Crazy People - Part 2 (H/D, PG-13)
This little entry is the second part of "Crazy People" written in response to the ongoing competitiveness of the dracoharry100 weekly challenges. In particular, it is in response to one fic posted by the Death Eaters (33 drabbles).
Title: Crazy People - Part 2
Author: sesheta_66
Team: Aurors
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1900 (100 x 19 drabbles)
Challenges: dracoharry100's prompt of "amazement." It also fits well into this week's AWDT challenge of "Everyone knows that stories are imaginary."
Summary: Draco lends a helping hand; Harry is not impressed.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
To catch up, read Crazy People - Part 1.
"I don't believe this! They're at it again! Would you just look at this?" Draco was at the computer ... again ... and now he was talking animatedly to it. "Do these people have nothing better to do with their time? Are we really that interesting to write about?
That last bit got Harry's attention. "By we, you don't mean the two of us, do you?"
Draco wheeled around, looking taken aback. By the look on his face, he hadn't realized that Harry was there, and was amazed that he had been caught talking.
"Are you on that site again?"
"Well ... um ... yes?"
"You're amazing, you know that?"
"Why thank you," he said, smiling at the misunderstood compliment.
"It wasn't a compliment, prat. I mean that it astounds me ... how should I put this? Right. See, you're complaining that they take the time to write about us, but apparently they do a good enough job of it that you keep going back to read it all."
"Good? This stuff is bloody brilliant! You should read --" Draco's words ended abruptly and he turned back to the computer. "Forget it."
Something clicked. Harry's Slytherin sensor just went off.
For some reason, Draco didn't want him reading what was posted on that site. Only he had slipped up. It happened so rarely that Harry had a sudden sense of ... what was that feeling? Amazement. Yes, that was it. Now it was time to embrace his own inner Slytherin.
"I'm sorry, Draco." That worked. His boyfriend spun around to look at him in amazement. "I really wasn't being fair the other day. Maybe I should read some of this stuff. You know ... take more of an interest in the same things as you." Draco's reaction was absolutely classic.
There was a fleeting look of panic in his eyes. Oh, anyone else would have easily mistaken it for amazement at Harry's change of heart, but Harry knew better. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, but it had been there. Harry was sure of it. Now he'd enjoy watching Draco slither his way out of this one.
"Oh, that's alright, Harry. I know you're busy, and you've more important things to do once you get home. I mean, sure, we could ... but no. You've had a long week. It's Friday night and you deserve to relax."
Oh, he's good. He's really good. But he's not the only one who can be sneaky, not by a long shot. "Okay, then. Can I get you something to drink while I'm in the kitchen?"
Relief washed over Draco's features like a wave in the ocean. Again, it was gone in an instant, but Harry saw it. Amazingly, Harry sees everything now. There were definitely perks to be had living with a Slytherin. Lessons to be learned. Tactics to be honed. Draco ... you should be more careful what you teach me, in case this particular student surpasses the teacher.
Harry didn't really think he'd surpass Draco. Not at being a Slytherin anyway. But once in a while ... hell, just once ... would be nice. What was it that Draco always said? Oh, yes ... Observe, Harry. Watch everything. Take everything in. Pay attention to reactions, however minor, however fleeting. People caught off guard need a moment to compose themselves. It could be the blink of an eye, but if you really pay attention, you'll see it. Usually in their face, but sometimes other body language gives it away. Harry was watching, amazed as Draco just gave it away!
He turned Draco around in his chair, and leaned over to give him a slow and meaningful kiss, his hands placed on the back of the chair. With a slight wave of his wand, he easily transferred the website address onto a piece of parchment for later.
"Butterbeer okay with you?" he asked.
"Sure. Thanks."
"Some crisps?"
"Um ... er ... okay ... sure."
Amazed at his ingenuity, Harry made his way to the kitchen. He could hear Draco's fingers clicking on the keyboard.
As Harry walked back into the room, sure enough there was another website on the computer.
"So, Draco, I really meant what I said, you know. I do want to take an interest in the same things you do. Not everything, and not all the time, but ... well, you seem to spend a lot of time on the computer. And, well ... I miss spending time with you. So if it means that I should find out a bit more about what you like ... well, I'm all for that."
Oooh, that was good, if I do say so myself. Draco can't even deny that.
Looking amazed, Draco's face softened. "Sure, Harry. Anything you want."
"Great!" Harry exclaimed. "Here!" He shoved the tray into Draco's hands. "Shove off. Let me sit there, and then you can show me what to do."
Draco smiled indulgently and gave over the seat. "You really seem interested."
"Are you amazed I'd care? Where are those drib - er, drabbles that you wanted me to read before?" Again he watched Draco's face - this time registering relief. Right. That meant he didn't want Harry to read the new ones, the ones he was reading today. Excellent. Now at least he had an idea about what Draco was hiding from him.
After a while, Draco got fidgety, just like he always did when he drank Butterbeer. Harry was counting on that. He watched Draco get more and more uncomfortable, shifting his eyes from the hallway that led to the loo and the computer screen that Harry was still looking at.
Amazingly, Draco didn't give in. He just kept fidgeting more. Harry thought he'd put Draco out of his misery. "Y'know, Draco, this was interesting. I have to agree with you that they spend an awful lot of time writing about us, but it is rather flattering, in a way."
"Sure. Right."
"Well, I'm done for the night. I think I'll go see what's on the telly." Harry got up and gave Draco a kiss, then made his way to the living room and picked up the remote.
He heard Draco click with the mouse, then walk down the hall to the loo. He immediately went back, pulled out the piece of parchment, and looked at the page that Draco had been reading.
There was a picture of Draco ... an icon. The title of the fic was ... what?! What the hell?!
There, to his amazement: The Deflowering of Harry Potter.
Harry had barely started reading, when he heard Draco come back down the hall. He didn't even try to cover up what he was doing. He kept reading. He heard Draco's footsteps slow, then stop. He kept reading.
Much to his amazement, Draco didn't make any attempt to stop him. He supposed the look on his face was enough to tell that he shouldn't bother. He kept reading.
Strange, but this idontgiveafaux seemed to know an awful lot about their ... about Harry's first time. That was curious.
He's a Death Eater. Hmm. Harry had a suspicion about all this.
"So," Harry said. "That was interesting reading." He tried not to let his anger get the best of him.
"I thought so."
He was amazed that Draco didn't offer a defence.
"So, how do you reckon this writer or Death Eater, or whoever he is, got all this information? I mean, everyone knows that stories are imaginary. I can't imagine how someone could be quite so ... accurate when telling a story."
Draco said nothing. He just stared at the screen behind Harry's head.
"It's you, isn't it? That writer is you!"
Draco burst out laughing. "No, he's not me."
"Then explain how this" - he pointed to the screen - "could have happened." Harry's voice was calm and quiet.
"Oh, alright then! It's not so amazing, you know. I just ... well I surreptitiously slipped a little bit of information in when the Death Eaters were consulting ahead of time. I mean ... they were ROBBED last week, Harry! Robbed! At the very last second, that one Auror just slipped in three more drabbles and ... and ... well, it just wasn't FAIR! So I had to do something."
"So you decided to write this about me? About us?"
"No, you've got it all wrong, Harry. I didn't write anything. He wrote it all. I just ... well I gave him some ideas."
"No, you gave him details ... about our private life ... about our sex life."
"Yes, well ... I got tired of people always getting it wrong, so ... well, I had them get it right for a change."
"It amazes me that you just don't get it. You don't get that this is embarrassing to me. Humiliating, even. It was hard enough to tell our friends. Now you've gone and told a bunch of strangers!"
"But don't you see the beauty of it, Harry? They don't know it's the truth. They have no idea whatsoever. They just think that this guy is a really good writer."
"Bloody brilliant writer, you mean."
"Well, yeah ... it really was a great piece of fanfic, wasn't it?"
"Draco, it was the truth!"
"No, Harry, it was based on the truth. Just like all good literature is. The more truth there is, the better the work. I was amazed at how good a job he did transferring the little bit of information I gave him into this ... awesomeness!"
"Did you just say awesomeness?"
Draco had the good grace to look abashed. "Yeah, well ..."
"You did all this just to help the Death Eaters win?"
"Yeah, well ... they were robbed last time."
"So you said."
"So it was."
Harry rolled his eyes. "And you think this is fair? That you gave them information to help their cause?"
"Well ... I didn't write any of it. I just planted some ideas. I was his plot bunny!"
Harry laughed at that comment. Amazement couldn't begin to describe his feeling about this downright surreal conversation.
"What is a plot bunny?"
"What is a plot bunny?" Draco echoed. "Do you really want to know, or are you just humouring me now?"
"Amazing as this may sound to you, I really do want to know. Go on ... tell me."
"Well," his face grew animated, and his eyes began to dance. "A plot bunny is an idea. But you know how bunnies are. They multiply, right? So a plot bunny starts off as an idea, and then there are more ... and more ... and more ... until suddenly a little bit of information turns into 3300 words of pure H/D joy!"
"What's H/D joy?"
"It's amazing, really, all the short-forms people use. H/D joy is ... well, it's us! Harry and Draco, H/D. Get it?"
"I get it, Draco. Now can we get back to the point?"
"Sure. What point was that?"
"The point was that you disclosed personal information about us to a bunch of strangers."
"Not a bunch, Harry. I only planted the plot bunny in one person's mind."
"Still ..."
"What if I promise never to do it again? Will you forgive me?"
"I'm not sure."
"How about something in the bedroom involving whipped cream?"
"Bring it on!"
Part 3
Title: Crazy People - Part 2
Author: sesheta_66
Team: Aurors
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1900 (100 x 19 drabbles)
Challenges: dracoharry100's prompt of "amazement." It also fits well into this week's AWDT challenge of "Everyone knows that stories are imaginary."
Summary: Draco lends a helping hand; Harry is not impressed.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
To catch up, read Crazy People - Part 1.
"I don't believe this! They're at it again! Would you just look at this?" Draco was at the computer ... again ... and now he was talking animatedly to it. "Do these people have nothing better to do with their time? Are we really that interesting to write about?
That last bit got Harry's attention. "By we, you don't mean the two of us, do you?"
Draco wheeled around, looking taken aback. By the look on his face, he hadn't realized that Harry was there, and was amazed that he had been caught talking.
"Are you on that site again?"
"Well ... um ... yes?"
"You're amazing, you know that?"
"Why thank you," he said, smiling at the misunderstood compliment.
"It wasn't a compliment, prat. I mean that it astounds me ... how should I put this? Right. See, you're complaining that they take the time to write about us, but apparently they do a good enough job of it that you keep going back to read it all."
"Good? This stuff is bloody brilliant! You should read --" Draco's words ended abruptly and he turned back to the computer. "Forget it."
Something clicked. Harry's Slytherin sensor just went off.
For some reason, Draco didn't want him reading what was posted on that site. Only he had slipped up. It happened so rarely that Harry had a sudden sense of ... what was that feeling? Amazement. Yes, that was it. Now it was time to embrace his own inner Slytherin.
"I'm sorry, Draco." That worked. His boyfriend spun around to look at him in amazement. "I really wasn't being fair the other day. Maybe I should read some of this stuff. You know ... take more of an interest in the same things as you." Draco's reaction was absolutely classic.
There was a fleeting look of panic in his eyes. Oh, anyone else would have easily mistaken it for amazement at Harry's change of heart, but Harry knew better. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, but it had been there. Harry was sure of it. Now he'd enjoy watching Draco slither his way out of this one.
"Oh, that's alright, Harry. I know you're busy, and you've more important things to do once you get home. I mean, sure, we could ... but no. You've had a long week. It's Friday night and you deserve to relax."
Oh, he's good. He's really good. But he's not the only one who can be sneaky, not by a long shot. "Okay, then. Can I get you something to drink while I'm in the kitchen?"
Relief washed over Draco's features like a wave in the ocean. Again, it was gone in an instant, but Harry saw it. Amazingly, Harry sees everything now. There were definitely perks to be had living with a Slytherin. Lessons to be learned. Tactics to be honed. Draco ... you should be more careful what you teach me, in case this particular student surpasses the teacher.
Harry didn't really think he'd surpass Draco. Not at being a Slytherin anyway. But once in a while ... hell, just once ... would be nice. What was it that Draco always said? Oh, yes ... Observe, Harry. Watch everything. Take everything in. Pay attention to reactions, however minor, however fleeting. People caught off guard need a moment to compose themselves. It could be the blink of an eye, but if you really pay attention, you'll see it. Usually in their face, but sometimes other body language gives it away. Harry was watching, amazed as Draco just gave it away!
He turned Draco around in his chair, and leaned over to give him a slow and meaningful kiss, his hands placed on the back of the chair. With a slight wave of his wand, he easily transferred the website address onto a piece of parchment for later.
"Butterbeer okay with you?" he asked.
"Sure. Thanks."
"Some crisps?"
"Um ... er ... okay ... sure."
Amazed at his ingenuity, Harry made his way to the kitchen. He could hear Draco's fingers clicking on the keyboard.
As Harry walked back into the room, sure enough there was another website on the computer.
"So, Draco, I really meant what I said, you know. I do want to take an interest in the same things you do. Not everything, and not all the time, but ... well, you seem to spend a lot of time on the computer. And, well ... I miss spending time with you. So if it means that I should find out a bit more about what you like ... well, I'm all for that."
Oooh, that was good, if I do say so myself. Draco can't even deny that.
Looking amazed, Draco's face softened. "Sure, Harry. Anything you want."
"Great!" Harry exclaimed. "Here!" He shoved the tray into Draco's hands. "Shove off. Let me sit there, and then you can show me what to do."
Draco smiled indulgently and gave over the seat. "You really seem interested."
"Are you amazed I'd care? Where are those drib - er, drabbles that you wanted me to read before?" Again he watched Draco's face - this time registering relief. Right. That meant he didn't want Harry to read the new ones, the ones he was reading today. Excellent. Now at least he had an idea about what Draco was hiding from him.
After a while, Draco got fidgety, just like he always did when he drank Butterbeer. Harry was counting on that. He watched Draco get more and more uncomfortable, shifting his eyes from the hallway that led to the loo and the computer screen that Harry was still looking at.
Amazingly, Draco didn't give in. He just kept fidgeting more. Harry thought he'd put Draco out of his misery. "Y'know, Draco, this was interesting. I have to agree with you that they spend an awful lot of time writing about us, but it is rather flattering, in a way."
"Sure. Right."
"Well, I'm done for the night. I think I'll go see what's on the telly." Harry got up and gave Draco a kiss, then made his way to the living room and picked up the remote.
He heard Draco click with the mouse, then walk down the hall to the loo. He immediately went back, pulled out the piece of parchment, and looked at the page that Draco had been reading.
There was a picture of Draco ... an icon. The title of the fic was ... what?! What the hell?!
There, to his amazement: The Deflowering of Harry Potter.
Harry had barely started reading, when he heard Draco come back down the hall. He didn't even try to cover up what he was doing. He kept reading. He heard Draco's footsteps slow, then stop. He kept reading.
Much to his amazement, Draco didn't make any attempt to stop him. He supposed the look on his face was enough to tell that he shouldn't bother. He kept reading.
Strange, but this idontgiveafaux seemed to know an awful lot about their ... about Harry's first time. That was curious.
He's a Death Eater. Hmm. Harry had a suspicion about all this.
"So," Harry said. "That was interesting reading." He tried not to let his anger get the best of him.
"I thought so."
He was amazed that Draco didn't offer a defence.
"So, how do you reckon this writer or Death Eater, or whoever he is, got all this information? I mean, everyone knows that stories are imaginary. I can't imagine how someone could be quite so ... accurate when telling a story."
Draco said nothing. He just stared at the screen behind Harry's head.
"It's you, isn't it? That writer is you!"
Draco burst out laughing. "No, he's not me."
"Then explain how this" - he pointed to the screen - "could have happened." Harry's voice was calm and quiet.
"Oh, alright then! It's not so amazing, you know. I just ... well I surreptitiously slipped a little bit of information in when the Death Eaters were consulting ahead of time. I mean ... they were ROBBED last week, Harry! Robbed! At the very last second, that one Auror just slipped in three more drabbles and ... and ... well, it just wasn't FAIR! So I had to do something."
"So you decided to write this about me? About us?"
"No, you've got it all wrong, Harry. I didn't write anything. He wrote it all. I just ... well I gave him some ideas."
"No, you gave him details ... about our private life ... about our sex life."
"Yes, well ... I got tired of people always getting it wrong, so ... well, I had them get it right for a change."
"It amazes me that you just don't get it. You don't get that this is embarrassing to me. Humiliating, even. It was hard enough to tell our friends. Now you've gone and told a bunch of strangers!"
"But don't you see the beauty of it, Harry? They don't know it's the truth. They have no idea whatsoever. They just think that this guy is a really good writer."
"Bloody brilliant writer, you mean."
"Well, yeah ... it really was a great piece of fanfic, wasn't it?"
"Draco, it was the truth!"
"No, Harry, it was based on the truth. Just like all good literature is. The more truth there is, the better the work. I was amazed at how good a job he did transferring the little bit of information I gave him into this ... awesomeness!"
"Did you just say awesomeness?"
Draco had the good grace to look abashed. "Yeah, well ..."
"You did all this just to help the Death Eaters win?"
"Yeah, well ... they were robbed last time."
"So you said."
"So it was."
Harry rolled his eyes. "And you think this is fair? That you gave them information to help their cause?"
"Well ... I didn't write any of it. I just planted some ideas. I was his plot bunny!"
Harry laughed at that comment. Amazement couldn't begin to describe his feeling about this downright surreal conversation.
"What is a plot bunny?"
"What is a plot bunny?" Draco echoed. "Do you really want to know, or are you just humouring me now?"
"Amazing as this may sound to you, I really do want to know. Go on ... tell me."
"Well," his face grew animated, and his eyes began to dance. "A plot bunny is an idea. But you know how bunnies are. They multiply, right? So a plot bunny starts off as an idea, and then there are more ... and more ... and more ... until suddenly a little bit of information turns into 3300 words of pure H/D joy!"
"What's H/D joy?"
"It's amazing, really, all the short-forms people use. H/D joy is ... well, it's us! Harry and Draco, H/D. Get it?"
"I get it, Draco. Now can we get back to the point?"
"Sure. What point was that?"
"The point was that you disclosed personal information about us to a bunch of strangers."
"Not a bunch, Harry. I only planted the plot bunny in one person's mind."
"Still ..."
"What if I promise never to do it again? Will you forgive me?"
"I'm not sure."
"How about something in the bedroom involving whipped cream?"
"Bring it on!"
Part 3