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.
Hay Ride
"This is stupid."
Harry stared sceptically at the large Thestral-drawn cart before him. The cart was stacked with blocks of hay, hiding the riders from view, even from the cart driver – Filch.
Marcus Flint ignored Harry's declaration, picking his delicate boyfriend up by the waist and simply dumping him on the back of the cart. Harry squirmed, swearing, as Marcus climbed up next to him. The older youth simply settled back against some of the hay, pulling Harry into his lap. Harry squirmed for a moment more before giving up with a huff, slumping against Marcus's strong chest.
"Why are we on this stupid hay ride, Marcus?" Harry asked, his voice a grumble. Marcus calmly stroked his back softly.
"Because I paid Filch ten gallons so we could have the ride to ourselves."
Harry paused, looking up at his lover. Marcus's strong face was staring straight ahead, and Harry grinned at him, leaning in to nuzzle his neck.
"Still stupid..."
