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FIC: Ghostly Fun (H/D; R; 500) Halloween Quickie Series (1/5)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Ghostly Fun
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: ~500
Status: I have a strange idea of combining these prompts to tell a voyeuristic snapshot story of Harry and Draco falling in love in their Eight Year and then announcing this to the Hogwarts population. But that might not work (or maybe it's not allowed), so for now, consider this complete.
Summary: Sometimes Moaning Myrtle moans for other reasons.
Note: First ficlet written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
awdt's Halloween Quickies, prompt #1 was: scary/ghost stories. Expect one silly ficlet per day this week. :|
Unrelated Note:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yumekutteikt is so awesome. Look what I have: A drawing of a scene from that veela!Draco cookie thingy without a title. Harry clutching Draco's pants kills me!
#1:
Ghostly Fun
"It's not that I don't appreciate seeing a naked, young man taking a bath," the Gray Lady commented. "But after a while it gets a bit boring. And a minute ago when he was singing; it was actually scary."
"Harry Potter singing is scary," Moaning Myrtle agreed. "But don't worry; things will pick up soon." She smiled knowingly.
Just as she said it, the door of the prefect's bathroom flew open and one Draco Malfoy strode in imperiously.
"Ah-ha!" Moaning Myrtle exclaimed as the Lady next to her paled so hard, not even Myrtle's ghostly eyes could se her anymore.
"Oh! Will this turn violent? I cannot stand violence!" the Lady bemoaned.
"Well, sometimes it's a bit violent," Myrtle allowed. "But it's hardly worth mentioning. These incidents always end the same." She nodded. "See, Draco here will now declare his utter indignation ..."
"Potter, must you always be here? Honestly, I can't even walk into a random room anymore without finding you naked inside it!"
"And then Harry here will show he's not as dim-witted as he looks," Myrtle continued.
"Did it eve occurred to you, Malfoy, to stop following me around, hoping you'll catch me naked?"
As Draco spluttered indignantly, the Gray Lady's interest peaked, probably because as Draco was grumbling he was also stripping.
"See, now," Myrtle explained. "Draco will pretend that his illogical conclusion is the most natural thing on the world."
"Fine, Potter. If you insist to be in my way, see if I care. I came to have a bath and a bath I will have!"
"And now Potter will lie."
"Fine! But I don't want to have sex with you. Again."
"And now Draco will show incredible talent for denial."
"As if I wanted to have sex with you. Ever. Have you been fantasising again, Potter?"
Draco entered the large tub; his body flushed and cock hard and leaking, effectively contradicting Draco's words.
"And Potter won't say anything anymore, because he's much too busy drooling." Myrtle leaned closer to the wide-eyed and no longer bored-looking Gray Lady, and whispered conspiratorially, "Harry here, has this enormous," Lady's eyes grew larger, "oral fixation," Myrtle finished. Then, when she noticed that the Lady seemed slightly disappointed, she added quickly, "Oh he has a huge prick too."
The Lady blushed. "As if I care for such things," she said primly, but then squeaked as the water in the bathtub splashed all over the bathroom.
"But he lacks patience," Myrtle declared, watching Harry trying to subdue the naked, struggling blond.
"Oh my!" the Lady covered her eyes. Rather futilely as her hand was transparent. "Oh dear. Potter seems quite ... ferocious. And that Malfoy boy is ... bendy."
Both the Lady and Myrtle cocked their heads as Draco demonstrated his bendiness, moaning delightedly, "Potter, you're completely savage!" And then, "Oh yes! Right there. Don't stop ... I still hate you, though."
"Mmmmm. Yeah, me too ..." was Harry's breathless reply.
"Oh!" the lady gasped after a minute. "That's an interesting place the Potter boy just shoved his tongue in."
"Oh he also has a shoving-things-into-Malfoy's-various-orifices fixation."
When Harry and Draco began moving together, their movements fast but fluid, the Lady clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Oh! This is fun!"
Watching Harry bite Draco's neck, eliciting a low growl from Draco's throat, Myrtle moaned contently. "Now do you understand why I like to hang around bathrooms so much?"
#2: Filch's Fun
#3: Caught
#4: Backfired
#5: Coming Out
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Ghostly Fun
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: ~500
Status: I have a strange idea of combining these prompts to tell a voyeuristic snapshot story of Harry and Draco falling in love in their Eight Year and then announcing this to the Hogwarts population. But that might not work (or maybe it's not allowed), so for now, consider this complete.
Summary: Sometimes Moaning Myrtle moans for other reasons.
Note: First ficlet written for
awdt's Halloween Quickies, prompt #1 was: scary/ghost stories. Expect one silly ficlet per day this week. :|Unrelated Note:
yumekutteikt is so awesome. Look what I have: A drawing of a scene from that veela!Draco cookie thingy without a title. Harry clutching Draco's pants kills me!#1:
"It's not that I don't appreciate seeing a naked, young man taking a bath," the Gray Lady commented. "But after a while it gets a bit boring. And a minute ago when he was singing; it was actually scary."
"Harry Potter singing is scary," Moaning Myrtle agreed. "But don't worry; things will pick up soon." She smiled knowingly.
Just as she said it, the door of the prefect's bathroom flew open and one Draco Malfoy strode in imperiously.
"Ah-ha!" Moaning Myrtle exclaimed as the Lady next to her paled so hard, not even Myrtle's ghostly eyes could se her anymore.
"Oh! Will this turn violent? I cannot stand violence!" the Lady bemoaned.
"Well, sometimes it's a bit violent," Myrtle allowed. "But it's hardly worth mentioning. These incidents always end the same." She nodded. "See, Draco here will now declare his utter indignation ..."
"Potter, must you always be here? Honestly, I can't even walk into a random room anymore without finding you naked inside it!"
"And then Harry here will show he's not as dim-witted as he looks," Myrtle continued.
"Did it eve occurred to you, Malfoy, to stop following me around, hoping you'll catch me naked?"
As Draco spluttered indignantly, the Gray Lady's interest peaked, probably because as Draco was grumbling he was also stripping.
"See, now," Myrtle explained. "Draco will pretend that his illogical conclusion is the most natural thing on the world."
"Fine, Potter. If you insist to be in my way, see if I care. I came to have a bath and a bath I will have!"
"And now Potter will lie."
"Fine! But I don't want to have sex with you. Again."
"And now Draco will show incredible talent for denial."
"As if I wanted to have sex with you. Ever. Have you been fantasising again, Potter?"
Draco entered the large tub; his body flushed and cock hard and leaking, effectively contradicting Draco's words.
"And Potter won't say anything anymore, because he's much too busy drooling." Myrtle leaned closer to the wide-eyed and no longer bored-looking Gray Lady, and whispered conspiratorially, "Harry here, has this enormous," Lady's eyes grew larger, "oral fixation," Myrtle finished. Then, when she noticed that the Lady seemed slightly disappointed, she added quickly, "Oh he has a huge prick too."
The Lady blushed. "As if I care for such things," she said primly, but then squeaked as the water in the bathtub splashed all over the bathroom.
"But he lacks patience," Myrtle declared, watching Harry trying to subdue the naked, struggling blond.
"Oh my!" the Lady covered her eyes. Rather futilely as her hand was transparent. "Oh dear. Potter seems quite ... ferocious. And that Malfoy boy is ... bendy."
Both the Lady and Myrtle cocked their heads as Draco demonstrated his bendiness, moaning delightedly, "Potter, you're completely savage!" And then, "Oh yes! Right there. Don't stop ... I still hate you, though."
"Mmmmm. Yeah, me too ..." was Harry's breathless reply.
"Oh!" the lady gasped after a minute. "That's an interesting place the Potter boy just shoved his tongue in."
"Oh he also has a shoving-things-into-Malfoy's-various-orifices fixation."
When Harry and Draco began moving together, their movements fast but fluid, the Lady clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Oh! This is fun!"
Watching Harry bite Draco's neck, eliciting a low growl from Draco's throat, Myrtle moaned contently. "Now do you understand why I like to hang around bathrooms so much?"
#2: Filch's Fun
#3: Caught
#4: Backfired
#5: Coming Out
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