Belated Birthday!gift: Mark of a Malfoy 2
Title: Mark of a Malfoy 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Ron
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Sexual suggestion
Word count: 480
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for chaos_returns, who asked for a more of Mark of a Malfoy.
Summary: Harry has a new tattoo.
Harry woke up slowly. He stretched his muscles and scratched his balls before clambering out of bed and making his blurry-eyed way to the loo. Once he was showered and dried, Harry left his wet towels lying on the floor and returned to the bedroom with a spring in his step. He'd had fantastic sex with an anonymous bloke last night, and he felt great. His only regret was that he hadn't stayed long enough to determine the identity of his mystery lover.
Harry headed to the closet, then did a double-take when he saw his reflection in the mirror by the bureau. "What the...?"
He walked closer to the mirror and turned, dropping his left shoulder. There was something on his shoulder blade. Harry reached back to touch the area, but he felt nothing. "Accio, glasses!" he called. His glasses sailed into his outstretched hand, and Harry put them on. He then craned his head for a better look at the dark splotch on his shoulder. It looked like a tattoo.
"How bloody much did I drink last night?!"
~*~
"What have you been doing lately?" Hermione inquired.
Harry pushed his food around on his plate and glanced up at his friend. "I got pissed last night and got a tattoo," he mumbled.
"A tattoo?!" Hermione cried in dismay.
"Wicked," grinned Ron. "Let's have a look at it, mate."
Harry set his fork down and tugged the back of his shirt up to his nape.
Ron leaned close. "Didn't figure you'd go for a dragon, but I like it," he approved.
"That doesn't appear brand new," Hermione observed. She reached over and poked Harry's shoulder blade. "Does that hurt?"
"No."
"Harry, it looks like you've had that tattoo for years."
Harry shook his head. "It wasn't there before last night."
Hermione stared at him for a long moment. "Perhaps you should tell us what else you did last night."
~*~
Harry arrived at the club and checked his costume. He wore the same one as he had the night of his drunken debauchery with the nameless bloke of the brilliant shagging, and he hoped his partner in crime from that incident would be here and wearing his same costume. He scanned the crowd but didn't see the familiar disguise.
Harry overheard the word tattoo, and he gravitated to where a pair of blokes were sharing a chuckle near the gents. They moved off, and Harry saw a piece of parchment tacked to the wall. In big, bold letters, it blared:
MISSING: TATTOO
It was followed by a Floo address. Harry frowned. Could it be? Was it even possible that his new tattoo was the one the note indicated had gone astray? Deciding it wouldn't hurt to check, Harry snatched the parchment from the wall and made his way to the Floo.
~tbc~
Mark of a Malfoy 3/3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Ron
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Sexual suggestion
Word count: 480
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for chaos_returns, who asked for a more of Mark of a Malfoy.
Summary: Harry has a new tattoo.
Harry woke up slowly. He stretched his muscles and scratched his balls before clambering out of bed and making his blurry-eyed way to the loo. Once he was showered and dried, Harry left his wet towels lying on the floor and returned to the bedroom with a spring in his step. He'd had fantastic sex with an anonymous bloke last night, and he felt great. His only regret was that he hadn't stayed long enough to determine the identity of his mystery lover.
Harry headed to the closet, then did a double-take when he saw his reflection in the mirror by the bureau. "What the...?"
He walked closer to the mirror and turned, dropping his left shoulder. There was something on his shoulder blade. Harry reached back to touch the area, but he felt nothing. "Accio, glasses!" he called. His glasses sailed into his outstretched hand, and Harry put them on. He then craned his head for a better look at the dark splotch on his shoulder. It looked like a tattoo.
"How bloody much did I drink last night?!"
~*~
"What have you been doing lately?" Hermione inquired.
Harry pushed his food around on his plate and glanced up at his friend. "I got pissed last night and got a tattoo," he mumbled.
"A tattoo?!" Hermione cried in dismay.
"Wicked," grinned Ron. "Let's have a look at it, mate."
Harry set his fork down and tugged the back of his shirt up to his nape.
Ron leaned close. "Didn't figure you'd go for a dragon, but I like it," he approved.
"That doesn't appear brand new," Hermione observed. She reached over and poked Harry's shoulder blade. "Does that hurt?"
"No."
"Harry, it looks like you've had that tattoo for years."
Harry shook his head. "It wasn't there before last night."
Hermione stared at him for a long moment. "Perhaps you should tell us what else you did last night."
~*~
Harry arrived at the club and checked his costume. He wore the same one as he had the night of his drunken debauchery with the nameless bloke of the brilliant shagging, and he hoped his partner in crime from that incident would be here and wearing his same costume. He scanned the crowd but didn't see the familiar disguise.
Harry overheard the word tattoo, and he gravitated to where a pair of blokes were sharing a chuckle near the gents. They moved off, and Harry saw a piece of parchment tacked to the wall. In big, bold letters, it blared:
MISSING: TATTOO
It was followed by a Floo address. Harry frowned. Could it be? Was it even possible that his new tattoo was the one the note indicated had gone astray? Deciding it wouldn't hurt to check, Harry snatched the parchment from the wall and made his way to the Floo.
~tbc~
Mark of a Malfoy 3/3