One Wild Party
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bleedingangel84Title: One Wild Party
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 210. I chose: Luna Lovegood; “What’s next, Neville dancing the Macarena in a tutu?; “Dancing Queen”; “Coming Home”
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: This is just a random, silly little something that I had a bit of fun with. I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Harry encounters Draco at a party after the war.
“I am a dancing bean, feel me scream as I flee the scene…oh yeah…”
“That has got to be the oddest version of ‘Dancing Queen’ I’ve ever heard,” Harry laughed.
“Actually, given that it’s Luna, that almost seems normal to me,” Draco observed.
“You may have a point there, Draco. Slytherins throw some wild parties. What’s next, Neville dancing the Macarena in a tutu?”
“That would be rather traumatic, I reckon. Longbottom does not look good in a dress.”
“How do you know that?”
“As you said, Slytherins throw wild parties. Seamus dared him to wear a dress once.”
“And he did it? I wouldn’t picture Neville doing something like that.”
“He was rather in his cups at the time. Truth or Dare in Slytherin can get rather messy sometimes. It was all in good fun, I promise you.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“Were you thinking that…Longbottom and I…no! Not even close. I couldn’t!”
“You couldn’t? Why not? He’s got quite fit over the years, hasn’t he?”
“I suppose he has, if you like that sort. But he’s not my type.”
“What is your type, if I may ask?”
“I prefer near-sighted blokes who look as if they’ve just been shagged in the midst of a hurricane.”
“It seems you have a rather specific type, Mr. Malfoy.”
“You would be correct in that regard, Mr. Potter.”
“Somehow I don’t think Lucius would be too thrilled if you came home with Harry Potter.”
“Luckily for his delicate sensibilities, I wasn’t planning on coming home tonight. I was going to stay here at Blaise’s. I’ve had too much to drink to Apparate safely, and I am in no particular mood to risk Splinching my cock.”
“That would definitely qualify as a tragedy of epic proportions. I rather like your bits just as they are.”
“I appreciate yours as well.”
“Should we leave? I find myself suddenly in the mood to express my appreciation in much more physical way, and I’d rather do it in private.”
“That idea has merit, I must say. Can you cook?”
“Yes. Why?”
“If I’m coming home with you, I expect breakfast in bed.”
“I can manage that.”
“I can’t wait, Potter.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 210. I chose: Luna Lovegood; “What’s next, Neville dancing the Macarena in a tutu?; “Dancing Queen”; “Coming Home”Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: This is just a random, silly little something that I had a bit of fun with. I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Harry encounters Draco at a party after the war.
“I am a dancing bean, feel me scream as I flee the scene…oh yeah…”
“That has got to be the oddest version of ‘Dancing Queen’ I’ve ever heard,” Harry laughed.
“Actually, given that it’s Luna, that almost seems normal to me,” Draco observed.
“You may have a point there, Draco. Slytherins throw some wild parties. What’s next, Neville dancing the Macarena in a tutu?”
“That would be rather traumatic, I reckon. Longbottom does not look good in a dress.”
“How do you know that?”
“As you said, Slytherins throw wild parties. Seamus dared him to wear a dress once.”
“And he did it? I wouldn’t picture Neville doing something like that.”
“He was rather in his cups at the time. Truth or Dare in Slytherin can get rather messy sometimes. It was all in good fun, I promise you.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“Were you thinking that…Longbottom and I…no! Not even close. I couldn’t!”
“You couldn’t? Why not? He’s got quite fit over the years, hasn’t he?”
“I suppose he has, if you like that sort. But he’s not my type.”
“What is your type, if I may ask?”
“I prefer near-sighted blokes who look as if they’ve just been shagged in the midst of a hurricane.”
“It seems you have a rather specific type, Mr. Malfoy.”
“You would be correct in that regard, Mr. Potter.”
“Somehow I don’t think Lucius would be too thrilled if you came home with Harry Potter.”
“Luckily for his delicate sensibilities, I wasn’t planning on coming home tonight. I was going to stay here at Blaise’s. I’ve had too much to drink to Apparate safely, and I am in no particular mood to risk Splinching my cock.”
“That would definitely qualify as a tragedy of epic proportions. I rather like your bits just as they are.”
“I appreciate yours as well.”
“Should we leave? I find myself suddenly in the mood to express my appreciation in much more physical way, and I’d rather do it in private.”
“That idea has merit, I must say. Can you cook?”
“Yes. Why?”
“If I’m coming home with you, I expect breakfast in bed.”
“I can manage that.”
“I can’t wait, Potter.”