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three, random, drabbles
harry/viola (mcfly, oc) and danny/dougie (mcfly) and tom/isis (mcfly, oc)
pg-13
and we’ll go down as two crazy kids, off their fucking rocker, man
The thing about Harry and Viola is that they are sickening. And it’s not the kind of sick you get in the pit your stomach that’s fleshed out by jealousy after seeing a random couple make out. No. It’s the sick of illness that creeps up your throat every time a pet name of pulling of a strand of hair is seen/heard from the corner of one’s eye. The point is, they’re the worst couple in history.
::
Isis thought, she really did, that Slytherin’s were hardcore badasses that could give two shits about relationships. She thought they didn’t have relationships - they fucked around. And she voices this to Alex when they’re in the library studying for a Potions test and she asks,
“Where do you get your logic from?”
Half of it it’s from her Slytherin cousin, Greg, and the other half is from pure gossip that spreads through the Ravenclaw house like wildfire.
“Oh,” Alex says with a small shrug. “Well..Hmm. That explains a lot.”
it burns a hole, through everyone that feels it
Dougie hasn’t talked to Danny in three weeks.
And this isn’t the first time that this happened - the last was when he broke his broomstick and the only thing he had to say for it was, “Sorry about that,” before walking out of the room.
That fight lasted a month. This fight looks as if it’s going to last longer.
And it’s not like either of them can specifically tell when they started being pissed off at each other it just, happened. And maybe, maybe Dougie should’ve gave Danny a head’s up that he was coming out to his parents in that letter that was two pieces of parchment long. But Dougie didn’t think it was that big of a deal. His parents love Danny and they already think they’re, “together”.
“I wish...I wish you would stop staring at me,” Dougie says when they’re in the locker room, changing after a practice.
“Yeah, well. I’m not staring.”
They’re the only two left, the two of them chatting with the other members, completely forgetting to get undressed. And it’s a bit of habit that they’ve fallen into over the years, hanging back.
“Fuck, Danny,” Dougie says when he pulls his shirt over his head. “Stop. Staring.”
And he can feel the others eyes on his skin, but he still insists, “I’m not staring. Stop thinking that I give a shit.”
Dougie feels a familiar anger crawl up his chest as he grits his teeth as he says, “You do give a shit. If you didn’t, you’d be fucking speaking to me right now.”
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing then?”
There’s a huff that passes the blonde’s lips as he tugs the new shirt down his torso and says, “You’re...You’re avoiding the entire situation. You’re making a big deal out of nothing!”
Danny stops moving. Stops, pulling his adjusting his shirt and forgets about his pants. He snaps.
“Nothing! What...Dougs, honestly? Nothing? Because, because, coming out to my parents wasn’t...Wasn’t nothing. It was fucking miserable and they hate me. They hate you and they...They don’t speak to me and want me out of their lives forever. The only reason they put up with me is because Dumbledore fucking begged them to. As soon as I’m out of this school I’m, I’m next to dead to them.”
He’s done and his breathing’s harsh and labored and he’s taken eight steps towards Dougie and he’s an arms reach away. The blond - Dougie - he’s used to this. He’s used to Danny loosing his temper and not. loosing. his.
Because this...He...He just, forgot.
He pushed the harsh memory of the howler Danny was sent last year of his parents banning him from their home and Dougie, from their memory. He pushed back holding Danny as he sobbed throughout the entire night, offering his dorm to his roommates.
“Danny,” is all he can say. And it’s enough. It’s barely enough but it’s. Enough. And the brunette’s collapsing in his arms and he isn’t crying. He’s done with that but he’s sighing, effortlessly. Relieved and elated.
“I fucking hate fighting with you,” he says in his shoulder and Dougie nods.
“I know,” he says. “Me too.”
i’ve never been one for words
See, Tom he, he never asked a girl out in his life. It may seem unbelievable (he’s sixteen for Merlin’s sake) but he, he hasn’t. And he blames it on his mum and her sheltering him until he was ten but...no matter what. He’s a loser.
It takes practically everything he has - plus a little push from Alex - to finally ask Isis to the Halloween dance during the Quidditch match.
He does it when Hufflepuff’s up 28 points against Ravenclaw, puts his book in his lap and asks, “Do you...You wanna go to the um, dance with me?”
His voice is loud and clear not only because Guy’s not commentating, but because he just so happened to push the microphone towards Tom’s mouth by mistake. And the. entire. stadium. heard. him.
He wishes he could curl up in a ball and die.
His face is practically painted red as Guy stares at him and he can almost make out the stunned look on Professor McGonagall’s face and he wants an answer, but,
“Me? You want to go to the dance with me?” Isis looks absolutely stunned herself.
“Yes,” he says in a small, almost inaudible voice and he wants.
“Okay,” she says. “I’ll go to the dance with you.”
The crowd doesn’t hear it, the microphone’s still pushed his way but they do hear the, “Really?” coming from both himself and Guy.
“Yeah,” she says with a shy shrug. “Why not?” and this time, Guy’s ready with the microphone pointed towards her and her answer resounding through the stands.
There’s a cheer from Alex and the boys and Tom wishes his face would. stop. reddening. But it just gets worse when Professor McGonagall asks,
“Can we get on with the game?!” and Guy nods before commenting on their situation, smiling, and adding,
“Delicious.”
harry/viola (mcfly, oc) and danny/dougie (mcfly) and tom/isis (mcfly, oc)
pg-13
and we’ll go down as two crazy kids, off their fucking rocker, man
The thing about Harry and Viola is that they are sickening. And it’s not the kind of sick you get in the pit your stomach that’s fleshed out by jealousy after seeing a random couple make out. No. It’s the sick of illness that creeps up your throat every time a pet name of pulling of a strand of hair is seen/heard from the corner of one’s eye. The point is, they’re the worst couple in history.
::
Isis thought, she really did, that Slytherin’s were hardcore badasses that could give two shits about relationships. She thought they didn’t have relationships - they fucked around. And she voices this to Alex when they’re in the library studying for a Potions test and she asks,
“Where do you get your logic from?”
Half of it it’s from her Slytherin cousin, Greg, and the other half is from pure gossip that spreads through the Ravenclaw house like wildfire.
“Oh,” Alex says with a small shrug. “Well..Hmm. That explains a lot.”
it burns a hole, through everyone that feels it
Dougie hasn’t talked to Danny in three weeks.
And this isn’t the first time that this happened - the last was when he broke his broomstick and the only thing he had to say for it was, “Sorry about that,” before walking out of the room.
That fight lasted a month. This fight looks as if it’s going to last longer.
And it’s not like either of them can specifically tell when they started being pissed off at each other it just, happened. And maybe, maybe Dougie should’ve gave Danny a head’s up that he was coming out to his parents in that letter that was two pieces of parchment long. But Dougie didn’t think it was that big of a deal. His parents love Danny and they already think they’re, “together”.
“I wish...I wish you would stop staring at me,” Dougie says when they’re in the locker room, changing after a practice.
“Yeah, well. I’m not staring.”
They’re the only two left, the two of them chatting with the other members, completely forgetting to get undressed. And it’s a bit of habit that they’ve fallen into over the years, hanging back.
“Fuck, Danny,” Dougie says when he pulls his shirt over his head. “Stop. Staring.”
And he can feel the others eyes on his skin, but he still insists, “I’m not staring. Stop thinking that I give a shit.”
Dougie feels a familiar anger crawl up his chest as he grits his teeth as he says, “You do give a shit. If you didn’t, you’d be fucking speaking to me right now.”
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing then?”
There’s a huff that passes the blonde’s lips as he tugs the new shirt down his torso and says, “You’re...You’re avoiding the entire situation. You’re making a big deal out of nothing!”
Danny stops moving. Stops, pulling his adjusting his shirt and forgets about his pants. He snaps.
“Nothing! What...Dougs, honestly? Nothing? Because, because, coming out to my parents wasn’t...Wasn’t nothing. It was fucking miserable and they hate me. They hate you and they...They don’t speak to me and want me out of their lives forever. The only reason they put up with me is because Dumbledore fucking begged them to. As soon as I’m out of this school I’m, I’m next to dead to them.”
He’s done and his breathing’s harsh and labored and he’s taken eight steps towards Dougie and he’s an arms reach away. The blond - Dougie - he’s used to this. He’s used to Danny loosing his temper and not. loosing. his.
Because this...He...He just, forgot.
He pushed the harsh memory of the howler Danny was sent last year of his parents banning him from their home and Dougie, from their memory. He pushed back holding Danny as he sobbed throughout the entire night, offering his dorm to his roommates.
“Danny,” is all he can say. And it’s enough. It’s barely enough but it’s. Enough. And the brunette’s collapsing in his arms and he isn’t crying. He’s done with that but he’s sighing, effortlessly. Relieved and elated.
“I fucking hate fighting with you,” he says in his shoulder and Dougie nods.
“I know,” he says. “Me too.”
i’ve never been one for words
See, Tom he, he never asked a girl out in his life. It may seem unbelievable (he’s sixteen for Merlin’s sake) but he, he hasn’t. And he blames it on his mum and her sheltering him until he was ten but...no matter what. He’s a loser.
It takes practically everything he has - plus a little push from Alex - to finally ask Isis to the Halloween dance during the Quidditch match.
He does it when Hufflepuff’s up 28 points against Ravenclaw, puts his book in his lap and asks, “Do you...You wanna go to the um, dance with me?”
His voice is loud and clear not only because Guy’s not commentating, but because he just so happened to push the microphone towards Tom’s mouth by mistake. And the. entire. stadium. heard. him.
He wishes he could curl up in a ball and die.
His face is practically painted red as Guy stares at him and he can almost make out the stunned look on Professor McGonagall’s face and he wants an answer, but,
“Me? You want to go to the dance with me?” Isis looks absolutely stunned herself.
“Yes,” he says in a small, almost inaudible voice and he wants.
“Okay,” she says. “I’ll go to the dance with you.”
The crowd doesn’t hear it, the microphone’s still pushed his way but they do hear the, “Really?” coming from both himself and Guy.
“Yeah,” she says with a shy shrug. “Why not?” and this time, Guy’s ready with the microphone pointed towards her and her answer resounding through the stands.
There’s a cheer from Alex and the boys and Tom wishes his face would. stop. reddening. But it just gets worse when Professor McGonagall asks,
“Can we get on with the game?!” and Guy nods before commenting on their situation, smiling, and adding,
“Delicious.”