This is for Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge — a drabble a day until my imagination dies.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


Monster Under The Bed


Harry shivered as he looked into the shadows surrounding him. He didn't like Halloween, not one bit. People were always telling stories, horrible stories, which usually Harry had been able to disregard. But since learning that magic was indeed real, Harry had begun to wonder what else was real.

The other thing bothering him was his bed. Even after sleeping it in for years, he still wasn't used to the off-the-ground Gryffindor bed. He still missed having a bed that was low to the ground, leaving no space for the monsters to lurk.

A grunt came from behind him and arms tightened possessively around him. Harry rolled over in the iron grasp, looking into the face of the teenager who shared his bed. Marcus Flint was not particularly pleasant to look at, but he wasn't ugly. He was, for lack of a better word, plain. Yet due to his demeanour, people labelled him as a monster.

Harry's face broke out into a sudden grin and he burrowed closer to his lover, snuggling against his chest. Why did he fear the monsters under the bed? He had his own personal monster right there with him.


Yes, I am in a Marcus/Harry blitz!