Fic: Wii-zard Championship (R)
Author: softly_sweetly
Title: Wii-zard Championship
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Poor Minerva had turned to drink. She didn't know whose idea it had been to start a Wii-zard Championship as part of the new Muggle Electronics and Artefacts curriculum, but she had a few choice words for them if she ever got her wand on the person.
Warnings: Humour/Crack, EWE, Heavy Suggestion
Total word count: ~1,200
Original prompt request number: 67
Disclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's notes: Written for prompt 67 of the Back to School round at hd_inspired. I hope you enjoy this, fujimiou, and it satisfies your request. Thank you to my lovely betas for the hand-holding and moral support
Betas: potion_lady, Belinda and fbowden.
Wii-zard Championship
"Malfoy you cheating Thestral-buggerer!"
It was highly surprising that such sweet, unassuming creatures as Hufflepuffs could come out with such highly inventive contractions of animals and swear words. But, three and a half weeks into the first Wii-zard Championship, the little badgers were showing a previously unseen competitive streak.
Poor Minerva had turned to drink. She didn't know whose idea it had been to start a Wii-zard Championship as part of the new Muggle Electronics and Artefacts curriculum, but she had a few choice words for the culprits if she ever got her wand on them.
What had begun as a way to promote unity and recreation between Houses had soon degenerated into an altogether more serious beast. With its own page in the Daily Prophet's Sports section.
Citing wisdom, the Ravenclaws had dropped out of the tournament at the half-way stage, but everyone knew it was a cover-up for the fact that they were absolute rubbish on the Wii. The bulk of the competition was between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but Hufflepuff were also putting up a good fight. They had won the third year championship, leading to two full days where Hufflepuffs could preen and parade around the school as though they owned it.
Sadly Slytherin put a stop to this in the fourth year championship, where Maggie Doyle thrashed her Hufflepuff co-finalist, Richard White, in straight sets at tennis.
The first year championship had gone to Slytherin as well, and the second had been marked as a void match, when the boxing stepped out of the ring and onto the playing pitch, a complaint over low blows on the part of Gryffindor player Nick Holt soon turning into a scrap that took three teachers to break up.
Gryffindor had recovered from the early setbacks, and had won both the fifth and the sixth year championships, which meant that everything hinged on the final game of the Wii-zard Championship, between the two remaining seventh years. Whoever won this game would not only gain the Wii for their common room, but would be recognised as the greatest Wii-zard in the school.
Wii-zard, not Wii-tch, because predictably, the Slytherin and Gryffindor contenders poised to do bloody battle with their trusty remotes were the two who fate always pitted against each other.
And Harry Potter knew that Draco Malfoy was the better Wii-zard. The prettier one, too, but that held no relevance to the current predicament Harry found himself in. He'd have been okay if it were golf, which he was surprisingly good at. But the game drawn for the final was Guitar Hero. Harry could barely sing in tune, so hitting all the right notes for six different Aerosmith songs was far beyond his capabilities…
~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~
Walking morosely through the hallways, Harry scuffed his shoes and bemoaned his luck. The final of the Wii-zard Championship was tomorrow evening, and Harry's fingers were twitching randomly, in an attempt at preparation for the showdown. He knew, deep in his heart, that he would not win, and Harry didn't think he could take the shame of losing on a Muggle game console to the purest of pure-blood wizards.
Deciding that a few hours of midnight practice would do him no harm, Harry snuck off to the staffroom under his Invisibility Cloak, trying to remember the note sequence for Walk This Way. He was so busy trying to memorize the difficult bridge that he forgot to check the staffroom was empty, and just waltzed right in.
The Wii had been left on, but Harry couldn't see anyone in the room.
"Uuungh."
Harry wasn't expecting that, and he crept forwards slowly, inching around the sofa and spotting Draco Malfoy sprawled out on the floor, trousers tangled around one ankle, and his tie askew. Biting on his fist to stop himself groaning, Harry gorged his eyes on the sight of Draco's flushed red cock, the way it was prettily encased in pale fingers that moved up and down restlessly, the other hand draped between his legs.
Assuming Draco had forgotten to turn the Wii off when he’d finished, Harry was about to leave when he noticed there was only one Wii remote on the top of the box. Slowly, he scanned his eyes over the room, happening to catch Draco as he pulled his hand away from his thigh. It turned out, his hand hadn't been idly draped, it had in fact been pressing the vibrating Wii remote against Draco's arse, and apparently causing such delicious feelings that it was only a few seconds before Draco was pressing it back into place.
Sidling over to the side cabinet, Harry opened a drawer, glad Draco was making so much noise, as it hid the sound of him rifling through the contents. Finding the camera that had been confiscated from a third year Slytherin, who had claimed to be taking photos for the Daily Prophet, but had actually been using the flash to blind the opponents of whichever Slytherin he was playing, Harry snapped two quick photos before retreating out of the staffroom and back up to bed.
~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~
Everyone had commented on how relaxed Harry seemed in the lead-up to the final game, but he just smiled mysteriously and kept quiet. In fact, the first thing he said all day was as he was walking to the Great Hall, where the final would be held, and saw Draco up ahead of him.
"Hey, Malfoy?"
"Here to beg for my mercy? You won't get it, Potter. I'm going to riff you so hard, your spectacles will crack."
"Riff me?" Harry quirked a brow, shoving his shoulder against Malfoy and ducking both of them into an alcove.
"This counts as match tampering, trying to break my arms."
"Oh shut up, I didn’t hit you that hard. Besides, I don't need to tamper with the match; you're going to blow it." Draco spluttered in disbelief, his face a mask of amusement until Harry pulled one of the photos out of his pocket. "Or that gets shown to every Wizarding newspaper in Europe."
Leaving Draco beet-red with embarrassment, Harry stepped out of the alcove and swaggered off to the Great Hall, feeling mightily proud of his cunning little plan.
~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~
Thirty-seven minutes later, Harry was sat on the floor of the Great Hall, staring morosely at the Wii and wondering why he'd thought Malfoy would crumble in the face of blackmail. Hearing footsteps behind him, Harry assumed it was another Gryffindor come to tell him what a disgrace he was to the House. Turning around to inform them exactly what they could do, and to which inhabitant of the Forbidden Forest they could do it to, Harry was shocked to see Draco walking across the hall, not stopping until he was stood over Harry.
"You didn't honestly think you could win, did you?"
"I didn't count on you being such an exhibitionist."
"I heard two camera clicks, but saw one photo. Which means the other one is tucked under your pillow with your favourite sock."
Harry blushed and spluttered, the actions increasing tenfold when Draco opened his robes and revealed himself to be naked underneath.
"Care for some tutoring on the more enjoyable uses a vibrating Wii remote can be put to?"
~fin
Title: Wii-zard Championship
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Poor Minerva had turned to drink. She didn't know whose idea it had been to start a Wii-zard Championship as part of the new Muggle Electronics and Artefacts curriculum, but she had a few choice words for them if she ever got her wand on the person.
Warnings: Humour/Crack, EWE, Heavy Suggestion
Total word count: ~1,200
Original prompt request number: 67
Disclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's notes: Written for prompt 67 of the Back to School round at hd_inspired. I hope you enjoy this, fujimiou, and it satisfies your request. Thank you to my lovely betas for the hand-holding and moral support
Betas: potion_lady, Belinda and fbowden.
Wii-zard Championship
"Malfoy you cheating Thestral-buggerer!"
It was highly surprising that such sweet, unassuming creatures as Hufflepuffs could come out with such highly inventive contractions of animals and swear words. But, three and a half weeks into the first Wii-zard Championship, the little badgers were showing a previously unseen competitive streak.
Poor Minerva had turned to drink. She didn't know whose idea it had been to start a Wii-zard Championship as part of the new Muggle Electronics and Artefacts curriculum, but she had a few choice words for the culprits if she ever got her wand on them.
What had begun as a way to promote unity and recreation between Houses had soon degenerated into an altogether more serious beast. With its own page in the Daily Prophet's Sports section.
Citing wisdom, the Ravenclaws had dropped out of the tournament at the half-way stage, but everyone knew it was a cover-up for the fact that they were absolute rubbish on the Wii. The bulk of the competition was between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but Hufflepuff were also putting up a good fight. They had won the third year championship, leading to two full days where Hufflepuffs could preen and parade around the school as though they owned it.
Sadly Slytherin put a stop to this in the fourth year championship, where Maggie Doyle thrashed her Hufflepuff co-finalist, Richard White, in straight sets at tennis.
The first year championship had gone to Slytherin as well, and the second had been marked as a void match, when the boxing stepped out of the ring and onto the playing pitch, a complaint over low blows on the part of Gryffindor player Nick Holt soon turning into a scrap that took three teachers to break up.
Gryffindor had recovered from the early setbacks, and had won both the fifth and the sixth year championships, which meant that everything hinged on the final game of the Wii-zard Championship, between the two remaining seventh years. Whoever won this game would not only gain the Wii for their common room, but would be recognised as the greatest Wii-zard in the school.
Wii-zard, not Wii-tch, because predictably, the Slytherin and Gryffindor contenders poised to do bloody battle with their trusty remotes were the two who fate always pitted against each other.
And Harry Potter knew that Draco Malfoy was the better Wii-zard. The prettier one, too, but that held no relevance to the current predicament Harry found himself in. He'd have been okay if it were golf, which he was surprisingly good at. But the game drawn for the final was Guitar Hero. Harry could barely sing in tune, so hitting all the right notes for six different Aerosmith songs was far beyond his capabilities…
~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~
Walking morosely through the hallways, Harry scuffed his shoes and bemoaned his luck. The final of the Wii-zard Championship was tomorrow evening, and Harry's fingers were twitching randomly, in an attempt at preparation for the showdown. He knew, deep in his heart, that he would not win, and Harry didn't think he could take the shame of losing on a Muggle game console to the purest of pure-blood wizards.
Deciding that a few hours of midnight practice would do him no harm, Harry snuck off to the staffroom under his Invisibility Cloak, trying to remember the note sequence for Walk This Way. He was so busy trying to memorize the difficult bridge that he forgot to check the staffroom was empty, and just waltzed right in.
The Wii had been left on, but Harry couldn't see anyone in the room.
"Uuungh."
Harry wasn't expecting that, and he crept forwards slowly, inching around the sofa and spotting Draco Malfoy sprawled out on the floor, trousers tangled around one ankle, and his tie askew. Biting on his fist to stop himself groaning, Harry gorged his eyes on the sight of Draco's flushed red cock, the way it was prettily encased in pale fingers that moved up and down restlessly, the other hand draped between his legs.
Assuming Draco had forgotten to turn the Wii off when he’d finished, Harry was about to leave when he noticed there was only one Wii remote on the top of the box. Slowly, he scanned his eyes over the room, happening to catch Draco as he pulled his hand away from his thigh. It turned out, his hand hadn't been idly draped, it had in fact been pressing the vibrating Wii remote against Draco's arse, and apparently causing such delicious feelings that it was only a few seconds before Draco was pressing it back into place.
Sidling over to the side cabinet, Harry opened a drawer, glad Draco was making so much noise, as it hid the sound of him rifling through the contents. Finding the camera that had been confiscated from a third year Slytherin, who had claimed to be taking photos for the Daily Prophet, but had actually been using the flash to blind the opponents of whichever Slytherin he was playing, Harry snapped two quick photos before retreating out of the staffroom and back up to bed.
~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~
Everyone had commented on how relaxed Harry seemed in the lead-up to the final game, but he just smiled mysteriously and kept quiet. In fact, the first thing he said all day was as he was walking to the Great Hall, where the final would be held, and saw Draco up ahead of him.
"Hey, Malfoy?"
"Here to beg for my mercy? You won't get it, Potter. I'm going to riff you so hard, your spectacles will crack."
"Riff me?" Harry quirked a brow, shoving his shoulder against Malfoy and ducking both of them into an alcove.
"This counts as match tampering, trying to break my arms."
"Oh shut up, I didn’t hit you that hard. Besides, I don't need to tamper with the match; you're going to blow it." Draco spluttered in disbelief, his face a mask of amusement until Harry pulled one of the photos out of his pocket. "Or that gets shown to every Wizarding newspaper in Europe."
Leaving Draco beet-red with embarrassment, Harry stepped out of the alcove and swaggered off to the Great Hall, feeling mightily proud of his cunning little plan.
~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~
Thirty-seven minutes later, Harry was sat on the floor of the Great Hall, staring morosely at the Wii and wondering why he'd thought Malfoy would crumble in the face of blackmail. Hearing footsteps behind him, Harry assumed it was another Gryffindor come to tell him what a disgrace he was to the House. Turning around to inform them exactly what they could do, and to which inhabitant of the Forbidden Forest they could do it to, Harry was shocked to see Draco walking across the hall, not stopping until he was stood over Harry.
"You didn't honestly think you could win, did you?"
"I didn't count on you being such an exhibitionist."
"I heard two camera clicks, but saw one photo. Which means the other one is tucked under your pillow with your favourite sock."
Harry blushed and spluttered, the actions increasing tenfold when Draco opened his robes and revealed himself to be naked underneath.
"Care for some tutoring on the more enjoyable uses a vibrating Wii remote can be put to?"
~fin