5 shorties
Here are five shorties I wrote for Queerditch Marsh Pub. And I wrote two ships I never wrote before!
1. Seeds ~Harry/Draco
length: 522
2. Umbrellas ~Harry/Draco
length: 453
3. Sick ~Hermione/Neville
length: 335
4. After ~Neville/Ron
length: 152
5. Asleep ~Ron/Hermione
length: 184
All rated G.
1. Seeds ~Harry/Draco length: 522
Harry had a plan. And this one he had thought out well in advance. Meaning he made the plan two days ago, spoke to Pansy Parkinson -- a difficult feat and even more difficult to get her to agree -- and thought about what he would say.
And so far, the plan was working. Pansy and Draco were sitting outside under a large oak tree. Draco was eating watermelon and Pansy -- well, Harry didn't care what Pansy was doing because it wasn't central to the plan. She just had to be a good actress.
Harry opened his eyes wide and let out a gasp as he trotted over to the two Slytherins. Draco and Pansy looked up. The latter was trying to hide a smile while the former scowled.
"What's wrong with you, Potter?" He took another bite of the watermelon and some pink juice dribbled down his chin. Harry was efficiently distracted by it. Oh, how he wished to lick it away, then trail his tongue up to those pink lips and -- Pansy let out a cough.
Harry shook his head. He tapped his foot against the ground and pretended to be debating in his head. "You know eating watermelon seeds makes you grow a watermelon inside you, right?" he blurted.
The watermelon in Draco's hand stopped on an upward movement. He stared at Harry then turned to Pansy, who, thank Marlin, gasped loudly and jumped to her feet.
"Oh, Draco!" she moaned. "I'm so sorry! I totally forgot to tell you. Oh my God, spit it out. Now!" She put her hands to her mouth, probably to hide a grin, Harry thought, but her eyes looked horror-stuck so Harry didn't mind.
Draco dropped the offending fruit as if it burnt him. Harry couldn't believe he had actually bought that, even though Pansy had told him Draco believed almost everything she said and never had watermelon before.
"Pansy!" Draco yelled, his voice leaking panic. "How could you not remember? I've never had it before, you know that. I'm going to get all fat and -- what if I die! I ha--"
"Hey," Harry cut in. "There is a way to get rid of it...I can help," he suggested.
Pansy had to turn around. Harry suspected she was about to die from laughter. Draco, unlike his friend, gazed open-eyed at Harry.
"Well, how, how? Are you going to Accio it? Will that wor--" But once again, Harry cut Draco off. This time he moved forward and pressed his lips onto Draco's. The kiss started out chaste but then Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, and Draco moaned. Harry was lost in it.
Draco tasted like watermelon, Harry realized once they pulled away. Harry had never liked watermelon before but it tasted delicious on Draco. Harry leaned in for more when Draco's hand shot out and stopped him.
"Does that help it?" He tried to appear calm and collected but Harry could see desire in his eyes.
Harry smiled. "Or you could try bringing it back up."
Draco pulled Harry's chin forward and winked at Pansy over Harry's shoulder.
2. Umbrellas ~Harry/Draco length: 453
Draco didn't like muggles. That was a well-known fact. He didn't like muggle things. That also was a well-known fact. What wasn't a well-known fact was that Draco did like those little muggle umbrellas that came in drinks.
Harry knew that. He also knew that Draco was mad at him. Harry wasn't sure why but Draco rarely needed a reason and if he did have a reason he wouldn't tell Harry. Harry would later have fun ranting about that to Ron, who had problems like that with Hermione. However, Harry suspected that there always was an obvious reason that Ron just wasn't seeing. Ron could be oblivious like that.
So Harry, not wanting to have Draco angry with them on a day they were visiting Ron and Hermione, searched through a muggle store till he found a pack of those umbrellas Draco loved so much.
Carefully, Harry walked in their front door and opened all the little umbrellas. He sat them on the tan carpet in a line leading to the kitchen, where Harry set out Draco's favorite drink, Butterbeer, and set a green umbrella in it.
Harry crouched down behind the kitchen island when he heard the front door open. He listened carefully and heard a small gasp and curious footsteps entering the kitchen.
Draco let out a moan as his eyes fell on the drink. "I guess I forgive you," he muttered. Harry shot up from his spot and grinned. "If you know why I'm mad at you." Harry frowned. He really didn't know.
Harry strongly believed that Draco just liked being mad at Harry so he would do stuff for him. He reached across the island and grabbed the glass of Butterbeer out of Draco’s grip. The smirk on the blond slipped off quickly.
"Well, I'm not sure. But if you're not going to forgive me then I'm just going to take this back." He took a deliberate sip of the drink.
Draco's eyes went wide. "Fine! I'll forgive you if you give me my umbrella and drink back. And I get to keep all the umbrellas."
"Deal." Harry held his hand out and Draco reached out for it. Once their hands touched Harry grasped hard and pulled him forward. "Only I want something out of it."
Draco kissed Harry on the mouth and Harry decided that since that was probably the only thing he would get right now, it would have to do, because Draco happily sat back down and drank his Butterbeer, the umbrella idly twisting between his fingers. Harry shouldn't have gotten him the umbrellas; now Draco would want to do nothing but look at them. Harry sighed and instead twined his fingers in Draco's hair.
3. Sick ~Hermione/Neville length: 335
Neville was sick. He had a terrible cough and his throat was sore. And to make matters worse, no one would go near him. All of his roommates made sure to stay as far away from him in fear that they too would catch it. Harry and Ron stayed the furthest away, not because they were mean like that but because they had a Quidditch game in two days and it would be terrible if they missed it because they got sick. Plus, Neville wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for that.
Neville rolled to his side and gazed at his mimbulus mimbletonia. Even that had shrunk down and faced away from him. Neville frowned at it. He was terribly bored.
The door opened and Neville tried to sit up and peer around his bed curtains to see who it was but suddenly felt dizzy and laid back down.
"Neville?" a feminine voice called, and Neville was content that someone had simply walked in the room. He sighed and smiled faintly.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked, sitting down on the bed at his feet. Neville held back a blush. All his roommates knew he fancied Hermione, had since forth year when he'd asked her to the Yule Ball.
"Fine," he croaked. Then he saw Hermione was holding something in her hands. It was a bowl of strawberry ice cream.
Hermione smiled when she saw what he was looking at. "I brought you ice cream for breakfast." She held it out and Neville took it carefully, making sure not to spill a drop.
"Thanks," he whispered hoarsely.
Hermione smiled and looked around at the empty room. "I can't believe those boys. It's so rude of them to ignore you simply because you're sick. I'm going to have a talk with --"
Neville reached down the bed with his left hand and grasped Hermione's smooth hand in his own. She stopped talking and looked down at him.
"Thanks," he whispered and Hermione smiled sweetly.
4. After ~Neville/Ron length: 152
"The war is finally over," Ron announced even though he didn't have to. Neville was the only one with him and he very well knew. Neville, for his part, said nothing and continued staring at the tombstones stretched out before them. It was unbelievable how many people had died.
"I can't believe we're the last ones," Ron said and his breath hitched on the word 'last.' Neville reached across the short distance and squeezed his hand slightly. Ron squeezed back.
"We are not the last. Just the last of the people we know," Neville whispered. Ron spared a glance his way then looked up into the sky.
A warm breeze riffled through their hair and they knew that even if they were the last from whom they knew they weren't alone. No one really ever was alone. They had each other and they had memories, and for now, that would be enough.
5. Asleep ~Ron/Hermione length: 184
They were having a picnic and Hermione had fallen asleep. That was to be expected when Ron and Harry spent most of the time talking about Quidditch and wouldn’t allow Hermione to bring a book.
Harry watched his best friend gaze down at the sleeping form of Hermione. "I'm just going to..." he stood up and used his fingers to mimic walking. "You just..." He waved towards Hermione and grinned when Ron blushed and scowled at him.
Ron waited until Harry was out of sight before he tucked a stray strand of Hermione's hair behind her ears. She stirred and blinked her eyes open.
"Ron? Where's Harry?" She yawned.
"He left." Ron stretched out beside her on the blanket. Their shoulders were touching and then their hands, and then Ron felt Hermione's fingers trailing under his palm.
Ron quickly looked at Hermione but her eyes were closed and she appeared to be asleep. Ron let a faint grin grace his lips before he stopped Hermione's hand and laced their fingers.
Hermione tried to stifle a smile but it appeared anyway. Ron smiled with her.
1. Seeds ~Harry/Draco
length: 522
2. Umbrellas ~Harry/Draco
length: 453
3. Sick ~Hermione/Neville
length: 335
4. After ~Neville/Ron
length: 152
5. Asleep ~Ron/Hermione
length: 184
All rated G.
1. Seeds ~Harry/Draco length: 522
Harry had a plan. And this one he had thought out well in advance. Meaning he made the plan two days ago, spoke to Pansy Parkinson -- a difficult feat and even more difficult to get her to agree -- and thought about what he would say.
And so far, the plan was working. Pansy and Draco were sitting outside under a large oak tree. Draco was eating watermelon and Pansy -- well, Harry didn't care what Pansy was doing because it wasn't central to the plan. She just had to be a good actress.
Harry opened his eyes wide and let out a gasp as he trotted over to the two Slytherins. Draco and Pansy looked up. The latter was trying to hide a smile while the former scowled.
"What's wrong with you, Potter?" He took another bite of the watermelon and some pink juice dribbled down his chin. Harry was efficiently distracted by it. Oh, how he wished to lick it away, then trail his tongue up to those pink lips and -- Pansy let out a cough.
Harry shook his head. He tapped his foot against the ground and pretended to be debating in his head. "You know eating watermelon seeds makes you grow a watermelon inside you, right?" he blurted.
The watermelon in Draco's hand stopped on an upward movement. He stared at Harry then turned to Pansy, who, thank Marlin, gasped loudly and jumped to her feet.
"Oh, Draco!" she moaned. "I'm so sorry! I totally forgot to tell you. Oh my God, spit it out. Now!" She put her hands to her mouth, probably to hide a grin, Harry thought, but her eyes looked horror-stuck so Harry didn't mind.
Draco dropped the offending fruit as if it burnt him. Harry couldn't believe he had actually bought that, even though Pansy had told him Draco believed almost everything she said and never had watermelon before.
"Pansy!" Draco yelled, his voice leaking panic. "How could you not remember? I've never had it before, you know that. I'm going to get all fat and -- what if I die! I ha--"
"Hey," Harry cut in. "There is a way to get rid of it...I can help," he suggested.
Pansy had to turn around. Harry suspected she was about to die from laughter. Draco, unlike his friend, gazed open-eyed at Harry.
"Well, how, how? Are you going to Accio it? Will that wor--" But once again, Harry cut Draco off. This time he moved forward and pressed his lips onto Draco's. The kiss started out chaste but then Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, and Draco moaned. Harry was lost in it.
Draco tasted like watermelon, Harry realized once they pulled away. Harry had never liked watermelon before but it tasted delicious on Draco. Harry leaned in for more when Draco's hand shot out and stopped him.
"Does that help it?" He tried to appear calm and collected but Harry could see desire in his eyes.
Harry smiled. "Or you could try bringing it back up."
Draco pulled Harry's chin forward and winked at Pansy over Harry's shoulder.
2. Umbrellas ~Harry/Draco length: 453
Draco didn't like muggles. That was a well-known fact. He didn't like muggle things. That also was a well-known fact. What wasn't a well-known fact was that Draco did like those little muggle umbrellas that came in drinks.
Harry knew that. He also knew that Draco was mad at him. Harry wasn't sure why but Draco rarely needed a reason and if he did have a reason he wouldn't tell Harry. Harry would later have fun ranting about that to Ron, who had problems like that with Hermione. However, Harry suspected that there always was an obvious reason that Ron just wasn't seeing. Ron could be oblivious like that.
So Harry, not wanting to have Draco angry with them on a day they were visiting Ron and Hermione, searched through a muggle store till he found a pack of those umbrellas Draco loved so much.
Carefully, Harry walked in their front door and opened all the little umbrellas. He sat them on the tan carpet in a line leading to the kitchen, where Harry set out Draco's favorite drink, Butterbeer, and set a green umbrella in it.
Harry crouched down behind the kitchen island when he heard the front door open. He listened carefully and heard a small gasp and curious footsteps entering the kitchen.
Draco let out a moan as his eyes fell on the drink. "I guess I forgive you," he muttered. Harry shot up from his spot and grinned. "If you know why I'm mad at you." Harry frowned. He really didn't know.
Harry strongly believed that Draco just liked being mad at Harry so he would do stuff for him. He reached across the island and grabbed the glass of Butterbeer out of Draco’s grip. The smirk on the blond slipped off quickly.
"Well, I'm not sure. But if you're not going to forgive me then I'm just going to take this back." He took a deliberate sip of the drink.
Draco's eyes went wide. "Fine! I'll forgive you if you give me my umbrella and drink back. And I get to keep all the umbrellas."
"Deal." Harry held his hand out and Draco reached out for it. Once their hands touched Harry grasped hard and pulled him forward. "Only I want something out of it."
Draco kissed Harry on the mouth and Harry decided that since that was probably the only thing he would get right now, it would have to do, because Draco happily sat back down and drank his Butterbeer, the umbrella idly twisting between his fingers. Harry shouldn't have gotten him the umbrellas; now Draco would want to do nothing but look at them. Harry sighed and instead twined his fingers in Draco's hair.
3. Sick ~Hermione/Neville length: 335
Neville was sick. He had a terrible cough and his throat was sore. And to make matters worse, no one would go near him. All of his roommates made sure to stay as far away from him in fear that they too would catch it. Harry and Ron stayed the furthest away, not because they were mean like that but because they had a Quidditch game in two days and it would be terrible if they missed it because they got sick. Plus, Neville wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for that.
Neville rolled to his side and gazed at his mimbulus mimbletonia. Even that had shrunk down and faced away from him. Neville frowned at it. He was terribly bored.
The door opened and Neville tried to sit up and peer around his bed curtains to see who it was but suddenly felt dizzy and laid back down.
"Neville?" a feminine voice called, and Neville was content that someone had simply walked in the room. He sighed and smiled faintly.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked, sitting down on the bed at his feet. Neville held back a blush. All his roommates knew he fancied Hermione, had since forth year when he'd asked her to the Yule Ball.
"Fine," he croaked. Then he saw Hermione was holding something in her hands. It was a bowl of strawberry ice cream.
Hermione smiled when she saw what he was looking at. "I brought you ice cream for breakfast." She held it out and Neville took it carefully, making sure not to spill a drop.
"Thanks," he whispered hoarsely.
Hermione smiled and looked around at the empty room. "I can't believe those boys. It's so rude of them to ignore you simply because you're sick. I'm going to have a talk with --"
Neville reached down the bed with his left hand and grasped Hermione's smooth hand in his own. She stopped talking and looked down at him.
"Thanks," he whispered and Hermione smiled sweetly.
4. After ~Neville/Ron length: 152
"The war is finally over," Ron announced even though he didn't have to. Neville was the only one with him and he very well knew. Neville, for his part, said nothing and continued staring at the tombstones stretched out before them. It was unbelievable how many people had died.
"I can't believe we're the last ones," Ron said and his breath hitched on the word 'last.' Neville reached across the short distance and squeezed his hand slightly. Ron squeezed back.
"We are not the last. Just the last of the people we know," Neville whispered. Ron spared a glance his way then looked up into the sky.
A warm breeze riffled through their hair and they knew that even if they were the last from whom they knew they weren't alone. No one really ever was alone. They had each other and they had memories, and for now, that would be enough.
5. Asleep ~Ron/Hermione length: 184
They were having a picnic and Hermione had fallen asleep. That was to be expected when Ron and Harry spent most of the time talking about Quidditch and wouldn’t allow Hermione to bring a book.
Harry watched his best friend gaze down at the sleeping form of Hermione. "I'm just going to..." he stood up and used his fingers to mimic walking. "You just..." He waved towards Hermione and grinned when Ron blushed and scowled at him.
Ron waited until Harry was out of sight before he tucked a stray strand of Hermione's hair behind her ears. She stirred and blinked her eyes open.
"Ron? Where's Harry?" She yawned.
"He left." Ron stretched out beside her on the blanket. Their shoulders were touching and then their hands, and then Ron felt Hermione's fingers trailing under his palm.
Ron quickly looked at Hermione but her eyes were closed and she appeared to be asleep. Ron let a faint grin grace his lips before he stopped Hermione's hand and laced their fingers.
Hermione tried to stifle a smile but it appeared anyway. Ron smiled with her.