Harry Potter And The Worst Curse Yet
by Anansii
"I'm afraid this is going to be a slashfic" said Draco,
"Why?" asked Harry, cautiously. "You aren't... er..."
"Interested? Not hard ..er.. likely. But look at the facts. We're enemies, right? Lock us in a room together and ordinarily you'd expect us to either come bursting out of opposite walls or reenact the Tale of the Kilkenny Cats. But here we sit talking to each other, politely. We're somewhere in the middle of an adventure we don't know the details of probably because the writer is planning on a lot of flashbacks she hasn't written yet. You're kinda beat up and so am wince I, but not from fighting each other and the general atmosphere is too hurt/comfort for words."
"And we're sitting on and chained to a most improbably comfy bed in an otherwise forbidding dungeon room." finished Harry. He reached into his pants. "Hmm... I've still got my wand where I hid it - no, not that - got yours?"
Draco checked "Why yes, I believe I do."
"Then there's just one thing to do. One... two... three..."
They raised their wands, pointed them through the Fourth Wall at the writer's pen and cried "Expelliarmus!"