Round Three, Challenge 3 VOTING!!!
Happy Thanksgiving all of my wonderful D/G lovers!!! I hope you had a wonderful holiday!
I am so sorry I am late getting this up, but I unfortuantley came down with the flu thanks to one of my students and I have been out of commission the last few days! Thank goodness I felt better today- just in time for turkey! :) Okay, enough babbling....on to what you came here for....
It's Voting Time!!!
Just a few things to remember:
1) You may NOT vote for yourself!
2) If you are a contestant you HAVE to vote!
3) Please enter the number of your most favorite and your least favorite drabble in the poll. Please use the number, not the title!!
4) Please consider the prompt and the word count when voting.
The prompt for this challenge was "Leaves on the Ground." The drabbles had to include the activity of raking leaves. The word count for this challenge was 100 words exactly.
Winners will be announced on Saturday (Since I was late, you get an extra day to vote)!
Now, On to the good stuff! Happy reading!
1.
Author: valkyriekat
Title: A Gust of Errant Wind
Words: 100
Rating: All
Warnings: contains Filch
Author's Notes: I tried to capture and cage a little humour here,
Ginny stood in the cold, breezy courtyard, watching Filch rake the leaves on the ground. Every time he had raked a small pile, they would be hit by a gust of errant wind and be blown hither and thither. Filch's purplish, jowled face contorted with rage every time this happened. Then Ginny spied Draco taking aim from behind an elm tree. He was causing the gusts that honed in on Filch. His pale, pointed face was alive with glee. Ginny sneaked over behind the trees and whispered in Draco's ear, “At least you can bloody well do something right, Malfoy!”
2.
Author: olgameisterfunk
Title: Please
Words: 100 exactly
Rating: R
Warnings: Just guess.
Draco bounded up the immense driveway in just a few seconds’ time, surprising the lovely creature that was carefully organizing the fallen colors into neat little piles.
She was soon pressed against the old oak tree by his hard lean body, calloused fingers making quick work of her irritating buttons, supple lips harshly sucking her earlobe.
“I could take you now,” he hissed.
“Please!”
Her rake fell to the ground as he hoisted Ginny up, brushing her bra aside, beginning the feast.
Draco’s breath caught in his throat when he noticed a little black-haired boy watching through the front window.
3.
Author: cursedinsanity
Title: You
Words: 100
Rating: G
Warnings: none.
Author's Notes: Switchfoot-inspired insanity. On a stick. With bells on :D
What would you want to smell if you could only smell one thing for the rest of your life?
She'd been reading from one of the mags she'd swiped from Hermione's when they went to pick her up this morning and he was raking the leaves in the garden.
That's the most stupid question I've ever heard, he says.
Ginny dips her head back and laughs, laughs, laughs. The leaves fall from the tree above her and cling to her hair in various places. She stands, offers tea, and goes inside.
You, he whispers into the cold, early autumn air.
4.
Author: devinecancerian
Title: Punishment
Words: 100
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: This one was harder, 100 words is so short.
Ginny was raking the leaves, Molly Weasley watching from the house, when Draco apparated to the Burrow.
He walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling.
“You know, we have magic for this,” he said into her hair.
Ginny turned in his arms to face him with a small smile.
“But then it wouldn’t be punishment.”
Draco smiled, taking Ginny’s hand and slipping the small gold ring on her finger. Ginny looked at it and gasped softly.
“Marry me,” he whispered, brushing her hair away.
The her grin grew and her eyes shimmered as she kissed him.
“Yes.”
5.
Author: savepureness
Title: Autumn Lost
Words: 100
Rating: G
Warnings: EWE. Many years post-Hogwarts, and post Draco’s failed relationship with Ginny.
Author’s Notes: -
“Besides breaking posh witches’ hearts, what’s your favourite activity, Mr. Malfoy?”
The man was in his mid-thirties; luckily he still kept all his hair on his head. He took after his mother.
“That would be raking leaves.”
The journalist’s mouth twisted. He almost broke in a gap.
“Ah well -“
“You wouldn’t understand”, Draco Malfoy said, mildly enough. “It’s rather personal; deep roots. We always prized deep roots in my family, y’know.”
He closes his eyes wisely, knowing he’ll look pensive - is it a cover shot, he wonders. Inside, he wanders through autumn, hands clasped with Ginny Weasley. His loss.
6.
Author: humbuggirl
Title: Belief
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: EWE
Draco kicks the leaves, scattering the remaining fragments of her self-possession.
Scowling, Ginny grabs the rake. <*i>Ignoring him.<*/i> In crisp dark robes he looks absurd in the Burrow's garden. Today had been the trial: the reason she is here, not in London. Just as he predicted, her lion's courage had abandoned her.
Once he told her he loved her; it had probably been a ruse. She remembers corridors and fights, fierce kissing and a handkerchief shining bright as he wiped away a bloody spot.
The rake hisses through the leaves, disguising his steps.
"Six months," he says. "Wait for me?"
Poll Round 3, Challenge 3 VOTING