Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nor do I own a purple bra. I leave that to Tasuki's lover. ;D
Warnings: Er… slash? (…what else do I write? I might as well not put warnings at all, because they're always going to say slash. Derr.)
THIS. I blame entirely on Tasuki and that stupid pop-up ad of hers.n.n; One of those spur-of-the-moment drabbles that don't need terrific writing or terrific plots. We love those. n.n
Harry Potter wandered around the Headmaster's office lazily. He was supposed to meet Dumbledore at precisely 2:17. It was 2:35 now, and the old wizard was nowhere to be seen. Harry stopped to pat Fawkes on the head, pacing in circles. He could've sworn he'd already worn holes in the delicate circular rug in the middle of the room.
Bored, he began to look at some of the Headmaster's belongings. Random trinkets placed on random shelves, pictures of wizards and witches and various people that either said hello politely or blinked lazily at him. He circled the room again. And again. And glanced at his watch. And tapped his foot. He was debating leaving and coming back at a later time, when something caught his eye.
It was something purple.
Not that it should have surprised him. Dumbledore was purple-in-a-box. Crayola could name a crayon after the man.
It just seemed out of place. A little corner of purple sticking out into the room from behind a wardrobe. Harry blinked curiously at it, like he was expecting it to get up and do a dance or something. When it remained as still as any inanimate object would tend to remain, he walked over to it. Reaching down, he grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a…
bra?
Harry stared at it for a second before letting out a strange sounding squeak and dropping it on the floor like it was a spider. He did not want to know, heaven forbid, why Albus Dumbledore had a purple bra stashed behind his wardrobe.
He reached down to pick it up again and return it to its original place on the floor, and as he did, several scenes pushed themselves into his mind. First he saw himself and Draco Malfoy, wearing the purple bra. Then himself and Dumbledore, wearing the purple bra. Then himself and Tom Riddle, wearing the purple bra. Then finally himself and Snape, wearing the purple bra.
When the scenes faded away, Harry was still standing in Dumbledore's office, clutching the piece of lingerie. He stared at it in horror, then flung it back behind the wardrobe in horror. Rubbing a hand on his temple and muttering something about birds and bees and headaches, he stumbled out of the office and made his way to the hospital wing.
>end >
The IM that caused it:
Tasuki: I just got a pop up ad
Tasuki: Of a woman in a purple bra
Tasuki: Saying, "THE WOMAN OF YOUR DREAMS...
Tasuki: COULD BE DREAMING OF YOU!"
Me: I'm saving this IM as Tasuki and the Purple Bra of Dreams.
Tasuki: Sounds like a Childrens Story
Me: Sounds like a Harry Potter. xD
Me: Harry Potter and the Bra of Dreams.
Tasuki: Ahaha
Tasuki: Which Dumbledore wore, of course
Me: (Or Draco)
Me: (Or Snape)
Tasuki: He has purple everything else
Me: (Or Voldy)
Me: ...true! Oh dear. n.n;
Er…review? Please? Even though it's completely ridiculous? -cow eyes-