A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club November
Marvel Appreciation: 2 - Howard Stark - Dialogue: "Write that down!" [Bonus]
Lyric Alley: 5 - Show some skin, and would be, caché
Word Count: 484
Harry stared at the blank page in front of him. It wasn't as if he wasn't trying to come up with something to write, it was just... He didn't know honestly. It was like his mind had gone completely blank. He was tired, having worked a hard case the previous week. Maybe that had something to do with his lack of creativity at the moment.
Not for the first time, he wished he'd never agreed to write this stupid book, but he knew if he hadn't, Rita Skeeter would have. Having her going over his life with a fine tooth comb, looking for any evidence of scandal was the last thing he needed in his life at the moment.
"Still haven't written anything, Potter?" Draco asked walking past Harry's study and pausing in the doorway.
"Bite me, Malfoy," Harry muttered crumbling up the blank piece of paper and throwing it at Draco. Draco laughed and walked over to Harry.
"Write that down and everyone will want to read your book. Would it spark an idea?" Draco asked tousling Harry's hair.
"No."
"Then, no. You're on a week's worth of paid vacation as of today to write this book, or at least write more than three words."
"I've written more than three words, see?"
"'I, Harry James Potter, love Draco Malfoy' inside a red heart does not count as working on your book, Harry."
"It's my autobiography, and you're a huge part of my life, so it does so," Harry countered. Draco snorted.
"And that's what you want to show to your publisher?" Draco asked tilting his head.
"Why not? It's not like the whole world doesn't already know. We were all over the cover of the Prophet last week," Harry retorted.
"In the gossip column, no one believes half that nonsense."
"They have a photo of us kissing," Harry stated. Draco smirked.
"Maybe, it's kind of blurry if you ask me, and they most certainly didn't capture your good side."
"I saw it – wait... you leaked them the photo, didn't you?"
"Now why would I do something as cliche as that?"
"Because... you're... you," Harry sputtered glaring at Draco.
"Bite me, Potter," Draco countered. Harry rose from his chair.
"If that's the way you want play this," he said wrapping his arms around Draco and nibbling on his earlobe. "Maybe I can work on the stupid book tomorrow."
"Just let Skeeter do it, Harry. What's the worse she can find, that you like to pretend we're vampires in the bedroom?" Draco asked causing Harry to blush.
"Bet the whole world would find that interesting," Harry mumbled. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Fun now, work later, then, Potter?"
"You're going to eventually stop calling me that."
"Why? It's so endearing to relive our rivalry," Draco laughed darting off toward the master bedroom. Harry followed him a moment later wondering if maybe Draco was right, maybe he should just let Skeeter write this train-wreck of a book.