Nine down, three more to go...
Okay, three more drabbles done, and only three more left to write. *yawns* Whose idea was this, anyway? *looks around with a glare*
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. These drabbles were written for fun, not for profit.
Title: The New Relaxing
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Warning(s): A bit of naughty suggestion
For: alisanne, who gave me the prompt of vacation.
Harry sighed lazily, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the fresh breeze off the ocean.
"Harry," whined Draco. "Can't we do something besides lie here?"
His reverie shattered by his bored boyfriend, Harry scowled. "It's called relaxing" he groused. "It's what you're supposed to do on vacation."
"Didn't you hear the news?" Draco grinned. "Sex is the new relaxing."
Intrigued, Harry sat up suddenly. "Is that so?" he leered.
"Yes," nodded Draco, standing up. "And the last one back to our suite has to bottom," he added, taking off at a run.
Title: Jealousy
Pairing: H/D, H/OC
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Warning(s): None
For: dracofiend, who requested either jealous!Harry or jealous!Draco, and it could be fluffy or angry.
Draco had a rival for Harry's affections, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
He glared daggers at the two of them, eaten up with jealousy at the easy familiarity with which Harry touched the other. His ire increased as he overheard Harry using such words as 'beautiful' and 'brave' and 'darling'. Theirs was a relationship based on complete trust, and Draco longed to share that with Harry.
Tiring of waiting in the wings, Draco finally spoke up. "Potter," he seethed, "stop sweet talking that damned owl, and come to bed!"
Title: Perspective
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Warning(s): Angst
For: haltlos, who asked for angst or flangst. You got angst.
Harry's eyes flickered open, and he struggled to orient himself. The last thing he remembered was...the War!
He was in the infirmary, and Draco was seated by one of the beds. Thank Merlin he was safe! Harry had been so worried.
"Draco!" he called, frowning when he got no response. "Draco?" he tried again, reaching for his lover, only to find he couldn't touch him. "No," cried Harry. "He can't be dead!"
A hand fell on his shoulder in comfort, and he heard Dumbledore's voice behind him. "It's not Draco who is dead, Harry."
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. These drabbles were written for fun, not for profit.
Title: The New Relaxing
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Warning(s): A bit of naughty suggestion
For: alisanne, who gave me the prompt of vacation.
Harry sighed lazily, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the fresh breeze off the ocean.
"Harry," whined Draco. "Can't we do something besides lie here?"
His reverie shattered by his bored boyfriend, Harry scowled. "It's called relaxing" he groused. "It's what you're supposed to do on vacation."
"Didn't you hear the news?" Draco grinned. "Sex is the new relaxing."
Intrigued, Harry sat up suddenly. "Is that so?" he leered.
"Yes," nodded Draco, standing up. "And the last one back to our suite has to bottom," he added, taking off at a run.
Title: Jealousy
Pairing: H/D, H/OC
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Warning(s): None
For: dracofiend, who requested either jealous!Harry or jealous!Draco, and it could be fluffy or angry.
Draco had a rival for Harry's affections, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
He glared daggers at the two of them, eaten up with jealousy at the easy familiarity with which Harry touched the other. His ire increased as he overheard Harry using such words as 'beautiful' and 'brave' and 'darling'. Theirs was a relationship based on complete trust, and Draco longed to share that with Harry.
Tiring of waiting in the wings, Draco finally spoke up. "Potter," he seethed, "stop sweet talking that damned owl, and come to bed!"
Title: Perspective
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Warning(s): Angst
For: haltlos, who asked for angst or flangst. You got angst.
Harry's eyes flickered open, and he struggled to orient himself. The last thing he remembered was...the War!
He was in the infirmary, and Draco was seated by one of the beds. Thank Merlin he was safe! Harry had been so worried.
"Draco!" he called, frowning when he got no response. "Draco?" he tried again, reaching for his lover, only to find he couldn't touch him. "No," cried Harry. "He can't be dead!"
A hand fell on his shoulder in comfort, and he heard Dumbledore's voice behind him. "It's not Draco who is dead, Harry."