Original poster: enchanted_jae Title: No Accounting for Taste Author: </a></b></a>enchanted_jae Pairing: H/D Rating: PG Warning(s): None Word count: 410 Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit. Author's note: Written for the current challenge prompt of If you jiggle it a little, it will open. Summary: Harry finds himself in a close encounter with Draco Malfoy. Malfoy had tried several spells, from a simple alohomora to more complicated incantations that Harry had never even heard of. The door refused to budge.
"Maybeif you jiggle it a little, it will open," he ventured to say. Malfoyturned to glare at him, and Harry gestured for the blond to move awayfrom the door. Stepping up, he tried the handle again, jiggling it forgood measure. The lock resolutely held. Harry allowed his forehead tofall against the heavy door with a thud. "This is Hermione's doing," hemuttered.
Once Hermione had pried Harry's darkest secret fromhim, that he fancied Draco Malfoy, she had been trying to get themtogether. She had urged Harry to approach the aloof blond and strike upa conversation. When he quailed at the thought, she had begun havingfrequent parties in an effort to pair them up. That, too, had failed.Now, Harry found himself locked in a small cloak room with the objectof his late night wank fantasies, the sounds of the party still goingon beyond the door, and he knew that most clever of witches was behind the debacle.
"How is this Granger's fault?" demanded Malfoy crossly.
Harry took a deep breath. "I suspect she's the one who has locked us in here."
"That's absurd," scoffed Malfoy. "Why would she do such a thing?"
Harry visibly cringed. "Uh..."
"Out with it."
Harry would have begun pacing, had there been room. "It's because...shethinksImightfancyyou," he finally blurted.
"And why would Granger think you fancied me?" Malfoy asked, his voice tight, as if forcing himself to remain calm.
Harryrisked a glance at the blond. Malfoy was standing there with oneeyebrow quirked in inquiry, and he looked so damned hot with thatrather haughty expression on his face. Harry sighed and raked a handthrough his hair before replying, "Because I...told her so."
"I see," said Malfoy. "Is there any reason why you elected to tell Granger this, rather than telling me?"
Harry gaped at him. "Well, I...but you...we don't even like one another!" he finally exclaimed.
"There's just no accounting for taste, is there?" mused Malfoy, stepping closer to Harry.
Harry felt his temperature and his heart rate rise, but he held his ground.
"However,I am very interested in finding out exactly what you taste like,"murmured Malfoy, and his lips settled firmly over Harry's.