From Worst to Best
Title: From Worst to Best
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Minor 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:
♦ HarryPotter_BirthdayParty for Harry's 40th birthday
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 349 - riding
Summary: Harry turns his birthday around.
Harry glanced at the clock again. Three minutes had passed since the last time he'd looked at it.
Today was Harry's fortieth birthday. It was meant to be an auspicious occasion, celebrated with family and friends, followed by a private celebration later with Draco. Instead, the Ministry of Magic had adopted the Muggle Prime Minister's quarantine rules, which meant Harry and Draco were stuck at home, as they had been for weeks.
Worst birthday ever.
Movement from the window caught Harry's attention. One of their neighbors was riding by on a bicycle. She appeared to be enjoying herself. Harry thought it was too bad he and Draco didn't have bicycles.
Harry straightened up. He may not have a bicycle, but he did have something better.
"Draco!"
"If we shag now, Harry, you won't have anything to look forward to later," Draco murmured without looking up from the book he was reading.
Harry jumped up. "Let's take Sirius' motorbike out for a ride," he said, brimming with excitement.
"Are you mad?"
"Being cooped up indoors is what's driving me mad," said Harry. "Come on, let's go! It will be fun."
Draco's eyes brightened as he caught some of Harry's eager anticipation. "Won't we get in trouble?"
"We can go for a ride," Harry replied. "We're just not allowed to have contact with anyone else. Besides, if the Muggle police try to pull us over, we'll take to the air."
Draco laughed out loud. "That sounds like a good way to spend your fortieth birthday in jail."
Harry laughed with him. "It won't come to that, I promise. Grab your leather jacket, and let's go."
Ten minutes later, they were cruising along the streets of London. It was fun, but not exhilarating. Harry grinned in grim determination, cast a Disillusionment charm, and sent the motorbike roaring up into the sky. In no time, they left the city behind and were soaring over green fields, dotted with sheep and cattle.
The wind buffeted them, but Harry didn't mind. The fresh air was a welcome change. Draco shivered and burrowed closer, arms tightening around Harry's middle as he clung to him. Harry laughed in sheer joy.
Best birthday ever.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Minor 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:
♦ HarryPotter_BirthdayParty for Harry's 40th birthday
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 349 - riding
Summary: Harry turns his birthday around.
Harry glanced at the clock again. Three minutes had passed since the last time he'd looked at it.
Today was Harry's fortieth birthday. It was meant to be an auspicious occasion, celebrated with family and friends, followed by a private celebration later with Draco. Instead, the Ministry of Magic had adopted the Muggle Prime Minister's quarantine rules, which meant Harry and Draco were stuck at home, as they had been for weeks.
Worst birthday ever.
Movement from the window caught Harry's attention. One of their neighbors was riding by on a bicycle. She appeared to be enjoying herself. Harry thought it was too bad he and Draco didn't have bicycles.
Harry straightened up. He may not have a bicycle, but he did have something better.
"Draco!"
"If we shag now, Harry, you won't have anything to look forward to later," Draco murmured without looking up from the book he was reading.
Harry jumped up. "Let's take Sirius' motorbike out for a ride," he said, brimming with excitement.
"Are you mad?"
"Being cooped up indoors is what's driving me mad," said Harry. "Come on, let's go! It will be fun."
Draco's eyes brightened as he caught some of Harry's eager anticipation. "Won't we get in trouble?"
"We can go for a ride," Harry replied. "We're just not allowed to have contact with anyone else. Besides, if the Muggle police try to pull us over, we'll take to the air."
Draco laughed out loud. "That sounds like a good way to spend your fortieth birthday in jail."
Harry laughed with him. "It won't come to that, I promise. Grab your leather jacket, and let's go."
Ten minutes later, they were cruising along the streets of London. It was fun, but not exhilarating. Harry grinned in grim determination, cast a Disillusionment charm, and sent the motorbike roaring up into the sky. In no time, they left the city behind and were soaring over green fields, dotted with sheep and cattle.
The wind buffeted them, but Harry didn't mind. The fresh air was a welcome change. Draco shivered and burrowed closer, arms tightening around Harry's middle as he clung to him. Harry laughed in sheer joy.
Best birthday ever.