Partying with Slytherins Part 2
Title: Partying with Slytherins Part 2
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 365
Warning(s): Mentions of rimming if you squint? But not really...
Summary: The party goes in a different direction for Harry
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This is not for profit, but fun :)
A/N: This was written for hogwarts365 prompt - Millicent Bulstrode
“Er,” Harry started, but was cut short by Pansy’s index finger crushed into his lips, her sharp talons-no way in hell those long, pointed things could be considered nails-poked his right nostril.
“God, you’re dense,” she mused and pushed him onto the dance floor with more force than necessary.
Harry tried not to sneeze. It was a valiant effort, but the nail tickling his nose hair when the she-devil shoved him about was too much. With a violent shudder, Harry’s eyes clamped shut and he sneezed-the strength of it sharply forced Pansy’s finger up his nose.
Pansy Parkinson was picking Harry Potter’s nose at the Slytherin Party with Draco Malfoy right there-grinding his pert arse into Dennis Creevey’s groin.
“Oh. My. God.” Millicent Bulstrode broke the silence surrounding the small group. “That’s so gross.”
“Millie,” someone drawled from Harry’s right. Malfoy flicked his hair out of his metallic eyes and tapped his chin-no longer pointy-with a delicate, aristocratic middle finger, essentially flipping the girl off. “You’re the nastiest thing at this party so maybe you should keep your fat mouth shut.”
“Of course,” Bulstrode continued as if Malfoy hadn’t just insulted her, “you would defend Hero Boy, Draco. Why don’t you just get down on your knees and properly lick his arse?”
Harry, not one to be left out of a fight, especially when his arse was on the line-and he shouldn’t enjoy the idea of Malfoy anywhere near that piece of his anatomy-stepped forward, his hand flexing tightly around his wand. The other partygoers seemed to sense the tension in the center of the room and watched the action with rapt attention.
Some even backed away when they saw Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, staring down Millicent Bulstrode with the same look in his eye as he’d glared at Voldemort before he vanquished the megalomaniac.
“There’s no need to fight,” Malfoy stated as if he were discussing the weather. At first Harry wasn’t sure who the blond was addressing until gray eyes clashed with emerald green. “Maybe she’s right.”
Harry’s brain promptly turned to mush as it supplied him with the most delicious images.
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 365
Warning(s): Mentions of rimming if you squint? But not really...
Summary: The party goes in a different direction for Harry
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This is not for profit, but fun :)
A/N: This was written for hogwarts365 prompt - Millicent Bulstrode
“Er,” Harry started, but was cut short by Pansy’s index finger crushed into his lips, her sharp talons-no way in hell those long, pointed things could be considered nails-poked his right nostril.
“God, you’re dense,” she mused and pushed him onto the dance floor with more force than necessary.
Harry tried not to sneeze. It was a valiant effort, but the nail tickling his nose hair when the she-devil shoved him about was too much. With a violent shudder, Harry’s eyes clamped shut and he sneezed-the strength of it sharply forced Pansy’s finger up his nose.
Pansy Parkinson was picking Harry Potter’s nose at the Slytherin Party with Draco Malfoy right there-grinding his pert arse into Dennis Creevey’s groin.
“Oh. My. God.” Millicent Bulstrode broke the silence surrounding the small group. “That’s so gross.”
“Millie,” someone drawled from Harry’s right. Malfoy flicked his hair out of his metallic eyes and tapped his chin-no longer pointy-with a delicate, aristocratic middle finger, essentially flipping the girl off. “You’re the nastiest thing at this party so maybe you should keep your fat mouth shut.”
“Of course,” Bulstrode continued as if Malfoy hadn’t just insulted her, “you would defend Hero Boy, Draco. Why don’t you just get down on your knees and properly lick his arse?”
Harry, not one to be left out of a fight, especially when his arse was on the line-and he shouldn’t enjoy the idea of Malfoy anywhere near that piece of his anatomy-stepped forward, his hand flexing tightly around his wand. The other partygoers seemed to sense the tension in the center of the room and watched the action with rapt attention.
Some even backed away when they saw Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, staring down Millicent Bulstrode with the same look in his eye as he’d glared at Voldemort before he vanquished the megalomaniac.
“There’s no need to fight,” Malfoy stated as if he were discussing the weather. At first Harry wasn’t sure who the blond was addressing until gray eyes clashed with emerald green. “Maybe she’s right.”
Harry’s brain promptly turned to mush as it supplied him with the most delicious images.