Partying with Slytherins
Title: Partying with Slytherins
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 365
Characters: Harry/Draco (Pre-slash), Draco/Dennis, Pansy
A/N: This was written for Prompt 2 - Dennis Creevey, Room of Requirement, and "Payback's a bitch!" This is a Hogwarts AU 8th year fic and the beginning of a story arc. It's Pre-slash for now, but will be Harry/Draco.
Summary: The Slytherins throw a party
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I'm just having fun with the characters. :)
Harry Potter didn’t know why he’d let so many people talk him into this. He didn’t do parties. He wasn’t one for large crowds-especially since the end of the war. He didn’t dance. And he definitely didn’t trust that the Slytherins were throwing a party in the Room of Requirement as a way to bury the hatchet between the houses.
Particularly because their blond prince was the one who’d planned said party.
Even now, huddled near the refreshments table, Harry just wanted to leave.
It wasn’t that too many people had grouped around him-Ron and Hermione had seen to that-Harry was just uncomfortable. It was because of the dancing-or the dry humping to be more precise, carrying on all around him.
When the dancers in the middle of the room parted, Harry had almost choked on his butterbeer.
Harry really couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There, in the middle of the dance floor, was none other than Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin, with Dennis Creevey. Dennis Creevey, nerdy Gryffindor extraordinaire, was grinding on Draco Malfoy.
Harry felt an aneurism coming on.
“They should just fuck and get it over with,” Pansy said from Harry’s left. She was wearing a skin-tight black dress that was so short and low-cut that Harry could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Not that she really needed to if the amount of guys admiring her was any indication.
It took Harry a full minute to realize that the girl had spoken to him. After all, it wasn’t like she was actually looking at him. Instead, her eyes flitted across the room and landed on every male in the vicinity, but never stayed there for too long.
“Who?” Harry asked, leaning in closer to hear her speak-her perfume tickling his nose.
Pansy crossed her arms, pushing up her ample breasts so they practically reached her chin and spilled out of her dress. She cocked her head and stared unrelentingly at the blond and Creevey humping on the dance floor. “Draco and the Gryffindork,” she said with a shudder. “Care to dance, Potter?”
“Why?” Harry squeaked.
“Because,” Pansy smirked, her eyes glinting, “Payback’s a bitch!”
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 365
Characters: Harry/Draco (Pre-slash), Draco/Dennis, Pansy
A/N: This was written for Prompt 2 - Dennis Creevey, Room of Requirement, and "Payback's a bitch!" This is a Hogwarts AU 8th year fic and the beginning of a story arc. It's Pre-slash for now, but will be Harry/Draco.
Summary: The Slytherins throw a party
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I'm just having fun with the characters. :)
Harry Potter didn’t know why he’d let so many people talk him into this. He didn’t do parties. He wasn’t one for large crowds-especially since the end of the war. He didn’t dance. And he definitely didn’t trust that the Slytherins were throwing a party in the Room of Requirement as a way to bury the hatchet between the houses.
Particularly because their blond prince was the one who’d planned said party.
Even now, huddled near the refreshments table, Harry just wanted to leave.
It wasn’t that too many people had grouped around him-Ron and Hermione had seen to that-Harry was just uncomfortable. It was because of the dancing-or the dry humping to be more precise, carrying on all around him.
When the dancers in the middle of the room parted, Harry had almost choked on his butterbeer.
Harry really couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There, in the middle of the dance floor, was none other than Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin, with Dennis Creevey. Dennis Creevey, nerdy Gryffindor extraordinaire, was grinding on Draco Malfoy.
Harry felt an aneurism coming on.
“They should just fuck and get it over with,” Pansy said from Harry’s left. She was wearing a skin-tight black dress that was so short and low-cut that Harry could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Not that she really needed to if the amount of guys admiring her was any indication.
It took Harry a full minute to realize that the girl had spoken to him. After all, it wasn’t like she was actually looking at him. Instead, her eyes flitted across the room and landed on every male in the vicinity, but never stayed there for too long.
“Who?” Harry asked, leaning in closer to hear her speak-her perfume tickling his nose.
Pansy crossed her arms, pushing up her ample breasts so they practically reached her chin and spilled out of her dress. She cocked her head and stared unrelentingly at the blond and Creevey humping on the dance floor. “Draco and the Gryffindork,” she said with a shudder. “Care to dance, Potter?”
“Why?” Harry squeaked.
“Because,” Pansy smirked, her eyes glinting, “Payback’s a bitch!”