Drabble Challenge for June: Animal

Author's Notes: So this is the third (random) part of Harry and Draco journey that was in The Wedding of Parvati Patil then we took a flashback to The Funeral of Augusta Longbottom arriving at The Stag Party for Neville. Stay with the journey - who knows where it'll lead us next!

The Stag Party for Neville Longbottom

Takes place six months after The Funeral of Augusta Longbottom

"Listen, mates. I told you, Parvati said no strippers." Neville had been taken out by his mates and co-workers to his 'low-key' stag party which was anything but that.

"No," Malfoy corrected Neville, "she said no female strippers, we are at a Muggle gay club with male dancers and - look! They have a MECHANICAL BULL!"

Malfoy was way too excited for this, Harry thought. It had been months since Harry had seen Malfoy in a social setting. They worked together and often discussed cases in work conferences but rarely did they ever mingle in a social setting. Harry had learned his lesson from Neville's grandmother's funeral, he knew, he didn't understand why, but he knew, he should keep his distance from Malfoy.

Unfortunately for Harry, Malfoy had apologised to the entire Wizarding world and gotten in good graces with Neville that when it came time to plan for Neville's stag, Draco had volunteered himself in charge.

"Come on, let's ride it," Malfoy said breaking Harry's thought process.

"I am sorry, what?" Harry asked.

"The bull, I am asking Longbottom to come and ride the bull - no - daring," Malfoy said.

"I don't know, I can't. You know me and - coordination," Neville hesitated. Harry couldn't believe it, after all this time, Neville still faltered. He had killed a bloody snake, faced the villains of his past but still his first instinct had been 'no'.

"Come on, it looks like fun!" Ron encouraged him. "I can't stay long, so I want to see you do it, mate."

"Draco should go first," Neville said timidly. "I reckon you have a lot of experience riding -" Laughter filled the table. "I mean -" Neville was turning red.

"I know what you mean, mate. And yeah, I do have a lot of experience riding." Malfoy looked right into Harry's eyes as he spoke. He then turned to Seamus and winked. Harry again felt a jolt in his pants. He hated it when Malfoy did that to him.

Harry immediately downed his whiskey.

"Alright, let's see then," Harry said pointing at the bull. "Show us how it's done."

Draco smirked and stood up from the table. Dean and Seamus cheered and Ron shook his head. "I can't wait to see that git fall on his arse," Ron said.

"Yeah, me too," Harry replied. Mainly he just wanted to see Malfoy's arse.

Malfoy reached into his trousers' pocket and took out a few coins. Muggle money. He put the coins in the little slot and pressed a button. The bull roared. The crowd cheered and slowly people left their tables to circle around the wooden fenced arena where Malfoy was about to put on a show.

Malfoy sat on the bull and the smile didn't fade away. The bull started to move and Malfoy with it. If anyone could make it look graceful, it had to have been Malfoy. His tight dark blue t-shirt rode up as his right arm was lifted up straight and his left held on to the tassel around the bulls' neck. The shirt slowly moved up and down with the movements of the bull. Draco's khaki coloured trousers didn't have a belt, he didn't need one because they were tight fitted but as the shirt rode up and the trousers trickled down a bit, Harry could spot a familiar set of navy blue pants.

Harry couldn't believe it, of all the times in the all worlds, Malfoy was again accidentally displaying his pants to Harry and they might have been the same ones that had him choked up at Augusta Longbottom's funeral. Harry couldn't think after. He couldn't look at Malfoy any longer. He walked away and retreated to the bar to get another drink.

The music had ended, the bull had stopped rumbling and Harry heard Seamus scream. "Draco, you animal!"

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