Harry's Problem
Title: Harry's Problem
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 200
Warning(s): Swearing?
Notes: This is a little Halloween fic written for hd_fluff. This is my own prompt.
Summary: Someone's been smashing Harry's pumpkins.
Harry awoke with a start. “Oh no you don’t,” he snarled, jumping to his feet from where he was curled up on the floor.
Everyday for a week it had been the same. He’d set out his newly crafted jack-o-lanterns at night and in the morning he would find them smashed. Not this time. Constant vigilance and the desire to catch the little shites responsible was enough for Harry to set up a stakeout in his living room.
Apparently he’d fallen asleep. The irony.
Flinging open the door, Harry raced onto the porch and met the culprit-a particular blond culprit.
“Malfoy?” Harry shrieked indignantly.
The blond shot Harry a radiant smile. “Potter, fancy meeting you here,” he drawled without batting an eyelash.
“I live here!” Harry shouted, startling the only remaining pumpkin out of Malfoy’s hands where it fell to the ground and broke, spraying Harry’s porch with pumpkin guts.
“As pleasant as this conversation has been,” Malfoy arched a perfectly sculpted brow, “I must be off.”
It had only taken Harry a beat to gather his wits. “Come back here, Malfoy!” he screamed and tore after the blond.
“Fuck you, Potter,” Malfoy called over his shoulder as he raced down the street.
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 200
Warning(s): Swearing?
Notes: This is a little Halloween fic written for hd_fluff. This is my own prompt.
Summary: Someone's been smashing Harry's pumpkins.
Harry awoke with a start. “Oh no you don’t,” he snarled, jumping to his feet from where he was curled up on the floor.
Everyday for a week it had been the same. He’d set out his newly crafted jack-o-lanterns at night and in the morning he would find them smashed. Not this time. Constant vigilance and the desire to catch the little shites responsible was enough for Harry to set up a stakeout in his living room.
Apparently he’d fallen asleep. The irony.
Flinging open the door, Harry raced onto the porch and met the culprit-a particular blond culprit.
“Malfoy?” Harry shrieked indignantly.
The blond shot Harry a radiant smile. “Potter, fancy meeting you here,” he drawled without batting an eyelash.
“I live here!” Harry shouted, startling the only remaining pumpkin out of Malfoy’s hands where it fell to the ground and broke, spraying Harry’s porch with pumpkin guts.
“As pleasant as this conversation has been,” Malfoy arched a perfectly sculpted brow, “I must be off.”
It had only taken Harry a beat to gather his wits. “Come back here, Malfoy!” he screamed and tore after the blond.
“Fuck you, Potter,” Malfoy called over his shoulder as he raced down the street.