Voting Post: Most Creative Drabble
Most Creative Drabble (100 words exactly)
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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!
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3. When casting your vote, please use the number assigned to the fic, rather than writing out the whole title.
CODE (5a):
5a - Most Creative Drabble:
1. (TOP CHOICE)
2.
3.
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Nominees:
-1-
A Compelling Prophecy, by gryff_slytherin
Draco smiled when he heard the prophecy being made. He was glad that the Dark Lord wouldn’t succeed this time around. But he was secretly relieved that the key to the Dark Lord’s defeat was Hermione and not Potter.
He had to convince her of this.
He snorted to himself. Like that was going to be easy given how she walked out on Trelawney during third year.
As he was looking for her, he scowled. She was pretty elusive when she didn’t want to be found.
But she will be found. After all a prophecy can’t be wrong, can it?
-2-
An Offer Given, by bunney
He was sick of the scorn, and the fear in their eyes.
Draco turned away from the counter, leaving behind the herbs he'd carefully selected for purchase. The shopkeeper snorted - good riddance to bad rubbish - and swept the herbs into the bin.
He opened the door and stepped onto the stoop, but not before he heard another customer offer to take her business elsewhere if that's how you treat paying customers.
Curious, Draco turned and came face to face with Hermione Granger. She smiled, tucking her arm through his.
"I know another herbalist who has just what you're looking for."
-3-
Coming Back to Hermione, by ilkee
I’m coming back
from the far edges of the world
to tell you that it wasn’t far enough.
I’m coming back to tell you
that I am weary of pushing you
into the dark spaces in my mind.
I’m coming back
so I don’t have to wonder
where,
and when,
and around what corner I will suddenly face you again.
If you’re going to be here,
if your voice is the constant in my head,
then I’m coming back to watch the words being born
and shaped in your mouth,
and to see your tongue pushing them from your lips.
-4-
Her Little Excuses, by atalanta84
Her lips taste like pinot noir, and her gold hoop earrings sway hypnotically as she tilts her head back, baring her neck for his kisses…
Draco awakens to find Hermione frantically retrieving her clothes from his bedroom floor.
“Last night was a mistake,” she stammers. “It was just the wine.”
As if he hasn’t heard that line before.
After she leaves, he finds an earring lying on his pillow. It’s always something different: a “lost” necklace, a “forgotten” cloak, a “missing” shoe she has to return for.
He smiles, knowing that someday she won’t need an excuse to come back.
-5-
Moths to Flames, by blackestfaery
Draco realized one morning that Hermione favoured her right side for sleeping. Not that it truly mattered; facing him or away, he only had to stretch out a hand to trace the slope of her spine.
She invariably turned to him then, sleep warm and burrowing under his chin, and he would catch his breath because it was just scary how strong his reaction was to her.
It was why he stood at his window now. Thrilled, terrified.
He heard the rustle of her legs in his sheets. Missed her heat against him.
"Come back to bed, Draco."
-6-
painting once famous, now obsession, by pokeystar
-7-
Paper Girl, by riptey
"Who's that?"
It was Hermione in front of a Christmas tree, and she would have had the most perfect smile that was ever on a human face except that Draco hated her. "Nobody," he said as he creased the photo down the middle. Two folds on each corner, then two more.
"Hey, don’t do that. She's a looker."
"If you're into that sort of thing.” Half again and fold the wings out.
"Set her up with me if you don't want her."
“You couldn’t handle her.”
Flare the tail, bend the nose, wing tips up, and he let her go.
-8-
The Cloak, by starduchess
Running his fingers through the luxurious fur, loving the feel of velvet on skin, Draco reveled in the intoxicating sensations, inhaling the crisp sandalwood scent leftover from the maker's workshop.
The supple brown urged him to caress it, drape it over himself. He moved, and the fabric dragged against his body, which heated at the touch.
"Absolutely not, Draco. Put it back," came her stern voice.
"I need a cloak like this, Hermione! It's dashing!"
She yanked the garment out of his hands and stuck it back on the rack. "People know you're vain. With that, you'd be randy, too."
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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 (5a):
5a - Most Creative Drabble:
1. (TOP CHOICE)
2.
3.
Return to Main Page
Nominees:
-1-
A Compelling Prophecy, by gryff_slytherin
Draco smiled when he heard the prophecy being made. He was glad that the Dark Lord wouldn’t succeed this time around. But he was secretly relieved that the key to the Dark Lord’s defeat was Hermione and not Potter.
He had to convince her of this.
He snorted to himself. Like that was going to be easy given how she walked out on Trelawney during third year.
As he was looking for her, he scowled. She was pretty elusive when she didn’t want to be found.
But she will be found. After all a prophecy can’t be wrong, can it?
-2-
An Offer Given, by bunney
He was sick of the scorn, and the fear in their eyes.
Draco turned away from the counter, leaving behind the herbs he'd carefully selected for purchase. The shopkeeper snorted - good riddance to bad rubbish - and swept the herbs into the bin.
He opened the door and stepped onto the stoop, but not before he heard another customer offer to take her business elsewhere if that's how you treat paying customers.
Curious, Draco turned and came face to face with Hermione Granger. She smiled, tucking her arm through his.
"I know another herbalist who has just what you're looking for."
-3-
Coming Back to Hermione, by ilkee
I’m coming back
from the far edges of the world
to tell you that it wasn’t far enough.
I’m coming back to tell you
that I am weary of pushing you
into the dark spaces in my mind.
I’m coming back
so I don’t have to wonder
where,
and when,
and around what corner I will suddenly face you again.
If you’re going to be here,
if your voice is the constant in my head,
then I’m coming back to watch the words being born
and shaped in your mouth,
and to see your tongue pushing them from your lips.
-4-
Her Little Excuses, by atalanta84
Her lips taste like pinot noir, and her gold hoop earrings sway hypnotically as she tilts her head back, baring her neck for his kisses…
Draco awakens to find Hermione frantically retrieving her clothes from his bedroom floor.
“Last night was a mistake,” she stammers. “It was just the wine.”
As if he hasn’t heard that line before.
After she leaves, he finds an earring lying on his pillow. It’s always something different: a “lost” necklace, a “forgotten” cloak, a “missing” shoe she has to return for.
He smiles, knowing that someday she won’t need an excuse to come back.
-5-
Moths to Flames, by blackestfaery
Draco realized one morning that Hermione favoured her right side for sleeping. Not that it truly mattered; facing him or away, he only had to stretch out a hand to trace the slope of her spine.
She invariably turned to him then, sleep warm and burrowing under his chin, and he would catch his breath because it was just scary how strong his reaction was to her.
It was why he stood at his window now. Thrilled, terrified.
He heard the rustle of her legs in his sheets. Missed her heat against him.
"Come back to bed, Draco."
-6-
painting once famous, now obsession, by pokeystar
-7-
Paper Girl, by riptey
"Who's that?"
It was Hermione in front of a Christmas tree, and she would have had the most perfect smile that was ever on a human face except that Draco hated her. "Nobody," he said as he creased the photo down the middle. Two folds on each corner, then two more.
"Hey, don’t do that. She's a looker."
"If you're into that sort of thing.” Half again and fold the wings out.
"Set her up with me if you don't want her."
“You couldn’t handle her.”
Flare the tail, bend the nose, wing tips up, and he let her go.
-8-
The Cloak, by starduchess
Running his fingers through the luxurious fur, loving the feel of velvet on skin, Draco reveled in the intoxicating sensations, inhaling the crisp sandalwood scent leftover from the maker's workshop.
The supple brown urged him to caress it, drape it over himself. He moved, and the fabric dragged against his body, which heated at the touch.
"Absolutely not, Draco. Put it back," came her stern voice.
"I need a cloak like this, Hermione! It's dashing!"
She yanked the garment out of his hands and stuck it back on the rack. "People know you're vain. With that, you'd be randy, too."
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