Last year it was The Official Unwritten Slash Month, this year it's the Official Challenge Month. The similarities? A month of fics by one author. The difference? This time, YOU are in control.
Each fic will be written based on a challenge. This can be any type of challenge, from a single word to a full-blown challenge. The rules are simple, they must be Harry Potter and they must be slash. So get involved, get reviewing and together we'll make November the Challenge Month.
(Challenges can be submitted via Reviews, or, preferably, emails until the Fanfiction messages service starts to work. If your submission is anonymous, please leave an email address so I can contact you if I chose to write your fic, this address will also be kept private.)
Challenge: "Once upon a timeā¦" from WWOMB.
Fairytale
"Once upon a time, there was a handsome Prince. He lived in a castle far, far away called Hogwarts, and all the people loved him. One day, an old witch came to the Prince. This witch was an evil witch, and she cast a spell on the Prince. She turned him into a beast who no one would like. All he had was a few animals who followed him around and weren't frightened by his growling and prowling and beastiness.
One day, the villagers decided that they must send a sacrifice to the Beast, and so they chose a boy from the village. This boy was very beautiful, and none could resist him. This was true even for the Beast, who soon fell for the beautiful sacrifice. The Beast's love for the boy was so strong that he even broke the evil witch's spell, and the witch was vanquished. And it was a horrible, sticky mess. BUT, the Prince and the boy had two pretty Princesses, and the two Princesses were sometimes very naughty Pincesses, and they could make a horrible sticky mess even worse than the evil witch! And now the girls have to go to sleep again."
"Aww, Papa, do we have to!"
"Papa, no!"
"Yes, or the evil witch might come back and the Prince will have to make a mess again all over the Princesses pretty dresses, and that wouldn't be good, would it?"
"No! No, we'll go to sleep, we're good Princesses!"
"Goodnight Papa, goodnight Daddy!"
Draco sighed as he kissed the little girls and slipped out of the room, blowing the candle out on the way. He grinned at his partner as he slid into bed, kissing him on the lips.
"What story did they want this time?"
"What else, the story of the Beast and the boy."
"I can't believe they like that story. In fact, I can't believe you told them it! It's homoeroticism, Draco!"
"They're far too young and innocent to see that, it's all in your mind. Besides, would you like me to tell them the true story and give them nightmares and make them think I only stay with you because I'll be sent to Azkaban otherwise?"
Harry grinned. "It's been ten years, that old sob story doesn't count anymore and you know it. You could even get your wand back if you wanted to."
Draco smirked as a tube of lube soared into his open palm, before placing it into Harry's.
"And why would I want to restric my magic to that old piece of wood?" Harry grinned and began to put the lube to it's proper use, marvelling once again at the tiny bump that was a sign of their third child on Draco's frame. A last thought brought a smile to his lips as he kissed Draco.
"I'd just love to know what Voldemort would have thought if he knew he was being protrayed to our daughters as an old witch."
And once again, laughter reigned in the Potter-Malfoy household, soon overtaken by soft moans of pleasure (and the occasional giggle, Harry was unfortunately very ticklish). And they all lived happily ever after.
