Catnipped arc
Title: Catnipped 8
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Draco, OCs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild angst *flees the country*
Word count: 435
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for witblogi, who asked for an update to this arc.
Summary: Harry waits for news of Draco.
Harry waited anxiously throughout the remainder of the afternoon for word of Malfoy. It was nearly evening before Hermione Floo called him.
"Hello, Harry," she greeted. "I just wanted to let you know that Malfoy has been cured of his feline affliction; the counter was a complete success."
"That's wonderful," Harry responded, hoping he sounded as enthusiastic as Hermione did. "Does he remember anything?" he asked her.
"I have no idea," she replied. "He was furious, and Ron and I didn't stay long enough to find out. The last I heard, he was spouting off about contacting his family's attorney or some such."
Harry winced at that.
"In other words," Hermione went on, "he's back to his usual, unpleasant self. I have to go, Harry. We'll see you this weekend."
~*~
Harry's Floo activated once more late the following morning. His pulse accelerated at the sight of Malfoy's head floating in the flames.
"May we come through, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry replied automatically. "Wait...we?"
Malfoy stepped through the Floo, followed by an older gentleman in barrister's robes and an Auror whom Harry recognized but couldn't put a name to.
"Potter," Malfoy addressed him disdainfully, "this is my solicitor, Mr Lupul, and I believe you know Auror Lafferty."
"Mr Potter," said Lupul in a nasally voice, "my client states that your friend, Mr Ronald Weasley, hexed him with a curse most vile. What do you know of that?"
Alarmed, Harry glanced at Malfoy's face. It was cold and unreadable. "You'll have to speak to Ron about that," Harry said by way of answer.
"We intend to," nodded Lupul. "In the meantime, however, there is the matter of the abuse that Mr Malfoy suffered while incapacitated and left in your care."
"What?!" Harry cried, shocked at the allegations.
Auror Lafferty stepped forward. "Mr Potter, I'm afraid I'll need you to come with me for questioning."
Harry was outraged. "Questioning for what?!"
Lafferty seemed uncomfortable. "For abuse, molestation and, er, bestiality."
Harry threw his hands up in the air. "I don't believe this," he fumed.
"Do you know what I can't believe, Potter?" Malfoy interjected. "I can't believe anyone is still reading this drivel. It's obviously another ridiculous April fool's prank, and it's amazing that the author's flist continues to fall for this shit year after year."
"You do have a point there," Harry agreed, relaxing somewhat. "Tell you what, Malfoy. Why don't you and I go shag while the author writes a real update to this arc?"
"A shag?" Malfoy smirked. "I never thought you'd ask."
~tbc~
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Draco, OCs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild angst *flees the country*
Word count: 435
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for witblogi, who asked for an update to this arc.
Summary: Harry waits for news of Draco.
Harry waited anxiously throughout the remainder of the afternoon for word of Malfoy. It was nearly evening before Hermione Floo called him.
"Hello, Harry," she greeted. "I just wanted to let you know that Malfoy has been cured of his feline affliction; the counter was a complete success."
"That's wonderful," Harry responded, hoping he sounded as enthusiastic as Hermione did. "Does he remember anything?" he asked her.
"I have no idea," she replied. "He was furious, and Ron and I didn't stay long enough to find out. The last I heard, he was spouting off about contacting his family's attorney or some such."
Harry winced at that.
"In other words," Hermione went on, "he's back to his usual, unpleasant self. I have to go, Harry. We'll see you this weekend."
~*~
Harry's Floo activated once more late the following morning. His pulse accelerated at the sight of Malfoy's head floating in the flames.
"May we come through, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry replied automatically. "Wait...we?"
Malfoy stepped through the Floo, followed by an older gentleman in barrister's robes and an Auror whom Harry recognized but couldn't put a name to.
"Potter," Malfoy addressed him disdainfully, "this is my solicitor, Mr Lupul, and I believe you know Auror Lafferty."
"Mr Potter," said Lupul in a nasally voice, "my client states that your friend, Mr Ronald Weasley, hexed him with a curse most vile. What do you know of that?"
Alarmed, Harry glanced at Malfoy's face. It was cold and unreadable. "You'll have to speak to Ron about that," Harry said by way of answer.
"We intend to," nodded Lupul. "In the meantime, however, there is the matter of the abuse that Mr Malfoy suffered while incapacitated and left in your care."
"What?!" Harry cried, shocked at the allegations.
Auror Lafferty stepped forward. "Mr Potter, I'm afraid I'll need you to come with me for questioning."
Harry was outraged. "Questioning for what?!"
Lafferty seemed uncomfortable. "For abuse, molestation and, er, bestiality."
Harry threw his hands up in the air. "I don't believe this," he fumed.
"Do you know what I can't believe, Potter?" Malfoy interjected. "I can't believe anyone is still reading this drivel. It's obviously another ridiculous April fool's prank, and it's amazing that the author's flist continues to fall for this shit year after year."
"You do have a point there," Harry agreed, relaxing somewhat. "Tell you what, Malfoy. Why don't you and I go shag while the author writes a real update to this arc?"
"A shag?" Malfoy smirked. "I never thought you'd ask."
~tbc~