Draco's Revenge
Title: Draco's Revenge From my White cat verse.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong suggestion, minor violence, language
Word count: 625
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for tellshannon815, using the prompts cat, snow, revenge
Summary: Harry gets what he deserves.
Harry stood at the French doors, eyes all but watering as he strained to see. Snow had fallen overnight. A scant two inches, but enough to cover everything in white. By noon, it would all be melted away. At the moment, however, Draco was taking advantage to romp in the snow. Fun for him, not so much for Harry, because Draco had shifted to his Animagus form--a white cat. Harry was finding it difficult, if not impossible, to spot a white cat in white snow.
Movement caught Harry's eye, and he turned his head to the right to look. There it was again--the flick of a tail, followed by the entire cat. Draco leaped from behind a bush, twisted in midair, and landed on all fours in the snow. It puffed up around him, and his tail swished back and forth. His front paws made quick, skittering motions as if he was trying to capture prey.
Harry chuckled softly. If Draco chose to treat the snow as prey, well it was better than when he was the intended victim. Harry had lost count of the times he'd been stalked and pounced. Of course, in this household, that counted as foreplay.
Draco flopped on his side and rolled in the snow. It made Harry shiver to watch him even though he knew Draco's winter coat was thicker than his summer one. Harry paused to think about that. Did Draco consciously alter his furry coat in cold weather, or did magic take care of that for him?
While Harry contemplated the mysteries of the Animagi universe, Draco abruptly sat up and lifted his adorable pink nose. Harry could see his fur ruffling. It seemed the light breeze had picked up to a cold wind. Even the powdery snow began to flitter and swirl. Draco stood and trotted towards the house, clearly done playing in the snow.
He halted at the door and looked up at Harry. Expectantly. Harry waggled his fingers in a casual wave. Draco pinned his ears back and meowed. Harry cupped one hand behind his ear and mouthed, 'Sorry?'
Draco lashed his tail and growled.
Harry held up both hands and shrugged.
In a flash, he was no longer faced with an angry cat; he was face to face with a furious, naked boyfriend with only a pane of glass between them.
Harry turned and ran. He was halfway up the stairs before he heard the French door slam behind Draco, followed by a furious war cry.
"POTTER!"
Harry darted into a guest bedroom, hoping to stave off Draco's idea of revenge for at least a moment or two. It did him no good. Draco spied him, cowering on the bed, and pounced. Midair, he Vanished Harry's clothes, so that when he landed, Harry yelped at the chilled flesh pressed against his own.
"You bastard!" he gasped, trying to squirm away.
"How dare you?" Draco was seething. "How dare you leave me out there in the cold?"
"You...geroff!" panted Harry. "You had your winter coat on."
"I was still cold! And then you forced me to transform!"
"That will teach you...oh! Teach you to strip before transforming in...in the first place." Harry stopped talking in favor of shrieking when Draco's icy hand found his bits.
"Hah!"
Harry's bits were trying to shrivel and swell at the same time, and it was the oddest sensation.
"Warm me up. Now."
Harry groaned, half in pleasure, half in dismay. Anyone who ever said revenge was a dish best served cold had never been pinned by a cold and angry Draco Malfoy. Cold it may be, but Harry was still looking forward to it. In this case, Draco's revenge would be sweet for both of them.
Nice Try
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong suggestion, minor violence, language
Word count: 625
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for tellshannon815, using the prompts cat, snow, revenge
Summary: Harry gets what he deserves.
Harry stood at the French doors, eyes all but watering as he strained to see. Snow had fallen overnight. A scant two inches, but enough to cover everything in white. By noon, it would all be melted away. At the moment, however, Draco was taking advantage to romp in the snow. Fun for him, not so much for Harry, because Draco had shifted to his Animagus form--a white cat. Harry was finding it difficult, if not impossible, to spot a white cat in white snow.
Movement caught Harry's eye, and he turned his head to the right to look. There it was again--the flick of a tail, followed by the entire cat. Draco leaped from behind a bush, twisted in midair, and landed on all fours in the snow. It puffed up around him, and his tail swished back and forth. His front paws made quick, skittering motions as if he was trying to capture prey.
Harry chuckled softly. If Draco chose to treat the snow as prey, well it was better than when he was the intended victim. Harry had lost count of the times he'd been stalked and pounced. Of course, in this household, that counted as foreplay.
Draco flopped on his side and rolled in the snow. It made Harry shiver to watch him even though he knew Draco's winter coat was thicker than his summer one. Harry paused to think about that. Did Draco consciously alter his furry coat in cold weather, or did magic take care of that for him?
While Harry contemplated the mysteries of the Animagi universe, Draco abruptly sat up and lifted his adorable pink nose. Harry could see his fur ruffling. It seemed the light breeze had picked up to a cold wind. Even the powdery snow began to flitter and swirl. Draco stood and trotted towards the house, clearly done playing in the snow.
He halted at the door and looked up at Harry. Expectantly. Harry waggled his fingers in a casual wave. Draco pinned his ears back and meowed. Harry cupped one hand behind his ear and mouthed, 'Sorry?'
Draco lashed his tail and growled.
Harry held up both hands and shrugged.
In a flash, he was no longer faced with an angry cat; he was face to face with a furious, naked boyfriend with only a pane of glass between them.
Harry turned and ran. He was halfway up the stairs before he heard the French door slam behind Draco, followed by a furious war cry.
"POTTER!"
Harry darted into a guest bedroom, hoping to stave off Draco's idea of revenge for at least a moment or two. It did him no good. Draco spied him, cowering on the bed, and pounced. Midair, he Vanished Harry's clothes, so that when he landed, Harry yelped at the chilled flesh pressed against his own.
"You bastard!" he gasped, trying to squirm away.
"How dare you?" Draco was seething. "How dare you leave me out there in the cold?"
"You...geroff!" panted Harry. "You had your winter coat on."
"I was still cold! And then you forced me to transform!"
"That will teach you...oh! Teach you to strip before transforming in...in the first place." Harry stopped talking in favor of shrieking when Draco's icy hand found his bits.
"Hah!"
Harry's bits were trying to shrivel and swell at the same time, and it was the oddest sensation.
"Warm me up. Now."
Harry groaned, half in pleasure, half in dismay. Anyone who ever said revenge was a dish best served cold had never been pinned by a cold and angry Draco Malfoy. Cold it may be, but Harry was still looking forward to it. In this case, Draco's revenge would be sweet for both of them.
Nice Try