Voting Post: Sexiest Drabble
Sexiest Drabble (100 words exactly)
Complete rules and procedures can be found on the main voting page. To summarize:
1. To submit your votes for this category, copy and paste the code below into a comment to this post (will be screened), or send it in an email to dramioneawards[at]gmail[dot]com. No anonymous comments allowed!
2. You must vote for your top THREE favorite fics, and rank them with your top favorite fic in the #1 position.
3. When casting your vote, please use the number assigned to the fic, rather than writing out the whole title.
CODE (4a):
4a - Sexiest Drabble:
1. (TOP CHOICE)
2.
3.
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Nominees:
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Silk, by liafic
She does not hear him come up the stairs, and bites back her breath - her teeth insistent and sharp against her lips - when his fingers are suddenly tracing across her skin in the dark. The space where the collar of her robes meets the chestnut curls of her braid. Slowly, he undoes the white ribbon there, runs the band of silk through his fingers like flowing water. The cold and the moonlight against the bare space where he kisses her neck.
And then he is no longer there, her hair cascading and loose where the white ribbon used to be.
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Sticky, by ldymusyc
"Malfoy, this is ridiculous. I'm not a buffet."
"Hush." Draco blew on the frog's tail. It jumped from Hermione's knee to her hip, leaving small chocolate footprints on her skin. Draco blew again. The frog leapt to Hermione's ribcage, shoulder, navel. It hopped all over, painting her with three-toed markings that shrank as the frog melted from her body heat.
"Malfoy, that tickles, and you're getting me all sticky." Hermione jerked her hair away from the frog.
"Trust me." Draco licked chocolate off her hip, grinning as she shivered. "There. Still sticky?"
"Mmm. Yes." She purred and stretched. "Keep going."
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The Hunger, by elysium_66
It starts with the burning: bright red and hot behind the thin veil of her eye-lids. The surge of heat, the longing, which pools in her stomach, comes next. The craving is desperate. It claws at her, makes her want to slip out of her skin and into his.
She wants to feel the salt of him on her tongue, and drown in the texture of his touch. He knows this to be true. He stares at her with eyes that are ashy and piercing and there.
He waits. A smirk. And then it’s his mouth, teeth, tongue.
Finally.
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The Personification of Love, by bunney (NC-17)
Hermione in full surrender was beauty personified.
Draco had heard of angels and dismissed them as so much Muggle nonsense. But when Hermione came undone in his arms, her head falling back as the sweetest sounds of love and joy filled his ears, he became a true believer.
Hermione drew him close, her arms and legs encircling his slick, straining body as he fulfilled his unspoken promise to her. She didn't need to hear the words; she could read them in his skin and his breath and the beat of his joyous heart.
Draco in full surrender was love personified.
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Complete rules and procedures can be found on the main voting page. To summarize:
1. To submit your votes for this category, copy and paste the code below into a comment to this post (will be screened), or send it in an email to dramioneawards[at]gmail[dot]com. No anonymous comments allowed!
2. You must vote for your top THREE favorite fics, and rank them with your top favorite fic in the #1 position.
3. When casting your vote, please use the number assigned to the fic, rather than writing out the whole title.
CODE (4a):
4a - Sexiest Drabble:
1. (TOP CHOICE)
2.
3.
Return to Main Page
Nominees:
-1-
Silk, by liafic
She does not hear him come up the stairs, and bites back her breath - her teeth insistent and sharp against her lips - when his fingers are suddenly tracing across her skin in the dark. The space where the collar of her robes meets the chestnut curls of her braid. Slowly, he undoes the white ribbon there, runs the band of silk through his fingers like flowing water. The cold and the moonlight against the bare space where he kisses her neck.
And then he is no longer there, her hair cascading and loose where the white ribbon used to be.
-2-
Sticky, by ldymusyc
"Malfoy, this is ridiculous. I'm not a buffet."
"Hush." Draco blew on the frog's tail. It jumped from Hermione's knee to her hip, leaving small chocolate footprints on her skin. Draco blew again. The frog leapt to Hermione's ribcage, shoulder, navel. It hopped all over, painting her with three-toed markings that shrank as the frog melted from her body heat.
"Malfoy, that tickles, and you're getting me all sticky." Hermione jerked her hair away from the frog.
"Trust me." Draco licked chocolate off her hip, grinning as she shivered. "There. Still sticky?"
"Mmm. Yes." She purred and stretched. "Keep going."
-3-
The Hunger, by elysium_66
It starts with the burning: bright red and hot behind the thin veil of her eye-lids. The surge of heat, the longing, which pools in her stomach, comes next. The craving is desperate. It claws at her, makes her want to slip out of her skin and into his.
She wants to feel the salt of him on her tongue, and drown in the texture of his touch. He knows this to be true. He stares at her with eyes that are ashy and piercing and there.
He waits. A smirk. And then it’s his mouth, teeth, tongue.
Finally.
-4-
The Personification of Love, by bunney (NC-17)
Hermione in full surrender was beauty personified.
Draco had heard of angels and dismissed them as so much Muggle nonsense. But when Hermione came undone in his arms, her head falling back as the sweetest sounds of love and joy filled his ears, he became a true believer.
Hermione drew him close, her arms and legs encircling his slick, straining body as he fulfilled his unspoken promise to her. She didn't need to hear the words; she could read them in his skin and his breath and the beat of his joyous heart.
Draco in full surrender was love personified.
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