Drabble Drabble Drabble Part Two
Finally!! Part Two of Argosy's Shiny New Year Multi-fandom Drabble Offer (TM) Five new drabbles for your reading pleasure.
Sorry they took me so long, but if you've been following my adventures lately, you know my life is pretty insane now. If you made a request and I haven't written it yet, fear not. It's coming. :)
Some of these got all angsty on me, and there may be a bad word or two...
( Drabble Post One Is Here)
For zoombinilover
LAST STAND
(Draco/Hermione, pine tree)
The pine tree's bark was hard against her back. There were worse places to die.
They were going to lose. The blood drenching her side made it hard to care. At least she couldn't see the battle anymore--Ron's body. Harry's.
A hooded Death Eater broke through the smoke. Good.
Her wandless magic wouldn't be enough.
It would be something.
He dropped down, shoved off his mask. Why?
Blond hair. Violent, desperate look.
She felt herself drift. Arms gathered her roughly.
“Granger!” She could feel her eyes closing. His voice was fierce, broken. “Granger. Shh. I won’t let them hurt you.”
For chavelaprincess
BABY MAKES THREE
(HP, Lucius/Hermione, baby)
Draco beamed down at the lumpy little thing cradled in Hermione’s arms. Gray eyes, blond hair, average amount of fingers and toes.
Hermione squeezed her husband’s hand. Draco’s return look was utterly besotted.
“We’ll call him... Abraxas.” Lucius said from his seat in the corner. The younger Malfoy frowned.
“Draco.” Hermione’s voice was scratchy, tired. “Some water?”
When he’d gone, Lucius moved to the bedside, wand drawn.
Little Abraxas clutched the tip with a pudgy hand.
“Smart little fellow,” Lucius took Hermione’s hand like a possession, smiling down.
“Takes after his father.” Her return smile was secret, for Lucius alone.
For tattooedsiren
DISTANCE
(House, M.D., House/Cameron, never)
Cameron's never been in love.
Not with her husband, or his best friend; not even now, with House.
So it’s safe to let Foreman and Chase goad her. Safe to feign embarrassment, blushing before bravely admitting her “crush.”
Safe, even, to tell House.
She lets him kiss her roughly, loses herself in clever fingers tangling in her hair, and strong hands parting her thighs.
She gasps as he fingers her cunt, and cries a little after it's over.
She lets him despise her for her sentimentality. It's easier that way. He thinks she’s in love. She wishes she could be.
For alexajohnson
DEFYING EXPLANATION
(HP, Draco/Hermione, gray)
Malfoy's eyes weren't gray, despite what Pansy Parkinson and the other besotted idiots thought, but an ordinary shade of dull blue.
He wasn't especially good-looking, wasn't especially smart-what did all the female Slytherins see in him? Even several Hufflepuffs and most of Ravenclaw cast gazes his way.
He was witty like a sledge hammer, charming like a slug. Hermione just didn't get his appeal to the masses of Hogwarts women.
He suddenly flashed her a knowing grin from across the Great Hall. She looked down, ruthlessly smothering the butterflies in her stomach.
No. She didn't get it at all.
For kit_84
PARTNERS
(HP, Draco/Hermione, sea)
“Why should I swim?” He sniffed. “I am not a fish.”
“Draco.” She sighed. “We are at Brighton. We are meant to be honeymooners. First rule of undercover is to blend in.”
“Second rule is not to use the word ‘undercover.’ Did you learn nothing at Auror school?”
Swim,” she said, “and I’ll let you see me in this.”
She swiped her wand. Bare skin and a wispy bathing costume shimmered quickly over the lines of her body before the Glamour faded.
He swallowed. “Fine," he said, pulling her in close. “But on our real honeymoon, we won’t be swimming.”
And a few people wrote wonderful drabbles for me. Go read.
You can't Have Just One (Spike/Buffy) by harmony_bites
Practice Makes Perfect (Han/Leia) by alexajohnson
Fic (oldish, but new to many of you!) soon. Tomorrow?
Sorry they took me so long, but if you've been following my adventures lately, you know my life is pretty insane now. If you made a request and I haven't written it yet, fear not. It's coming. :)
Some of these got all angsty on me, and there may be a bad word or two...
( Drabble Post One Is Here)
For zoombinilover
LAST STAND
(Draco/Hermione, pine tree)
The pine tree's bark was hard against her back. There were worse places to die.
They were going to lose. The blood drenching her side made it hard to care. At least she couldn't see the battle anymore--Ron's body. Harry's.
A hooded Death Eater broke through the smoke. Good.
Her wandless magic wouldn't be enough.
It would be something.
He dropped down, shoved off his mask. Why?
Blond hair. Violent, desperate look.
She felt herself drift. Arms gathered her roughly.
“Granger!” She could feel her eyes closing. His voice was fierce, broken. “Granger. Shh. I won’t let them hurt you.”
For chavelaprincess
BABY MAKES THREE
(HP, Lucius/Hermione, baby)
Draco beamed down at the lumpy little thing cradled in Hermione’s arms. Gray eyes, blond hair, average amount of fingers and toes.
Hermione squeezed her husband’s hand. Draco’s return look was utterly besotted.
“We’ll call him... Abraxas.” Lucius said from his seat in the corner. The younger Malfoy frowned.
“Draco.” Hermione’s voice was scratchy, tired. “Some water?”
When he’d gone, Lucius moved to the bedside, wand drawn.
Little Abraxas clutched the tip with a pudgy hand.
“Smart little fellow,” Lucius took Hermione’s hand like a possession, smiling down.
“Takes after his father.” Her return smile was secret, for Lucius alone.
For tattooedsiren
DISTANCE
(House, M.D., House/Cameron, never)
Cameron's never been in love.
Not with her husband, or his best friend; not even now, with House.
So it’s safe to let Foreman and Chase goad her. Safe to feign embarrassment, blushing before bravely admitting her “crush.”
Safe, even, to tell House.
She lets him kiss her roughly, loses herself in clever fingers tangling in her hair, and strong hands parting her thighs.
She gasps as he fingers her cunt, and cries a little after it's over.
She lets him despise her for her sentimentality. It's easier that way. He thinks she’s in love. She wishes she could be.
For alexajohnson
DEFYING EXPLANATION
(HP, Draco/Hermione, gray)
Malfoy's eyes weren't gray, despite what Pansy Parkinson and the other besotted idiots thought, but an ordinary shade of dull blue.
He wasn't especially good-looking, wasn't especially smart-what did all the female Slytherins see in him? Even several Hufflepuffs and most of Ravenclaw cast gazes his way.
He was witty like a sledge hammer, charming like a slug. Hermione just didn't get his appeal to the masses of Hogwarts women.
He suddenly flashed her a knowing grin from across the Great Hall. She looked down, ruthlessly smothering the butterflies in her stomach.
No. She didn't get it at all.
For kit_84
PARTNERS
(HP, Draco/Hermione, sea)
“Why should I swim?” He sniffed. “I am not a fish.”
“Draco.” She sighed. “We are at Brighton. We are meant to be honeymooners. First rule of undercover is to blend in.”
“Second rule is not to use the word ‘undercover.’ Did you learn nothing at Auror school?”
Swim,” she said, “and I’ll let you see me in this.”
She swiped her wand. Bare skin and a wispy bathing costume shimmered quickly over the lines of her body before the Glamour faded.
He swallowed. “Fine," he said, pulling her in close. “But on our real honeymoon, we won’t be swimming.”
And a few people wrote wonderful drabbles for me. Go read.
You can't Have Just One (Spike/Buffy) by harmony_bites
Practice Makes Perfect (Han/Leia) by alexajohnson
Fic (oldish, but new to many of you!) soon. Tomorrow?