This is silly little ficlet, well a sicklet. Gah ha ha. That was really
stupid. Well, anyway. This is pretty tame. More may or may not be added.
Harry gets a pink thong for Valentine's Day. ^-^
"" this obviously is talking
* * will be emphasizing a word
() is thinking
*****
"What the hell is this?!" Harry burst. He was holding a small pink frilly thing in his right hand. Holding is far from his face, a look of astonishment and bafflement upon his face. His green eyes large.
"Oh. Oh my." Hermoine said. She held her hands over her face. She tried to not frighten Harry by laughing. Which was what she had wanted to do when she saw that Harry was holding a small, pink thong. "Oh, dear. Harry, you, you seem to." She giggled lightly. Ron's eyes got wide when he realized what he was holding.
"Well, you seem to be holding…" Hermoine staved off another laughing attack.
Ron began to laugh, hard. He held his stomach, tears spurted from his eyes and he wiped at them furiously. "Harry!" he burst. "You got a pair of girl's knickers!" he laughed. Harry's eyes widened, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth dropped open.
"No." he shook his head. "No, no. These can't be. They're so *small*!!" he held the pink panties farther from his head.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermoine laughed, clutching her stomach. "Those aren't just any panties!" Tears began to dribble from under her eyelashes. "That's a pair of thongs!!" she slowly began to ease her laughing when Harry clutched his face. He dropped the pink underwear and tried to skid away from them.
*****
After Hermoine and Ron finally calmed down, they try to figure out who had given Harry the knickers.
*****
"Well, did you give me them to me, Herm?" The black haired boy asked Hermoine. She smoothed down her normally unruly hair and shook her head.
"No, I gave you the chocolate frogs, the ones with colored bows." She pointed to a small, bouncing box to Harry's left. He reached over and picked up the red box. When he peaked inside he saw four or five small frogs, each wearing a small festive bow upon its neck.
"Ron, did you?" Harry asked after securing the top. Ron shook his head, his fiery hair flying around his face. He had decided to grow it out after Seamus told him he looked "dead sexy, I really would screw you if you were dead." And of course, Ron believed him, his hair now reaching slightly below his earlobes.
"Nah. I gave you those Lord of the Ring cards. Remember?"* Ron said, a twinkle in his eye. Harry blushed slightly and looked away. The cards had been magicked to do all kinds of dirty things.
"Well, if neither of you gave me," he held up the pink thong, "*these* then who did?" Eh waved them in front of him and detected a slight scent. Like a man's cologne, very faint. It reminded him of someone, but before he could pinpoint it, Hermoine brought him back to reality.
"Where's the box it came in. Maybe there's a clue." Harry looked around his legs. There were several boxes, most unopened still. There! He spotted a small heart shaped box, like the box that muggle Valentine candies came in. He pulled it to him, searching for a little addressee note. Hermoine had gone to the bathroom for a second and Ron was looking at Harry's Lord of the Rings trading cards. ** Harry watched Ron for a second; he was talking to one of the cards.
"So, Boromir. Would you be willing to take off your leggings?" Harry didn't listen long enough to find out but he did hear the mention of several sickles. (What would a card do with sickles? Yeah, I don't know either, just bored. ^-^)
Harry picked up the box, inside was a small pink piece of parchment. It read:
Harry,
I *do* hope you like your present. It took me a whole week to find a pair that seemed to suit you.
Harry held up the panties and wrinkled his nose. Pink didn't seem to be his color, and frills?! There was more:
I was toying around with the idea of a pair of black boxers, but thought you would look much more delectable in frills. I hope I can see them on you soon.
Love,
D.
(We all know whom that is. *-^ but for the sake of ppl who don't I won't tell. But we do know whom D. is, don't we?)
Harry began to list all the names that started with D in his head. He heard Ron chuckle in the corner. Something like, "Legolas, you naughty boy!" Harry wracked his brain. (D, D. Who's name started with D?) Harry looked at the thong again, then brought it to his nose and inhaled. He heard Ron gasp and looked up quickly, shoving the panties behind his back. Ron was holding several cards in his hand; apparently they were doing some rather unmentionable things to each other.
Harry looked around, blushing. (Why do I like blushing bishis? I don't know. Daisuke is always blushing. Well, makes them cuter. If that were possible.)
"Uh, Ron. I need to, uhem, go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a bit. I might go for a walk or something, ok?" Harry informed the red head. Ron looked up.
"Alright, *Harry*." He chuckled and went back to the cards. Shuffling through them slowly.
*****
Harry had left the school some time ago and was now wandering precariously close to the Forbidden Forest. He looked around, noticing no one near by; he sat down with a thump.
He slowly pulled out the pink panties. He ran his pale fingers over the frills along the leg holes, smoothing down the silky fabric. They had small hearts embroidered all over; Harry pulled the underpants to his face. They had little H's inside the hearts!! His emerald eyes became wider.
"Do you like them?" was whispered silkily into his ear. He tried to turn his head but soon found two firm hands holding his head in place. "Well?" the voice asked.
"I *do* hope you do."
"You, you gave these knickers to me?" Harry stuttered. His captive was the one to give him the girl's panties.
"Yes, but their not just *any* pair of knickers. They were bought especially for you. Did you see the little H's?" The smooth voice informed Harry. Harry could smell the same cologne on the boy behind him as on the panties. He shivered. Because now he *knew* that this was a boy. Not some girl, not some prank. This was for real. He smelt of something dark, sexy, musky. That was the only word Harry could think of, musky. Very manly but not overwhelming.
"Then you do like them?" the boy asked in a searching voice. Harry nodded slowly.
"Oh, good. I was hoping you would."
"Can I see you?" Harry asked softly. He felt the boy sigh into his hair.
"I, I don't know." The boy seemed actually perplexed, like this were a really hard idea to grasp. His interest, seeing him, after giving him a very revealing pair of pink, frilly girl's knickers. (Whew, too many adjectives. {Wipes forehead})
"I…" The boy paused. Deep in thought, his hands loosened lightly on Harry's head. That's when the dark haired boy spun around. Only to be confronted by a pair of gray eyes, over pink lips and the whole thing topped by light blonde hair. (Geez, I think I have a thing for blondes. ^-^) The boys gasped.
*****
Draco! MALFOY!!! Harry was practically sitting in his enemies lap. The gray eyes were wide, innocent. Not hard and cruel like usual. Suddenly they began to well up with tears. Draco drew in a great hitching breath. At that moment Harry realized, (Draco's gonna cry. Malfoy! Crying.) His mouth hung open at the very thought of this cold unfeeling statue crying. Actually physically, tears streaming, lips trembling. Harry smiled, Draco had never seemed like a real person until now. Draco sobbed, his tears exiting his eyes at an alarming rate.
Harry instinctively pulled Draco close, the blonde head resting on the Gryfindor's shoulder. Soon, his shoulder was covered in salty tears, but Draco had ceased to cry. Just sitting in Harry's protective, mute, except for a few sobs and betraying breathes.
"Harry, I'm so sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen. I should go." Draco pulled away and stumbled away. Trying to maintain his balance, not cry and make it back to Hogwarts without moving into the Forbidden Forrest.
Harry got up and ran to the blonde. "Malfoy." He mentally smacked himself when he saw Draco's shoulders slump lower. "Draco, wait up." Harry caught up with Draco near the entrance; kids began to look at them. Anticipating another fight. The boys were standing there, looking at each other, hair messy, Draco's face tear streaked. Both their chests were heaving, breathing heavily from the near mile sprint to the entrance stairs.
"I, I really the present you gave, Draco." Harry moved forward and captured Draco's soft lips into a soul-searing kiss. They both heard a loud gasp emitted from the whole crowd. Then they heard, "Woo hoo! Way a go!" Harry realized it was the Weasley twins and smiled, breaking from the kiss breathlessly.
"You did?" Draco asked. His brows furrowing slightly, his nose wrinkled up a bit. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, they'll look great on you." Harry said, a smile playing on his lips.
"Well, pinks not really my color. Besides, I have a pair of azure." Draco told the black haired boy. Harry's eyes widened. The he chuckled.
"Can I see them?" he asked.
"I'm wearing them." Draco whispered. Harry grabbed Draco's cool hand and pulled him into the school.
"Goody, the first glimpse of you in girls' knickers." Harry said, smiling over his shoulder at Draco. His emerald eyes sparkling, meeting equally enticing silver.
*****
Back at the spot Harry dropped the pink frilly things.
*****
Neville looked down at his shoes. There lay, a pair of pink frilly underpants. He gasped and reached down to pick them up.
"What are these?" he asked mesmerized. Looking around quickly, he shoved them into his robes and took off for his room.
*****
Did you like it? Turned out to be much longer than I expected. ^-^ Well, review. Should I add more? Harry and Draco. Draco lifting his skirt to show Harry his pretty blue thong? Neville wearing a pink thong? And don't worry *my* Neville is tall, thin, cute, befreckled, and ripped. O_o
Draco: I *don't* wear girls' knickers!! Especially pink ones!
Aku: I didn't say you did, Harry and Neville do. You wear blue ones. ^-^
* I'm going to write a story about Harry and dirty, naked Lord of the Rings cards. Just because Legolas is so damn hot. I think I'm in love with Orlando Bloom. *-*
** Dirty Ron. O_o.
"" this obviously is talking
* * will be emphasizing a word
() is thinking
*****
"What the hell is this?!" Harry burst. He was holding a small pink frilly thing in his right hand. Holding is far from his face, a look of astonishment and bafflement upon his face. His green eyes large.
"Oh. Oh my." Hermoine said. She held her hands over her face. She tried to not frighten Harry by laughing. Which was what she had wanted to do when she saw that Harry was holding a small, pink thong. "Oh, dear. Harry, you, you seem to." She giggled lightly. Ron's eyes got wide when he realized what he was holding.
"Well, you seem to be holding…" Hermoine staved off another laughing attack.
Ron began to laugh, hard. He held his stomach, tears spurted from his eyes and he wiped at them furiously. "Harry!" he burst. "You got a pair of girl's knickers!" he laughed. Harry's eyes widened, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth dropped open.
"No." he shook his head. "No, no. These can't be. They're so *small*!!" he held the pink panties farther from his head.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermoine laughed, clutching her stomach. "Those aren't just any panties!" Tears began to dribble from under her eyelashes. "That's a pair of thongs!!" she slowly began to ease her laughing when Harry clutched his face. He dropped the pink underwear and tried to skid away from them.
*****
After Hermoine and Ron finally calmed down, they try to figure out who had given Harry the knickers.
*****
"Well, did you give me them to me, Herm?" The black haired boy asked Hermoine. She smoothed down her normally unruly hair and shook her head.
"No, I gave you the chocolate frogs, the ones with colored bows." She pointed to a small, bouncing box to Harry's left. He reached over and picked up the red box. When he peaked inside he saw four or five small frogs, each wearing a small festive bow upon its neck.
"Ron, did you?" Harry asked after securing the top. Ron shook his head, his fiery hair flying around his face. He had decided to grow it out after Seamus told him he looked "dead sexy, I really would screw you if you were dead." And of course, Ron believed him, his hair now reaching slightly below his earlobes.
"Nah. I gave you those Lord of the Ring cards. Remember?"* Ron said, a twinkle in his eye. Harry blushed slightly and looked away. The cards had been magicked to do all kinds of dirty things.
"Well, if neither of you gave me," he held up the pink thong, "*these* then who did?" Eh waved them in front of him and detected a slight scent. Like a man's cologne, very faint. It reminded him of someone, but before he could pinpoint it, Hermoine brought him back to reality.
"Where's the box it came in. Maybe there's a clue." Harry looked around his legs. There were several boxes, most unopened still. There! He spotted a small heart shaped box, like the box that muggle Valentine candies came in. He pulled it to him, searching for a little addressee note. Hermoine had gone to the bathroom for a second and Ron was looking at Harry's Lord of the Rings trading cards. ** Harry watched Ron for a second; he was talking to one of the cards.
"So, Boromir. Would you be willing to take off your leggings?" Harry didn't listen long enough to find out but he did hear the mention of several sickles. (What would a card do with sickles? Yeah, I don't know either, just bored. ^-^)
Harry picked up the box, inside was a small pink piece of parchment. It read:
Harry,
I *do* hope you like your present. It took me a whole week to find a pair that seemed to suit you.
Harry held up the panties and wrinkled his nose. Pink didn't seem to be his color, and frills?! There was more:
I was toying around with the idea of a pair of black boxers, but thought you would look much more delectable in frills. I hope I can see them on you soon.
Love,
D.
(We all know whom that is. *-^ but for the sake of ppl who don't I won't tell. But we do know whom D. is, don't we?)
Harry began to list all the names that started with D in his head. He heard Ron chuckle in the corner. Something like, "Legolas, you naughty boy!" Harry wracked his brain. (D, D. Who's name started with D?) Harry looked at the thong again, then brought it to his nose and inhaled. He heard Ron gasp and looked up quickly, shoving the panties behind his back. Ron was holding several cards in his hand; apparently they were doing some rather unmentionable things to each other.
Harry looked around, blushing. (Why do I like blushing bishis? I don't know. Daisuke is always blushing. Well, makes them cuter. If that were possible.)
"Uh, Ron. I need to, uhem, go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a bit. I might go for a walk or something, ok?" Harry informed the red head. Ron looked up.
"Alright, *Harry*." He chuckled and went back to the cards. Shuffling through them slowly.
*****
Harry had left the school some time ago and was now wandering precariously close to the Forbidden Forest. He looked around, noticing no one near by; he sat down with a thump.
He slowly pulled out the pink panties. He ran his pale fingers over the frills along the leg holes, smoothing down the silky fabric. They had small hearts embroidered all over; Harry pulled the underpants to his face. They had little H's inside the hearts!! His emerald eyes became wider.
"Do you like them?" was whispered silkily into his ear. He tried to turn his head but soon found two firm hands holding his head in place. "Well?" the voice asked.
"I *do* hope you do."
"You, you gave these knickers to me?" Harry stuttered. His captive was the one to give him the girl's panties.
"Yes, but their not just *any* pair of knickers. They were bought especially for you. Did you see the little H's?" The smooth voice informed Harry. Harry could smell the same cologne on the boy behind him as on the panties. He shivered. Because now he *knew* that this was a boy. Not some girl, not some prank. This was for real. He smelt of something dark, sexy, musky. That was the only word Harry could think of, musky. Very manly but not overwhelming.
"Then you do like them?" the boy asked in a searching voice. Harry nodded slowly.
"Oh, good. I was hoping you would."
"Can I see you?" Harry asked softly. He felt the boy sigh into his hair.
"I, I don't know." The boy seemed actually perplexed, like this were a really hard idea to grasp. His interest, seeing him, after giving him a very revealing pair of pink, frilly girl's knickers. (Whew, too many adjectives. {Wipes forehead})
"I…" The boy paused. Deep in thought, his hands loosened lightly on Harry's head. That's when the dark haired boy spun around. Only to be confronted by a pair of gray eyes, over pink lips and the whole thing topped by light blonde hair. (Geez, I think I have a thing for blondes. ^-^) The boys gasped.
*****
Draco! MALFOY!!! Harry was practically sitting in his enemies lap. The gray eyes were wide, innocent. Not hard and cruel like usual. Suddenly they began to well up with tears. Draco drew in a great hitching breath. At that moment Harry realized, (Draco's gonna cry. Malfoy! Crying.) His mouth hung open at the very thought of this cold unfeeling statue crying. Actually physically, tears streaming, lips trembling. Harry smiled, Draco had never seemed like a real person until now. Draco sobbed, his tears exiting his eyes at an alarming rate.
Harry instinctively pulled Draco close, the blonde head resting on the Gryfindor's shoulder. Soon, his shoulder was covered in salty tears, but Draco had ceased to cry. Just sitting in Harry's protective, mute, except for a few sobs and betraying breathes.
"Harry, I'm so sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen. I should go." Draco pulled away and stumbled away. Trying to maintain his balance, not cry and make it back to Hogwarts without moving into the Forbidden Forrest.
Harry got up and ran to the blonde. "Malfoy." He mentally smacked himself when he saw Draco's shoulders slump lower. "Draco, wait up." Harry caught up with Draco near the entrance; kids began to look at them. Anticipating another fight. The boys were standing there, looking at each other, hair messy, Draco's face tear streaked. Both their chests were heaving, breathing heavily from the near mile sprint to the entrance stairs.
"I, I really the present you gave, Draco." Harry moved forward and captured Draco's soft lips into a soul-searing kiss. They both heard a loud gasp emitted from the whole crowd. Then they heard, "Woo hoo! Way a go!" Harry realized it was the Weasley twins and smiled, breaking from the kiss breathlessly.
"You did?" Draco asked. His brows furrowing slightly, his nose wrinkled up a bit. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, they'll look great on you." Harry said, a smile playing on his lips.
"Well, pinks not really my color. Besides, I have a pair of azure." Draco told the black haired boy. Harry's eyes widened. The he chuckled.
"Can I see them?" he asked.
"I'm wearing them." Draco whispered. Harry grabbed Draco's cool hand and pulled him into the school.
"Goody, the first glimpse of you in girls' knickers." Harry said, smiling over his shoulder at Draco. His emerald eyes sparkling, meeting equally enticing silver.
*****
Back at the spot Harry dropped the pink frilly things.
*****
Neville looked down at his shoes. There lay, a pair of pink frilly underpants. He gasped and reached down to pick them up.
"What are these?" he asked mesmerized. Looking around quickly, he shoved them into his robes and took off for his room.
*****
Did you like it? Turned out to be much longer than I expected. ^-^ Well, review. Should I add more? Harry and Draco. Draco lifting his skirt to show Harry his pretty blue thong? Neville wearing a pink thong? And don't worry *my* Neville is tall, thin, cute, befreckled, and ripped. O_o
Draco: I *don't* wear girls' knickers!! Especially pink ones!
Aku: I didn't say you did, Harry and Neville do. You wear blue ones. ^-^
* I'm going to write a story about Harry and dirty, naked Lord of the Rings cards. Just because Legolas is so damn hot. I think I'm in love with Orlando Bloom. *-*
** Dirty Ron. O_o.