Azkatraz wrapup post #1
Massively busy because I'm supposed to be studying for the bar, but I'm going to post really quickly, more details to come.
Had massive amounts of fun and met a ton of people on my flist or whom I have admired from afar, as well as some peeps from Prophecy.
But for today, a drabble I wrote for supes_:
Title: Detour
Pairing/prompt: Harry/Pansy, on a school trip to London
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is fair use.
Notes: It's a con drabble, so...lot of mistakes.
"Harry, hurry up!" Hermione stood at the common room door, one foot already through, hand impatiently on her hip.
Harry dashed down the stairs, his shoes still untied. He half-tripped down the last step, and stooped to tie them. "You two go on ahead, I'll catch up."
Ron poked his head over Hermione's shoulder. "See you in a moment, mate."
Hermione gave Harry an exasperated look and followed Ron away.
Harry finished tying his shoelaces and then ran down the hall towards the entrance.
Halfway there, he realized he had left his wallet on his bed, and had to dash back.
By the time he got to the front entrance, the rest of the year was already walking down the path to the gate.
Shape looked down his long nose at Harry as he ran up to the group, out of breath. "Potter. You're late."
Professor Sprout gave Harry a nod. "Since you and Miss Parkinson were both late, you will be partners for the trip."
Harry glanced o er and noticed the Pansy was looking disheveled as well. She made a face at Sprout's words. Draco was standing next to her and turned to glare at Harry. He whispered something in Pansy's ear, but she shrugged him off.
Harry started to head over to Ron and Hermione, but Sprout clapped her hands and waved her wand through the air. "Everyone hold hands with your partner and gather around me!"
A thick coil of rope lay around her feet. Harry shuffled over to Pansy and they shot mutual venomous looks before grasping hands, each picking up the rope with the other hand.
The trip through London. Was tedious. Harry had to chase after Pansy to keep track of her, as Sprout had insisted all partners keep within reach of each other. He couldn't chat with Ron and Hermione, and Pansy completely ignored him. Oddly enough, she didn't stand by Draco either, instead milling through the group and not talking.
"Paddington station." The mechanical voice announced. "Mind the gap."
The train swayed to a stop, and the doors whooshed open.
Harry had barely caught his balance when Pansy darted around the fat Muggle between them and the door and sprinted out onto the platform. "Pansy!" Harry chased after her, catching her arm before she could head up the stairs. "This isn't our stop!"
She shook his hand off. "I know that, idiot."
Harry heard a whoosh behind him and turned to see the train speeding off. "You made us miss the train!"
"I got off on purpose." Pansy had her arms folded now. "What the hell did *you* get off for?"
"We're supposed to say together!"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a span, Potter." She turned and hopped onto the escalator, and Harry followed.
"Where are we going?"
"Away from you."
"Have you ever been in Muggle London before?"
"Of course I have," Pansy snapped. "Once."
At Harry's raised eyebrow, she grimaced and then nearly fell as the escalator arrived at the top whole she wasn't looking. Harry caught her around the waist and stood her back up.
Pansy flushed. "Stupid Muggle moving staircases."
"So where *are* you going?"
Harry asked as he followed her down Charing Cross road, with honest curiosity this time.
Pansy wrinkled her nose but answered. "A bookstore."
"You stuck off from a trip in the middle of London to go to a bookstore?"
"A Muggle bookstore." Pansy sent daggers his way, daring him to say something.
Harry only nodded. After a few minutes of walking, he added, "There's several bookstores here, do you know which one?"
Pansy flushed slightly. "I'll know it when I see it."
"What's the name?"
"The proprietors are Mr. Barnes and Mr. Nobles."
Harry burst out laughing, and Pansy smacked him hard on the arm. "Oh up yours! You didn't have to come with me in the first place."
Harry grinned as he rubbed the sore spot on his arm. "Bet I could find it."
Pansy's face stopped looking mad and started looking interested. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Harry approached an elderly woman walking the opposite way on the sidewalk. "Excuse me, madam, do you know which way the Barnes and Noble is?"
"South, dear." She pointed. "Another two blocks. You can't miss it."
"Thanks!" Harry turned back to Pansy with a triumphant grin, and she smiled back.
Harry walked down the rows after Pansy as she pulled small white books off the shelves and flipped through them.
"What are these?" Harry picked one up and opened it, examining the images. "Comics?"
"They're called 'man-ga', I think."
Harry flipped to another page. He yelped. "They're--Oh my God, Pansy, are you buying Muggle porn?"
"No!" Pansy hissed angrily, snatching the book from his hand.
Harry realized that people nearby were staring and ducked his head.
"They're just drawings." Pansy was blushing furiously now.
"Of people naked! Having sex!" The image of the two men intertwined was now permanently etched into Harry's brain.
"So?" Pansy grabbed her books and headed for the exit.
Harry could only marvel at the idea the Pansy Parkinson was buying Muggle gay porn.
Outside, Pansy said, "I'm going to a pub.... You coming?"
"Yeah."
She led the way across the street and ordered two pints of ale. Harry took his without protest. "So why all the cloak and dagger? There's magic porn, right?" Harry grinned at her reaction. It was fun to make Pansy blush.
"My parents put anti-filth charms on everything. Magical stuff sets off an alarm but Muggle books don't." She turned and waved at the barkeeper. "You got a match?"
She slid a cigarette out of her jacket pocket, and the bartender tossed a lighter at her. Pansy held it up and peered at it quizzically. Harry too it from her and flicked it on. Aunt Marge had been a smoker.
"So is this contraband too?"
Pansy placed the cigarette between her lips and leaned over so he could light it. She pulled back and gave a puff. They hate everything Muggle too."
She looked Harry up and down appraisingly. "You know, Potter, you're not so much an arse as I thought."
Harry's lips twitched upward. "Thanks." And he meant it.
Had massive amounts of fun and met a ton of people on my flist or whom I have admired from afar, as well as some peeps from Prophecy.
But for today, a drabble I wrote for supes_:
Title: Detour
Pairing/prompt: Harry/Pansy, on a school trip to London
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is fair use.
Notes: It's a con drabble, so...lot of mistakes.
"Harry, hurry up!" Hermione stood at the common room door, one foot already through, hand impatiently on her hip.
Harry dashed down the stairs, his shoes still untied. He half-tripped down the last step, and stooped to tie them. "You two go on ahead, I'll catch up."
Ron poked his head over Hermione's shoulder. "See you in a moment, mate."
Hermione gave Harry an exasperated look and followed Ron away.
Harry finished tying his shoelaces and then ran down the hall towards the entrance.
Halfway there, he realized he had left his wallet on his bed, and had to dash back.
By the time he got to the front entrance, the rest of the year was already walking down the path to the gate.
Shape looked down his long nose at Harry as he ran up to the group, out of breath. "Potter. You're late."
Professor Sprout gave Harry a nod. "Since you and Miss Parkinson were both late, you will be partners for the trip."
Harry glanced o er and noticed the Pansy was looking disheveled as well. She made a face at Sprout's words. Draco was standing next to her and turned to glare at Harry. He whispered something in Pansy's ear, but she shrugged him off.
Harry started to head over to Ron and Hermione, but Sprout clapped her hands and waved her wand through the air. "Everyone hold hands with your partner and gather around me!"
A thick coil of rope lay around her feet. Harry shuffled over to Pansy and they shot mutual venomous looks before grasping hands, each picking up the rope with the other hand.
The trip through London. Was tedious. Harry had to chase after Pansy to keep track of her, as Sprout had insisted all partners keep within reach of each other. He couldn't chat with Ron and Hermione, and Pansy completely ignored him. Oddly enough, she didn't stand by Draco either, instead milling through the group and not talking.
"Paddington station." The mechanical voice announced. "Mind the gap."
The train swayed to a stop, and the doors whooshed open.
Harry had barely caught his balance when Pansy darted around the fat Muggle between them and the door and sprinted out onto the platform. "Pansy!" Harry chased after her, catching her arm before she could head up the stairs. "This isn't our stop!"
She shook his hand off. "I know that, idiot."
Harry heard a whoosh behind him and turned to see the train speeding off. "You made us miss the train!"
"I got off on purpose." Pansy had her arms folded now. "What the hell did *you* get off for?"
"We're supposed to say together!"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a span, Potter." She turned and hopped onto the escalator, and Harry followed.
"Where are we going?"
"Away from you."
"Have you ever been in Muggle London before?"
"Of course I have," Pansy snapped. "Once."
At Harry's raised eyebrow, she grimaced and then nearly fell as the escalator arrived at the top whole she wasn't looking. Harry caught her around the waist and stood her back up.
Pansy flushed. "Stupid Muggle moving staircases."
"So where *are* you going?"
Harry asked as he followed her down Charing Cross road, with honest curiosity this time.
Pansy wrinkled her nose but answered. "A bookstore."
"You stuck off from a trip in the middle of London to go to a bookstore?"
"A Muggle bookstore." Pansy sent daggers his way, daring him to say something.
Harry only nodded. After a few minutes of walking, he added, "There's several bookstores here, do you know which one?"
Pansy flushed slightly. "I'll know it when I see it."
"What's the name?"
"The proprietors are Mr. Barnes and Mr. Nobles."
Harry burst out laughing, and Pansy smacked him hard on the arm. "Oh up yours! You didn't have to come with me in the first place."
Harry grinned as he rubbed the sore spot on his arm. "Bet I could find it."
Pansy's face stopped looking mad and started looking interested. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Harry approached an elderly woman walking the opposite way on the sidewalk. "Excuse me, madam, do you know which way the Barnes and Noble is?"
"South, dear." She pointed. "Another two blocks. You can't miss it."
"Thanks!" Harry turned back to Pansy with a triumphant grin, and she smiled back.
Harry walked down the rows after Pansy as she pulled small white books off the shelves and flipped through them.
"What are these?" Harry picked one up and opened it, examining the images. "Comics?"
"They're called 'man-ga', I think."
Harry flipped to another page. He yelped. "They're--Oh my God, Pansy, are you buying Muggle porn?"
"No!" Pansy hissed angrily, snatching the book from his hand.
Harry realized that people nearby were staring and ducked his head.
"They're just drawings." Pansy was blushing furiously now.
"Of people naked! Having sex!" The image of the two men intertwined was now permanently etched into Harry's brain.
"So?" Pansy grabbed her books and headed for the exit.
Harry could only marvel at the idea the Pansy Parkinson was buying Muggle gay porn.
Outside, Pansy said, "I'm going to a pub.... You coming?"
"Yeah."
She led the way across the street and ordered two pints of ale. Harry took his without protest. "So why all the cloak and dagger? There's magic porn, right?" Harry grinned at her reaction. It was fun to make Pansy blush.
"My parents put anti-filth charms on everything. Magical stuff sets off an alarm but Muggle books don't." She turned and waved at the barkeeper. "You got a match?"
She slid a cigarette out of her jacket pocket, and the bartender tossed a lighter at her. Pansy held it up and peered at it quizzically. Harry too it from her and flicked it on. Aunt Marge had been a smoker.
"So is this contraband too?"
Pansy placed the cigarette between her lips and leaned over so he could light it. She pulled back and gave a puff. They hate everything Muggle too."
She looked Harry up and down appraisingly. "You know, Potter, you're not so much an arse as I thought."
Harry's lips twitched upward. "Thanks." And he meant it.