Summary Executions XXXV: Sex, lies, and Rita Skeeter
Title: Sex, lies and Rita Skeeter.
Author: tree_and_leaf
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hagrid.
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
'Summery' it's based on: Cliched plot, Harry and Draco meet at a party, they drink, they sex.
Summary: Harry is trying to do Ernie Macmillan a favour, and avoid Hagrid's latest experiment. Draco just wants to party - sort of.
Author's Note:This is my first published HP fanfic, I'm afraid...
“Ernie gives lousy parties” muttered Harry. But Macmillan had decided to go into politics, and wanted the Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldemort’s help. Ernie was certainly more decent than Fudge or Scrimgeour, so Harry had agreed. Chiefly because he was up to date with the DADA marking and the only other alternative was helping Hagrid catalogue the results of another dubious experiment.
Harry glanced round the room, and realised that everyone else Ernie had invited was at least forty. Except… Oh, no.
Draco Malfoy. What was he doing there? He had been keeping a low profile since the end of the war, to general relief, and Harry didn’t want to start socialising with him now.
On the other hand, he was standing by the punch.
***
“This is a lousy party” said Malfoy. It was the first thing he had said to Harry, other than “Evening, Potter”, about ten drinks ago.
“Well, why did you come?”
Malfoy, swaying gently, paused, and said quietly, “Don’t get asked to many parties. Even awful ones.” He contemplated the melon cube in his glass in a melancholy manner.
“No more alcohol for you, Malfoy,” Harry said firmly. “Er… I’ll see if I can find some Gillywater… Oh not her.”
Rita Skeeter’s voice drifted from the hall. “I’ve got to get out of here” he muttered.
***
“Where are we going?” whined Draco.
“I didn’t invite you.”
“You promised me Gillywater.”
“There won’t be any Gillywater. Just tea. But more importantly, no Rita.”
“Tea is good,” said Draco, in a glazed sort of way. Harry sighed, and resigned himself to the inevitable.
***
“Nice of you ter give me a hand after all” said Hagrid, crashing a large mug of tea down beside Harry. “Di’n’ realise they’d all spawn at once.”
Harry shrugged. “Only went as a favour to Ernie, and then Skeeter turned up.”
Hagrid’s face darkened. “Like to see her show her ruddy face round here.” Then he added, quietly, “I am a bit surprised you brought him. Not but what he’s improved.”
Draco, oblivious, was carefully parting the many legs of a soft, hairy creature. “Think it’s a girl” he said happily. It seemed, worryingly, to be the most fun he’d had in ages.
“I couldn’t leave him to Skeeter. You know what she’s like. What are those, anyway?”
“Firecrab-puffskein cross.”
“What!” Simultaneously Draco squeaked “Ow! It bit me!”
“Oh, defini’ely a girl, then,” said Hagrid enthusiastically. “The males jus’ breathe fire.”
The others stared incredulously at him. Blood trickled slowly down Draco’s hand, and, unnoticed, the long thin tongue of the fireskein sneaked up and licked it off.
“Oh don’ worry” said Hagrid. “They’re no’ poisonous. Leastways, I don’ think so.”
Harry sighed, and wrote down “No 1, F.”
“Ar, remember yer detention in firs’ year? Jus’ like old times. Only the Defence teacher isn’ tryin’ to kill anyone.”
“Wouldn’t bet on it, I was having a perfectly safe evening until Potter turned up” muttered Malfoy, but there was hardly any malice in his tone.
Fin.
Author: tree_and_leaf
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hagrid.
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
'Summery' it's based on: Cliched plot, Harry and Draco meet at a party, they drink, they sex.
Summary: Harry is trying to do Ernie Macmillan a favour, and avoid Hagrid's latest experiment. Draco just wants to party - sort of.
Author's Note:This is my first published HP fanfic, I'm afraid...
“Ernie gives lousy parties” muttered Harry. But Macmillan had decided to go into politics, and wanted the Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldemort’s help. Ernie was certainly more decent than Fudge or Scrimgeour, so Harry had agreed. Chiefly because he was up to date with the DADA marking and the only other alternative was helping Hagrid catalogue the results of another dubious experiment.
Harry glanced round the room, and realised that everyone else Ernie had invited was at least forty. Except… Oh, no.
Draco Malfoy. What was he doing there? He had been keeping a low profile since the end of the war, to general relief, and Harry didn’t want to start socialising with him now.
On the other hand, he was standing by the punch.
***
“This is a lousy party” said Malfoy. It was the first thing he had said to Harry, other than “Evening, Potter”, about ten drinks ago.
“Well, why did you come?”
Malfoy, swaying gently, paused, and said quietly, “Don’t get asked to many parties. Even awful ones.” He contemplated the melon cube in his glass in a melancholy manner.
“No more alcohol for you, Malfoy,” Harry said firmly. “Er… I’ll see if I can find some Gillywater… Oh not her.”
Rita Skeeter’s voice drifted from the hall. “I’ve got to get out of here” he muttered.
***
“Where are we going?” whined Draco.
“I didn’t invite you.”
“You promised me Gillywater.”
“There won’t be any Gillywater. Just tea. But more importantly, no Rita.”
“Tea is good,” said Draco, in a glazed sort of way. Harry sighed, and resigned himself to the inevitable.
***
“Nice of you ter give me a hand after all” said Hagrid, crashing a large mug of tea down beside Harry. “Di’n’ realise they’d all spawn at once.”
Harry shrugged. “Only went as a favour to Ernie, and then Skeeter turned up.”
Hagrid’s face darkened. “Like to see her show her ruddy face round here.” Then he added, quietly, “I am a bit surprised you brought him. Not but what he’s improved.”
Draco, oblivious, was carefully parting the many legs of a soft, hairy creature. “Think it’s a girl” he said happily. It seemed, worryingly, to be the most fun he’d had in ages.
“I couldn’t leave him to Skeeter. You know what she’s like. What are those, anyway?”
“Firecrab-puffskein cross.”
“What!” Simultaneously Draco squeaked “Ow! It bit me!”
“Oh, defini’ely a girl, then,” said Hagrid enthusiastically. “The males jus’ breathe fire.”
The others stared incredulously at him. Blood trickled slowly down Draco’s hand, and, unnoticed, the long thin tongue of the fireskein sneaked up and licked it off.
“Oh don’ worry” said Hagrid. “They’re no’ poisonous. Leastways, I don’ think so.”
Harry sighed, and wrote down “No 1, F.”
“Ar, remember yer detention in firs’ year? Jus’ like old times. Only the Defence teacher isn’ tryin’ to kill anyone.”
“Wouldn’t bet on it, I was having a perfectly safe evening until Potter turned up” muttered Malfoy, but there was hardly any malice in his tone.
Fin.