sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-04-24 03:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge #49 |
Challenge #49
Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Figures
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Minor suggestion
Word count: 374
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 Challenge #49, in which we had to use at least 10 words from a list of 15; I got 11.
Summary: Harry can't understand Draco's fascination with a Muggle sport.
Harry couldn't see what fascination figure skating held for Draco. For someone who professed to hate all things Muggle, if there was figure skating on the telly, Harry's blond boyfriend was all but glued to the set as he watched. "Can't we watch baseball instead?" Harry whined.
"Shhh!" Draco shushed him impatiently, his attention riveted to the screen.
Harry gave an exaggerated shudder and flopped onto the other end of the sofa with a sigh. He watched the pair on the telly undulate to some boring piece of music, and then, at his own peril, Harry spoke up again. "What do you see in this garbage, anyway?" he sniped.
"It's brilliant!" enthused Draco, glancing quickly in Harry's direction. "Figure skating is like ballet, classical music and fashion, all rolled into one. For instance," he continued, "this pair is performing to Rachmaninoff, who is a favorite of mine, but their sepia colored costumes don't do a thing for her coloring. The sequins add some pizazz, but what is up with the elastic cuffs on her partner's sleeves?"
Harry stared at Draco in horrified fascination as his boyfriend dished up the dirt on costumes, of all things.
"See how closely their movements are like ballet?" asked Draco, still watching the performance intently. "It's amazing that he can balance on the edge of one blade while holding her over his head like that. Oh, no!" Draco cringed suddenly as the pair took a nasty spill.
Harry snickered, and when Draco whipped around to glare at him, he did his best to project an air of innocence. "What?" he asked, all wide-eyed.
"Stop laughing, or you'll get no sex for a week," warned Draco.
Harry pretended to be horrified, but it was a hollow threat, and they both knew it. Draco had gone back to watching the program. The skaters had gamely picked themselves up and were continuing with their routine. The woman was draped wantonly around her partner, and Harry had a sudden idea. "Say, Draco," he began, only to be cut off.
"Forget it, Potter," snapped the blond. "I am not going to have kinky sex with you.
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At least not while figure skating is on."