(Prompt-Challenge)... i hate you good & dead ...
Title: ... i hate you good & dead ...
Author: physixxx
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: None, really.... Slight toilet humour, I reckon.
Notes: Written for nocturnali and jamie2109's AWDT weekly challenge
Prompt: "The Lobster Thermidor looks delicious."
Word Count: 396
“-sigh-”
“Don’t you -sigh- me, Mr. Man! I hate you, Harry Potter! I hate you, good and dead!!”
“-rolls eyes-”
“I hated you when I was eleven... no, no, no... Before then! I hated you when I was eight and I first read about you in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century! And I hated you when I first met your grubby little self in Madam Malkin's robe shop.
"Yes, yes. I know..."
"ANNNNND-dah!.....I hated you second-year when you have the nerve - the unmitigated nerve - to throw a tickle charm at me. How DARE you tickle-charm me, Potter!”
“Are you quite finished?”
“I hated you third-year when you let that beast of a chicken attack me... and then you let that ... that ... that girl punch me in my nose - my beautiful nose - *sob* *whimper* *sob*”
“It’s beautiful now...”
“Never-you-mind! I hated you sixth year when you sliced me open... actually, I kinda thought that was hot...”
“You’re sick...”
“I hated you when you had the nerve - again with the unmitigated nerve - to ask me on a shag... A shag?? Like I’m some... some... some scarlett woman!”
“-snigger-“
"And that your bumbling attempt at asking me out on a date..."
"... what ...!?"
"'Uhh.. I was just thinking... well... I mean... that is to say... careforabitofHow's-Your-Father...?'"
"... it worked, didn't it ...?"
"And THEN... your choice in restaurants??? ‘The lobster thermidor looks delicious, Draco, maybe you should eat that... Oh, have another drink, Draco... Oh, you can mix tequila and vodka and whiskey, just don’t drink any beer... Oh, did I say ‘no beer’ I meant ‘no American beer’...’ "
“PLORGUHHH!!!”
Harry knelt behind Draco, holding back blonde hair as the poor lad sat face-deep in the toilet bowl. Draco clutched at the sides of the porcelain bog. His back lurched and convulsed as Draco continued with his hour-long forced purge.
“I hate you,” he whimpered, catching his breath.
Harry leaned closer to him, kissing between his shoulder blades.
“I’m sorry,” he said, lips still pressed against Draco’s skin, cold and clammy with sweat.
“Oh, you will be sorrufhhHUUUH-OOHAHHMMLORGPFFF!!!”
Harry grimaced, looking over Draco’s shoulder into the loo.
“When did you eat corn?”
“HUUUGRRLLLLFF!!!”
“*pant* *sob* *pant* I hate you Harry Potter... *whimper* *sob* I hate you good and dead...”
“-sigh-”
“*whinge*”
°fin°
Author: physixxx
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: None, really.... Slight toilet humour, I reckon.
Notes: Written for nocturnali and jamie2109's AWDT weekly challenge
Prompt: "The Lobster Thermidor looks delicious."
Word Count: 396
“-sigh-”
“Don’t you -sigh- me, Mr. Man! I hate you, Harry Potter! I hate you, good and dead!!”
“-rolls eyes-”
“I hated you when I was eleven... no, no, no... Before then! I hated you when I was eight and I first read about you in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century! And I hated you when I first met your grubby little self in Madam Malkin's robe shop.
"Yes, yes. I know..."
"ANNNNND-dah!.....I hated you second-year when you have the nerve - the unmitigated nerve - to throw a tickle charm at me. How DARE you tickle-charm me, Potter!”
“Are you quite finished?”
“I hated you third-year when you let that beast of a chicken attack me... and then you let that ... that ... that girl punch me in my nose - my beautiful nose - *sob* *whimper* *sob*”
“It’s beautiful now...”
“Never-you-mind! I hated you sixth year when you sliced me open... actually, I kinda thought that was hot...”
“You’re sick...”
“I hated you when you had the nerve - again with the unmitigated nerve - to ask me on a shag... A shag?? Like I’m some... some... some scarlett woman!”
“-snigger-“
"And that your bumbling attempt at asking me out on a date..."
"... what ...!?"
"'Uhh.. I was just thinking... well... I mean... that is to say... careforabitofHow's-Your-Father...?'"
"... it worked, didn't it ...?"
"And THEN... your choice in restaurants??? ‘The lobster thermidor looks delicious, Draco, maybe you should eat that... Oh, have another drink, Draco... Oh, you can mix tequila and vodka and whiskey, just don’t drink any beer... Oh, did I say ‘no beer’ I meant ‘no American beer’...’ "
“PLORGUHHH!!!”
Harry knelt behind Draco, holding back blonde hair as the poor lad sat face-deep in the toilet bowl. Draco clutched at the sides of the porcelain bog. His back lurched and convulsed as Draco continued with his hour-long forced purge.
“I hate you,” he whimpered, catching his breath.
Harry leaned closer to him, kissing between his shoulder blades.
“I’m sorry,” he said, lips still pressed against Draco’s skin, cold and clammy with sweat.
“Oh, you will be sorrufhhHUUUH-OOHAHHMMLORGPFFF!!!”
Harry grimaced, looking over Draco’s shoulder into the loo.
“When did you eat corn?”
“HUUUGRRLLLLFF!!!”
“*pant* *sob* *pant* I hate you Harry Potter... *whimper* *sob* I hate you good and dead...”
“-sigh-”
“*whinge*”
°fin°