Title: Harry Potter and the Insufferable
Part: Fight on the Yardarm (2/?)
Authors: Daestwen (rogue1221@hotmail.com), Dincirithiel
(donatien_is_sad@yahoo.com), Libby (rainbow_laughter@hotmail.com)
Pairing: We are SO not telling.
Warnings: This is. uh. what one would call. how do we put it? SLASH.
Rating: PG-13 (huzzah)
Summary: Magic boys on a boat.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is god. Period.
Author's note: We actually weren't high when we wrote this, believe it or
not. We just watched about ten hours of Horatio Hornblower. Huzzah
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"I can't believe they even made us clean off our plates . . ." Ron said as he looked off the railing of the quarterdeck. At least, that was what Snape had told them it was, but really it was just some part of the deck in nowhere in particular.
"Would someone please tell me why on earth we have to have watches? It's not like anyone's going to attack . . ." Neville spoke up, and then suddenly got horrid visions of ships burning, and shut his mouth.
"This is servant's work." Draco's voice was loud enough to hear even on the quarterdeck, though he was up in the rigging trying to put a reef in the main top'sl. In plain English, it meant he was trying to scrunch up one of the sails to make it shorter, though he wasn't doing a very good job. "And we're not allowed to use magic at all! Ten days I'm stuck here, TEN."
"Be quiet Malfoy, or I'll have yeh reef the main'sl as WELL." Hagrid, the officer of the watch, called up.
"I'll do no such thing." Draco muttered, but only Harry (who was helping him reef the top'sl) heard it.
"Just shut up, Malfoy, so we can get back on deck." Harry growled, before grunting when he got his fingers caught.
"I don't think I will, Potter." Draco spat, shaking the top'sl to undo all of Harry's previous work, though it undid his as well.
"Stop it, Malfoy! You're only making more work for us!" Harry snapped, giving the blonde boy a slight shove for emphasis. This, however, wasn't such a brilliant idea, as the foot line (what they were perched on) began to swing dangerously, and they teetered.
"Watch what you're doing!" Draco hissed, "Do you want to kill us all?"
"Then stop undoing the work! I'd rather be able to actually get down from this yardarm soon then spend the entire night with you skylarking!" The yardarm, a big wooden pole attached to the mast (another big wooden pole stuck to the ship) held a sail, and Draco and Harry were currently bent over it, though not actually on it. He lied.
"Why, Potter? Scared of falling? You're such a coward."
"Take that back." Harry said, his eyes glaring so fiercely they seemed to bore holes into Draco's own.
"No. It's the truth. You and your friend Weasley are both cowards. COWARDS." The last word prompted Harry's fist to connect with Draco's cheekbone, and soon two boys were dangling by their feet from the foot line, trying to get at each other with fists. The entire group of fifth year students all stopped what they were doing to watch the spectacle, and Hagrid turned just in time to notice.
"MALFOY! HARRY! STOP THAT AT ONCE!" He yelled, but neither of them took notice, as one of Harry's feet slipped, and he was only holding on by one now.
"Ron! Go fetch the Capt'n. Quickly now!" Hagrid said, and the red-head was off down the hatchway, never so eager to find Snape in his life.
Snape came up within a couple minutes, looking livid; he pointed his wand up at the yardarm.
"Windguardium LeviosUM." He cried, emphasising the last syllable, and the two boys floated downwards toward the deck. Once they touched deck, however, they didn't seem to stop, and Harry launched himself at Draco, and they were clawing at each other once again.
"STOP IMMEDIATELY." Snape screamed, and there was a very sudden silence on board the ship Insufferable, and Harry and Draco slowly stood up, both unconsciously wiping their uniforms of dust.
"You are to come to my cabin immediately, Mr. Potter. And you as well, Mr. Malfoy. And you both shall learn why I do not tolerate fighting aboard this ship." With that he stalked off, with Harry and Draco following silently behind him.
T.B.C.
~*~
"I can't believe they even made us clean off our plates . . ." Ron said as he looked off the railing of the quarterdeck. At least, that was what Snape had told them it was, but really it was just some part of the deck in nowhere in particular.
"Would someone please tell me why on earth we have to have watches? It's not like anyone's going to attack . . ." Neville spoke up, and then suddenly got horrid visions of ships burning, and shut his mouth.
"This is servant's work." Draco's voice was loud enough to hear even on the quarterdeck, though he was up in the rigging trying to put a reef in the main top'sl. In plain English, it meant he was trying to scrunch up one of the sails to make it shorter, though he wasn't doing a very good job. "And we're not allowed to use magic at all! Ten days I'm stuck here, TEN."
"Be quiet Malfoy, or I'll have yeh reef the main'sl as WELL." Hagrid, the officer of the watch, called up.
"I'll do no such thing." Draco muttered, but only Harry (who was helping him reef the top'sl) heard it.
"Just shut up, Malfoy, so we can get back on deck." Harry growled, before grunting when he got his fingers caught.
"I don't think I will, Potter." Draco spat, shaking the top'sl to undo all of Harry's previous work, though it undid his as well.
"Stop it, Malfoy! You're only making more work for us!" Harry snapped, giving the blonde boy a slight shove for emphasis. This, however, wasn't such a brilliant idea, as the foot line (what they were perched on) began to swing dangerously, and they teetered.
"Watch what you're doing!" Draco hissed, "Do you want to kill us all?"
"Then stop undoing the work! I'd rather be able to actually get down from this yardarm soon then spend the entire night with you skylarking!" The yardarm, a big wooden pole attached to the mast (another big wooden pole stuck to the ship) held a sail, and Draco and Harry were currently bent over it, though not actually on it. He lied.
"Why, Potter? Scared of falling? You're such a coward."
"Take that back." Harry said, his eyes glaring so fiercely they seemed to bore holes into Draco's own.
"No. It's the truth. You and your friend Weasley are both cowards. COWARDS." The last word prompted Harry's fist to connect with Draco's cheekbone, and soon two boys were dangling by their feet from the foot line, trying to get at each other with fists. The entire group of fifth year students all stopped what they were doing to watch the spectacle, and Hagrid turned just in time to notice.
"MALFOY! HARRY! STOP THAT AT ONCE!" He yelled, but neither of them took notice, as one of Harry's feet slipped, and he was only holding on by one now.
"Ron! Go fetch the Capt'n. Quickly now!" Hagrid said, and the red-head was off down the hatchway, never so eager to find Snape in his life.
Snape came up within a couple minutes, looking livid; he pointed his wand up at the yardarm.
"Windguardium LeviosUM." He cried, emphasising the last syllable, and the two boys floated downwards toward the deck. Once they touched deck, however, they didn't seem to stop, and Harry launched himself at Draco, and they were clawing at each other once again.
"STOP IMMEDIATELY." Snape screamed, and there was a very sudden silence on board the ship Insufferable, and Harry and Draco slowly stood up, both unconsciously wiping their uniforms of dust.
"You are to come to my cabin immediately, Mr. Potter. And you as well, Mr. Malfoy. And you both shall learn why I do not tolerate fighting aboard this ship." With that he stalked off, with Harry and Draco following silently behind him.
T.B.C.