Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Draco/Hermione
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 378
Notes:
30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 27 - Despair
Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Diglett - Gold - Write about characters living/working on a farm.
Draco looked around, his despair practically rolling off of him in waves. Harry came from behind to stand next to him. "For once, I think I might agree with you. I'm not so sure working on a farm is for us."
Draco looked at him. "Then why are we here?"
Harry looked at Draco like he was nuts. "One word. Hermione."
Draco sighed. There really wasn't anything else to say when it came to explaining why they were on a Muggle farm. She thought this would be good for the three of them. She thought that hard work on a farm without magic would build character. Draco thought of it as punishment, and Harry was simply afraid he'd make a fool of himself.
They walked side-by-side until they were almost upon Hermione near the barn. She was smiling at some chickens.
Draco felt something squishy when he took a step, nearly to Hermione, and gulped, looking down at his feet fearfully. "Please tell me I didn't step in what I think I stepped in."
Harry leaned forward and cringed at the brown stuff on the bottom of the blond's shoes. "If I reassured you, I'd be lying."
"Ugh, I'm so going to hate this."
They finally made it to Hermione, and when she noticed Draco's face, she raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
"I want to go home," Draco said, pouting petulantly.
"He stepped in something that's brown, squishy, and smells horribly," Harry elaborated.
"Oh," Hermione said, her eyes wide. "Well, I think you'll survive, and since you've already stepped in it, you can go and clean out the horses' stalls," she encouraged with a wide smile.
Draco's eyes got impossibly wider. "Clean, as in..." he trailed off, not even wanted to say it.
Hermione nodded, her brown eyes mischievously twinkling.
Draco looked at Harry, pleading with his eyes for help.
Harry didn't say anything. After all, if he came to Draco's rescue, he might be the one cleaning out the stalls. Draco would have to survive his daunting task. "So, what should I do?"
"Go to the chicken coop and collect the eggs," Hermione ordered.
Harry happily nodded, thankful for the seemingly easy job. Little did he know how much chicken poo he would have to deal with.
