Challenge!

[queenbarwench]

There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty.

The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: "What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!"

from The Truth, by Terry Pratchett

This just struck me as such a Draco-like comment that I thought it really deserved to have a fic built around it. So, challenge is to incorporate the bit in quotes being spoken by Draco. Yay!

Comments

[enchanted-jae.livejournal.com]

"What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!"

"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty."

"In other words, Potter, you drank my lemonade, and switched it with your own, hoping I wouldn't notice, didn't you?"

"Er, yeah..."

~*~

*grins*

[nymphish.livejournal.com]

The first draft of this was eaten by Internet Explorer (I'm not allowed Firefox on this... *sulks*)

Anyway. Dom's fault, usual disclaimers apply.

Why you should never let Harry Potter suggest a forfeit.

We were horny. Twelve guys in a room, good music, lots of alcohol, and some very low inhibitions, due to everyone in the room being at least bi-sexual. So there we were, happily imbibing the randomly mixed vodka drinks served to us by Harry - who was happily wandering around in soft, faded jeans (baggy ones) no socks, no top...and a lace pinny. I couldn't take my eyes off him...for some reason, the no sock thing just drives me wild. I want to have him lie back on the sofa, his foot in my lap as a trace lines over the arch...umm. You weren't here for my foot fetish, were you?

Aaaaaaanyway.

Harry was getting rather pissed, and suggested we play poker, and that the loser had to drink a glass of cum. He sat there, kicking his feet and nibbling at his bottom lip. How the hell were *any* of us supposed to resist the puppy-dog look?

We did have to drink a bit more before we all agreed to it though. Harry dealt. I never knew he could do some of those tricks with the cards...he screwed me over royally. The little bitch purposefully dealt me a bad hand.

I lost. By a country mile. I muttered, found a clean glass, and handed it to the nearest person with the comment of "Go and spunk. You bastard."

People went in ones and twos to the spare room and god...the noises coming from there were hot...I think all of us in the sitting room wanted to go in and join the fun. I would have helped people, but I was being pinned to the floor by a very happy Harry, who was showing me just how much of an erogenous zone the insides of my elbows are.

Don't ask...

Eventually, everyone had been into the spare room, including Harry, who had simply slinked back into the sitting room holding a nearly full glass of spunk, and was lazily stirring it with his finger, before licking his finger clean.

"It's yours...you have to drink it..." He purred in my ear. "It tastes good..." He winked at me and sat down.

I looked at the glass. It practically looked back...

"I urr, need some water to wash this down. Back in a moment." I stood, unsteadily, and wobbled my way to the kitchen, to discover Harry had followed me.

"You ok, lover?" He asked seriously.

"Fine, I really am going to need water though." I smiled at him and received a kiss in response.

"If you want me to, I'll touch you now and get you ready so that you'll want it more?" Harry swayed towards me, hips swinging...what could I do? I whimpered, and was pulled into a stunning kiss which ended with Harry on his knees and unzipping my trousers.

"Oh god, yes..." I moaned breathily. "Please, Harry?"

"I love it when you beg..." A soft, hot, wet tongue flicked out an instant before an even hotter, wetter mouth wrapped around the head of my cock, making me howl happily. Several moments of bliss, but all too soon the mouth left me hard and straining. "That should keep you in the mood long enough to drink..."

I smirked. "Oh yes...and after I've drunk it, you're going to continue sucking me. If I have to drink a whole glass of cum, the least you could do is drink mine..."

"Mmmmmm, yes Draco..." Harry purred. "Now come on, before it gets drunk by someone else..."

I slapped his arse and followed him back into the sitting room, where people were trying to look innocent as they handed me a glass...I was almost sure it wasn't the same one, and being as drunk as I was, I loudly declaimed "What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse *me*? This is my glass? I don't think so. *My* glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!"

With that, I downed the contents of the (much smaller) glass, smiled, and promptly dragged Harry to the kitchen and pushed him to his knees.

"About that blow-job you owe me..."

[nymphish.livejournal.com]

And my other response to this challenge is here: http://community.livejournal.com/harrydraco/2527614.html#cutid1

Apologies - I forgot how to do the linky thing...