Draco vs the Cucumber
Title: Draco vs the Cucumber From my White cat verse.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Language and violence
Word count: 845
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, prank
Summary: Harry decides to try the cucumber prank on Draco.
It had rained early that morning, but now, at mid-afternoon, the garden had dried out and was no longer a wet, muddy mess. Harry watched in amusement as his boyfriend took advantage of the mild weather to indulge in a romp in the garden.
An Animagus, Draco had transformed into a white cat. His gleaming coat was easy to spot through the foliage as he chased after windblown leaves and flying insects. He'd even made a leaping grab at a bird, but it was a half-hearted attempt at best. Draco didn't kill or even harm any creature in the gardens. No, it was Harry who typically took the brunt of Draco's claws and teeth. More often than not, it was for no reason that Harry was rudely attacked.
Today, however, Harry intended to earn every tooth and claw mark that Draco inflicted on him.
He waited until Draco was preoccupied with lapping water from a bowl that was placed in the garden for that specific purpose. Harry stealthily withdrew a cucumber from the shopping bag beside him. He'd seen several vids online of people using cucumbers to play a prank on their cats, and Harry was about to give it a go.
Once Draco was completely absorbed in drinking water, Harry levitated the cucumber in his boyfriend's direction. He brought it to a gentle landing behind Draco, just beyond the reach of his flicking tail.
Harry had to bite his lip to keep from snickering. It wouldn't do for Draco to hear him and thus be warned that something was afoot. He also tried not to focus too intently on his boyfriend; Draco seemed to have a sixth sense in that regard. Of course, normally when Harry was intent on Draco it was because he was feeling randy.
Draco lifted his head and licked his lips. Harry held his breath and waited. Instead of turning around, Draco proceeded to wash his paws. First one, then the other. Next, he swiped his right paw over his muzzle and whiskers before switching to his left paw to smooth the fur over his eyes and between his ears.
Harry nearly groaned in frustration. He should have anticipated his fussy ponce of a boyfriend would indulge in a lengthy wash after a few laps of water.
Finally, finally, Draco rose from his haunches and stretched. He turned to saunter back along the garden path, which is when he noticed the cucumber lurking behind him. Draco leaped up and back in a maneuver reminiscent of an Olympic gymnast. He even twisted midair and still managed to stick his landing. He ran a short distance before stopping to look back and see if he was being pursued.
By that time, Harry could no longer contain his mirth. He let out a snort of laughter and followed it with great, gut-busting guffaws. He hadn't seen anything so funny since he'd witnessed a woman who reminded him of Aunt Marge slip on a grape in Tesco's.
Realizing he'd been played, Draco's ears went back and his tail lashed side to side. Harry could hear him growl, even over his own cackling laughter. When Draco charged, Harry barely had time to cast a quick Protego. Draco impacted Harry's shielding spell and bounced off. His angry growl rose to an enraged shriek.
Precious, the neighbor's yappy little dog, began to bark from the adjoining garden.
Harry realized that the sounds coming from his own garden suggested he may be strangling his cat. He had to get Draco into the house as quickly as possible. Harry dropped his shield and ran for his life.
He didn't make it.
Draco caught up to him easily, snagging the hem of Harry's jeans with his claws and tripping Harry up. Harry cried out in surprise as he hit the ground hard. His glasses slid down his nose and ended up dangling from one ear. Heedless of the potential damage to his specs, Harry covered his head and turtled.
Draco pounced on Harry's back, digging in with all of his claws, and he chomped Harry's arm.
"Ow! Ow!" Harry bleated. "Geroff, you bloody menace!" He shook his arm, managing to dislodge his irate boyfriend. Harry sat up and righted his glasses.
Draco launched another attack, savaging Harry's ankle this time. Harry yelped again, lurching to his feet and shaking Draco off of him.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!," he cried. And he was. He hadn't anticipated such violent retribution, but in hindsight, Harry should have known better. Draco hated to be laughed at, not unlike any other cat.
Draco glared at him, a growl rumbling in his throat. Harry backed up a few steps and when no further assault was forthcoming, he limped to the house. He opened the door and let Draco precede him indoors. Harry went straight to the master bedroom and the en suite. He got the medical kit from beneath the sink to treat the bites and scratches that Draco had inflicted. With a sigh, Harry grabbed his toothbrush, too.
No doubt he'd be sleeping in the guest room tonight.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Language and violence
Word count: 845
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, prank
Summary: Harry decides to try the cucumber prank on Draco.
It had rained early that morning, but now, at mid-afternoon, the garden had dried out and was no longer a wet, muddy mess. Harry watched in amusement as his boyfriend took advantage of the mild weather to indulge in a romp in the garden.
An Animagus, Draco had transformed into a white cat. His gleaming coat was easy to spot through the foliage as he chased after windblown leaves and flying insects. He'd even made a leaping grab at a bird, but it was a half-hearted attempt at best. Draco didn't kill or even harm any creature in the gardens. No, it was Harry who typically took the brunt of Draco's claws and teeth. More often than not, it was for no reason that Harry was rudely attacked.
Today, however, Harry intended to earn every tooth and claw mark that Draco inflicted on him.
He waited until Draco was preoccupied with lapping water from a bowl that was placed in the garden for that specific purpose. Harry stealthily withdrew a cucumber from the shopping bag beside him. He'd seen several vids online of people using cucumbers to play a prank on their cats, and Harry was about to give it a go.
Once Draco was completely absorbed in drinking water, Harry levitated the cucumber in his boyfriend's direction. He brought it to a gentle landing behind Draco, just beyond the reach of his flicking tail.
Harry had to bite his lip to keep from snickering. It wouldn't do for Draco to hear him and thus be warned that something was afoot. He also tried not to focus too intently on his boyfriend; Draco seemed to have a sixth sense in that regard. Of course, normally when Harry was intent on Draco it was because he was feeling randy.
Draco lifted his head and licked his lips. Harry held his breath and waited. Instead of turning around, Draco proceeded to wash his paws. First one, then the other. Next, he swiped his right paw over his muzzle and whiskers before switching to his left paw to smooth the fur over his eyes and between his ears.
Harry nearly groaned in frustration. He should have anticipated his fussy ponce of a boyfriend would indulge in a lengthy wash after a few laps of water.
Finally, finally, Draco rose from his haunches and stretched. He turned to saunter back along the garden path, which is when he noticed the cucumber lurking behind him. Draco leaped up and back in a maneuver reminiscent of an Olympic gymnast. He even twisted midair and still managed to stick his landing. He ran a short distance before stopping to look back and see if he was being pursued.
By that time, Harry could no longer contain his mirth. He let out a snort of laughter and followed it with great, gut-busting guffaws. He hadn't seen anything so funny since he'd witnessed a woman who reminded him of Aunt Marge slip on a grape in Tesco's.
Realizing he'd been played, Draco's ears went back and his tail lashed side to side. Harry could hear him growl, even over his own cackling laughter. When Draco charged, Harry barely had time to cast a quick Protego. Draco impacted Harry's shielding spell and bounced off. His angry growl rose to an enraged shriek.
Precious, the neighbor's yappy little dog, began to bark from the adjoining garden.
Harry realized that the sounds coming from his own garden suggested he may be strangling his cat. He had to get Draco into the house as quickly as possible. Harry dropped his shield and ran for his life.
He didn't make it.
Draco caught up to him easily, snagging the hem of Harry's jeans with his claws and tripping Harry up. Harry cried out in surprise as he hit the ground hard. His glasses slid down his nose and ended up dangling from one ear. Heedless of the potential damage to his specs, Harry covered his head and turtled.
Draco pounced on Harry's back, digging in with all of his claws, and he chomped Harry's arm.
"Ow! Ow!" Harry bleated. "Geroff, you bloody menace!" He shook his arm, managing to dislodge his irate boyfriend. Harry sat up and righted his glasses.
Draco launched another attack, savaging Harry's ankle this time. Harry yelped again, lurching to his feet and shaking Draco off of him.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!," he cried. And he was. He hadn't anticipated such violent retribution, but in hindsight, Harry should have known better. Draco hated to be laughed at, not unlike any other cat.
Draco glared at him, a growl rumbling in his throat. Harry backed up a few steps and when no further assault was forthcoming, he limped to the house. He opened the door and let Draco precede him indoors. Harry went straight to the master bedroom and the en suite. He got the medical kit from beneath the sink to treat the bites and scratches that Draco had inflicted. With a sigh, Harry grabbed his toothbrush, too.
No doubt he'd be sleeping in the guest room tonight.