two drabbles. harry potter.
Two drabbles written for the first two challenges posted @
ldws .
Title: Another Day
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Draco Malfoy. Draco/Ginny
Genre: Angst. Rating: G
Word Count: 258. A/N: DH spoilers, if it's still the case.
Disclaimer: Any reconizable characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling; there is no copyright infringement intended, and no profit is being made out of writing this.
All was well, the world had already been used to claim; inside, his shattered heart made his tissues bleed.
Minutes passed, and he gave in no intention to move. He just stood there, his eyes lingering. They couldn’t wander past the mischievous passage to the other side, and it wasn’t a last, reassuring look upon his son that he was seeking. His actual target was easier to pursuit; after all those years, that dashing hair colour hadn’t faded.
She wore her head proudly, as he remembered. The once long tresses had been replaced by a shorter - probably modern - haircut; it suited her well. Not a single facial muscle twitching, not a grimace of sadness melting over her clean-cut features, she bore the parting of the ways in her usual manner: fiercely. He was pleased to see that her nature never betrayed her.
If only - the familiar tune started, tormenting his mind again. But there was no place and no time for possibilities. His time was long gone, forgotten in a twirl of guilty memories; he was merely a balding man now, his good deeds nameless among overwhelming shadows.
Frowning, Draco Malfoy regained his composure. Grabbing his wife’s arm, he turned on his heels, not bothering to give another nod in his perpetual antagonist’s direction. He walked away in silence, ignoring the warmth of the woman by his side; year after year, the wall between them has never ceased to exist. He kept walking, his eyes shutting the memory of the day; it would be kept safely until Christmas.
Title: The Dabble Between Heaven And Hell
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Lily Evans. Lily/Severus. Lily/James
Genre: Angst. Romance. Rating: G
Word Count: 355. A/N: Marauders Era. Implied DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Any reconizable characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling; there is no copyright infringement intended, and no profit is being made out of writing this.
She often wonders why she always chooses to make her decisions under a full moon; frowning, she tries to remember any mention of some related incident in the history of magic, but nothing comes to her mind, and she spends another half of hour in perfect silence.
As far as her conscious memories go, she has never deceived - not her parents, nor her teachers. Daring, even cheeky as she might be, there’s always a clear line between her attitude and pure disrespect; many times she had thought of rebellion, but her kind nature prevented any potential bursts. Being selfless was never an easy job, but she always assumes it.
Yet, tonight’s decision has to be taken under different circumstances. Even the moon is awkward, its full radiance somewhat askew; Lily can feel the rays teasing the top of her head, tangling in her long hair, making it shine bright in the darkness. Her eyes shine vividly too, animated by the rush of thoughts. She finds arguments and fights against them, then she remembers why she had first set her mind on them and gives up in her own favour. All in all, it’s the course of her life she must decide this time, and she can’t help but take the others into consideration.
Should it be love, or should it be duty? Is she bold enough to accept a life of peril, of bitter encounters and fragile feelings, or would she rather keep her safe existence, protected and cherished by familiar presences? Facing the moon, she whispers to it, begging for guidance; but it does nothing else than shine along, its pale roundness reminding her of other nights, and of features that bear a similar hue.
Everything would have been so much easier if she had liked blue eyes; instead, there are two pairs of dark coals burning her conscience, one glittering in fervent adoration, the other brooding over silent fears. This must be how purgatory feels, she thinks: the dabble between heaven and hell.
ldws .
Title: Another Day
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Draco Malfoy. Draco/Ginny
Genre: Angst. Rating: G
Word Count: 258. A/N: DH spoilers, if it's still the case.
Disclaimer: Any reconizable characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling; there is no copyright infringement intended, and no profit is being made out of writing this.
All was well, the world had already been used to claim; inside, his shattered heart made his tissues bleed.
Minutes passed, and he gave in no intention to move. He just stood there, his eyes lingering. They couldn’t wander past the mischievous passage to the other side, and it wasn’t a last, reassuring look upon his son that he was seeking. His actual target was easier to pursuit; after all those years, that dashing hair colour hadn’t faded.
She wore her head proudly, as he remembered. The once long tresses had been replaced by a shorter - probably modern - haircut; it suited her well. Not a single facial muscle twitching, not a grimace of sadness melting over her clean-cut features, she bore the parting of the ways in her usual manner: fiercely. He was pleased to see that her nature never betrayed her.
If only - the familiar tune started, tormenting his mind again. But there was no place and no time for possibilities. His time was long gone, forgotten in a twirl of guilty memories; he was merely a balding man now, his good deeds nameless among overwhelming shadows.
Frowning, Draco Malfoy regained his composure. Grabbing his wife’s arm, he turned on his heels, not bothering to give another nod in his perpetual antagonist’s direction. He walked away in silence, ignoring the warmth of the woman by his side; year after year, the wall between them has never ceased to exist. He kept walking, his eyes shutting the memory of the day; it would be kept safely until Christmas.
Title: The Dabble Between Heaven And Hell
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Lily Evans. Lily/Severus. Lily/James
Genre: Angst. Romance. Rating: G
Word Count: 355. A/N: Marauders Era. Implied DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Any reconizable characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling; there is no copyright infringement intended, and no profit is being made out of writing this.
She often wonders why she always chooses to make her decisions under a full moon; frowning, she tries to remember any mention of some related incident in the history of magic, but nothing comes to her mind, and she spends another half of hour in perfect silence.
As far as her conscious memories go, she has never deceived - not her parents, nor her teachers. Daring, even cheeky as she might be, there’s always a clear line between her attitude and pure disrespect; many times she had thought of rebellion, but her kind nature prevented any potential bursts. Being selfless was never an easy job, but she always assumes it.
Yet, tonight’s decision has to be taken under different circumstances. Even the moon is awkward, its full radiance somewhat askew; Lily can feel the rays teasing the top of her head, tangling in her long hair, making it shine bright in the darkness. Her eyes shine vividly too, animated by the rush of thoughts. She finds arguments and fights against them, then she remembers why she had first set her mind on them and gives up in her own favour. All in all, it’s the course of her life she must decide this time, and she can’t help but take the others into consideration.
Should it be love, or should it be duty? Is she bold enough to accept a life of peril, of bitter encounters and fragile feelings, or would she rather keep her safe existence, protected and cherished by familiar presences? Facing the moon, she whispers to it, begging for guidance; but it does nothing else than shine along, its pale roundness reminding her of other nights, and of features that bear a similar hue.
Everything would have been so much easier if she had liked blue eyes; instead, there are two pairs of dark coals burning her conscience, one glittering in fervent adoration, the other brooding over silent fears. This must be how purgatory feels, she thinks: the dabble between heaven and hell.