You Must Be A Veela, Then - For Marguerite_26
Title: You Must Be A Veela, Then
Author:
catalinacat
Rating: R
Word Count: 776
Challenge (Recipient, keywords, and dialogue):
-Written for: marguerite_26
-Keywords: Veela, Vampire, Werewolf
-Dialogue: “Yes, I am evil.”
Summary: Draco has a theory about Harry.
Beta Acknowledgement: thank you so much,
smirking_muse, for being a crazyfast beta!
Author's Note: Well, I wrote this in the midst of a sugar high, so it's rather flirting with the line between crack!fic and humorous fic. Hope you enjoy, nevertheless!
“Looking good, Harry.”
Harry sighed and turned around, hardly surprised to see Draco Malfoy leaning up against the wall with a half empty flute of champagne in his hand, grinning wildly.
“Good evening, Malfoy.”
“I really wish you would cut the ‘Malfoy’ crap. I think we’ve known each other long enough to be on a first name basis, don’t you? Unless, of course, you want to get to know me a little better…” he drawled, “In which case, I would love to oblige.”
“In case you don’t recall, Malfoy, eight out of the eleven years we’ve known each other were spent as bitter enemies. I rather think the whole ‘archrival’ bit justifies last names. And please, please,” Harry was begging now, “Will you stop making passes at me?”
Draco laughed out loud at this, making some of the other guests at this Ministry soiree look over, “Come on, Harry. It’s just a little fuck.”
“I told you already! I can’t!”
“And why not?!”
“Just…” Harry was flustered, not only by the topic of conversation but by Malfoy’s disarmingly charming smile, “Just because!”
“Ohhh, I know what’s going on. This is one of those things where you’re some evil creature and even though you want to bang me, you’re going against your instincts to protect me from yourself.”
Harry’s mouth fell open, “What?! No! Where did that even come from?”
“I knew it. Werewolf?”
“No, Malfoy!”
“Hm… Vampire? I’ve never been adverse to bloodplay, you know. If you’re worried about that being an issue.”
“No! I am NOT a vampire! Or a werewolf!”
“Oh, alright. You must be a veela, then,” he said, matter-of-factly, “And you’re going all Gryffindor on me, thinking that your veela seduction powers are the only thing drawing me to you, and if you had sex with me you would be ‘taking advantage.’ Well, I have news for you, Harry: Here I am, being an advantage. TAKE IT.”
Harry was at a loss for words. How on Earth had Malfoy taken his refusal of casual sex to mean that he was some sort of dark creature?
“Ah, yes. Your silence is very revealing. Veela, it is.”
“No! I am most certainly not a veela! And I’m not a vampire, werewolf, or even a bloody hinkypunk!”
“That’s just as well. I have zero intention of buggering a hinkypunk. A hot hunk of smokin’ veela, on the other hand…”
“I think I was just traumatized for the rest of my life. I will never be able to look Fleur in the eye again. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have sex without being assaulted by images of you on my mind.”
Grinning, Draco merely replied, “I see nothing wrong with me being the only thing you think of during sex. Want to try it out now?”
“Ugh!” Harry smacked his forehead. “Why? Why do you plague me so?”
“Because without me your life would be incredibly dull.”
Harry paused, “You have no idea how much it hurts to say this: You’re probably right.”
“Aha! Success at last!” Draco was grinning madly, “I knew you’d come to your senses sooner or later. Now about a date… I’m sure I’ve mentioned my interest in you before?”
“Yes,” Harry chuckled, “that came across loud and clear.”
“Well then. How about dinner tomorrow? Let’s say… eight o’clock at the Leaky? We can get wondrously drunk and then head to one of those fabulous gay bars and get even more wasted. Then we can go back to my place and have amazing sex that will be totally allowable because we’ll be too drunk to know better! It’ll be great!”
The look on Draco’s face - which actually reminded Harry of a young boy on Christmas morning who woke up to a Firebolt under the tree - was impossible to resist. Harry laughed and sighed, “Sure, Draco. I’m free tomorrow night.”
And with that, Draco took Harry by the arm and dragged him off to one of the various alcoves the Ministry had so graciously included in their floor plan of the Ball Room. Nobody seemed to notice when they returned twenty minutes later, a bit flushed around the face.
The Next Night. One O’Clock A.M.
“Harry, look! I was right all along! You are an evil, dark creature; a vampire, in fact.”
Draco guided Harry’s eyes to the bite marks on his hip, which had little to do with vampires, and everything to do with Harry.
Harry just chuckled and patted Draco on the arm, “Yes, you’re right, I am evil.”
And he proceeded to prove just how evil he was for the rest of that very long night.
Author:
catalinacat
Rating: R
Word Count: 776
Challenge (Recipient, keywords, and dialogue):
-Written for: marguerite_26
-Keywords: Veela, Vampire, Werewolf
-Dialogue: “Yes, I am evil.”
Summary: Draco has a theory about Harry.
Beta Acknowledgement: thank you so much,
smirking_muse, for being a crazyfast beta!
Author's Note: Well, I wrote this in the midst of a sugar high, so it's rather flirting with the line between crack!fic and humorous fic. Hope you enjoy, nevertheless!
“Looking good, Harry.”
Harry sighed and turned around, hardly surprised to see Draco Malfoy leaning up against the wall with a half empty flute of champagne in his hand, grinning wildly.
“Good evening, Malfoy.”
“I really wish you would cut the ‘Malfoy’ crap. I think we’ve known each other long enough to be on a first name basis, don’t you? Unless, of course, you want to get to know me a little better…” he drawled, “In which case, I would love to oblige.”
“In case you don’t recall, Malfoy, eight out of the eleven years we’ve known each other were spent as bitter enemies. I rather think the whole ‘archrival’ bit justifies last names. And please, please,” Harry was begging now, “Will you stop making passes at me?”
Draco laughed out loud at this, making some of the other guests at this Ministry soiree look over, “Come on, Harry. It’s just a little fuck.”
“I told you already! I can’t!”
“And why not?!”
“Just…” Harry was flustered, not only by the topic of conversation but by Malfoy’s disarmingly charming smile, “Just because!”
“Ohhh, I know what’s going on. This is one of those things where you’re some evil creature and even though you want to bang me, you’re going against your instincts to protect me from yourself.”
Harry’s mouth fell open, “What?! No! Where did that even come from?”
“I knew it. Werewolf?”
“No, Malfoy!”
“Hm… Vampire? I’ve never been adverse to bloodplay, you know. If you’re worried about that being an issue.”
“No! I am NOT a vampire! Or a werewolf!”
“Oh, alright. You must be a veela, then,” he said, matter-of-factly, “And you’re going all Gryffindor on me, thinking that your veela seduction powers are the only thing drawing me to you, and if you had sex with me you would be ‘taking advantage.’ Well, I have news for you, Harry: Here I am, being an advantage. TAKE IT.”
Harry was at a loss for words. How on Earth had Malfoy taken his refusal of casual sex to mean that he was some sort of dark creature?
“Ah, yes. Your silence is very revealing. Veela, it is.”
“No! I am most certainly not a veela! And I’m not a vampire, werewolf, or even a bloody hinkypunk!”
“That’s just as well. I have zero intention of buggering a hinkypunk. A hot hunk of smokin’ veela, on the other hand…”
“I think I was just traumatized for the rest of my life. I will never be able to look Fleur in the eye again. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have sex without being assaulted by images of you on my mind.”
Grinning, Draco merely replied, “I see nothing wrong with me being the only thing you think of during sex. Want to try it out now?”
“Ugh!” Harry smacked his forehead. “Why? Why do you plague me so?”
“Because without me your life would be incredibly dull.”
Harry paused, “You have no idea how much it hurts to say this: You’re probably right.”
“Aha! Success at last!” Draco was grinning madly, “I knew you’d come to your senses sooner or later. Now about a date… I’m sure I’ve mentioned my interest in you before?”
“Yes,” Harry chuckled, “that came across loud and clear.”
“Well then. How about dinner tomorrow? Let’s say… eight o’clock at the Leaky? We can get wondrously drunk and then head to one of those fabulous gay bars and get even more wasted. Then we can go back to my place and have amazing sex that will be totally allowable because we’ll be too drunk to know better! It’ll be great!”
The look on Draco’s face - which actually reminded Harry of a young boy on Christmas morning who woke up to a Firebolt under the tree - was impossible to resist. Harry laughed and sighed, “Sure, Draco. I’m free tomorrow night.”
And with that, Draco took Harry by the arm and dragged him off to one of the various alcoves the Ministry had so graciously included in their floor plan of the Ball Room. Nobody seemed to notice when they returned twenty minutes later, a bit flushed around the face.
The Next Night. One O’Clock A.M.
“Harry, look! I was right all along! You are an evil, dark creature; a vampire, in fact.”
Draco guided Harry’s eyes to the bite marks on his hip, which had little to do with vampires, and everything to do with Harry.
Harry just chuckled and patted Draco on the arm, “Yes, you’re right, I am evil.”
And he proceeded to prove just how evil he was for the rest of that very long night.