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nursedarry) wrote2009-05-29 08:59 am
nursedarry) wrote2009-05-29 08:59 am
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dysonrules
Title: Plan B
Pairing: H/D (with cameos from other cast)
Rating: PG-13, for naughty language
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Harry & Draco not-so-publically attempt to attend another public function.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I doubt anyone would want to pay me for it, but if you feel the need, just make the cheque out to JKR, WB and the publishers, please.
A/N: This story is loosely based upon the adventures of Slytherin Sex God and Auror Supreme on Twitter. I urge you to join them. This is BIRTHDAY FIC fordysonrules. Many happy returns and many Happy Meals too! And huge cheers to dripping_cherry for the hasty beta!
This fic is the result of how not to friend someone.dysonrules and I had thought we had friended each other on LJ since we gab all the time on Twitter. But we hadn't. So, discovering it was her birthday the night before it, I churned this out in about 10 minutes. And it shows.
“Where are they?” Pansy swivelled her head, anxiously looking at the assembled crowd.
“They’re not coming, I told you,” Greg repeated. “They was like, banned from this sort of thing. Remember the wedding? The Press was there to take pictures of the bride and groom but in the end the Prophet just ran photos of Potter and Draco being…well, themselves.”
“Hufflepuffian stick-my-finger-down-my-throat sickeningly cute?”
“Er, no, not really.”
“Wrecking destruction and mayhem.”
“That’s the one.”
“C’mon, Greg. This is Draco we’re talking about. If he can manage to break into the Restricted Section of the Library in first year and run out with How to Win Friends and Influence People andThe Magical Kama Sutra, he can certainly find a way to attend Marcus’ induction into the Quidditch Hall of Fame.”
“What’s the Magical Kama Sutra? I don’t remember seeing that.”
“Shut up, Greg, it’s starting.”
~*~
“Ow! Stop that!”
“What? I didn’t do anything!”
“Ow! What is that?”
“Pssssst! Pansy.”
“Draco? Is that you?”
“No, it’s Kennilworthy Whisp, who the hell do you think it is?”
“Draco, why are you holding a bottle of champagne? Are…are you dressed as a waiter?”
“I’m wearing a disguise, idiot!”
“Not a very good one.”
“Shut up.”
“Is Potter with you?”
As if on cue, a loud “uuuffft!” came from the orchestral dais. Mumbled swearing wafted over to the trio.
“What’s wrong with him?”
Harry was hopping up and down on one leg.
“Bumped into something, I’d say,” Draco replied. “He’s not wearing his glasses.”
That’s the best disguise he could come up with?”
“Hey, he’s wearing a costume. And he’s carrying that trumpet thing around.”
“Draco, he’s dressed as a member of the orchestra. What’s he going to do when they’re expected to play? Improvise?”
“We’re not going to be here that long. We’re just waiting for the inductions to finish, say congratulations to Marcus, and then leave with all haste.”
“Doesn’t sound like much of a plan.”
“Fuck off.”
“Draco, I think he wants your attention. He’s squinting and waving in this direction.”
“Oh god, Harry, don’t try to--”
CRASH!!! The drum kit, complete with both horizontal and vertical cymbals, fell off the orchestral dais, rolled several metres, and came to a loud and not-so-swift stop by the buffet table.
“--walk.”
“Well, you’ve certainly got Marcus’ attention. Why not go with Plan A.”
“Nooo, I think it’s time we implement Plan B. Bye!”
Draco gave a quick wave to Marcus, turned and jogged back to Harry who was noisily attempting to pick up the fallen percussion instruments.
His head bent down, coupled with the fact the he couldn’t see two feet in front of him meant that Harry completely missed seeing Kingsley and the brace of Security Aurors who were descending upon him.
Draco reached him first, however, and grabbed him none-to-gently by the arm. Thrusting the bottle of champagne at Harry, Draco had just enough time to snag a bowl of strawberries off the buffet table before the guards were in wand-range.
“C’mon, Cupcake,” he hissed into Harry’s ear. “Time to go.” Draco Apparated them the hell out of there.
The End.
Happy Birthday, Sweetie!
Pairing: H/D (with cameos from other cast)
Rating: PG-13, for naughty language
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Harry & Draco not-so-publically attempt to attend another public function.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I doubt anyone would want to pay me for it, but if you feel the need, just make the cheque out to JKR, WB and the publishers, please.
A/N: This story is loosely based upon the adventures of Slytherin Sex God and Auror Supreme on Twitter. I urge you to join them. This is BIRTHDAY FIC for
dysonrules. Many happy returns and many Happy Meals too! And huge cheers to dripping_cherry for the hasty beta!This fic is the result of how not to friend someone.
dysonrules and I had thought we had friended each other on LJ since we gab all the time on Twitter. But we hadn't. So, discovering it was her birthday the night before it, I churned this out in about 10 minutes. And it shows.“Where are they?” Pansy swivelled her head, anxiously looking at the assembled crowd.
“They’re not coming, I told you,” Greg repeated. “They was like, banned from this sort of thing. Remember the wedding? The Press was there to take pictures of the bride and groom but in the end the Prophet just ran photos of Potter and Draco being…well, themselves.”
“Hufflepuffian stick-my-finger-down-my-throat sickeningly cute?”
“Er, no, not really.”
“Wrecking destruction and mayhem.”
“That’s the one.”
“C’mon, Greg. This is Draco we’re talking about. If he can manage to break into the Restricted Section of the Library in first year and run out with How to Win Friends and Influence People andThe Magical Kama Sutra, he can certainly find a way to attend Marcus’ induction into the Quidditch Hall of Fame.”
“What’s the Magical Kama Sutra? I don’t remember seeing that.”
“Shut up, Greg, it’s starting.”
~*~
“Ow! Stop that!”
“What? I didn’t do anything!”
“Ow! What is that?”
“Pssssst! Pansy.”
“Draco? Is that you?”
“No, it’s Kennilworthy Whisp, who the hell do you think it is?”
“Draco, why are you holding a bottle of champagne? Are…are you dressed as a waiter?”
“I’m wearing a disguise, idiot!”
“Not a very good one.”
“Shut up.”
“Is Potter with you?”
As if on cue, a loud “uuuffft!” came from the orchestral dais. Mumbled swearing wafted over to the trio.
“What’s wrong with him?”
Harry was hopping up and down on one leg.
“Bumped into something, I’d say,” Draco replied. “He’s not wearing his glasses.”
That’s the best disguise he could come up with?”
“Hey, he’s wearing a costume. And he’s carrying that trumpet thing around.”
“Draco, he’s dressed as a member of the orchestra. What’s he going to do when they’re expected to play? Improvise?”
“We’re not going to be here that long. We’re just waiting for the inductions to finish, say congratulations to Marcus, and then leave with all haste.”
“Doesn’t sound like much of a plan.”
“Fuck off.”
“Draco, I think he wants your attention. He’s squinting and waving in this direction.”
“Oh god, Harry, don’t try to--”
CRASH!!! The drum kit, complete with both horizontal and vertical cymbals, fell off the orchestral dais, rolled several metres, and came to a loud and not-so-swift stop by the buffet table.
“--walk.”
“Well, you’ve certainly got Marcus’ attention. Why not go with Plan A.”
“Nooo, I think it’s time we implement Plan B. Bye!”
Draco gave a quick wave to Marcus, turned and jogged back to Harry who was noisily attempting to pick up the fallen percussion instruments.
His head bent down, coupled with the fact the he couldn’t see two feet in front of him meant that Harry completely missed seeing Kingsley and the brace of Security Aurors who were descending upon him.
Draco reached him first, however, and grabbed him none-to-gently by the arm. Thrusting the bottle of champagne at Harry, Draco had just enough time to snag a bowl of strawberries off the buffet table before the guards were in wand-range.
“C’mon, Cupcake,” he hissed into Harry’s ear. “Time to go.” Draco Apparated them the hell out of there.
The End.
Happy Birthday, Sweetie!
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And the Cupcake thing NEVER gets old for me. *giggles*
Great foray into Aurorsupreme/Slytherinsexgod Land! *grin*
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Now I'm giggling madly on the train. Luckily the stuffy people already know I'm insane.
WOOT!
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OMG, this is BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!!!
LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!
(You know, I just realized I totally missed your birthday, although I remember seeing you yelling at TF on Twitter about it. LOL!!!)
You are fabulous. *LUFFS*
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very cute and very funny! great job!
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you're on such a birthday roll, babe!
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LOL Now this is what I like to see, your boys causing massive destruction.
Why don't you just get that boy some contacts? Or I'm sure a Sith must have some kind of whammy for that.
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yay!
haha, loved this xD
Re: yay!
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