HP fanfic anyone?
Here's a story I wrote for the DBCA smut!fest challenge...
SmutFest Challenge:
1. Main East Wing Characters only (no sub-section East Wing Characters. Ex: No Lucius, Rodolphus, Guest Wing, etc. characters). There are enough Main East Wing Characters to choose from.
2. OC's (original characters) are allowed but ONLY if they are paired with a Main East Wing Character.
3. Stories must be a minimum of 2,000 words long but can ultimately be as long as you choose so long as you can finish it by the SmutFest Challenge Deadline.
4. (This one is important!) You must choose lines from 6 things closest to you (a book, a school paper, a magazine, one of your bills, etc.) in the room your computer resides in (which is where you should be doing your writing, ;) ) and the lines must be chosen from the third line of the first page of each item.
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A/N: I think that this story is actually about 50 words under the limit.. but I'm SICK of it now.. REALLY sick of it. So imagine that this is part of the story.
I'd like to mention that all the lines are from cheep/free secondhand romance novels.. so *cough* it was interesting to write them in.
I got to about 1200 words and sent "Help" messages to Adi and Sam then managed to finish it after talking to them.. so thanks girls.
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Judd Harwood stood still, gazing at the sleeping figure under the white hospital bedspread. The figure was feminine... brown hair, pale skin only marred by the IV tubes… it must be his wife. Samantha Harwood, daughter of Vincent and Martha Phillipson and half sister to Timothy Harwood. However few people knew of her half sibling as he was simply believed to be her brother in law.
“Why do I watch this drivel?” Hermione huffed as she switched off the TV. The sound of poorly acted characters was replaced by silence. She was alone in this mansion, separated from the world except for soap operas with the most complicated family trees imaginable.
Soap operas were all that this TV played, 24 hours a day they aired… no news of the outside world. Hermione wasn’t so sure that she wanted news of the world, not when it was controlled by her enemies.
“Stop thinking about it Hermione,” She chided herself as her belly started to rumble. Breakfast would be the perfect distraction from her thoughts.
She made pancakes and coffee an attempt at diversion from the dark thoughts that threatened to attack her. It was no use though, every action she made was a reminder of what happened. Even after six weeks it still felt decadent to be wandering around this kitchen at nine-thirty in the morning, wearing only her usual garb of jean and tee shirt. She had no choice though.
“We lost,” She whispered to her coffee cup. They’d lost and she’d been captured by the people she despised most. These people had killed and tortured her friends, she didn’t know what had happened to most of the people she loved. Did Ginny, Lavender and Luna share her fate? Were they locked up in some house of their own on another tiny island somewhere? Had Ron been killed like Harry? She’d asked herself so many questions since being brought to this island but she had no answers.
Six weeks had passed without even talking to her captor. She was locked inside this house whenever he’d step foot on the island to bring supplies. Everything would be left in crates outside the front door and she could collect it once he left, not even a second before.
She went to place the milk bottle outside but found the door locked. Her captor was here.
He made her so angry. He dared to keep her as though she were a muggle on this island. Somehow she was grateful to him… her life had been spared and this man cared for her. She may have been left to die without his kindness. Was she still useful to them in some way? She had formulated the plan that should have won the war for them… if they hadn’t been stabbed in the back by Percy. Killing him had been so sweet… revenge is a truly beautiful thing.
Her warden was leaving for another day and what had she found out about him? Nothing… six weeks and what did she know about this man?
He had a boat, she knew that much.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
Six weeks since he’d been gifted the beautiful woman and all he’d done was keep her locked up on this island.
“You’re pathetic Severus,” His voice was deep and disturbingly calm. His hands gave him away though, shaking as he steered his boat away from the prison he’d created.
She was his to whatever he wanted with and he still hadn’t taken advantage of it. Of course he was the only person who knew this; anyone who had seen him in the past weeks had attributed his haggard look to him taking full advantage of his prize.
He eased off the throttle and let the boat simply drift in the calm waters. The ever changing play of light and shadow over the shimmering water and the gentle lapping of the tide usually relaxed him.
Every day since he’d brought her here he’d meant to go to there… to enter the grand house he’d built for his lover. It was his house but he let Granger’s mere presence drive him out. Her living there had sent him to his boat. Every day he ended back on his boat.
It wasn’t like she could even escape if he opened the door. No, she’d have to remain inside. They wouldn’t starve if he didn’t go back to the city because supplies would simply be flooed to them. Each day he’d leave, promising himself that he’d go to her tomorrow. Over 40 ‘tomorrows’ later and he hadn’t even touched her… he needed a plan.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
His visits left Hermione with a nice little routine, the moment he left, Hermione would venture outside and carry her supplies into the kitchen. She’d spend the next 15 minutes putting everything away. Her supplies would always include a muggle book, they were usually old copies, probably from a second hand store. Today was Catcher in the Rye but there was another surprise today… a black case. She took the case and the novel to her favourite chair in the library.
She placed the case on the foot rest before opening it.
“Oh, my!” Hermione gasped.
Inside the case was a stunning black gown and pair of black shoes. There was matching black underwear under the gown and a slip of parchment that read ‘Tomorrow’.
So she’d get to meet him tomorrow? A change to this monotonous world that she’d been thrown into was more than she had hoped for. What did it all mean though?
Hermione forgot about her book, opting instead to pace the house pondering all implications of the case of clothing and that one word. All her questions would be answered the next day. Today was taking far too long for her liking but tomorrow would come too soon.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
“You can’t back out now Severus.”
Severus ran his hand though his unkempt hair in frustration. Great, just great… now he was talking to himself.
“Knew that girl would end up driving me insane...”
There was nothing for him to do… all plans had been in place for this event for over six weeks now. All he had to do now was wait until tomorrow.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
She barely slept at all and virtually leapt out of bed as her alarm awakened her. It was still a few hours until he was due to arrive, but she’d need this time to prepare.
Hermione had always hated this part of events… the dressing up. Now she realized what made it so fantastic. Doing her hair and make up was a distraction from her nerves. She was completely clueless as to what would happen to her in the next 24 hours, but this… this she could make perfect.
When she emerged from her room, half an hour before her captor usually arrived, there was not a single hair out of place. Her eyebrows sat close to her face, her eyelashes were thick and dark while springy curls fell about her shoulders.
“I’m ready for this,” Hermione announced in a strong voice as she moved to the kitchen. Yet the sound of her heels on the marble floor was shockingly loud, and her heart beat so fast she felt dizzy. She took a deep breath and assured herself that all she needed was something to eat.
Several minutes later she settled down in front of toast and a mug of tea. She watched out the window allowing her breakfast to get cold and the feeling in the pit of her stomach to grow.
Just when it felt as though her stomach would open up and swallow her whole she saw his boat on the horizon.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
He marched up to the front door and swung it open. Gods, this was an incredibly stupid idea… maybe he could just escape right now.
“You bastard,” She whispered from the doorway.
Probably too late to leave now.
“You sold us all out…” She growled, “You traitorous prick!”
“Shut up, Granger.” He bit out in a bored tone, “I have no time for your pretentious bullshit speeches. You’re not exactly in a position to argue with me now are you?”
She made a break for the door which was still wide open but crashed into something very solid as she tried to cross the threshold.
“You didn’t honestly believe that I wouldn’t think about something like that did you?” He drawled from behind her. “There is no escape from this island.”
“What do you want from me?” She screamed. “You already know everything I could tell your master about the war. Fuck… you already ran to him about that didn’t you?”
He didn’t reply to her hysterical questioning. Severus simply walked over to the young lady and stood barely inches away from her. She remained where she was standing, her pride was her last defence.
“What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?” She asked through gritted teeth.
“Everything…”
Her eyes widened as he took her mouth with his, furiously attacking her lips while his large hands closed around her thin wrists. She tried to back away from him, but found herself pressed between a man she had once respected and seemingly solid air.
“I hate you,” She spat venomously as he dragged her by the wrists away from the doorway that he was still able to fall through.
“That makes two of us.”
He pushed her to the floor, pinning her hands together above her head with a quick binding charm.
“You-” Hermione started but was quickly silenced by a hand clamping hard over her mouth.
“If you say another word it will be the last thing you utter in a very long time…” He threatened in a low voice, “Do you understand?”
Hermione nodded her head reluctantly. However her eyes were still sending every imaginable insult under the sun his direction.
His attention moved from her hateful eyes to the black dress he’d given her. He’d bought it for Narcissa, his lovely mistress who had perished before ever getting to wear the spectacular gown. Yes, Granger had become quite the killing machine before she’d been captured.
With this thought driving him Severus took the hem of the black dress and ripped the fabric in a neat line from knee to chest. The black fabric pooled at her sides, exposing her black underwear and creamy white skin.
This new development sent a look of complete horror into her eyes. If that wasn’t enough to make him believe that she’d been unaware of his intentions until that moment, she began kicking at him in another attempt to escape.
He used the weight of his own body to hold her relatively still as he returned to assault her mouth before moving to her breasts. He used his teeth unrelentingly on her nipples. Her screams coupled with the unconscious thrusting of her hips, as she attempted to escape his tormenting mouth, only encouraged him.
He removed her underwear to her ankles, finding that it hampered her attempts in kicking him. The action also brought tears to her eyes which spilled over as he entered her roughly.
“You took everything from me,” He snarled as he drove into her mercilessly. “It was you who lost the war Granger. Your actions are what sent me to him.”
“Liar!” She sobbed, screaming as he bit down on her again.
“I really do want everything from you… because you took it all from me.”
He left her splayed on the black and white marble floor, her body bruised and spirit wounded. It would take more time but eventually he’d see that she lost everything she had left. Her dignity would be first to go, followed by all that Gryffindor pride and eventually her will to live.
Oh, and how he’d take pleasure in wearing her down… revenge would be sweet.
Lines:
"Judd Harwood stood still, gazing at the sleeping figure under the white hospital bedspread." -Expecting his baby by Sandra Field
"Even after six weeks it still felt decadent to be wandering around this kitchen at nine-thirty in the morning, wearing only her usual garb of jean and tee shirt." -A Scandalous Engagement by Cathy Williams
"He had a boat, she knew that much." -Untouched by man by Laura Leone
"The ever changing play of light and shadow over the shimmering water and the gentle lapping of the tide usually relaxed him." -A mediterranean marriage by Lynne Graham
"Yet the sound of her heels on the marble floor was shockingly loud, and her heart beat so fast she felt dizzy." -Beauty in his bedroom by Ashley Summers
"His voice was deep and disturbingly calm." -Special assignment: Baby by Debra Webb
Please review! XD
SmutFest Challenge:
1. Main East Wing Characters only (no sub-section East Wing Characters. Ex: No Lucius, Rodolphus, Guest Wing, etc. characters). There are enough Main East Wing Characters to choose from.
2. OC's (original characters) are allowed but ONLY if they are paired with a Main East Wing Character.
3. Stories must be a minimum of 2,000 words long but can ultimately be as long as you choose so long as you can finish it by the SmutFest Challenge Deadline.
4. (This one is important!) You must choose lines from 6 things closest to you (a book, a school paper, a magazine, one of your bills, etc.) in the room your computer resides in (which is where you should be doing your writing, ;) ) and the lines must be chosen from the third line of the first page of each item.
You can click my shiny award banner to get to the forums..
A/N: I think that this story is actually about 50 words under the limit.. but I'm SICK of it now.. REALLY sick of it. So imagine that this is part of the story.
I'd like to mention that all the lines are from cheep/free secondhand romance novels.. so *cough* it was interesting to write them in.
I got to about 1200 words and sent "Help" messages to Adi and Sam then managed to finish it after talking to them.. so thanks girls.
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Judd Harwood stood still, gazing at the sleeping figure under the white hospital bedspread. The figure was feminine... brown hair, pale skin only marred by the IV tubes… it must be his wife. Samantha Harwood, daughter of Vincent and Martha Phillipson and half sister to Timothy Harwood. However few people knew of her half sibling as he was simply believed to be her brother in law.
“Why do I watch this drivel?” Hermione huffed as she switched off the TV. The sound of poorly acted characters was replaced by silence. She was alone in this mansion, separated from the world except for soap operas with the most complicated family trees imaginable.
Soap operas were all that this TV played, 24 hours a day they aired… no news of the outside world. Hermione wasn’t so sure that she wanted news of the world, not when it was controlled by her enemies.
“Stop thinking about it Hermione,” She chided herself as her belly started to rumble. Breakfast would be the perfect distraction from her thoughts.
She made pancakes and coffee an attempt at diversion from the dark thoughts that threatened to attack her. It was no use though, every action she made was a reminder of what happened. Even after six weeks it still felt decadent to be wandering around this kitchen at nine-thirty in the morning, wearing only her usual garb of jean and tee shirt. She had no choice though.
“We lost,” She whispered to her coffee cup. They’d lost and she’d been captured by the people she despised most. These people had killed and tortured her friends, she didn’t know what had happened to most of the people she loved. Did Ginny, Lavender and Luna share her fate? Were they locked up in some house of their own on another tiny island somewhere? Had Ron been killed like Harry? She’d asked herself so many questions since being brought to this island but she had no answers.
Six weeks had passed without even talking to her captor. She was locked inside this house whenever he’d step foot on the island to bring supplies. Everything would be left in crates outside the front door and she could collect it once he left, not even a second before.
She went to place the milk bottle outside but found the door locked. Her captor was here.
He made her so angry. He dared to keep her as though she were a muggle on this island. Somehow she was grateful to him… her life had been spared and this man cared for her. She may have been left to die without his kindness. Was she still useful to them in some way? She had formulated the plan that should have won the war for them… if they hadn’t been stabbed in the back by Percy. Killing him had been so sweet… revenge is a truly beautiful thing.
Her warden was leaving for another day and what had she found out about him? Nothing… six weeks and what did she know about this man?
He had a boat, she knew that much.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
Six weeks since he’d been gifted the beautiful woman and all he’d done was keep her locked up on this island.
“You’re pathetic Severus,” His voice was deep and disturbingly calm. His hands gave him away though, shaking as he steered his boat away from the prison he’d created.
She was his to whatever he wanted with and he still hadn’t taken advantage of it. Of course he was the only person who knew this; anyone who had seen him in the past weeks had attributed his haggard look to him taking full advantage of his prize.
He eased off the throttle and let the boat simply drift in the calm waters. The ever changing play of light and shadow over the shimmering water and the gentle lapping of the tide usually relaxed him.
Every day since he’d brought her here he’d meant to go to there… to enter the grand house he’d built for his lover. It was his house but he let Granger’s mere presence drive him out. Her living there had sent him to his boat. Every day he ended back on his boat.
It wasn’t like she could even escape if he opened the door. No, she’d have to remain inside. They wouldn’t starve if he didn’t go back to the city because supplies would simply be flooed to them. Each day he’d leave, promising himself that he’d go to her tomorrow. Over 40 ‘tomorrows’ later and he hadn’t even touched her… he needed a plan.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
His visits left Hermione with a nice little routine, the moment he left, Hermione would venture outside and carry her supplies into the kitchen. She’d spend the next 15 minutes putting everything away. Her supplies would always include a muggle book, they were usually old copies, probably from a second hand store. Today was Catcher in the Rye but there was another surprise today… a black case. She took the case and the novel to her favourite chair in the library.
She placed the case on the foot rest before opening it.
“Oh, my!” Hermione gasped.
Inside the case was a stunning black gown and pair of black shoes. There was matching black underwear under the gown and a slip of parchment that read ‘Tomorrow’.
So she’d get to meet him tomorrow? A change to this monotonous world that she’d been thrown into was more than she had hoped for. What did it all mean though?
Hermione forgot about her book, opting instead to pace the house pondering all implications of the case of clothing and that one word. All her questions would be answered the next day. Today was taking far too long for her liking but tomorrow would come too soon.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
“You can’t back out now Severus.”
Severus ran his hand though his unkempt hair in frustration. Great, just great… now he was talking to himself.
“Knew that girl would end up driving me insane...”
There was nothing for him to do… all plans had been in place for this event for over six weeks now. All he had to do now was wait until tomorrow.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
She barely slept at all and virtually leapt out of bed as her alarm awakened her. It was still a few hours until he was due to arrive, but she’d need this time to prepare.
Hermione had always hated this part of events… the dressing up. Now she realized what made it so fantastic. Doing her hair and make up was a distraction from her nerves. She was completely clueless as to what would happen to her in the next 24 hours, but this… this she could make perfect.
When she emerged from her room, half an hour before her captor usually arrived, there was not a single hair out of place. Her eyebrows sat close to her face, her eyelashes were thick and dark while springy curls fell about her shoulders.
“I’m ready for this,” Hermione announced in a strong voice as she moved to the kitchen. Yet the sound of her heels on the marble floor was shockingly loud, and her heart beat so fast she felt dizzy. She took a deep breath and assured herself that all she needed was something to eat.
Several minutes later she settled down in front of toast and a mug of tea. She watched out the window allowing her breakfast to get cold and the feeling in the pit of her stomach to grow.
Just when it felt as though her stomach would open up and swallow her whole she saw his boat on the horizon.
(~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~) (~*~)
He marched up to the front door and swung it open. Gods, this was an incredibly stupid idea… maybe he could just escape right now.
“You bastard,” She whispered from the doorway.
Probably too late to leave now.
“You sold us all out…” She growled, “You traitorous prick!”
“Shut up, Granger.” He bit out in a bored tone, “I have no time for your pretentious bullshit speeches. You’re not exactly in a position to argue with me now are you?”
She made a break for the door which was still wide open but crashed into something very solid as she tried to cross the threshold.
“You didn’t honestly believe that I wouldn’t think about something like that did you?” He drawled from behind her. “There is no escape from this island.”
“What do you want from me?” She screamed. “You already know everything I could tell your master about the war. Fuck… you already ran to him about that didn’t you?”
He didn’t reply to her hysterical questioning. Severus simply walked over to the young lady and stood barely inches away from her. She remained where she was standing, her pride was her last defence.
“What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?” She asked through gritted teeth.
“Everything…”
Her eyes widened as he took her mouth with his, furiously attacking her lips while his large hands closed around her thin wrists. She tried to back away from him, but found herself pressed between a man she had once respected and seemingly solid air.
“I hate you,” She spat venomously as he dragged her by the wrists away from the doorway that he was still able to fall through.
“That makes two of us.”
He pushed her to the floor, pinning her hands together above her head with a quick binding charm.
“You-” Hermione started but was quickly silenced by a hand clamping hard over her mouth.
“If you say another word it will be the last thing you utter in a very long time…” He threatened in a low voice, “Do you understand?”
Hermione nodded her head reluctantly. However her eyes were still sending every imaginable insult under the sun his direction.
His attention moved from her hateful eyes to the black dress he’d given her. He’d bought it for Narcissa, his lovely mistress who had perished before ever getting to wear the spectacular gown. Yes, Granger had become quite the killing machine before she’d been captured.
With this thought driving him Severus took the hem of the black dress and ripped the fabric in a neat line from knee to chest. The black fabric pooled at her sides, exposing her black underwear and creamy white skin.
This new development sent a look of complete horror into her eyes. If that wasn’t enough to make him believe that she’d been unaware of his intentions until that moment, she began kicking at him in another attempt to escape.
He used the weight of his own body to hold her relatively still as he returned to assault her mouth before moving to her breasts. He used his teeth unrelentingly on her nipples. Her screams coupled with the unconscious thrusting of her hips, as she attempted to escape his tormenting mouth, only encouraged him.
He removed her underwear to her ankles, finding that it hampered her attempts in kicking him. The action also brought tears to her eyes which spilled over as he entered her roughly.
“You took everything from me,” He snarled as he drove into her mercilessly. “It was you who lost the war Granger. Your actions are what sent me to him.”
“Liar!” She sobbed, screaming as he bit down on her again.
“I really do want everything from you… because you took it all from me.”
He left her splayed on the black and white marble floor, her body bruised and spirit wounded. It would take more time but eventually he’d see that she lost everything she had left. Her dignity would be first to go, followed by all that Gryffindor pride and eventually her will to live.
Oh, and how he’d take pleasure in wearing her down… revenge would be sweet.
Lines:
"Judd Harwood stood still, gazing at the sleeping figure under the white hospital bedspread." -Expecting his baby by Sandra Field
"Even after six weeks it still felt decadent to be wandering around this kitchen at nine-thirty in the morning, wearing only her usual garb of jean and tee shirt." -A Scandalous Engagement by Cathy Williams
"He had a boat, she knew that much." -Untouched by man by Laura Leone
"The ever changing play of light and shadow over the shimmering water and the gentle lapping of the tide usually relaxed him." -A mediterranean marriage by Lynne Graham
"Yet the sound of her heels on the marble floor was shockingly loud, and her heart beat so fast she felt dizzy." -Beauty in his bedroom by Ashley Summers
"His voice was deep and disturbingly calm." -Special assignment: Baby by Debra Webb
Please review! XD