Title: Millicent Bulstrode In Charge Team: Ron Rating/Warnings: PG13 Wordcount: 255 Prompt: Trick or Treat Disclaimer: I do not own Ron and Draco.
“Actually, Hermione, I think you'll find that I understand perfectly. You just leave this to me. I'll raise lots of money for your Society for the Prevention of Elf Houses!” Millicent blustered off.
Hermione was about to follow and explain things properly, but Cho stopped her. It really wasn't worth it.
“So,” Millicent explained in a condescending manner, “we dress as Muggles and then ask people whether they want a trick or a treat!”
“What's a trick? Is that some kind of code?” Marcus Flint demanded.
“Are you still here?” asked Goyle. “How old are you now?”
“Isn't a 'trick' what whores 'turn'?” Blaise asked.
“Oh, I see!” Nott said, “I was wondering whether even Muggles would be stupid enough to turn down a treat in favour of having a trick played on them!”
“Have I got this straight?” queried Flint, doubtfully. “On Halloween, Muggles go round to each others houses offering them sex or a treat? What sort of treat?”
“Probably more sex,” Blaise purred.
“Oh, very well.” Draco gave a long-suffering sigh. “Anything for a charity that puts House Elves back in their place. I'm even prepared to cover Gryffindor Tower for you.” He checked his hair on the way out. “I'm not going to dress up, though. There's no point.” Under his breath he muttered, “I'll start with the Weasel. Might not have time for any more tonight.”
“Draco!” Millicent called after him, but he didn't seem to hear her. “Draco! It's only the twentieth! There's another ten days 'til Halloween!”
Team: Ron
Rating/Warnings: PG13
Wordcount: 255
Prompt: Trick or Treat
Disclaimer: I do not own Ron and Draco.
“Actually, Hermione, I think you'll find that I understand perfectly. You just leave this to me. I'll raise lots of money for your Society for the Prevention of Elf Houses!” Millicent blustered off.
Hermione was about to follow and explain things properly, but Cho stopped her. It really wasn't worth it.
“So,” Millicent explained in a condescending manner, “we dress as Muggles and then ask people whether they want a trick or a treat!”
“What's a trick? Is that some kind of code?” Marcus Flint demanded.
“Are you still here?” asked Goyle. “How old are you now?”
“Isn't a 'trick' what whores 'turn'?” Blaise asked.
“Oh, I see!” Nott said, “I was wondering whether even Muggles would be stupid enough to turn down a treat in favour of having a trick played on them!”
“Have I got this straight?” queried Flint, doubtfully. “On Halloween, Muggles go round to each others houses offering them sex or a treat? What sort of treat?”
“Probably more sex,” Blaise purred.
“Oh, very well.” Draco gave a long-suffering sigh. “Anything for a charity that puts House Elves back in their place. I'm even prepared to cover Gryffindor Tower for you.” He checked his hair on the way out. “I'm not going to dress up, though. There's no point.” Under his breath he muttered, “I'll start with the Weasel. Might not have time for any more tonight.”
“Draco!” Millicent called after him, but he didn't seem to hear her. “Draco! It's only the twentieth! There's another ten days 'til Halloween!”
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