Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #111
Man, I am feeling those hundreds of steps I up-climbed and down-climbed yesterday. Guh. It's been raining cats and dogs here all day. In fact, I almost stepped in a poodle. Hah! I'm hopping online between storms.
This month, the prompt is goodnight. Use it any way you wish. You may 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 May 31 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: Harry's Helpful Friend
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Dobby
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Flangst
Word count: 875
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #111 - goodnight
♦ Gift for JMDC #110 winner bleedingangel84, who asked for more of Harry's Friend, with a prompt of accidental Apparition.
Summary: Harry has a vivid dream.
Harry's stomach cramped with hunger. Aunt Petunia had gotten angry when Harry dropped one of her good plates. Uncle Vernon clouted Harry over the head and shoved him into his cupboard, locking the door behind him. That was hours ago, and Harry hadn't been given any dinner. He had been let out once to use the loo, then sent straight back to his small enclosure.
The house was quiet and dark. The Dursleys had gone to bed, and Harry's weariness was causing his eyelids to droop. He could fall asleep easily, if only he wasn't so hungry. Harry thought about his friend Draco. He couldn't imagine that Dracos' parents ever punished him by shutting him in a cupboard or letting him go hungry. No, Draco's parents would read him a bedtime story and tuck him in, kissing his brow before they turned off the light in his room. Draco would fall asleep, happy and warm and full of shepherd's pie and pudding...
Harry was still thinking about his friend Draco when sleep claimed him.
~*~
"Harry?!"
Harry opened his eyes. He'd fallen asleep with his glasses on, but he still blinked rapidly in the light of a lamp. He sat up and looked around.
"Where am I?" Harry whispered, marveling at the place he found himself. He was in a bedroom, sitting on a plushly carpeted floor and gazing in wonder at the plethora of toys that lined the shelves.
"Harry, how did you get here?"
Harry looked up and there, perched on the edge of the bed above him, sat Draco. Harry's mouth fell open. "Draco?" he gasped. "Where are we?"
"In my bedroom at the Manor," said Draco. "How did you get here?" he asked again.
Harry stood up and looked around. "I don't know," he replied.
Draco smiled and patted the edge of his bed, and Harry sat down beside him. "I was thinking about you when I fell asleep," said Harry. "I reckon I must be dreaming."
Draco grinned at Harry and pinched his arm.
"Ow!" bleated Harry, rubbing his arm. "Why did you do that?"
"To prove you're not dreaming," Draco said with a shrug. His eyes lit up. "This is wicked," Draco breathed. "You must have Apparated here, but we aren't taught how to do that until Sixth or Seventh year."
Harry didn't understand what his friend was saying. "Operate?"
"I'm not tired any more," said Draco. "Let's play gobstones. Have you been practicing?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, eager now to play games with Draco. His stomach chose that moment to growl, embarrassing Harry.
Draco simply laughed. "Dobby!" he called.
Harry yelped when a thin figure with large ears and bulbous eyes suddenly appeared in the bedroom.
"Dobby, please fetch some milk and biscuits for my friend here," Draco requested imperiously.
The small creature nodded and disappeared again. Harry wanted desperately to know what Dobby was, but Draco had slid off the bed and was rummaging through a chest. He came up with a pouch of gobstones.
"Let's sit on the floor," Draco suggested. "Mum will be cross if we get crumbs on my bed."
Dobby reappeared, bearing a tray filled with biscuits, cheese, sandwiches, and two tall glasses of milk. He set the items on the floor between Harry and Draco, bowed, then vanished again.
By now, Harry was convinced this was all a dream, in spite of the stinging pinch Draco had given him. He eyed the tray of food, and his stomach growled again.
Draco giggled. "Help yourself," he invited. "I'll set up the game."
Harry reached for a chocolate biscuit and bit into it. He hummed in pleasure. Only Mrs Figg ever gave him biscuits, and hers weren't nearly as delicious as this one was. Harry finished the biscuit in three quick bites, then took a sandwich. He ate it between rounds of gobstones, then helped himself to a glass of milk and a piece of cheese.
Draco nibbled on a biscuit during their game, pausing for sips of milk. "You've gotten better," he commented after getting gobbed.
Harry laughed happily. His stomach was now pleasantly full, and he was playing with his friend Draco in Draco's amazing bedroom. Eventually, both boys grew tired.
"Come on," said Draco. "You can sleep with me, and in the morning, Mum and Father can meet you."
Harry yawned and nodded his agreement. Draco made a production of tucking Harry in, then the room went dark again.
"Goodnight, Harry."
"G'night, Draco."
~*~
Harry awoke to the sound of Uncle Vernon's bellowing voice. He sat up in his dusty cupboard, removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. Harry sighed and put his glasses back on.
Last night, he'd dreamed of visiting Draco, meeting a strange creature called Dobby, eating biscuits and playing gobstones. It had all seemed so real. The smell of breakfast cooking came to Harry, but he wasn't all that hungry.
Harry's slight body stiffened. He was always hungry. Harry pushed up his sleeve, astonished to see a small bruise there, as if someone had pinched him.
Harry's Inspiring Friend
This month, the prompt is goodnight. Use it any way you wish. You may 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 May 31 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: Harry's Helpful Friend
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Dobby
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Flangst
Word count: 875
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #111 - goodnight
♦ Gift for JMDC #110 winner bleedingangel84, who asked for more of Harry's Friend, with a prompt of accidental Apparition.
Summary: Harry has a vivid dream.
Harry's stomach cramped with hunger. Aunt Petunia had gotten angry when Harry dropped one of her good plates. Uncle Vernon clouted Harry over the head and shoved him into his cupboard, locking the door behind him. That was hours ago, and Harry hadn't been given any dinner. He had been let out once to use the loo, then sent straight back to his small enclosure.
The house was quiet and dark. The Dursleys had gone to bed, and Harry's weariness was causing his eyelids to droop. He could fall asleep easily, if only he wasn't so hungry. Harry thought about his friend Draco. He couldn't imagine that Dracos' parents ever punished him by shutting him in a cupboard or letting him go hungry. No, Draco's parents would read him a bedtime story and tuck him in, kissing his brow before they turned off the light in his room. Draco would fall asleep, happy and warm and full of shepherd's pie and pudding...
Harry was still thinking about his friend Draco when sleep claimed him.
~*~
"Harry?!"
Harry opened his eyes. He'd fallen asleep with his glasses on, but he still blinked rapidly in the light of a lamp. He sat up and looked around.
"Where am I?" Harry whispered, marveling at the place he found himself. He was in a bedroom, sitting on a plushly carpeted floor and gazing in wonder at the plethora of toys that lined the shelves.
"Harry, how did you get here?"
Harry looked up and there, perched on the edge of the bed above him, sat Draco. Harry's mouth fell open. "Draco?" he gasped. "Where are we?"
"In my bedroom at the Manor," said Draco. "How did you get here?" he asked again.
Harry stood up and looked around. "I don't know," he replied.
Draco smiled and patted the edge of his bed, and Harry sat down beside him. "I was thinking about you when I fell asleep," said Harry. "I reckon I must be dreaming."
Draco grinned at Harry and pinched his arm.
"Ow!" bleated Harry, rubbing his arm. "Why did you do that?"
"To prove you're not dreaming," Draco said with a shrug. His eyes lit up. "This is wicked," Draco breathed. "You must have Apparated here, but we aren't taught how to do that until Sixth or Seventh year."
Harry didn't understand what his friend was saying. "Operate?"
"I'm not tired any more," said Draco. "Let's play gobstones. Have you been practicing?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, eager now to play games with Draco. His stomach chose that moment to growl, embarrassing Harry.
Draco simply laughed. "Dobby!" he called.
Harry yelped when a thin figure with large ears and bulbous eyes suddenly appeared in the bedroom.
"Dobby, please fetch some milk and biscuits for my friend here," Draco requested imperiously.
The small creature nodded and disappeared again. Harry wanted desperately to know what Dobby was, but Draco had slid off the bed and was rummaging through a chest. He came up with a pouch of gobstones.
"Let's sit on the floor," Draco suggested. "Mum will be cross if we get crumbs on my bed."
Dobby reappeared, bearing a tray filled with biscuits, cheese, sandwiches, and two tall glasses of milk. He set the items on the floor between Harry and Draco, bowed, then vanished again.
By now, Harry was convinced this was all a dream, in spite of the stinging pinch Draco had given him. He eyed the tray of food, and his stomach growled again.
Draco giggled. "Help yourself," he invited. "I'll set up the game."
Harry reached for a chocolate biscuit and bit into it. He hummed in pleasure. Only Mrs Figg ever gave him biscuits, and hers weren't nearly as delicious as this one was. Harry finished the biscuit in three quick bites, then took a sandwich. He ate it between rounds of gobstones, then helped himself to a glass of milk and a piece of cheese.
Draco nibbled on a biscuit during their game, pausing for sips of milk. "You've gotten better," he commented after getting gobbed.
Harry laughed happily. His stomach was now pleasantly full, and he was playing with his friend Draco in Draco's amazing bedroom. Eventually, both boys grew tired.
"Come on," said Draco. "You can sleep with me, and in the morning, Mum and Father can meet you."
Harry yawned and nodded his agreement. Draco made a production of tucking Harry in, then the room went dark again.
"Goodnight, Harry."
"G'night, Draco."
~*~
Harry awoke to the sound of Uncle Vernon's bellowing voice. He sat up in his dusty cupboard, removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. Harry sighed and put his glasses back on.
Last night, he'd dreamed of visiting Draco, meeting a strange creature called Dobby, eating biscuits and playing gobstones. It had all seemed so real. The smell of breakfast cooking came to Harry, but he wasn't all that hungry.
Harry's slight body stiffened. He was always hungry. Harry pushed up his sleeve, astonished to see a small bruise there, as if someone had pinched him.
Harry's Inspiring Friend