webmistresses (webmistresses) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2009-10-15 13:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabble, member: lillibet, rating: pg-13 |
Magic Balls: A Ridiculous Birthday Ficlet by Lillibet
Title: Magic Balls: A Ridiculous Birthday Ficlet
Author: Lillibet
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300~
Warnings: Reference to threesome
Summary: Harry is having a bad day. Lucius and Severus aren't helping.
A/N: Written for WhiteCotton's birthday.
Magic Balls: A Ridiculous Birthday Ficlet
Harry groaned under his breath. Merlin, he known that photoshoot was a bad idea.The World Cup was three months away and he'd had an interview with Magic Balls Quidditch Magazine last week. The afternoon had gone really well he'd thought - his hopes for England (pretty good), his relationship with Severus (very good, but none of their business), his thoughts on the new team strip (very comfortable thanks).
At which point he realised he'd been set up. There were always a few photos to accompany the article in Magic Balls, but rather than the standard headshot, he found himself hustled into uniform for a full four page spread. Seemed the new team sponsor wanted to make an impact. Indiana Jones adventurer style (Harry couldn't even summon up the energy to be surprised that Indiana Jones had been a wizard). They'd spent hours making him pose on top of boulders, swing from trees and "capture" bad guys. At least his kit was designed to be comfortable. He'd gone home cold and thoroughly unimpressed and done his best to put it out of his mind.
Which was what had led to this highly awkward dinner party at the Malfoys'. The edition of the magazine had appeared today. It had produced a strange reaction: Lucius was squirming in his seat, eyes glazed, panting lightly. Apparently the vision of a leather-clad Harry Potter wielding a bull whip was everything he'd hoped for. Turned out he was the new team sponsor. Harry should have checked. He wanted to kick himself. And when they got home he was going to kick Severus who was bent over laughing so hard he was in danger of drowning in his soup. Harry eyed the bottle of vintage champagne in the hands of the footman. In the mean time he was going to get horribly drunk.