Potter Pan
Title: Potter Pan
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other HP characters
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Belated birthday gift for sassy_cissa
♦ hd_fluff Fluffy Halloween Fest, using the prompt Harry wants them to go to Luna's Halloween party dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. Your choice if Draco embraces the Tink or refuses.
Summary: Harry's inner Slytherin is no match for his Slytherin boyfriend.
"Absolutely not."
"But-"
"No."
Harry frowned at Draco. "Did you or did you not say, and I quote, 'I'm busy, you pick out costumes for us to wear to Luna's party.'"
"That is not what I said," Draco countered. "I said, and I quote, 'I'm busy, you pick out costumes for us to wear at Loony's party.'"
Harry's frown turned to a glare. "The point is, you wanker, that you instructed me to choose costumes, and these are what I selected."
Draco matched Harry glare for glare. "I am not going to Loony's party dressed as a...a faerie."
"It's Tinkerbell," said Harry. "A character from classic Muggle literature, which was Luna's theme this year."
"I know that," Draco snapped. "I reckoned you would choose costumes from Dracula or Frankenstein, not Potter Pan."
"It's Peter Pan, and you didn't make any suggestions before booting me through the Floo."
"Far be it from me to presume you know my tastes by now!" Draco cried in exasperation. "Why did you choose such a poncy costume for me?"
Harry's lips curled in a sly grin. "I got hard imagining you wearing it."
Draco's expression remained mulish. "Yeah? Why don't you wear it?"
Harry's smile faltered in the face of Draco's unrelenting ire. "Erm, I don't have the legs for it."
Draco crossed his arms and leaned against the mantel. "I find your legs attractive."
A rush of heat suffused Harry's body. "I have knobby knees," he said. "You're the one with the long, sexy legs."
"Oh, you think so, do you?" purred Draco. He uncrossed his arms and prowled closer to Harry. "If you want to see my legs any time soon, you'll dress as Twinkerbell, and I'll be Potter Pan."
Harry hadn't nearly been sorted into Slytherin for nothing. He gave an unconcerned shrug and said, "Okay, Draco, if it means that much to you. I believe Luna invited Viktor Krum, and I'm sure he'll appreciate seeing my legs in that skimpy costume."
Draco's nostrils flared, and he snatched the Tinkerbell costume from Harry. "If Krum leers at your legs, I'll Crucio him."
"I'm going to Crucio him."
Draco smirked at Harry. "Which bloke are you hacked off at now?"
"Charlie," Harry bit out, scowling across the room at his friend. Not that Charlie noticed; he was too busy leering at Draco's legs in his skimpy Tinkerbell costume.
"Won't Mrs Weasley be angry with you if you attack her son?"
Before Harry could answer, Krum sidled up, eyes on Draco's legs, and said, "You would care to do the dance with me, Malfoy?"
Draco's eyes brightened, and he opened his mouth. Harry shifted and stepped on his boyfriend's foot.
"No, he would not like to do the dance with you," growled Harry. "Bugger off."
Krum met Harry's glare with a challenge in his eyes...right up until the moment the fancy feather on his poncy hat caught fire. He yelped and reached to snatch the hat from his head. Harry was quicker.
"Let me help," he said, aiming his wand at Krum's face. "Aguamenti!"
The fire was extinguished instantly, but Krum was left sputtering while the sodden feather in his hat drooped in defeat.
Hermione intervened before the situation escalated. She strolled up and took Krum's arm. "Viktor! How nice to see you again. Oliver has been waiting to talk Quidditch with you..." Her voice trailed off as she led Krum away.
"That was uncalled for, Harry."
"You're absolutely right," said Harry. "I was out of line, and we should leave immediately."
Draco crossed his arms and quirked a brow. "You do, do you?"
"Ahem. Yes?"
Draco sighed and let his arms drop. "Very well, Harry. I wasn't keen on attending this fancy dress party to begin with. We'll say our goodbyes to our hostess and then go home. I'll be topping, by the way."
"But-"
"Don't you dare argue with me," Draco warned in a low voice.
Harry knew when to back down. "Okay," he agreed. "You can top."
A shag was a shag, after all.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other HP characters
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Belated birthday gift for sassy_cissa
♦ hd_fluff Fluffy Halloween Fest, using the prompt Harry wants them to go to Luna's Halloween party dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. Your choice if Draco embraces the Tink or refuses.
Summary: Harry's inner Slytherin is no match for his Slytherin boyfriend.
"Absolutely not."
"But-"
"No."
Harry frowned at Draco. "Did you or did you not say, and I quote, 'I'm busy, you pick out costumes for us to wear to Luna's party.'"
"That is not what I said," Draco countered. "I said, and I quote, 'I'm busy, you pick out costumes for us to wear at Loony's party.'"
Harry's frown turned to a glare. "The point is, you wanker, that you instructed me to choose costumes, and these are what I selected."
Draco matched Harry glare for glare. "I am not going to Loony's party dressed as a...a faerie."
"It's Tinkerbell," said Harry. "A character from classic Muggle literature, which was Luna's theme this year."
"I know that," Draco snapped. "I reckoned you would choose costumes from Dracula or Frankenstein, not Potter Pan."
"It's Peter Pan, and you didn't make any suggestions before booting me through the Floo."
"Far be it from me to presume you know my tastes by now!" Draco cried in exasperation. "Why did you choose such a poncy costume for me?"
Harry's lips curled in a sly grin. "I got hard imagining you wearing it."
Draco's expression remained mulish. "Yeah? Why don't you wear it?"
Harry's smile faltered in the face of Draco's unrelenting ire. "Erm, I don't have the legs for it."
Draco crossed his arms and leaned against the mantel. "I find your legs attractive."
A rush of heat suffused Harry's body. "I have knobby knees," he said. "You're the one with the long, sexy legs."
"Oh, you think so, do you?" purred Draco. He uncrossed his arms and prowled closer to Harry. "If you want to see my legs any time soon, you'll dress as Twinkerbell, and I'll be Potter Pan."
Harry hadn't nearly been sorted into Slytherin for nothing. He gave an unconcerned shrug and said, "Okay, Draco, if it means that much to you. I believe Luna invited Viktor Krum, and I'm sure he'll appreciate seeing my legs in that skimpy costume."
Draco's nostrils flared, and he snatched the Tinkerbell costume from Harry. "If Krum leers at your legs, I'll Crucio him."
"I'm going to Crucio him."
Draco smirked at Harry. "Which bloke are you hacked off at now?"
"Charlie," Harry bit out, scowling across the room at his friend. Not that Charlie noticed; he was too busy leering at Draco's legs in his skimpy Tinkerbell costume.
"Won't Mrs Weasley be angry with you if you attack her son?"
Before Harry could answer, Krum sidled up, eyes on Draco's legs, and said, "You would care to do the dance with me, Malfoy?"
Draco's eyes brightened, and he opened his mouth. Harry shifted and stepped on his boyfriend's foot.
"No, he would not like to do the dance with you," growled Harry. "Bugger off."
Krum met Harry's glare with a challenge in his eyes...right up until the moment the fancy feather on his poncy hat caught fire. He yelped and reached to snatch the hat from his head. Harry was quicker.
"Let me help," he said, aiming his wand at Krum's face. "Aguamenti!"
The fire was extinguished instantly, but Krum was left sputtering while the sodden feather in his hat drooped in defeat.
Hermione intervened before the situation escalated. She strolled up and took Krum's arm. "Viktor! How nice to see you again. Oliver has been waiting to talk Quidditch with you..." Her voice trailed off as she led Krum away.
"That was uncalled for, Harry."
"You're absolutely right," said Harry. "I was out of line, and we should leave immediately."
Draco crossed his arms and quirked a brow. "You do, do you?"
"Ahem. Yes?"
Draco sighed and let his arms drop. "Very well, Harry. I wasn't keen on attending this fancy dress party to begin with. We'll say our goodbyes to our hostess and then go home. I'll be topping, by the way."
"But-"
"Don't you dare argue with me," Draco warned in a low voice.
Harry knew when to back down. "Okay," he agreed. "You can top."
A shag was a shag, after all.