#locked out

"All of them? I thought the sly devil had 'em everywhere."

"All locked," said the High Priest. "All of them."

"Almost all of them," said a voice behind him.

Ridcully's tones did not change as he turned around, except that a slight extra syrup was added.

[...]

"Ah, Lord Vetinari," he said, "I am so glad to see you are unhurt."

"I will see you gentlemen in the Oblong Office," said the Patrician. Behind him, a panel in the wall slid back noiselessly.

"I, um, I believe that there are a number of guards upstairs trying to free--" the Chief Priest began.

The Patrician waved a thin hand at him. "I wouldn't dream of stopping them," he said. "It gives them something to do and makes them feel important. Otherwise they just have to stand around all day looking fierce and controlling their bladders. Come this way."

In honor of the fact I got locked out of a house today and did not have a key.

Draco dismounted his broom, scowling over the bumpy flight to Harry’s cottage. The damn anti-Apparition wards prevented direct entry.

“What was so urgent that I ‘had to come now’?” Harry’s request for him to arrive at his house had come via an arsehole owl at three-bloody-a.m.

“I, um, locked myself out?”

“What the—” Draco marched past Harry and sent an Unlocking Charm at the door. “Harry, why isn’t this working?”

“Well, I, um, kind of warded the house against magic.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.” Harry sighed, arms clutching his middle. “But I also know you are adept with a lockpick.”

“Too much time with the blasted Weasley.” Draco grabbed the metal items Harry held out.

He fitted the pick into the lock and shifted the second instrument around the small opening. Feeling the latches clicking, Draco wiggled the metal.

The door lock gave with a small snick.

“Thank you.”

“That’s all I get for saving your sorry arse from freezing?”

“Want to come in?” Harry looked up at him, eyes wide, lashes fluttering. “I can make it up to you.”

Draco tangled his hand in Harry’s hair. “Next time you get locked out, let me know ahead of time so I can grab the key you left on the bedside table.”

“Next time I’ll just stay in bed.”

“That would be even better.” Draco drew him close, pressing his lips to Harry’s. “Why did you leave anyway?”

“I thought of a way to fix the lamp I’ve been working on.”

redrawing of this eight year old post! p happy w how i ended up drawing danny's hair, danny's version of hair is always hard to imagine outside of the fartman art style but eh i like this interpretation of it