sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-06-25 14:17:00 |
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Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Undercoveralls
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry, 2 OFCs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 650
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Challenge #56 was colors, and what better time to also use the prompt of pink and orange overalls that twistedm gave me?
Summary: Draco and Harry are working (and working hard!) undercoveralls.
"Why do I have to wear the pink cover-thingies?" hissed Draco as he angrily swiped white paint on the outer wall of the shed in front of him.
Harry paused in his own painting to look at his partner. Personally, he thought Draco was adorable in his pink coveralls. "You look pretty in pink," he teased. "Be thankful you didn't get stuck with the orange coveralls. The color would have done nothing for you, and I look like a criminal in them."
Draco didn't seem appeased, but he remained silent as he continued to paint.
Ministry employees Potter and Malfoy had been assigned to go undercover at this Muggle estate, because it was believed a dark artifact was on the premises--an heirloom from the single witch the family had produced, some two hundred years ago. The item was said to be a gaudy bracelet, and the current owner was an eccentric, Muggle widow who had been only too happy to hire on some extra help to do odd jobs.
Painting a shed the Muggle way was just the latest indignity that Draco had had to suffer. The first, and worst, was that the daft old dame thought that Draco was a girl, and even more intolerable was that she thought he was Potter's girlfriend!
So far, throughout nearly a week of performing physical labor and making furtive searches, they had not seen the alleged bracelet, although they had felt traces of dark magic as they worked. The odd thing was, the faint magical signature of the bracelet seemed to move about, even though Mrs Randalf was never seen wearing it.
The woman chose that moment to check on their progress. Although elderly, she was still quite spry, and could often be found in her garden. In fact, it was her potting shed that they were currently painting. "How is the painting coming along, dears?" she asked pleasantly.
"Fine, Mrs Randalf," they chorused.
"You're not overdoing, are you?" she asked Draco, giving him a motherly pat on the head.
"No, ma'am," he gritted through his teeth.
Turning to Harry, Mrs Randalf admonished him, "Now, Mr Parker, do be sure not to let Miss Mallory get overheated." Harry nodded solemnly, only the twinkle in his green eyes betraying his amusement. Giving him a stern look, Mrs Randalf scolded, "And don't you think it's time you made an honest woman of the poor lamb?"
"Yes, ma'am," Harry agreed pleasantly. He waited until Mrs Randalf returned to her roses before adding beneath his breath, "Although I'd rather make a dishonest man of him."
"What was that, Potter?" snapped Draco, testy from the heat and the physical labor and the fact that Mrs Randalf thought he was female. Never mind the fact that he was dressed in pink and had his shoulder-length blond hair pulled back in a ponytail to keep it from getting spattered with paint.
"Nothing," Harry said innocently. "Nothing at all, lamb."
Draco rounded on him, about to make a scathing retort, when a flash of sparkle and movement in the flora nearby caught his eye. Pausing in the act of painting, Draco watched as a small gray feline emerged gracefully from the bushes and stopped to wash a dainty paw. On her neck, jewels gleamed in the sunshine.
"The bracelet!" Draco whispered urgently.
Harry's head whipped around to see where Draco was pointing. He, too, saw the cat, just as she became aware of the intent regard of the nearby humans. Hissing, she lashed her tail angrily and began trotting across an open expanse of grass.
"She's getting away!" yelled Draco at the same time as Harry bellowed, "Get that cat!"
The cat herself broke into a full-out sprint, Harry and Draco darted after her, Mrs Randalf screamed in outrage, and the chase was on.