A/N: This is my first attempt at an all-dialogue fic, ever. I hope I succeeded! I created this whole fic around the word 'piñata'. Enjoy!
WARNING: SLASH. Don't like; don't read.
Disclaimer: If it's called a 'disclaimer,' I obviously disclaiming owning whatever follows. I don't even own a piñata. . .
"Potter, what the hell is that. . . that. . . thing?"
"This, my dear Draco, is a piñata. It's for Hermione's birthday next week."
"What the hell is a peenyada?"
"A piñata is a Mexican thing that you fill with candy, and you burst it at the party."
"That really doesn't answer my question. And why would Granger—I mean Hermione—want to burst a giant. . . is that supposed to be a book? Well, why would she want to get candy out of a Mexican thing?"
"Yes, it's a book—of sorts. And it's not as much for Hermione as something to entertain the kids."
"Harry, I hate to break it to you, but Hermione doesn't have any kids. It's not surprising either, considering who she's married to."
"Hey, leave Ron alone. And no, Ron and Hermione don't, but everyone's supposed to be there, so there will be kids there."
"Oh. And why are you providing entertainment for the younger crowd?"
"Because I wanted an excuse to get apiñata."
"Smooth. So how does it work, exactly?"
"Do I hear a hint of curiosity? Who would've thought, the great Draco Malfoy, actually interested in a Muggle piñata!"
"Oh shut up, Potter, and tell me how it works."
"Well, it'd be easier to show you."
"Fine, then show me."
"First, I hang it up like . . . this. . . Can you hand me that hook? Thanks. I hang it up like this, and adjust it so it's not too easy to hit."
"Why?"
"Because if it's too easy to hit, there's no fun to the game."
"Oh. What's next?"
"After it's hung, you have to get a bat or stick to whack it with. I got a piñata bat at the store."
"It's pretty heavy."
"It's supposed to be, otherwise you can't hit the piñata or break it right."
"Oh. Next?"
"Next, you whack the piñata with that bat."
"Like this?"
"Yes. . . only harder."
"Harry, stop laughing at me! . . . Ow!"
"Dray! You're not supposed to swing it like that! You'll give yourself a concussion, and you might already have!"
"Not. . . my. . . fault!"
"You okay?"
". . . Yes. . . Show me how to whack it!"
"Draaaayyyy. . . We're not supposed to break it!"
"Show me, Potter!"
"Fine!"
". . ."
". . ."
". . ."
". . ."
"Well, Harry, I didn't think that was how you broke a piñata."
"Hmmm. I'm not complaining. Are you, Dray?"
"Not in the slightest. Just get down here and kiss me again, dammit."
"Gladly."
A/N: I don't even know if British Muggles use piñatas, much less wizards. So if they don't, let's pretend that they do. Hah. Reviews make me happy. :]
-PieRSquared