Thinking Out Party
Title: Thinking Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #104 - "Celebrity is as celebrity does." - Lockhart, the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament, House of Black
Summary: Harry enjoys canoodling with Malfoy. Follows Urging Out Party.
Harry lay on the sofa, relaxed and replete beneath the blanket. His limbs were entwined with Malfoy's, and it was cozy. And nice. Harry never thought he'd think of Malfoy and nice at the same time, but then again, he'd never imagined losing his virginity to Draco Malfoy, either. He wondered what his friends would think. Harry hoped they would never learn the truth. His drooping eyelids popped open as a thought, both awful and amusing, occurred to him.
"What are you snickering about, Potter?"
Harry shifted to get more comfortable before replying. "I was thinking of what the reaction would have been, if you'd been waiting for me at the bottom of the lake in the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament."
"You may not have seen the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament," Malfoy said dryly.
"My friends would have been shocked, not homicidal," scoffed Harry.
"They may have killed me, for sullying Gryffindor's finest celebrity," Malfoy said.
"As Lockhart used to say, 'Celebrity is as celebrity does,'" Harry pointed out. "That being the case, I don't think my Housemates consider me much of a celebrity. I have to study just as much as anyone else, and I have even been known to put my trousers on one leg at a time."
"You need to learn the fine art of using magic to dress yourself, Potter."
"Do they teach that in Slytherin?"
"I learned it at the vaunted House of Black," Malfoy replied. "Mum was especially fond of that particular spell. She said it prevented wrinkles."
"Facial wrinkles?"
"Wrinkled clothing, you daft tosser."
Harry chuckled, and Malfoy gave him an ungentle poke in the ribs. Harry yelped in surprise, then laughed again. Had anyone told him he would enjoy spending time with Draco Malfoy, Harry wouldn't have believed it. Yet, here he was, canoodling with Malfoy in the Room of Requirement and laughing with him. It was madness.
"I wonder how the party is going."
Harry opened his eyes at Malfoy's musing. "I reckon several fights have broken out between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins, Ron and Hermione have sneaked off to snog, Neville has finally worked up the nerve to ask Hannah to dance, and McGonagall is regretting ever agreeing to any of it."
Waving Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #104 - "Celebrity is as celebrity does." - Lockhart, the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament, House of Black
Summary: Harry enjoys canoodling with Malfoy. Follows Urging Out Party.
Harry lay on the sofa, relaxed and replete beneath the blanket. His limbs were entwined with Malfoy's, and it was cozy. And nice. Harry never thought he'd think of Malfoy and nice at the same time, but then again, he'd never imagined losing his virginity to Draco Malfoy, either. He wondered what his friends would think. Harry hoped they would never learn the truth. His drooping eyelids popped open as a thought, both awful and amusing, occurred to him.
"What are you snickering about, Potter?"
Harry shifted to get more comfortable before replying. "I was thinking of what the reaction would have been, if you'd been waiting for me at the bottom of the lake in the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament."
"You may not have seen the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament," Malfoy said dryly.
"My friends would have been shocked, not homicidal," scoffed Harry.
"They may have killed me, for sullying Gryffindor's finest celebrity," Malfoy said.
"As Lockhart used to say, 'Celebrity is as celebrity does,'" Harry pointed out. "That being the case, I don't think my Housemates consider me much of a celebrity. I have to study just as much as anyone else, and I have even been known to put my trousers on one leg at a time."
"You need to learn the fine art of using magic to dress yourself, Potter."
"Do they teach that in Slytherin?"
"I learned it at the vaunted House of Black," Malfoy replied. "Mum was especially fond of that particular spell. She said it prevented wrinkles."
"Facial wrinkles?"
"Wrinkled clothing, you daft tosser."
Harry chuckled, and Malfoy gave him an ungentle poke in the ribs. Harry yelped in surprise, then laughed again. Had anyone told him he would enjoy spending time with Draco Malfoy, Harry wouldn't have believed it. Yet, here he was, canoodling with Malfoy in the Room of Requirement and laughing with him. It was madness.
"I wonder how the party is going."
Harry opened his eyes at Malfoy's musing. "I reckon several fights have broken out between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins, Ron and Hermione have sneaked off to snog, Neville has finally worked up the nerve to ask Hannah to dance, and McGonagall is regretting ever agreeing to any of it."
Waving Out Party