Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #110
The first weekend in April has been splendid. The weather was warm and sunny, and I've been busy with friends and family.
April's prompt is: "It won't be so bad.". You may use it as a quote or a line, or even simply convey the concept. Feel free to write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until April 30 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Bunny Anonymous
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry, Theodore
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Slytherin mischief
Word count: 1005
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #110 - "It won't be so bad."
♦ Gift for JMDC #109 winner dragontara, whose prompt was "I knew I kept you around for a reason."
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #31 - Be mischievous, it feels good
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #112 - photo prompts
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #177 - Harry or Draco loses a bet and has to dress as the Easter Bunny
Summary: When Draco loses a bet, he turns the situation to his advantage.
"I won't do it."
Theo laughed in the face of Draco's denial. "You have to," he said. "A deal is a deal. Or, in this case, a bet is a bet, and you lost."
"Losing a bet means I have to cook all of your meals for a week, or pay you ten galleons, or even go serenade old lady Goyle, not...that."
"Honestly, Draco, it won't be so bad," said Theo. "I had to dress up as Father Christmas for the orphanage, and it was quite fun."
"Then you won't mind an encore appearance as the Easter Bunny," snapped Draco.
"I told you, I have a date on Sunday afternoon," Theo said. "Volunteering at the orphanage is my post-war community service, and they won't just let me skive off on a date. However, if you go in my place, no one will be the wiser. Besides, Potter will be there."
"I don't care," Draco said quickly. Too quickly.
"I know you fancy him, Draco. Stop trying to deny it," Theo teased. "You'll be doing me a huge favor if you agree to it. Please, Draco?"
"Fine!" huffed Draco, giving in with ill grace. "I'll dress as a rabbit and go to the orphanage."
"Brilliant!" cried Theo. "I knew I kept you around for a reason."
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
The bloody hot bunny costume hid Draco's ferocious scowl as he waited in a hall cupboard for his cue. He had a basket of colored eggs in one hand, and a headache the size of Hogwarts pounded at his temples. While he waited, Draco devised the method he would use to kill Theodore Nott.
Finally, the door opened, and Potter poked his messy head of hair into the cupboard. "Okay, Nott," he said, "wait about thirty seconds and then come in and surprise the children."
Draco simply nodded his bulky head. He didn't dare speak, since it was imperative that Potter think he was Theo.
"Splendid!" Potter said before rushing off to rejoin the party.
Draco watched Potter's arse until he disappeared through an open doorway. Then, a horrible, brilliant thought occurred to Draco. If Potter thought he was Nott, there was no end to the mischief Draco could get into and not get blamed for.
Draco grinned behind his mask. Oh, revenge was going to feel so good.
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
Harry was pleased when Nott came sauntering through the door, surprising the children with his appearance. Nott really was a marvel with the kids, and Harry hoped he could convince him to continue volunteering at the orphanage once his war reparations were met.
Nott moved among the children, handing out colored eggs and allowing the kids to hug him and pet his fake fur. He hugged them back and patted their heads, and he even managed to skip along in his heavy costume. When the initial excitement died down, Nott ambled over to Harry and handed him the empty basket.
"That was brilliant, Nott, thank you," said Harry. He turned to set the basket on a table, only to squeak in surprise when Nott's large paw grabbed his bum. Harry spun around in time to see Nott bring both paws to his face, as if embarrassed. Harry forced himself to relax. Obviously, Nott hadn't meant to bump his arse; it was simply an accident.
"Do you plan to stick around for Mr Lovegood's speech?" Harry asked.
Nott nodded, and he followed Harry as they found two empty seats in the orphanage's large dining room. Harry leaned back in his chair and listened politely as Xenophilius began speaking to the children. He tensed when Nott flung an arm over the back of his chair. Harry sent him a sharp look, but Nott was facing forward. At least, it appeared he was facing forward. Harry told himself that Nott was just trying to get comfortable in his awkward costume.
He changed his mind when Nott's big, furry fingers began to toy with his hair.
"Nott, what are you doing?" Harry hissed. He tried to move away without seeming too obvious about it. Nott's other hand reached over and squeezed Harry's thigh, startling a yelp out of him.
Harry felt a blush creep up his cheeks when he realized many people had turned to look at him.
"Is there something you wished to say, Harry?" asked Xenophilius.
"No, no, not at all," Harry replied with a forced smile. "Please continue." Harry began devising methods to kill Theodore Nott.
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
Draco was grateful for the mask that hid his face. It was all he could do not to laugh out loud at Potter's discomfiture. He continued to rub Potter's back, stroke his thigh, and play footsie with him under the table. Draco sneaked a glance at Potter's groin and was delighted to see an impressive bulge there. As a result, he was getting aroused, himself. Draco wished he had the nerve to drag Potter back to the cupboard for a quick shag.
As Lovegood droned on and on, Draco increased his torment of Potter. It wasn't until a little ginger girl shyly approached Draco and clambered onto his lap that he left off pulling Potter's chain. Draco was forced to behave himself from then on, and the child trustingly fell asleep in his arms. Eventually, Draco surrendered her to Potter and made his escape.
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
Draco went home and celebrated his success with a wank. Afterward, he poured himself a glass of wine and settled down on his sofa with a good book. Draco wasn't surprised when an owl arrived at his window, bearing an ominous red envelope. He actually chuckled as he opened the window and retrieved the Howler. It was from Theo. Draco set it down and stood back before opening it with a flick of his wand.
"DRACO MALFOY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
April's prompt is: "It won't be so bad.". You may use it as a quote or a line, or even simply convey the concept. Feel free to write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until April 30 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Bunny Anonymous
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry, Theodore
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Slytherin mischief
Word count: 1005
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #110 - "It won't be so bad."
♦ Gift for JMDC #109 winner dragontara, whose prompt was "I knew I kept you around for a reason."
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #31 - Be mischievous, it feels good
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #112 - photo prompts
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #177 - Harry or Draco loses a bet and has to dress as the Easter Bunny
Summary: When Draco loses a bet, he turns the situation to his advantage.
"I won't do it."
Theo laughed in the face of Draco's denial. "You have to," he said. "A deal is a deal. Or, in this case, a bet is a bet, and you lost."
"Losing a bet means I have to cook all of your meals for a week, or pay you ten galleons, or even go serenade old lady Goyle, not...that."
"Honestly, Draco, it won't be so bad," said Theo. "I had to dress up as Father Christmas for the orphanage, and it was quite fun."
"Then you won't mind an encore appearance as the Easter Bunny," snapped Draco.
"I told you, I have a date on Sunday afternoon," Theo said. "Volunteering at the orphanage is my post-war community service, and they won't just let me skive off on a date. However, if you go in my place, no one will be the wiser. Besides, Potter will be there."
"I don't care," Draco said quickly. Too quickly.
"I know you fancy him, Draco. Stop trying to deny it," Theo teased. "You'll be doing me a huge favor if you agree to it. Please, Draco?"
"Fine!" huffed Draco, giving in with ill grace. "I'll dress as a rabbit and go to the orphanage."
"Brilliant!" cried Theo. "I knew I kept you around for a reason."
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
The bloody hot bunny costume hid Draco's ferocious scowl as he waited in a hall cupboard for his cue. He had a basket of colored eggs in one hand, and a headache the size of Hogwarts pounded at his temples. While he waited, Draco devised the method he would use to kill Theodore Nott.
Finally, the door opened, and Potter poked his messy head of hair into the cupboard. "Okay, Nott," he said, "wait about thirty seconds and then come in and surprise the children."
Draco simply nodded his bulky head. He didn't dare speak, since it was imperative that Potter think he was Theo.
"Splendid!" Potter said before rushing off to rejoin the party.
Draco watched Potter's arse until he disappeared through an open doorway. Then, a horrible, brilliant thought occurred to Draco. If Potter thought he was Nott, there was no end to the mischief Draco could get into and not get blamed for.
Draco grinned behind his mask. Oh, revenge was going to feel so good.
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
Harry was pleased when Nott came sauntering through the door, surprising the children with his appearance. Nott really was a marvel with the kids, and Harry hoped he could convince him to continue volunteering at the orphanage once his war reparations were met.
Nott moved among the children, handing out colored eggs and allowing the kids to hug him and pet his fake fur. He hugged them back and patted their heads, and he even managed to skip along in his heavy costume. When the initial excitement died down, Nott ambled over to Harry and handed him the empty basket.
"That was brilliant, Nott, thank you," said Harry. He turned to set the basket on a table, only to squeak in surprise when Nott's large paw grabbed his bum. Harry spun around in time to see Nott bring both paws to his face, as if embarrassed. Harry forced himself to relax. Obviously, Nott hadn't meant to bump his arse; it was simply an accident.
"Do you plan to stick around for Mr Lovegood's speech?" Harry asked.
Nott nodded, and he followed Harry as they found two empty seats in the orphanage's large dining room. Harry leaned back in his chair and listened politely as Xenophilius began speaking to the children. He tensed when Nott flung an arm over the back of his chair. Harry sent him a sharp look, but Nott was facing forward. At least, it appeared he was facing forward. Harry told himself that Nott was just trying to get comfortable in his awkward costume.
He changed his mind when Nott's big, furry fingers began to toy with his hair.
"Nott, what are you doing?" Harry hissed. He tried to move away without seeming too obvious about it. Nott's other hand reached over and squeezed Harry's thigh, startling a yelp out of him.
Harry felt a blush creep up his cheeks when he realized many people had turned to look at him.
"Is there something you wished to say, Harry?" asked Xenophilius.
"No, no, not at all," Harry replied with a forced smile. "Please continue." Harry began devising methods to kill Theodore Nott.
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
Draco was grateful for the mask that hid his face. It was all he could do not to laugh out loud at Potter's discomfiture. He continued to rub Potter's back, stroke his thigh, and play footsie with him under the table. Draco sneaked a glance at Potter's groin and was delighted to see an impressive bulge there. As a result, he was getting aroused, himself. Draco wished he had the nerve to drag Potter back to the cupboard for a quick shag.
As Lovegood droned on and on, Draco increased his torment of Potter. It wasn't until a little ginger girl shyly approached Draco and clambered onto his lap that he left off pulling Potter's chain. Draco was forced to behave himself from then on, and the child trustingly fell asleep in his arms. Eventually, Draco surrendered her to Potter and made his escape.
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
Draco went home and celebrated his success with a wank. Afterward, he poured himself a glass of wine and settled down on his sofa with a good book. Draco wasn't surprised when an owl arrived at his window, bearing an ominous red envelope. He actually chuckled as he opened the window and retrieved the Howler. It was from Theo. Draco set it down and stood back before opening it with a flick of his wand.
"DRACO MALFOY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"