Drabbles post - Writing Game week 41 drabbles.
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[Lucius/Arthur, Arthur/Molly, 147 words.]
Arthur tossed and turned under the meagre blanket of his cheap lodgings.
The boy couldn't be serious. He couldn't really think that Arthur would consider…
Except that he was considering it.
The warmth in Lucius' grey eyes; his youth, his enthusiasm. The future he included Arthur in, as if their still being together was an evidence.
Molly's sad face. Her weariness. As if she had aged faster than she should have. Because of him.
"We could go anywhere, Arth. Just say the word…" Lucius had said, smiling.
"I don't know where we are going, Arthur. I'm too tired, I… I need a break," Molly had said, her voice shaking.
If it hadn't been for little William and Charlie, Arthur wasn't sure he wouldn't have taken Malfoy up to his word.
And as much as he loved his sons, the temptation was still strong.
Too strong for comfort.
o ~ O ~ o
[Severus, Luna, 119 words.]
"Have I ever hinted, Miss Lovegood, that I was interested in your company?"
"No, Professor," admitted Luna.
"Have I ever suggested, alluded, mentioned, or by any other word or sign indicated in any fashion that I was seeing under a favourable light your way of insinuating yourself into my life?" he continued.
"No, Professor."
"Yet, whatever I do, wherever I go, I see you, every day."
"Yes." The conversation didn't seem to make her uncomfortable.
He considered her silently for a moment. "Why?" he finally asked. "Why do you keep showing up?"
She shrugged. "You look like you might like a friend some day. And I don't think you'd take the time to search for one too far away."
o ~ O ~ o
[Auror!Draco, Auror!Neville, 100 words.]
Draco remained frozen for a very long fifteen seconds: the bar brawl that was escalating in front of him felt so very surreal.
Already Neville was facing a man twice as large as him, give or take inches. "Oy, Malfoy! Gonna need you to wake up any time now…" he shouted, not taking his eyes off of his opponent.
Draco jumped at the sound of his name. He got down from his stool and reached for his wand in one feline movement; but already a fist was connecting with his jaw in what now felt like an extremely real blow…
o ~ O ~ o
[Harry/Draco, 200 words]
The memories of the previous night were there, barely out of his reach, and the fuzziness of it all was terribly irritating. Pushing the coverlet back, Harry sat on the bed and winced. Ouch. Head. There had been some drinking involved, then. Reaching for his glasses made him add a fight to the list of things he would remember once his brain would cooperate - unless he had had an encounter with an elephant or something.
Draco came in with a glass of water and several phials of Muggle pills. "Hello," he said softly, as if aware that loud noises would be unwelcome. He shook his blond head apologetically. "I don't know which one you need for…"
Harry picked two painkillers. "Thanks."
A few minutes later, Harry asked. "So?"
Draco explained. "You picked a fight with Warrington yesterday."
"Warrington? He's twice my size!"
"Huh huh."
"I'm almost afraid to ask… Why?"
"You didn't like something he said about me and… you went all Gryffindor on us, defending my honour and everything."
"You're kidding me."
"I'm not."
Harry sighed. "I guess it quite blew off the whole secret thing between us, then."
"Quite," agreed Draco.
"You're not mad at me?"
Draco laughed.
o ~ O ~ o
[Snape, Draco, 117 words.]
"Are you listening to me?"
Draco jumped, and sent Snape an apologetic look. He was dead tired. "Sorry, could you…?"
Snape pinched his nose, took a deep breath. They had so little time. He would never manage to teach the boy in a week what he had learned over years of spying. "There always must be a modicum of truth in any lie you tell the Dark Lord," he repeated, "so that you can cling to it whenever he uses his Legilimency on you."
Draco nodded. "I'll remember that."
"See that you do, or we are both dead."
Draco paled, but sat straighter. "You can trust me, I won't let you down."
You would be the first…
o ~ O ~ o
[Neville/Hannah, 200 words]
"Come on, Neville! Why don't you just admit that you have forgotten our anniversary?" He was making such a big deal of it! Hannah knew he wasn't good at remembering things, she had known it from day one.
"Because I haven't. Listen…" He seemed so sincerely upset that she mellowed, and squeezed his hand. "It doesn't matter, Neville."
"Listen," he repeated. "I know that I'm hopeless at remembering dates and such, so I've asked Ginny and Hermione to remind me ten days prior to any attention-worthy event."
Hannah eye's were wide open. It was such a Neville thing to do!
"And this time, they both though about reminding me. And I found the perfect necklace for you, and I mail-ordered it. Only I forgot…" Neville's voice broke when he realised the word he had just used, and Hannah's eyebrows shot up. She was clearly amused. "And you forgot?"
"I didn't take into account the fact that Muggle Deliveries are much slower than Wizarding ones," he admitted. "So you will get your present, only… in ten days or so."
He seemed saddened by the situation. Attempting a change of subject, Hannah asked, "Hermione AND Ginny?"
Neville shrugged. "Ginny forgot last year."
o ~ O ~ o
Snippets!
(For 20 things about Bill Weasley.)
?. When they sent him to Egypt, Gringotts arranged for lodgings for Bill with other expatriate wizards working for the Goblin bank. The elderly lodger was adorable, but after two months of portkeying to and from the very same site every day, Bill got tired of the whole process, and decided to set up a tent with the local workers. Nothing like being woken up by the camels at the break of the day to make you feel that you're getting the real experience…
o ~ O ~ o
(I can haz snippets! This one is from a world where Gellert Grindewald is the Fifth Founder. Or not. OK, I don't know where I am going with this.)
***
It was terribly tempting.
A step forward, and he would have this chance, this incredible possibility to further his goals and change the world he was living into. One step forward, and he would be able to change the course of the last millennium.
All he had to do was saying good-bye to his current life. Forever. All he had to do was to step into this breach in the time and space continuum. What did he have left in his time? Albus' face fleetingly came to his mind. He crushed this memory. And resolutely stepped into the past.
XoXoXoXoXoX
And then, I switched to High Fidelity. If you don't know the movie, enjoy! If you do know it... apologies.
[Rob/Barry, 200 words]
"Yes… there's one more thing, actually."
I sigh. This isn't a very manly thing to do, but frankly, I dare anyone having a discussion with Barry not to do it at least once. "I'm all ears, Barry."
"Are you planning of asking me out one day, or are you gonna hide in that crappy room you call an office even longer each day than you do now?"
"Grbbhh… what?"
"Oh, come on, Rob. I've seen the way you look at me. No straight man looks another guy like this. I could sense your naughty thoughts." He waddles his way to me. "Haven't you been a naughty naughty man, boss?"
And I would deny it, of course, except that I don't, because, hey, just seize the day and all that crap, you know? Besides, he seems to be expecting it. "Would you like to have a beer with me tonight, Barry?" I ask, attempting a casual tone.
He huffs. "You can do better than this. You sounded positively like Dick!"
I lean towards him, touching his arm, and try again, "Barry, I'd like to flirt outrageously with you tonight over beers. What do you think?"
"I know exactly the place!"
"Good."
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[Lucius/Arthur, Arthur/Molly, 147 words.]
Arthur tossed and turned under the meagre blanket of his cheap lodgings.
The boy couldn't be serious. He couldn't really think that Arthur would consider…
Except that he was considering it.
The warmth in Lucius' grey eyes; his youth, his enthusiasm. The future he included Arthur in, as if their still being together was an evidence.
Molly's sad face. Her weariness. As if she had aged faster than she should have. Because of him.
"We could go anywhere, Arth. Just say the word…" Lucius had said, smiling.
"I don't know where we are going, Arthur. I'm too tired, I… I need a break," Molly had said, her voice shaking.
If it hadn't been for little William and Charlie, Arthur wasn't sure he wouldn't have taken Malfoy up to his word.
And as much as he loved his sons, the temptation was still strong.
Too strong for comfort.
o ~ O ~ o
[Severus, Luna, 119 words.]
"Have I ever hinted, Miss Lovegood, that I was interested in your company?"
"No, Professor," admitted Luna.
"Have I ever suggested, alluded, mentioned, or by any other word or sign indicated in any fashion that I was seeing under a favourable light your way of insinuating yourself into my life?" he continued.
"No, Professor."
"Yet, whatever I do, wherever I go, I see you, every day."
"Yes." The conversation didn't seem to make her uncomfortable.
He considered her silently for a moment. "Why?" he finally asked. "Why do you keep showing up?"
She shrugged. "You look like you might like a friend some day. And I don't think you'd take the time to search for one too far away."
o ~ O ~ o
[Auror!Draco, Auror!Neville, 100 words.]
Draco remained frozen for a very long fifteen seconds: the bar brawl that was escalating in front of him felt so very surreal.
Already Neville was facing a man twice as large as him, give or take inches. "Oy, Malfoy! Gonna need you to wake up any time now…" he shouted, not taking his eyes off of his opponent.
Draco jumped at the sound of his name. He got down from his stool and reached for his wand in one feline movement; but already a fist was connecting with his jaw in what now felt like an extremely real blow…
o ~ O ~ o
[Harry/Draco, 200 words]
The memories of the previous night were there, barely out of his reach, and the fuzziness of it all was terribly irritating. Pushing the coverlet back, Harry sat on the bed and winced. Ouch. Head. There had been some drinking involved, then. Reaching for his glasses made him add a fight to the list of things he would remember once his brain would cooperate - unless he had had an encounter with an elephant or something.
Draco came in with a glass of water and several phials of Muggle pills. "Hello," he said softly, as if aware that loud noises would be unwelcome. He shook his blond head apologetically. "I don't know which one you need for…"
Harry picked two painkillers. "Thanks."
A few minutes later, Harry asked. "So?"
Draco explained. "You picked a fight with Warrington yesterday."
"Warrington? He's twice my size!"
"Huh huh."
"I'm almost afraid to ask… Why?"
"You didn't like something he said about me and… you went all Gryffindor on us, defending my honour and everything."
"You're kidding me."
"I'm not."
Harry sighed. "I guess it quite blew off the whole secret thing between us, then."
"Quite," agreed Draco.
"You're not mad at me?"
Draco laughed.
o ~ O ~ o
[Snape, Draco, 117 words.]
"Are you listening to me?"
Draco jumped, and sent Snape an apologetic look. He was dead tired. "Sorry, could you…?"
Snape pinched his nose, took a deep breath. They had so little time. He would never manage to teach the boy in a week what he had learned over years of spying. "There always must be a modicum of truth in any lie you tell the Dark Lord," he repeated, "so that you can cling to it whenever he uses his Legilimency on you."
Draco nodded. "I'll remember that."
"See that you do, or we are both dead."
Draco paled, but sat straighter. "You can trust me, I won't let you down."
You would be the first…
o ~ O ~ o
[Neville/Hannah, 200 words]
"Come on, Neville! Why don't you just admit that you have forgotten our anniversary?" He was making such a big deal of it! Hannah knew he wasn't good at remembering things, she had known it from day one.
"Because I haven't. Listen…" He seemed so sincerely upset that she mellowed, and squeezed his hand. "It doesn't matter, Neville."
"Listen," he repeated. "I know that I'm hopeless at remembering dates and such, so I've asked Ginny and Hermione to remind me ten days prior to any attention-worthy event."
Hannah eye's were wide open. It was such a Neville thing to do!
"And this time, they both though about reminding me. And I found the perfect necklace for you, and I mail-ordered it. Only I forgot…" Neville's voice broke when he realised the word he had just used, and Hannah's eyebrows shot up. She was clearly amused. "And you forgot?"
"I didn't take into account the fact that Muggle Deliveries are much slower than Wizarding ones," he admitted. "So you will get your present, only… in ten days or so."
He seemed saddened by the situation. Attempting a change of subject, Hannah asked, "Hermione AND Ginny?"
Neville shrugged. "Ginny forgot last year."
o ~ O ~ o
Snippets!
(For 20 things about Bill Weasley.)
?. When they sent him to Egypt, Gringotts arranged for lodgings for Bill with other expatriate wizards working for the Goblin bank. The elderly lodger was adorable, but after two months of portkeying to and from the very same site every day, Bill got tired of the whole process, and decided to set up a tent with the local workers. Nothing like being woken up by the camels at the break of the day to make you feel that you're getting the real experience…
o ~ O ~ o
(I can haz snippets! This one is from a world where Gellert Grindewald is the Fifth Founder. Or not. OK, I don't know where I am going with this.)
***
It was terribly tempting.
A step forward, and he would have this chance, this incredible possibility to further his goals and change the world he was living into. One step forward, and he would be able to change the course of the last millennium.
All he had to do was saying good-bye to his current life. Forever. All he had to do was to step into this breach in the time and space continuum. What did he have left in his time? Albus' face fleetingly came to his mind. He crushed this memory. And resolutely stepped into the past.
XoXoXoXoXoX
And then, I switched to High Fidelity. If you don't know the movie, enjoy! If you do know it... apologies.
[Rob/Barry, 200 words]
"Yes… there's one more thing, actually."
I sigh. This isn't a very manly thing to do, but frankly, I dare anyone having a discussion with Barry not to do it at least once. "I'm all ears, Barry."
"Are you planning of asking me out one day, or are you gonna hide in that crappy room you call an office even longer each day than you do now?"
"Grbbhh… what?"
"Oh, come on, Rob. I've seen the way you look at me. No straight man looks another guy like this. I could sense your naughty thoughts." He waddles his way to me. "Haven't you been a naughty naughty man, boss?"
And I would deny it, of course, except that I don't, because, hey, just seize the day and all that crap, you know? Besides, he seems to be expecting it. "Would you like to have a beer with me tonight, Barry?" I ask, attempting a casual tone.
He huffs. "You can do better than this. You sounded positively like Dick!"
I lean towards him, touching his arm, and try again, "Barry, I'd like to flirt outrageously with you tonight over beers. What do you think?"
"I know exactly the place!"
"Good."
I've just posted our new board for week 42. Come and join us over at writing_game!