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Okay, I have just written sequel drabbles to All the Rage. Here is the full piece, as it is now: a series of three drabbles.
Title: The Swimming Outing
Author: me
Other info: H/D, rated PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling's
Part I.
"And you're sure these are all the rage?"
"Yes, Draco. They're very trendy. Everyone wears them."
"I don't know, Harry, it feels a bit... Why can't I wear something like what you've got on?"
"Draco, please. These are so behind the times."
"But they look more comfortable."
"I'm only trying to save your Malfoy sensibilities. You wouldn't want to be caught in something less than chic now would you?"
"Certainly not!”
“Well, let’s go then.”
“Hmph. Just as long as one of us has fun swimming.”
“Oh... I plan to, Draco.”
“What are yours called again?”
“Trunks.”
“And mine?”
“Speedo.”
“Hm.”
Part II.
“Draco, come in swimming... Draco?”
“I believe I informed you that we are not speaking.”
“Oh, come on, it was just a joke!”
“Someone please tell this man that I don’t take kindly to jokes resulting in my being half-naked.”
“Draco, it’s just a speedo.”
“Did anyone else hear anything just now?”
“Draco!”
“Must have been the wind.”
“Draco, get your gorgeous ass out of that chair and into the water this instant.”
“Someone please tell this man that my gorgeous ass will be residing here, thank you very much... oh, Harry, don’t pout. You know I can’t... Fine.”
Splash.
Part III.
“This speedo actually isn’t so bad.”
“Hmph.”
“What, Harry?”
“Nothing.”
“Harry, that girl just winked at me! … Harry? Oh, for God’s sake, Harry, leave her alone! She didn’t mean any harm.”
“The nerve of her! Making eyes at you.”
“Well, you did make me wear this bloody thing.”
“But that was for... erm.”
“What was that, Harry?”
“Nothing.”
“I distinctly heard you say something.”
“Nevermind.”
“Might this excuse for a loincloth be for your personal viewing pleasure?”
“Um.”
“I can think of several much better ways to please you visually.”
“...I think it’s time to head home now.”
THE END... for now...
...
...
And now... Hahaha, attack of the Froshies! Freshmen are so cute at my school. They all walk around in big groups giggling and laughing and generally having a good time, and every so often, one will come up timidly and ask things like "Excuse me, did classes start today?" or "How do I get to the Dining Hall?" or "Do I need my ID to ride on the shuttles or is that for the city buses?" I love them. They make me smile because once I was like them. Not here; went to a different college when I was a froshie, but hey... the concept is the same.
*smooches the froshies*
Title: The Swimming Outing
Author: me
Other info: H/D, rated PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling's
Part I.
"And you're sure these are all the rage?"
"Yes, Draco. They're very trendy. Everyone wears them."
"I don't know, Harry, it feels a bit... Why can't I wear something like what you've got on?"
"Draco, please. These are so behind the times."
"But they look more comfortable."
"I'm only trying to save your Malfoy sensibilities. You wouldn't want to be caught in something less than chic now would you?"
"Certainly not!”
“Well, let’s go then.”
“Hmph. Just as long as one of us has fun swimming.”
“Oh... I plan to, Draco.”
“What are yours called again?”
“Trunks.”
“And mine?”
“Speedo.”
“Hm.”
Part II.
“Draco, come in swimming... Draco?”
“I believe I informed you that we are not speaking.”
“Oh, come on, it was just a joke!”
“Someone please tell this man that I don’t take kindly to jokes resulting in my being half-naked.”
“Draco, it’s just a speedo.”
“Did anyone else hear anything just now?”
“Draco!”
“Must have been the wind.”
“Draco, get your gorgeous ass out of that chair and into the water this instant.”
“Someone please tell this man that my gorgeous ass will be residing here, thank you very much... oh, Harry, don’t pout. You know I can’t... Fine.”
Splash.
Part III.
“This speedo actually isn’t so bad.”
“Hmph.”
“What, Harry?”
“Nothing.”
“Harry, that girl just winked at me! … Harry? Oh, for God’s sake, Harry, leave her alone! She didn’t mean any harm.”
“The nerve of her! Making eyes at you.”
“Well, you did make me wear this bloody thing.”
“But that was for... erm.”
“What was that, Harry?”
“Nothing.”
“I distinctly heard you say something.”
“Nevermind.”
“Might this excuse for a loincloth be for your personal viewing pleasure?”
“Um.”
“I can think of several much better ways to please you visually.”
“...I think it’s time to head home now.”
THE END... for now...
...
...
And now... Hahaha, attack of the Froshies! Freshmen are so cute at my school. They all walk around in big groups giggling and laughing and generally having a good time, and every so often, one will come up timidly and ask things like "Excuse me, did classes start today?" or "How do I get to the Dining Hall?" or "Do I need my ID to ride on the shuttles or is that for the city buses?" I love them. They make me smile because once I was like them. Not here; went to a different college when I was a froshie, but hey... the concept is the same.
*smooches the froshies*
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Date: 2004-09-24 12:00 pm (UTC)From:May I come in, too? *bambi eyes*
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Date: 2004-09-24 12:23 pm (UTC)From:Because you wibbled. :-)