almost full. There was a low hum of voices as people conversed quietly.
The room went silent when Dawlish strode in. He moved to the front of the room. "We've discussed profiling suspects," he began without preamble, "and today, I've invited an expert in that area to speak. Please join me in welcoming Michael Putterbaugh."
The assemblage responded with polite applause as the speaker approached the front of the room. He was a tall, lanky fellow with dark blond hair, a rather large nose, and a pair of wire-framed specs perched on his face.
Harry was interested in the topic, but Putterbaugh's delivery was dreadfully dull, and he quickly found his mind wandering back to the cases he was working on.
Malfoy leaned slightly towards Harry and murmured, "I think you should marry that bloke."
"What?" Harry whispered back, caught off guard.
"Just imagine it. You could be Harry Potter-Putterbaugh."
Harry shook his head, even as a reluctant grin curled his lips. Not wanting to incur the wrath of Dawlish, he strove to pay attention to the speaker.
"You could have a son and name him Peter Potter-Putterbaugh."
This time, Harry had to duck his head as his shoulders shook with silent laughter.
Malfoy managed to keep a straight face. A moment later, once Harry had regained his composure, Malfoy struck again. "Of course, you must name your daughter Patty Potter-Putterbaugh."
Harry coughed to cover a laugh, garnering the attention of those in the vicinity. He cleared his throat and squirmed in his seat.
Malfoy went for the kill. "You'll have a dog, I reckon, or a cat, and you'll name it Pepper Potter-Putterbaugh."
Harry choked on his laughter. He stood abruptly, muttered, "Excuse me, I need some water," and rushed from the meeting room. He made it to the gents before he sagged against the wall, laughing like a madman. When he succeeded in getting his mirth under control, Harry splashed some water on his face and patted it dry. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, hoping nothing would indicate he'd been lying about needing a drink of water.
Malfoy strolled into the gents. "I told Dawlish I'd check on you," he said. "It allowed me to escape the meeting as well."
"How did you find me in here?" asked Harry.
"It was easy," Malfoy replied. "I listened for the pitter patter of tiny Potter-Putterbaugh feet."