Dragon Brew 59
Title: Dragon Brew 59
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Dean, ocs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mild suggestion
Word count: 940
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 jake67jake, using the following prompts: "I'm pretty sure that is backwards (or upside down).", 'Sufferin' succotash', watermelon
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 59 - mini coffee bar at a posh event
Summary: Harry has some Auroring to do.
"You're scaring the witnesses."
Harry turned his attention from the devastation before him to his partner beside him. "How am I scaring the witnesses?"
"You look hacked off, mate."
"I am hacked off," Harry growled. He and Dean had better things to do than sift through the wreckage of a garden party to find out who did what and why.
"Try to tone down your patented Auror Potter glare, would you?" Dean suggested. "The sooner we question everyone, the sooner we can sort this out, and the sooner you can give Malfoy his wand. And yours."
"Sorry?"
"Sufferin' succotash!" Dean exclaimed with cheerful humor. "Is that a carved watermelon, smashed all over the paving stones?" He strode away before Harry could question him further.
Harry rolled his eyes and reentered the fray. There was, indeed, a watermelon on the paving stones, along with pieces of various fruits. Harry surmised the fruit had been inside the hollowed out watermelon. It would have made a spectacular centerpiece before it was smashed to smithereens. The melon wasn't the only thing shattered across the paving stones. There were shards of pottery, bits of china, the remnants of fancy desserts, broken goblets, silverware, a coffee urn, and at least two tea pots.
Harry took a breath to calm himself, tried for a neutral expression, and approached the hostess. "Please tell me what happened, Mrs Wellspring."
The woman was wringing her hands and moaning in despair. "It was simply my usual monthly garden party," said Mrs Wellspring. "Everything was perfect, from the watermelon centerpiece to the coffee bar to the tea service." Her attention drifted to the garden, where one of the servers, covered in icing, was trying to set a statue back on its pedestal.
"I'm pretty sure that is upside down," Mrs Wellspring called out.
Harry cleared his throat, and she returned her gaze to him.
"As I was saying, all was as it should be until that oaf, Charles St Cyr, arrived. Uninvited, I might add. He was obviously well into his cups, and he came lurching through the gardens, trampling my prized rose bushes, stumbling into my guests, and being a nuisance. I asked one of the servers to...ah...escort him out."
"And then what happened?" prompted Harry.
"Mr St Cyr became belligerent, and he took a swing at poor Joseph," Mrs Wellspring continued. "Of course, he missed, and he ended up careening into the coffee bar. It tipped over, spilling hot coffee all over Melisande Sweetwater. Well, her husband wasn't going to stand for that! He jumped up and socked St Cyr, right in the jaw."
Harry wasn't in the mood for a long recitation. "So would you say that Mr St Cyr started the row, or Mr Sweetwater?"
"Oh, it was most certainly Mr St Cyr," Mrs Wellspring said. "Had he not shown up, uninvited, none of this would have happened."
Harry hated to ask, but his report needed to be thorough. "How did things progress from an overturned coffee bar and some fisticuffs to this...devastation?"
"Mr St Cyr stumbled from Mr Sweetwater's blow, but instead of falling, he staggered into the dessert table. It collapsed under the assault, he came up with a fairy cake in hand, and lobbed it in Mr Sweetwater's direction. Once again, he missed, striking Mr Byington instead."
"I take it that sparked the melee?" Harry drawled.
"It did, indeed," Mrs Wellspring said with a sniff. "My garden party degenerated into a brawl, leaving everything in ruins!" The last was said with a wail.
Harry massaged his forehead with one hand. It was beginning to throb. "Thank you, Mrs Wellspring. That will be all." Harry closed his notebook and rejoined Dean, who was finishing his own line of questions for another witness--Mrs Sweetwater, Harry guessed, from the appearance of her soiled dress.
"Thank you, Mrs Sweetwater," said Dean. She flounced away, and Dean grimaced at Harry. "I say we arrest the drunk and let the remainder of the guests go on home."
"I agree," said Harry. "He seems to have started the fracas. Whether or not Mrs Wellspring brings any charges against him is up to her. I think spending some time in a holding cell will sober him up in any case."
Harry and Dean marched up to where a bleary-eyed Charles St Cyr sat with an ice pack to his jaw.
"Mr St Cyr," Dean began, "you are under arrest for trespassing, destruction of property, starting a row, and disorderly conduct."
St Cyr wobbled to his feet, raised his chin and opened his mouth.
Harry unleashed the full power of his patented Auror Potter glare.
St Cyr paled and sat back down with a thump. Dean hauled him to his feet once more and Disapparated with him.
Harry took one last look at the destruction all around him, shook his head, and Apparated away to the Ministry.
~*~
It was late when Harry knocked on the door to Malfoy's flat. The door opened, and Harry was pleased to see Malfoy's face light up.
"My wand!" Malfoy snatched it from Harry's hand and began examining it for any damage.
"It's nice to see you, too," Harry muttered.
Malfoy glanced up at him. "Well, don't just stand there. Come on in before Bean darts out the open door."
Harry trudged inside and dropped gracelessly onto Malfoy's sofa.
"Rough day at work?" teased Malfoy.
"You could say that."
Malfoy slid his wand up his sleeve and tutted in sympathy. "How about a nice cup of coffee, on the house?"
"I have a better idea," said Harry. "How about a nice shag on the sofa instead?"
Dragon Brew 60
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Dean, ocs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mild suggestion
Word count: 940
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 jake67jake, using the following prompts: "I'm pretty sure that is backwards (or upside down).", 'Sufferin' succotash', watermelon
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 59 - mini coffee bar at a posh event
Summary: Harry has some Auroring to do.
"You're scaring the witnesses."
Harry turned his attention from the devastation before him to his partner beside him. "How am I scaring the witnesses?"
"You look hacked off, mate."
"I am hacked off," Harry growled. He and Dean had better things to do than sift through the wreckage of a garden party to find out who did what and why.
"Try to tone down your patented Auror Potter glare, would you?" Dean suggested. "The sooner we question everyone, the sooner we can sort this out, and the sooner you can give Malfoy his wand. And yours."
"Sorry?"
"Sufferin' succotash!" Dean exclaimed with cheerful humor. "Is that a carved watermelon, smashed all over the paving stones?" He strode away before Harry could question him further.
Harry rolled his eyes and reentered the fray. There was, indeed, a watermelon on the paving stones, along with pieces of various fruits. Harry surmised the fruit had been inside the hollowed out watermelon. It would have made a spectacular centerpiece before it was smashed to smithereens. The melon wasn't the only thing shattered across the paving stones. There were shards of pottery, bits of china, the remnants of fancy desserts, broken goblets, silverware, a coffee urn, and at least two tea pots.
Harry took a breath to calm himself, tried for a neutral expression, and approached the hostess. "Please tell me what happened, Mrs Wellspring."
The woman was wringing her hands and moaning in despair. "It was simply my usual monthly garden party," said Mrs Wellspring. "Everything was perfect, from the watermelon centerpiece to the coffee bar to the tea service." Her attention drifted to the garden, where one of the servers, covered in icing, was trying to set a statue back on its pedestal.
"I'm pretty sure that is upside down," Mrs Wellspring called out.
Harry cleared his throat, and she returned her gaze to him.
"As I was saying, all was as it should be until that oaf, Charles St Cyr, arrived. Uninvited, I might add. He was obviously well into his cups, and he came lurching through the gardens, trampling my prized rose bushes, stumbling into my guests, and being a nuisance. I asked one of the servers to...ah...escort him out."
"And then what happened?" prompted Harry.
"Mr St Cyr became belligerent, and he took a swing at poor Joseph," Mrs Wellspring continued. "Of course, he missed, and he ended up careening into the coffee bar. It tipped over, spilling hot coffee all over Melisande Sweetwater. Well, her husband wasn't going to stand for that! He jumped up and socked St Cyr, right in the jaw."
Harry wasn't in the mood for a long recitation. "So would you say that Mr St Cyr started the row, or Mr Sweetwater?"
"Oh, it was most certainly Mr St Cyr," Mrs Wellspring said. "Had he not shown up, uninvited, none of this would have happened."
Harry hated to ask, but his report needed to be thorough. "How did things progress from an overturned coffee bar and some fisticuffs to this...devastation?"
"Mr St Cyr stumbled from Mr Sweetwater's blow, but instead of falling, he staggered into the dessert table. It collapsed under the assault, he came up with a fairy cake in hand, and lobbed it in Mr Sweetwater's direction. Once again, he missed, striking Mr Byington instead."
"I take it that sparked the melee?" Harry drawled.
"It did, indeed," Mrs Wellspring said with a sniff. "My garden party degenerated into a brawl, leaving everything in ruins!" The last was said with a wail.
Harry massaged his forehead with one hand. It was beginning to throb. "Thank you, Mrs Wellspring. That will be all." Harry closed his notebook and rejoined Dean, who was finishing his own line of questions for another witness--Mrs Sweetwater, Harry guessed, from the appearance of her soiled dress.
"Thank you, Mrs Sweetwater," said Dean. She flounced away, and Dean grimaced at Harry. "I say we arrest the drunk and let the remainder of the guests go on home."
"I agree," said Harry. "He seems to have started the fracas. Whether or not Mrs Wellspring brings any charges against him is up to her. I think spending some time in a holding cell will sober him up in any case."
Harry and Dean marched up to where a bleary-eyed Charles St Cyr sat with an ice pack to his jaw.
"Mr St Cyr," Dean began, "you are under arrest for trespassing, destruction of property, starting a row, and disorderly conduct."
St Cyr wobbled to his feet, raised his chin and opened his mouth.
Harry unleashed the full power of his patented Auror Potter glare.
St Cyr paled and sat back down with a thump. Dean hauled him to his feet once more and Disapparated with him.
Harry took one last look at the destruction all around him, shook his head, and Apparated away to the Ministry.
~*~
It was late when Harry knocked on the door to Malfoy's flat. The door opened, and Harry was pleased to see Malfoy's face light up.
"My wand!" Malfoy snatched it from Harry's hand and began examining it for any damage.
"It's nice to see you, too," Harry muttered.
Malfoy glanced up at him. "Well, don't just stand there. Come on in before Bean darts out the open door."
Harry trudged inside and dropped gracelessly onto Malfoy's sofa.
"Rough day at work?" teased Malfoy.
"You could say that."
Malfoy slid his wand up his sleeve and tutted in sympathy. "How about a nice cup of coffee, on the house?"
"I have a better idea," said Harry. "How about a nice shag on the sofa instead?"
Dragon Brew 60