sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-11-06 02:25:00 |
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Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Rowr!
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Utter stupidity and complete lack of sensitivity
Word count: 497
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 Monday Fun. I was tagged and given the prompt Trick or Treat?
Summary: Harry plans to pull a Halloween trick on Draco.
"Harry, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Oh, come on, Hermione. It will be funny!" replied Harry dismissively.
Hermione gave him a sour look. "It is not funny," she disagreed. "You know that Draco has a pathological fear of werewolves."
"Yeah, when he was twelve," Harry said with a roll of his eyes. "He's twenty now, and he's outgrown the worst of his childhood fear." As he was talking, he was stepping into his full-body werewolf costume.
"I don't know, mate," Ron chimed in. "If you show up at Malfoy's wearing that, you may not be getting any sex for the next eight months."
"It's a tacky Muggle costume!" Harry protested. "It doesn't even look that realistic." With that, he pulled the mask on over his head and posed, arms raised and body bent forward as if to pounce.
Hermione huffed and stomped out of the room, while Ron just shook his head and said, "It's your funeral, Harry."
~*~
Harry Apparated to the edge of the wards at Malfoy Manor, then began the laborious walk to the mansion. He carried the head of his costume beneath one arm, as it severely limited his visibility, and he didn't want to run into a tree and knock himself silly. Once he reached the steps, he lumbered up them, donned his mask, took a deep breath and grasped the heavy, iron knocker on the door, giving it a resounding bang.
Draco was expecting him, so Harry anticipated his boyfriend would open the door. At the sound of approaching footsteps, he grinned behind his mask and assumed the attack pose. The door swung open to reveal Draco's welcoming smile.
"ROWR!!" yelled Harry, in his best imitation of a werewolf growl.
Draco emitted a sound that Harry had never heard another human being make before. It was something between a garbled choke and a high-pitched, girly scream. The blond clutched his throat and stumbled back from the doorway so fast he fell on his arse. Still screaming, he scrambled to his feet and fled down the entrance hall, careening off a small table and sending an expensive-looking vase to the floor with a crash.
Harry snatched the mask from his head. "Draco, wait!" he called, but it was too late. He could hear Draco's footsteps pounding madly up the staircase, a sharp scream punctuating each step, until the sounds faded away. Harry stood in stunned silence, unsure now of what he should do.
At that moment, Narcissa Malfoy swept regally into the hallway, wand at the ready, and assessed the situation at a glance. Her eyes traveled from Harry in full werewolf regalia to the shattered vase on the floor to the staircase her terrified son had charged up, then back to Harry again. "Harry James Potter!" she hissed. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Harry swallowed nervously before stammering, "Uh, Trick or Treat?"
For next week, I tag blaithacs with the prompt of chicken noodle soup. Enjoy!