Drabble - Slytherin, After All
Title: Slytherin, After All
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 400
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): None
Summary: Slytherins can take care of themselves.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for week 2 in slythindor100's H/D LDWS Round Five. The prompt was Bat-Bogey Hex.
Harry was just sitting down to relax after a long day at work when he heard the front door burst open and then slam shut again a moment later. That could only mean one thing-
"Draco? What's wrong?"
"Wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, Potter." Draco stomped into their living room, his arms akimbo and his usually pristine hair a mess. He was scowling so deeply Harry worried he'd pull a facial muscle. "Apparently it isn't enough that I donated my family's money to that orphanage or helped rebuild Hogwarts, no! Evidently I haven't yet done enough to pay my debt to society."
Harry stood and slowly approached Draco, not wanting to startle him. He could see the beginnings of a rant coming on, and he wanted to calm Draco down before things got too crazy. He lightly placed his hands on Draco's shoulders and steered him towards the couch. When they were sitting he began to rub soothing circles down Draco's arms.
"Draco, breathe. You and I both know that you've done more than enough for the Wizarding World since the war. You don't owe anyone anything, so what brought all this on?"
Some of the tension had left Draco's shoulders as Harry rubbed, but at his words, his eyes flashed steel and his nostrils flared.
"Some idiot at the pub thought he'd play hero and hexed me when my back was turned. All I heard was, 'Death Eater scum!' before it hit. Apparently the Bat-Bogey is quite popular with drunken arseholes, because everyone except for Pansy was laughing their head off. Bloody bunch of wankers. But they got what they deserve, don't you worry."
Now it was Harry who needed to calm down. With a surge of anger, he shot up and was almost in the hall when Draco caught him and spun him around.
"Those bastards! I'll hex all of them into dung beetles right now. Let me go!"
With a smirk, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and smashed their mouths together in a demanding kiss. After a few minutes he brought a hand down to palm Harry through his trousers.
"Personally, I'd much rather you channel that energy into a more...pressing matter. Besides," he led Harry down the hall towards their bedroom, still smirking, "Pansy hexed all their pricks neon green. We may be reformed, but we are still Slytherins, after all."
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 400
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): None
Summary: Slytherins can take care of themselves.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for week 2 in slythindor100's H/D LDWS Round Five. The prompt was Bat-Bogey Hex.
Harry was just sitting down to relax after a long day at work when he heard the front door burst open and then slam shut again a moment later. That could only mean one thing-
"Draco? What's wrong?"
"Wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, Potter." Draco stomped into their living room, his arms akimbo and his usually pristine hair a mess. He was scowling so deeply Harry worried he'd pull a facial muscle. "Apparently it isn't enough that I donated my family's money to that orphanage or helped rebuild Hogwarts, no! Evidently I haven't yet done enough to pay my debt to society."
Harry stood and slowly approached Draco, not wanting to startle him. He could see the beginnings of a rant coming on, and he wanted to calm Draco down before things got too crazy. He lightly placed his hands on Draco's shoulders and steered him towards the couch. When they were sitting he began to rub soothing circles down Draco's arms.
"Draco, breathe. You and I both know that you've done more than enough for the Wizarding World since the war. You don't owe anyone anything, so what brought all this on?"
Some of the tension had left Draco's shoulders as Harry rubbed, but at his words, his eyes flashed steel and his nostrils flared.
"Some idiot at the pub thought he'd play hero and hexed me when my back was turned. All I heard was, 'Death Eater scum!' before it hit. Apparently the Bat-Bogey is quite popular with drunken arseholes, because everyone except for Pansy was laughing their head off. Bloody bunch of wankers. But they got what they deserve, don't you worry."
Now it was Harry who needed to calm down. With a surge of anger, he shot up and was almost in the hall when Draco caught him and spun him around.
"Those bastards! I'll hex all of them into dung beetles right now. Let me go!"
With a smirk, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and smashed their mouths together in a demanding kiss. After a few minutes he brought a hand down to palm Harry through his trousers.
"Personally, I'd much rather you channel that energy into a more...pressing matter. Besides," he led Harry down the hall towards their bedroom, still smirking, "Pansy hexed all their pricks neon green. We may be reformed, but we are still Slytherins, after all."