Title: The Luck Of The Irish
Words: 100
Rating: PG-13 for drunkness and talk of sexual activities :)
Other characters/pairings: Mention of a Mr. Seamus Finnegan
Warnings: Drunk! Harry
Author’s Notes: I'm full blooded Irish in my heart and when I saw that this week's theme at
hpgw100 was luck I had to write of the Irish :D
As Harry finished up his third attempt at The Night That Paddy Murphy Died, Ginny cursed, and vowed that next year he would be the one dragging her home from Seamus Finnegan’s party.
“You know,” Harry slurred with an awful Irish accent, “St. Patty’s ‘s my favorite holiday.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, and d’you know why?”
“Haven’t a clue,” Ginny readjusted herself under his weight.
“Because on St. Patty’s we’re all Irish, and the Irish all get lucky,” Harry grinned widely.
“You may have the luck of the Irish tonight, love, but that doesn’t mean I’m shagging your drunk arse.”
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The Night That Paddy Murphy Died click the link. This version is by
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