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bleedingangel84) wrote2015-12-11 11:07 pm
Spiked
Title: Spiked
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Beta: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Inadvertent use of alcohol
Word Count: 149
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
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dove_drabbles-“Go dashing through the snow.” JMDC # 118- news flash
Summary: Blaise spikes the eggnog
Spiked
“Draco, I don’t feel very well.”
“Well, you did drink three gallons of eggnog on a dare, Potter. It’s not a news flash that you don’t feel well after that. I’m amazed you haven’t gone dashing off through the snow before now to vomit.”
“Eggnog doesn’t usually affect me like this.”
“Blaise put more rum in it than usual.”
“He told me it didn’t have alcohol in!”
“Harry, you should learn to never trust a Slytherin. Especially Blaise.”
“I’ll kill him.”
“Not if I get there first, you won’t. Come on. I’ll see you home.”
“I’ll see myself home, thanks.”
“Don’t be stupid. Harry. I’m not leaving you alone when you’re about to have the mother of all hangovers.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“I know.”
Draco, I-I—“
“Potter, if you’re going to toss your biscuits, kindly do so on the dead rosebush and not on my shoes.”
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