The Lamp Incident
Title: The Lamp Incident
Rated: PG13
Word Count: 480
Summary: Our favorite boys go to an art gallery
A/N: My roomie showed me a funny picture and I wrote this
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Harry was great at multi-tasking. Take right now for example; he was digging his elbow into his best friend’s ribs while making sure his boyfriend was distracted across the room.
The woman with white hair and a low-cut top that ended with two bows over her boobs ran a finger down Draco’s arm, and the latter returned her flirting with a polite smile.
“Shut up,” Harry pleaded. Out of desperation he covered Ron’s mouth with his hand and turned them both away from Draco’s line of sight. He already felt out of place, he didn’t need to prove to his boyfriend that he didn’t belong.
It didn’t help. Ron’s laughter rang throughout the room.
“Please, Ron,” he begged. “Draco will kill me if I embarrass him again. Don’t you remember the salad fork incident?”
He stopped mid-chuckle.
“I knew I picked the right best friend,” Harry winked.
Ron bit his lip, another chuckle escaping his throat before he got it under control. “Cheers, mate,” Ron snickered. “But you have to admit,” he added with a shuddering breath, “that is completely ridiculous.” He nodded his head in the direction of the exhibit that had started it all.
Displayed in the center of the room was a large yellow, three-sided box the size of a shower. Inside the box was a naked man with a thick black beard and black hair that was styled like it was waving at the sky. He was squatting with his back turned to the milling patrons of the gallery and he hugged a giant, clear ball with white threads like a spider web. In the center of the ball was a light bulb.
Even Harry had to suppress a laugh when he first saw it.
“How is that art?” he asked Ron in a whisper.
“I don’t know,” he giggled. “Quick, put your serious face on, your boyfriend is coming this way.”
Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek and watched his boyfriend come toward them, raking his eyes over Harry’s body. He held out a glass of champagne to Harry and lightly kissed him on the cheek.
“Having fun?”
Harry swallowed the chuckle that was about to burst forth. This art is just lovely, Dray-”
His sentence was interrupted by the loudest guffaw he had ever heard. Looking around to see the offender, Harry was met with the sight of his boyfriend bent at the waist as he pointed and laughed at the yellow box. “He’s a lamp,” Draco howled between peels of giggles. “He’s a naked lamp.”
Glancing around at the many, many glares that were sent their way, including one from the glorified lamp, Harry grabbed onto Draco’s elbow and dragged him from the building, Ron following with a snort.
“Come on, Dray.” Harry sighed as he carried his boyfriend away from the gallery. “Let’s get you home.”
“A naked lamp, Harry. Let’s get one for the flat.”
Rated: PG13
Word Count: 480
Summary: Our favorite boys go to an art gallery
A/N: My roomie showed me a funny picture and I wrote this
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Harry was great at multi-tasking. Take right now for example; he was digging his elbow into his best friend’s ribs while making sure his boyfriend was distracted across the room.
The woman with white hair and a low-cut top that ended with two bows over her boobs ran a finger down Draco’s arm, and the latter returned her flirting with a polite smile.
“Shut up,” Harry pleaded. Out of desperation he covered Ron’s mouth with his hand and turned them both away from Draco’s line of sight. He already felt out of place, he didn’t need to prove to his boyfriend that he didn’t belong.
It didn’t help. Ron’s laughter rang throughout the room.
“Please, Ron,” he begged. “Draco will kill me if I embarrass him again. Don’t you remember the salad fork incident?”
He stopped mid-chuckle.
“I knew I picked the right best friend,” Harry winked.
Ron bit his lip, another chuckle escaping his throat before he got it under control. “Cheers, mate,” Ron snickered. “But you have to admit,” he added with a shuddering breath, “that is completely ridiculous.” He nodded his head in the direction of the exhibit that had started it all.
Displayed in the center of the room was a large yellow, three-sided box the size of a shower. Inside the box was a naked man with a thick black beard and black hair that was styled like it was waving at the sky. He was squatting with his back turned to the milling patrons of the gallery and he hugged a giant, clear ball with white threads like a spider web. In the center of the ball was a light bulb.
Even Harry had to suppress a laugh when he first saw it.
“How is that art?” he asked Ron in a whisper.
“I don’t know,” he giggled. “Quick, put your serious face on, your boyfriend is coming this way.”
Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek and watched his boyfriend come toward them, raking his eyes over Harry’s body. He held out a glass of champagne to Harry and lightly kissed him on the cheek.
“Having fun?”
Harry swallowed the chuckle that was about to burst forth. This art is just lovely, Dray-”
His sentence was interrupted by the loudest guffaw he had ever heard. Looking around to see the offender, Harry was met with the sight of his boyfriend bent at the waist as he pointed and laughed at the yellow box. “He’s a lamp,” Draco howled between peels of giggles. “He’s a naked lamp.”
Glancing around at the many, many glares that were sent their way, including one from the glorified lamp, Harry grabbed onto Draco’s elbow and dragged him from the building, Ron following with a snort.
“Come on, Dray.” Harry sighed as he carried his boyfriend away from the gallery. “Let’s get you home.”
“A naked lamp, Harry. Let’s get one for the flat.”