Cat Call
Title: Cat Call
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other HP characters
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 975
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 geinahop, using the prompts pumpkin spice, black cat/kitten, Billy Joel
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 54 - photo prompt
♦ hd_fluff Fluffy Halloween Fest, using the prompts First kiss in costumes, Halloween party at Grimmauld Place
Summary: Harry hosts a Halloween party, but he only has eyes for one guest.
Harry stood with his back to the far wall, surveying the revelers in Grimmauld Place. He'd chosen to host a Halloween party here, in hopes of banishing the bad memories that both the date and the location held for him. While Harry was still somewhat melancholy about October 31, there was no doubt that Grimmauld Place had never been less grim.
Party goers in fancy dress laughed, ate, drank, and danced. Neville had provided an old phonograph, and Hermione and Seamus brought vinyl records to play. The catchy beat of Billy Joel's Uptown Girl was currently playing. Harry was sitting this dance out. He'd rather have an uptown bloke.
Harry raised an orange earthenware mug to his lips and took a drink of the exotic tea that Pansy Parkinson brought. It was flavored with pumpkin spice, which Harry found himself enjoying far more than he had anticipated. Inviting Parkinson had been automatic--she was dating Neville, after all, but it also gave Harry an excuse to invite other Slytherins. One Slytherin in particular.
Harry's eyes sought out Malfoy, who was engaged in a lively conversation with Hermione of all people. Neither of them appeared angry, and since no fists or hexes were flying, Harry was content to observe from a distance. For now.
Hermione was dressed as a woman from classic literature--one of the characters from Little Women, if Harry's memory served. Malfoy had chosen to attend as Sex Incarnate. At least, that's how Harry viewed his costume. Malfoy was dressed as a black cat, from his form-fitting catsuit (and his form was certainly fit), to the long black tail that swished with his moods, and the soft ears perched on his head that swiveled and perked. He'd obviously employed magic and to great effect. Harry wanted to do very bad things with that naughty black cat. He was dressed as a pirate, and wasn't plundering booty what pirates did best?
As if sensing Harry's regard, Malfoy turned to look at him. His ears swept forward and a sly grin curved his lips. He raised his matching orange mug in a silent toast before returning his attention to Hermione.
Seamus removed the Billy Joel album from the phonograph and replaced it with Queen. Somebody to Love came on, and Harry made his move. He set his mug on the nearest table and skirted the crowd to reach Hermione and Malfoy.
"Would you care to dance, Malfoy?"
"Do you still have two left feet, Potter?"
"Harry has made vast improvement since fourth year," Hermione stated, advocating for him. She deftly relieved Malfoy of his orange mug and used it to make a shooing gesture at them towards the other dancers in the lounge.
Harry took Malfoy's hand in his and led them among the other guests. They fell into an easy rhythm, dancing comfortably together. Harry thought the pace of the music was perfect. It wasn't a slow ballad, nor was it a frantic song that discouraged dancing close.
"This is a fantastic party," said Malfoy. "I'm glad Pansy convinced me to come."
Harry wondered if he could convince Malfoy to come later. He wisely refrained from mentioning it just now. Aloud, he said, "I hope you like the changes I've made to the old house."
"I approve," Malfoy responded. "However did you rid the place of dour old Walburga?"
"Magic," Harry replied with a fierce grin. He didn't add that he'd wielded a controlled version of Fiendfyre to destroy the portrait. Casting the spell had been nerve-wracking, but the results were worth it. Harry changed the subject.
"I approve of your costume. I never thought of cats as sexy, but you've nailed the look." Oops, should he have used the word nailed?
"You make a rather sexy pirate captain, Potter. You look ready, willing, and able to swash some buckles."
Harry bit back a groan of frustrated lust. "Okay, we should probably steer the conversation back to safer subjects, because my cannon is becoming primed."
Malfoy laughed, drawing the attention of others in the vicinity. "Yes, well, I'm getting a bit of a kink in my tail."
The tail in question wrapped around the backs of Harry's thighs. Harry threw caution and propriety to the wind and leaned in for a kiss. Malfoy met him halfway, their lips sliding together for a blissful moment before things grew more heated. Harry tilted his head and probed the seam of Malfoy's lips with his tongue, groaning in pleasure when Malfoy opened to him. Harry's hat fell unheeded to the floor where it was trampled upon by the dancing throng. Harry touched his tongue to Malfoy's and groaned again when Malfoy boldly reciprocated.
A shrill whistle brought Harry to his senses, along with a voice that sounded like George's yelling, "Get a room!" The other guests laughed and shouted encouragement. Harry took a step back, smashing his hat further in the process, and he grinned at Malfoy.
"I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry," he said.
"That's quite alright, Potter. I know how irresistible I am."
"Prat," snorted Harry. He stepped close to Malfoy again and murmured, "Shall we? Get a room, that is. I don't think the host will mind."
"What will the rest of your guests say?"
"Do you care?"
"Not especially, no."
"Then let's take this party upstairs," said Harry. He peered around Malfoy and caught Hermione's eye, ignoring her smug grin. "Hermione, I'm appointing you hostess for the rest of the evening."
"Aye aye, Captain!" she called out cheerfully, raising a mug in salute.
Harry ignored the whoops and cat calls from the rest of his guests and led an unresisting Malfoy to the staircase. He didn't see Hermione fish a few Galleons out of her pocket and hand them to Parkinson. Harry had a cannon to prime and some booty to plunder.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other HP characters
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 975
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 geinahop, using the prompts pumpkin spice, black cat/kitten, Billy Joel
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 54 - photo prompt
♦ hd_fluff Fluffy Halloween Fest, using the prompts First kiss in costumes, Halloween party at Grimmauld Place
Summary: Harry hosts a Halloween party, but he only has eyes for one guest.
Harry stood with his back to the far wall, surveying the revelers in Grimmauld Place. He'd chosen to host a Halloween party here, in hopes of banishing the bad memories that both the date and the location held for him. While Harry was still somewhat melancholy about October 31, there was no doubt that Grimmauld Place had never been less grim.
Party goers in fancy dress laughed, ate, drank, and danced. Neville had provided an old phonograph, and Hermione and Seamus brought vinyl records to play. The catchy beat of Billy Joel's Uptown Girl was currently playing. Harry was sitting this dance out. He'd rather have an uptown bloke.
Harry raised an orange earthenware mug to his lips and took a drink of the exotic tea that Pansy Parkinson brought. It was flavored with pumpkin spice, which Harry found himself enjoying far more than he had anticipated. Inviting Parkinson had been automatic--she was dating Neville, after all, but it also gave Harry an excuse to invite other Slytherins. One Slytherin in particular.
Harry's eyes sought out Malfoy, who was engaged in a lively conversation with Hermione of all people. Neither of them appeared angry, and since no fists or hexes were flying, Harry was content to observe from a distance. For now.
Hermione was dressed as a woman from classic literature--one of the characters from Little Women, if Harry's memory served. Malfoy had chosen to attend as Sex Incarnate. At least, that's how Harry viewed his costume. Malfoy was dressed as a black cat, from his form-fitting catsuit (and his form was certainly fit), to the long black tail that swished with his moods, and the soft ears perched on his head that swiveled and perked. He'd obviously employed magic and to great effect. Harry wanted to do very bad things with that naughty black cat. He was dressed as a pirate, and wasn't plundering booty what pirates did best?
As if sensing Harry's regard, Malfoy turned to look at him. His ears swept forward and a sly grin curved his lips. He raised his matching orange mug in a silent toast before returning his attention to Hermione.
Seamus removed the Billy Joel album from the phonograph and replaced it with Queen. Somebody to Love came on, and Harry made his move. He set his mug on the nearest table and skirted the crowd to reach Hermione and Malfoy.
"Would you care to dance, Malfoy?"
"Do you still have two left feet, Potter?"
"Harry has made vast improvement since fourth year," Hermione stated, advocating for him. She deftly relieved Malfoy of his orange mug and used it to make a shooing gesture at them towards the other dancers in the lounge.
Harry took Malfoy's hand in his and led them among the other guests. They fell into an easy rhythm, dancing comfortably together. Harry thought the pace of the music was perfect. It wasn't a slow ballad, nor was it a frantic song that discouraged dancing close.
"This is a fantastic party," said Malfoy. "I'm glad Pansy convinced me to come."
Harry wondered if he could convince Malfoy to come later. He wisely refrained from mentioning it just now. Aloud, he said, "I hope you like the changes I've made to the old house."
"I approve," Malfoy responded. "However did you rid the place of dour old Walburga?"
"Magic," Harry replied with a fierce grin. He didn't add that he'd wielded a controlled version of Fiendfyre to destroy the portrait. Casting the spell had been nerve-wracking, but the results were worth it. Harry changed the subject.
"I approve of your costume. I never thought of cats as sexy, but you've nailed the look." Oops, should he have used the word nailed?
"You make a rather sexy pirate captain, Potter. You look ready, willing, and able to swash some buckles."
Harry bit back a groan of frustrated lust. "Okay, we should probably steer the conversation back to safer subjects, because my cannon is becoming primed."
Malfoy laughed, drawing the attention of others in the vicinity. "Yes, well, I'm getting a bit of a kink in my tail."
The tail in question wrapped around the backs of Harry's thighs. Harry threw caution and propriety to the wind and leaned in for a kiss. Malfoy met him halfway, their lips sliding together for a blissful moment before things grew more heated. Harry tilted his head and probed the seam of Malfoy's lips with his tongue, groaning in pleasure when Malfoy opened to him. Harry's hat fell unheeded to the floor where it was trampled upon by the dancing throng. Harry touched his tongue to Malfoy's and groaned again when Malfoy boldly reciprocated.
A shrill whistle brought Harry to his senses, along with a voice that sounded like George's yelling, "Get a room!" The other guests laughed and shouted encouragement. Harry took a step back, smashing his hat further in the process, and he grinned at Malfoy.
"I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry," he said.
"That's quite alright, Potter. I know how irresistible I am."
"Prat," snorted Harry. He stepped close to Malfoy again and murmured, "Shall we? Get a room, that is. I don't think the host will mind."
"What will the rest of your guests say?"
"Do you care?"
"Not especially, no."
"Then let's take this party upstairs," said Harry. He peered around Malfoy and caught Hermione's eye, ignoring her smug grin. "Hermione, I'm appointing you hostess for the rest of the evening."
"Aye aye, Captain!" she called out cheerfully, raising a mug in salute.
Harry ignored the whoops and cat calls from the rest of his guests and led an unresisting Malfoy to the staircase. He didn't see Hermione fish a few Galleons out of her pocket and hand them to Parkinson. Harry had a cannon to prime and some booty to plunder.