Round Two, Challenge Six Voting
Underneath the cut you will find the drabbles and the voting for the sixth challenge of dmpp_ldws .
Notes
- Contestants are required to vote, but must not vote for themselves (if you do, your vote will not count).
- Please take into account this weeks prompt, which was this lovely art piece by Rotae.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
leigh_adams
Title: Crup Tails
Word Count: 396
Rating: G
Warning: Fluff. -_-
Summary: Draco expresses his thanks to Pansy.
There were many things that Draco didn't like. He didn't like when Dobby told Mother that he didn't eat his vegetables because that meant he didn't get any tarte for dessert. He didn't like his French or Latin tutors because they were old, mean and smelled funny.
And he certainly didn't like dance lessons.
Mother had insisted upon them. She said that as a Black and Malfoy man- man, not boy- he had to observe the social niceties, whatever they were. They couldn’t be very nice, though, if he was supposed to dance like a stupid girl. Sugar, spice, and everything nice. That's what little girls are made of, his mother had told him once. Snakes and snails and crup tails, that's what little boys are made of.
Draco preferred being a little snake, and while snails were fun to feed to the peacocks, they weren't as neat as his father's crups.
At least today he was partnered with Pansy. She wasn't too bad, for a girl. She didn't giggle all the time like Daphne or Tracey, and she wasn't stupid like Crabbe and Goyle. She did wear an awful lot of pink, and Draco didn't like pink. Pink was for sissies.
"One, two, three, one, two, three," their dance instructor droned as the three-fourths meter of the waltz radiated out from the gramophone. Every time his back turned to the mothers lined on the wall, Draco's pleasant face slipped into a mighty scowl. This was stupid.
"What's wrong with you?" Pansy asked, quirking her head to the side.
Draco leveled a look at her that said duh. "Dancing's for girls," he informed her.
"I'm a girl."
"That's why you like it," was his obvious reply. "Girls like dancing and boys don’t."
Brow furrowing, Pansy started to reply, but she was cut off as the music ended.
"Now, you express your gratitude to your partner with a curtsy or bow," the instructor said.
That wasn't how Father expressed his thanks to Mother, though. After he gave a bob of his head to Pansy, he stepped forward and gave her a kiss- just like Father.
He hadn't expected Pansy to scream and push him backwards onto his bottom. Hot tears welled up in his eyes, and he could hear both mothers sputtering in shock as Pansy continued to wail.
Draco was right; dancing- and kissing- were stupid.
elle_blessing
Title: Stupid Cupid
Word Count: 350
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Much to their amusement, Draco and Pansy observe that history is repeating itself.
“I shouldn’t be surprised, should I?” Astoria queried wryly, eyes sliding to Pansy.
“Mmm.” Pansy hummed, lips twitching she met Astoria’s gaze. “Just give them a few minutes. If they’re anything like Draco and I were as children, it will be threats and barbs any moment now.”
Their amusement was turned to Scorpius and Violet as they moved incrementally closer on the stone bench across the garden. Little hands clasped and the two children moved hesitantly towards each other. Pansy smiled, a flash of honest amusement. The picture was so like she and Draco at that age - best of friends, but fascinated by their differences.
Their offspring would apparently repeat history.
She chuckled when Scorpius and Violet pulled apart, blushing and blinking at each other after the innocent kiss. “It won’t be long now, Astoria,” she murmured, gaze intent on the duo. “Your little dragon has a mouth just like his father.”
“Which I’ll take as a compliment,” Draco said to announce his presence. A smirk was tossed at Pansy before he bent to press a kiss to his wife’s cheek.
Astoria swatted him away, though a tiny smile played at her lips. “Do be quiet else you’ll startle them,” she chided softly.
Three sets of eyes tracked back to Scorpius and Violet, and to their vast amusement, it devolved as predicted; Scorpius said something, Violet’s features shuttered and she glared at him. Moments later she pushed him over the back of the bench into the flowers. An indignant yelp pierced the buzzing and chirps of the garden and then Violet dove after him, intent on finishing the job.
“At least it wasn’t roses,” Draco said.
Astoria glanced up at him, curiosity evident in her features.
“Violet is like her mother, to be sure, but not so vicious. Pansy always liked to enlist the help of the thorned roses in mother’s garden.”
Astoria raised a brow, lips twitching. “And I’m sure you well deserved it.”
“To say the least,” Pansy said as she struggled to reign in her smile at Draco’s huff.
eonone
Title: Mine
Word Count: 370
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: Draco comes over for Valentine's Day.
Pansy had tried to explain that she was too big for bows. And too big for pink, poufy dresses. But her mother never listened. She only cared about her Valentine’s party, and impressing the Malfoy family.
“Remember, little Draco Malfoy will be here, and I want you to be very nice to him.”
Pansy frowned as they entered the ballroom. “Why? I’ve played with him lots of times before. He never shares.”
Violet Parkinson mirrored her daughter’s expression. “Things are... different now, that you’re older. Just be very polite to him. Tell him that you like him.”
“But I don’t-” Pansy started to argue, but Violet shushed her. “On you go, dear. Go play with your friends.”
Violet rushed off to greet the Malfoys, wearing her prettiest smile. Pansy dragged her feet over to Daphne and Millicent, who were chattering excitedly.
“Happy Valentine’s!” They both chimed. Pansy echoed it, but decided she hated Valentine’s.
She wandered closer to the punch bowl, where she found Draco. He had a fistful of cookies, and didn’t even bother to say hello.
“Did your cook make these?” he asked, with his mouth full.
“No, Mother did,” Pansy answered. Was it the right answer? Frantically she glanced around for her mother, but Draco simply said, “Oh. They’re good.”
“How is the punch?” she asked, carefully.
He made a face at the magenta concoction. Little candy hearts floated on the top, leaving chalky trails behind.
“Oh,” Pansy giggled, and Draco seemed to like that.
“Your house is much smaller than mine is,” he said. It wasn’t bragging, just matter-of-fact. Still, Pansy bristled.
“I bet I have a better swing than you do.”
Draco smirked. “Prove it.”
Pansy grabbed his hand, and led the way outside. The oak tree stood proudly with its big wooden swing. Draco looked unimpressed, but sat down anyway. He swung for a while, giving it a good test, then finally dragged his feet against the dirt to stop.
“It’s... as good as mine is, I guess,” he said, begrudgingly.
Pansy accepted the concession and sat down next to him. They sat for a while, neither one saying anything, until Draco blurted, “Do you like me?”
Pansy blinked. “I guess, since you like my swing.”
“You’re my Valentine, then,” Draco decided.
Pansy blushed, then kissed his cheek.
“Then you’re mine, too.”
akashathekitty
Title: The Princess and the Dragon
Word Count: 400
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary: Pansy introduces Draco to a new game.
“Why are you dressed so stupidly?” Draco said without preamble upon entering Pansy’s nursery, wrinkling his nose.
Pansy sniffed and turned up her own nose at him. “I picked out this outfit myself!”
Draco looked down himself, the look of distaste still prominent on his face. “Lucky you. I didn’t get to choose my stupid outfit.”
“It’s not stupid!” Pansy insisted.
“It is too! I look like a baby!”
“Well, you are only nine.” Pansy sniggered. She was a big girl at ten. She had double digits!
Draco scowled. “You look like a baby too!”
Pansy gasped. She did not! She looked like a princess! Or at least she’d thought so. Stupid Draco. She couldn’t believe she’d looked forward to seeing him again. “Well, if you’re so unhappy with being here, why don’t you leave?” she retorted, doing everything she could to hide the trembling of her lower lip. She was not a baby and she wasn’t going to cry like one in front of him!
Draco’s scowl stayed in place as he sat down on her favourite bench. She wanted to tell him that he couldn’t-this was her nursery, after all!-but her mother would probably be very cross with her if she did that. “I can’t,” he finally said. “Mum told me that I could either go play with you or Goyle. And you’re more fun than him, even if you are a girl.”
Pansy instantly forgave him since he had chosen her over another boy, and sat down next to him. “Want to play tea?”
He gave her a horrified look. “No! And nothing involving dolls either!”
She pouted. She had a new pretty doll she would have loved to show off. “Then what?”
Draco shrugged. “Maybe read some of your stories? The ones with dragon-killing, I mean.”
Pansy perked up. Those stories usually involved princesses. “We could act one out,” she suggested.
Draco shrugged. “Sure. Do you have a sword and a dragon?” he looked around.
She shook her head. “No. But we can act out other parts.”
“Like what?” His nose wrinkled again.
“Well, it’s Valentine’s Day, so we could play True Love’s Kiss?”
“What’s that?” he asked.
Giggling, she showed him. To his credit, he stayed perfectly still throughout the kiss.
“How was it?” she asked afterwards.
He gave it some thought. “Wet,” he then replied. “You sure you don’t have a sword?”
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Notes
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- Please take into account this weeks prompt, which was this lovely art piece by Rotae.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
leigh_adams
Title: Crup Tails
Word Count: 396
Rating: G
Warning: Fluff. -_-
Summary: Draco expresses his thanks to Pansy.
There were many things that Draco didn't like. He didn't like when Dobby told Mother that he didn't eat his vegetables because that meant he didn't get any tarte for dessert. He didn't like his French or Latin tutors because they were old, mean and smelled funny.
And he certainly didn't like dance lessons.
Mother had insisted upon them. She said that as a Black and Malfoy man- man, not boy- he had to observe the social niceties, whatever they were. They couldn’t be very nice, though, if he was supposed to dance like a stupid girl. Sugar, spice, and everything nice. That's what little girls are made of, his mother had told him once. Snakes and snails and crup tails, that's what little boys are made of.
Draco preferred being a little snake, and while snails were fun to feed to the peacocks, they weren't as neat as his father's crups.
At least today he was partnered with Pansy. She wasn't too bad, for a girl. She didn't giggle all the time like Daphne or Tracey, and she wasn't stupid like Crabbe and Goyle. She did wear an awful lot of pink, and Draco didn't like pink. Pink was for sissies.
"One, two, three, one, two, three," their dance instructor droned as the three-fourths meter of the waltz radiated out from the gramophone. Every time his back turned to the mothers lined on the wall, Draco's pleasant face slipped into a mighty scowl. This was stupid.
"What's wrong with you?" Pansy asked, quirking her head to the side.
Draco leveled a look at her that said duh. "Dancing's for girls," he informed her.
"I'm a girl."
"That's why you like it," was his obvious reply. "Girls like dancing and boys don’t."
Brow furrowing, Pansy started to reply, but she was cut off as the music ended.
"Now, you express your gratitude to your partner with a curtsy or bow," the instructor said.
That wasn't how Father expressed his thanks to Mother, though. After he gave a bob of his head to Pansy, he stepped forward and gave her a kiss- just like Father.
He hadn't expected Pansy to scream and push him backwards onto his bottom. Hot tears welled up in his eyes, and he could hear both mothers sputtering in shock as Pansy continued to wail.
Draco was right; dancing- and kissing- were stupid.
elle_blessing
Title: Stupid Cupid
Word Count: 350
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Much to their amusement, Draco and Pansy observe that history is repeating itself.
“I shouldn’t be surprised, should I?” Astoria queried wryly, eyes sliding to Pansy.
“Mmm.” Pansy hummed, lips twitching she met Astoria’s gaze. “Just give them a few minutes. If they’re anything like Draco and I were as children, it will be threats and barbs any moment now.”
Their amusement was turned to Scorpius and Violet as they moved incrementally closer on the stone bench across the garden. Little hands clasped and the two children moved hesitantly towards each other. Pansy smiled, a flash of honest amusement. The picture was so like she and Draco at that age - best of friends, but fascinated by their differences.
Their offspring would apparently repeat history.
She chuckled when Scorpius and Violet pulled apart, blushing and blinking at each other after the innocent kiss. “It won’t be long now, Astoria,” she murmured, gaze intent on the duo. “Your little dragon has a mouth just like his father.”
“Which I’ll take as a compliment,” Draco said to announce his presence. A smirk was tossed at Pansy before he bent to press a kiss to his wife’s cheek.
Astoria swatted him away, though a tiny smile played at her lips. “Do be quiet else you’ll startle them,” she chided softly.
Three sets of eyes tracked back to Scorpius and Violet, and to their vast amusement, it devolved as predicted; Scorpius said something, Violet’s features shuttered and she glared at him. Moments later she pushed him over the back of the bench into the flowers. An indignant yelp pierced the buzzing and chirps of the garden and then Violet dove after him, intent on finishing the job.
“At least it wasn’t roses,” Draco said.
Astoria glanced up at him, curiosity evident in her features.
“Violet is like her mother, to be sure, but not so vicious. Pansy always liked to enlist the help of the thorned roses in mother’s garden.”
Astoria raised a brow, lips twitching. “And I’m sure you well deserved it.”
“To say the least,” Pansy said as she struggled to reign in her smile at Draco’s huff.
eonone
Title: Mine
Word Count: 370
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: Draco comes over for Valentine's Day.
Pansy had tried to explain that she was too big for bows. And too big for pink, poufy dresses. But her mother never listened. She only cared about her Valentine’s party, and impressing the Malfoy family.
“Remember, little Draco Malfoy will be here, and I want you to be very nice to him.”
Pansy frowned as they entered the ballroom. “Why? I’ve played with him lots of times before. He never shares.”
Violet Parkinson mirrored her daughter’s expression. “Things are... different now, that you’re older. Just be very polite to him. Tell him that you like him.”
“But I don’t-” Pansy started to argue, but Violet shushed her. “On you go, dear. Go play with your friends.”
Violet rushed off to greet the Malfoys, wearing her prettiest smile. Pansy dragged her feet over to Daphne and Millicent, who were chattering excitedly.
“Happy Valentine’s!” They both chimed. Pansy echoed it, but decided she hated Valentine’s.
She wandered closer to the punch bowl, where she found Draco. He had a fistful of cookies, and didn’t even bother to say hello.
“Did your cook make these?” he asked, with his mouth full.
“No, Mother did,” Pansy answered. Was it the right answer? Frantically she glanced around for her mother, but Draco simply said, “Oh. They’re good.”
“How is the punch?” she asked, carefully.
He made a face at the magenta concoction. Little candy hearts floated on the top, leaving chalky trails behind.
“Oh,” Pansy giggled, and Draco seemed to like that.
“Your house is much smaller than mine is,” he said. It wasn’t bragging, just matter-of-fact. Still, Pansy bristled.
“I bet I have a better swing than you do.”
Draco smirked. “Prove it.”
Pansy grabbed his hand, and led the way outside. The oak tree stood proudly with its big wooden swing. Draco looked unimpressed, but sat down anyway. He swung for a while, giving it a good test, then finally dragged his feet against the dirt to stop.
“It’s... as good as mine is, I guess,” he said, begrudgingly.
Pansy accepted the concession and sat down next to him. They sat for a while, neither one saying anything, until Draco blurted, “Do you like me?”
Pansy blinked. “I guess, since you like my swing.”
“You’re my Valentine, then,” Draco decided.
Pansy blushed, then kissed his cheek.
“Then you’re mine, too.”
akashathekitty
Title: The Princess and the Dragon
Word Count: 400
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary: Pansy introduces Draco to a new game.
“Why are you dressed so stupidly?” Draco said without preamble upon entering Pansy’s nursery, wrinkling his nose.
Pansy sniffed and turned up her own nose at him. “I picked out this outfit myself!”
Draco looked down himself, the look of distaste still prominent on his face. “Lucky you. I didn’t get to choose my stupid outfit.”
“It’s not stupid!” Pansy insisted.
“It is too! I look like a baby!”
“Well, you are only nine.” Pansy sniggered. She was a big girl at ten. She had double digits!
Draco scowled. “You look like a baby too!”
Pansy gasped. She did not! She looked like a princess! Or at least she’d thought so. Stupid Draco. She couldn’t believe she’d looked forward to seeing him again. “Well, if you’re so unhappy with being here, why don’t you leave?” she retorted, doing everything she could to hide the trembling of her lower lip. She was not a baby and she wasn’t going to cry like one in front of him!
Draco’s scowl stayed in place as he sat down on her favourite bench. She wanted to tell him that he couldn’t-this was her nursery, after all!-but her mother would probably be very cross with her if she did that. “I can’t,” he finally said. “Mum told me that I could either go play with you or Goyle. And you’re more fun than him, even if you are a girl.”
Pansy instantly forgave him since he had chosen her over another boy, and sat down next to him. “Want to play tea?”
He gave her a horrified look. “No! And nothing involving dolls either!”
She pouted. She had a new pretty doll she would have loved to show off. “Then what?”
Draco shrugged. “Maybe read some of your stories? The ones with dragon-killing, I mean.”
Pansy perked up. Those stories usually involved princesses. “We could act one out,” she suggested.
Draco shrugged. “Sure. Do you have a sword and a dragon?” he looked around.
She shook her head. “No. But we can act out other parts.”
“Like what?” His nose wrinkled again.
“Well, it’s Valentine’s Day, so we could play True Love’s Kiss?”
“What’s that?” he asked.
Giggling, she showed him. To his credit, he stayed perfectly still throughout the kiss.
“How was it?” she asked afterwards.
He gave it some thought. “Wet,” he then replied. “You sure you don’t have a sword?”
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