Art? (H/D, G)
Title: Art?
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Challenges: slythindor100's prompt #79 - "Art," dracoharry100's prompt #52 - "Soul" and my GJ 100_prompts table 063 - "Moon"
Summary: Draco behaves himself ... most of the time. But sometimes the temptation is too hard to resist.
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.
Harry entered the local art gallery, an excited Draco by his side. They had been there countless times before, but Draco never tired of it.
"But it's all the same stuff!" Harry whinged.
"There are a few changes," Draco insisted as they wandered the well-worn galleries again.
Harry felt a wave of ... something pass by him, but when he looked at Draco, the blonde was engrossed in a painting. Harry looked at that something pond by that famous French somebody or other, wondering how people found this interesting.
A gathering crowd by a plain landscape in moonlight caught his attention.
"It touches my soul," one woman said. Another woman was mopping tears from her eyes. Children stood gaping. A man was blinking furiously, clutching at his chest.
Harry frowned, wondering what on earth was going on. No one had ever reacted that way before. He heard another sniff, but this time it was coming from his other side, from Draco. Who was still staring at the pond. With his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Harry looked from Draco to the growing crowd, back to Draco again. He surreptitiously pulled out his wand, casting a silent Finite Incantatum. The crowd dispersed almost immediately.
Earlier that week ...
Draco changed the channel; the end of the Muggle news was on, and there was an article about "paintings" that sold for hundreds, even thousands of pounds. Done by a dog. Draco watched the dog scratch away a surface layer of paint to reveal colours placed underneath by its owner. Muggles were truly gullible. They called that art!
Harry rounded on his boyfriend. "What did you do to them?"
"To them, nothing. The painting, however ..."
Harry glared.
"C'mon Harry," he chuckled, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "The Muggles sometimes just make it too easy!"
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Challenges: slythindor100's prompt #79 - "Art," dracoharry100's prompt #52 - "Soul" and my GJ 100_prompts table 063 - "Moon"
Summary: Draco behaves himself ... most of the time. But sometimes the temptation is too hard to resist.
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.
Harry entered the local art gallery, an excited Draco by his side. They had been there countless times before, but Draco never tired of it.
"But it's all the same stuff!" Harry whinged.
"There are a few changes," Draco insisted as they wandered the well-worn galleries again.
Harry felt a wave of ... something pass by him, but when he looked at Draco, the blonde was engrossed in a painting. Harry looked at that something pond by that famous French somebody or other, wondering how people found this interesting.
A gathering crowd by a plain landscape in moonlight caught his attention.
"It touches my soul," one woman said. Another woman was mopping tears from her eyes. Children stood gaping. A man was blinking furiously, clutching at his chest.
Harry frowned, wondering what on earth was going on. No one had ever reacted that way before. He heard another sniff, but this time it was coming from his other side, from Draco. Who was still staring at the pond. With his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Harry looked from Draco to the growing crowd, back to Draco again. He surreptitiously pulled out his wand, casting a silent Finite Incantatum. The crowd dispersed almost immediately.
Earlier that week ...
Draco changed the channel; the end of the Muggle news was on, and there was an article about "paintings" that sold for hundreds, even thousands of pounds. Done by a dog. Draco watched the dog scratch away a surface layer of paint to reveal colours placed underneath by its owner. Muggles were truly gullible. They called that art!
Harry rounded on his boyfriend. "What did you do to them?"
"To them, nothing. The painting, however ..."
Harry glared.
"C'mon Harry," he chuckled, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "The Muggles sometimes just make it too easy!"