Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #112
First up, you all need to cheer harder for the Chicago Blackhawks. As incentive, if they win the Cup, I'll write a smutty Drarry drabble. No Cup, no smut! Second up, Monthly Drabble Challenge!
This month, the prompt is a short list of words: poise, paper, prediction, preposterous, pause. Use one, some, or all!. Feel free to tweak the tense of the words. 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 June 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: Predictable
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Luna
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #112 - poise, paper, prediction, preposterous, pause
♦ Gift for JMDC #111 winner digthewriter, with a prompt of being psychic.
Summary: Damned Divination!
Luna pulled out a quill and held it poised above a pad of paper. "Thank you for agreeing to an interview on such short notice, Harry," she said, leaning forward in the chair in front of Harry's desk.
"My pleasure, Luna," said Harry, "although I can't imagine what you wanted to interview me about. There's nothing new or exciting going on in my life. Slow day at The Quibbler?" he teased.
"I wanted to ask you about your relationship with Draco Malfoy."
Harry's mouth fell open, and he closed it again quickly. "Malfoy?!" he exclaimed. "I'm not in a relationship with Malfoy, Luna. Where did you hear that?"
Luna smiled at him. "Being psychic has its advantages, Harry. Now then, do you have any idea when and where you and Draco will get together?"
~*~
Harry returned home in a daze. After his interview with Luna, he'd been utterly distracted for the rest of the day. Harry vacillated between being skeptical and scared. On the one hand, the thought of him hooking up with Malfoy was preposterous. On the other hand, however, Luna had been brilliant at Divination.
Harry slumped onto his sofa and raked a hand through his hair. This was ridiculous; he couldn't sit here in a dither over Luna's "prediction". Harry decided a drink was in order. He drew his wand and Apparated to Diagon Alley. Harry pushed open the door to the Leaky and paused to take a deep, centering breath. The pub was familiar and comforting. Harry reckoned he'd sit at the bar, have a pint or two of ale, and just relax. He raised a hand in greeting to those who called out to him, winding his way through the pub and finding a seat at the bar.
Harry ordered a pint, took a long drink, and sighed as he felt the tension melt from his shoulders. Harry took another drink.
"Fancy meeting you here, Potter."
The ale went down wrong, and Harry choked and sputtered. His eyes watered, and he had to remove his glasses to swipe at them. Harry replaced his glasses and looked. Yes, that was definitely Draco Malfoy standing behind him.
"Wh-what are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry's sharp question was ruined by another coughing fit.
One of Malfoy's perfect blond brows spiked upwards. "It's a public place, Potter," he drawled.
"Yeah, but...say, did Luna put you up to this?"
"Loony Lovegood? She and I don't exactly meet for tea each week, Potter."
Malfoy seemed to be telling the truth, but if Luna hadn't put him up to this, then why...?
Harry shifted on his bar stool and tugged at his collar. Malfoy was certainly fit, and his hair was loose and hanging over one eye in a charming, ruffled fashion. Harry's fingers itched to brush it back, and his body reacted with a pulse of interested lust.
Harry cleared his throat. "Buy you a drink, Malfoy?"
Malfoy paused only a moment before he agreed. "That would be splendid, Potter. Thank you."
~*~
One hour and three pints later, Harry was feeling pleasantly relaxed and just as pleasantly aroused. He wanted to drag Malfoy home with him and shag Malfoy six ways to Sunday. They had managed to engage in civil conversation, finding many mutual interests. Harry wondered if he could interest Malfoy in sex. He decided against it, however. Part of him was just stubborn enough not to let Luna win so easily, and part of him didn't want to rush things. If he and Malfoy were going to have a relationship, perhaps they should ease into it. As Harry was plotting how to go about it, Malfoy spoke up.
"I should head home now," he said, sounding genuinely reluctant. "I've enjoyed talking to you, Potter," Malfoy added. "Not once did I have an urge to break your nose. How about dinner tomorrow night?"
Harry's heart rate quickened. "I...yeah, Malfoy, dinner sounds brilliant. When and where?"
"My flat," said Malfoy. He jotted his Floo address on a napkin and handed it to Harry. "Say, seven o'clock?"
Harry smiled as a thrill of anticipation skittered down his spine. "Seven o'clock," he confirmed. "I'm looking forward to it."
This month, the prompt is a short list of words: poise, paper, prediction, preposterous, pause. Use one, some, or all!. Feel free to tweak the tense of the words. 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 June 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: Predictable
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Luna
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #112 - poise, paper, prediction, preposterous, pause
♦ Gift for JMDC #111 winner digthewriter, with a prompt of being psychic.
Summary: Damned Divination!
Luna pulled out a quill and held it poised above a pad of paper. "Thank you for agreeing to an interview on such short notice, Harry," she said, leaning forward in the chair in front of Harry's desk.
"My pleasure, Luna," said Harry, "although I can't imagine what you wanted to interview me about. There's nothing new or exciting going on in my life. Slow day at The Quibbler?" he teased.
"I wanted to ask you about your relationship with Draco Malfoy."
Harry's mouth fell open, and he closed it again quickly. "Malfoy?!" he exclaimed. "I'm not in a relationship with Malfoy, Luna. Where did you hear that?"
Luna smiled at him. "Being psychic has its advantages, Harry. Now then, do you have any idea when and where you and Draco will get together?"
~*~
Harry returned home in a daze. After his interview with Luna, he'd been utterly distracted for the rest of the day. Harry vacillated between being skeptical and scared. On the one hand, the thought of him hooking up with Malfoy was preposterous. On the other hand, however, Luna had been brilliant at Divination.
Harry slumped onto his sofa and raked a hand through his hair. This was ridiculous; he couldn't sit here in a dither over Luna's "prediction". Harry decided a drink was in order. He drew his wand and Apparated to Diagon Alley. Harry pushed open the door to the Leaky and paused to take a deep, centering breath. The pub was familiar and comforting. Harry reckoned he'd sit at the bar, have a pint or two of ale, and just relax. He raised a hand in greeting to those who called out to him, winding his way through the pub and finding a seat at the bar.
Harry ordered a pint, took a long drink, and sighed as he felt the tension melt from his shoulders. Harry took another drink.
"Fancy meeting you here, Potter."
The ale went down wrong, and Harry choked and sputtered. His eyes watered, and he had to remove his glasses to swipe at them. Harry replaced his glasses and looked. Yes, that was definitely Draco Malfoy standing behind him.
"Wh-what are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry's sharp question was ruined by another coughing fit.
One of Malfoy's perfect blond brows spiked upwards. "It's a public place, Potter," he drawled.
"Yeah, but...say, did Luna put you up to this?"
"Loony Lovegood? She and I don't exactly meet for tea each week, Potter."
Malfoy seemed to be telling the truth, but if Luna hadn't put him up to this, then why...?
Harry shifted on his bar stool and tugged at his collar. Malfoy was certainly fit, and his hair was loose and hanging over one eye in a charming, ruffled fashion. Harry's fingers itched to brush it back, and his body reacted with a pulse of interested lust.
Harry cleared his throat. "Buy you a drink, Malfoy?"
Malfoy paused only a moment before he agreed. "That would be splendid, Potter. Thank you."
~*~
One hour and three pints later, Harry was feeling pleasantly relaxed and just as pleasantly aroused. He wanted to drag Malfoy home with him and shag Malfoy six ways to Sunday. They had managed to engage in civil conversation, finding many mutual interests. Harry wondered if he could interest Malfoy in sex. He decided against it, however. Part of him was just stubborn enough not to let Luna win so easily, and part of him didn't want to rush things. If he and Malfoy were going to have a relationship, perhaps they should ease into it. As Harry was plotting how to go about it, Malfoy spoke up.
"I should head home now," he said, sounding genuinely reluctant. "I've enjoyed talking to you, Potter," Malfoy added. "Not once did I have an urge to break your nose. How about dinner tomorrow night?"
Harry's heart rate quickened. "I...yeah, Malfoy, dinner sounds brilliant. When and where?"
"My flat," said Malfoy. He jotted his Floo address on a napkin and handed it to Harry. "Say, seven o'clock?"
Harry smiled as a thrill of anticipation skittered down his spine. "Seven o'clock," he confirmed. "I'm looking forward to it."