Holiday Requests, Batch #1
For no particular reason or order, these are the ones I've finished so far:
For swimchick1614
Prompt: Pansy/Blaise/Ron
Other Pairings: H/Hr, hints of R/H and D/P
Word Count: 237
Rating: R
Ron.
Ron is the most open. They know when he’s angry, when he’s embarrassed, when he’s happy, sad, frustrated, or about to come all over their faces.
They know what it did to him when he came home and he found his sister’s body spread out on the floor.
“Course, didn’t much help when I walked in on Harry and Hermione shagging each other’s lights out two bloody hours later,” he says, his upper lip curling into a sneer.
But his face turns red and the anger doesn’t do enough to expel the hurt.
“Hey, Weasley,” Blaise says, calmly examining his nails. “Brought you to us, didn’t it?”
Pansy.
Nothing Pansy says is real.
But they know her better than that. They know which temper-tantrums are the right ones and which are for show.
They know she can seal her lips around a bottle of vodka and down it longer than both of them put together.
Ron is her favourite for a quick fuck, but Blaise is better for a long drawn-out mind-melting shag.
But she likes them best together.
Blaise.
Blaise is impossible to know.
He hides his feelings behind a mask, deftly using his emotions to control them. His word is final. They belong to him.
He leads. They follow. Ron-because Blaise reminds him of Harry. Pansy-because Blaise reminds her of Draco.
They cling to Blaise because it’s the only thing they still understand.
***
For heron_advocate
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Prompt: Luna brings Harry some flowers
Word Count: 241
Rating: G
When Luna bounces up to him, her face bursting into a wide grin, Harry can’t help but smile back.
“What’s up?”
Her eyes pop excitedly and she proudly whips her arm out from behind her back, presenting him with a small, wilted daisy.
“Er… thank you?” he says.
Luna beams. “I brought you a flower.”
“I… uh, I see that, Luna.”
“It’s from Manger’s Field… or perhaps it was Merger’s Field… oh, well, I don’t suppose it matters. It is a rather nice daisy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Harry lies, accepting it. “Did I… do… something to deserve this?”
Luna gives him an aggrieved look. “You defeated Voldemort, of course!”
Harry stares. “That’s right, I did… ten years ago!”
Luna nods. “Yes, you did. My, but it would be strange to forget something such as that.” Contented, Luna gives her daisy an affectionate look before placing it into his open palm. “There, I rather think it likes you.”
Without further explanation, Luna stands on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. His hand closes over the flower and he can feel the wetness of the petals against his skin. Still smiling, Luna bounces away.
Dumbfounded, Harry stays where he is, marveling that she can still stun him into silence-even after so many years together. Slowly, he unclenches his fist. The small wilted daisy is still nestled in his palm. The dewy petals glint in the early morning light.
You defeated Voldemort, of course.
***
For inell
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Prompt: First kiss, mistletoe, fluff.
Word Count: 422
Rating: PG
Hermione blamed it on the mistletoe.
It led people to do strange things. Take Harry and Ginny, for instance. It was obvious to all of them that she kept hoping to run into him under the mistletoe whilst he was busy running all over the Burrow trying to avoid her. Or worse yet-she and Ron, when they arrived at the same moment and were forced into a painfully awkward we-haven’t-done-this-in-months kiss that reminded her of waking up to Crookshanks’s nose pressed against her face.
So, really, it all came back to the mistletoe. That was the reason why she had too many glasses of wine and giggled like a banshee when Luna made a comment about “dangling nargles” and who-the-bloody-knows-what. It was also why she and Ron very carefully avoided looking at each other all evening long. And why Harry spent the majority of the time locked in the bathroom, complaining about his scar (never-mind the fact that Voldemort had been defeated ages ago), and reassuring Molly that, yes, he was alright, perfect, in fact, it was nothing, he just didn’t want to come out.
It was inevitable that they’d slip up.
Harry finally emerged out of the loo at the same time she left the dining hall. It was only natural that they’d get caught under the mistletoe. Together. How very unlikely. Only she didn’t really believe that, because a part of her had carefully been planning this very scenario all night long.
“Well…” she said and her cheeks warmed, a fact she attributed to the wine.
“Well… er…”
“Yes, well…”
He shrugged, giving her a best-get-this-done-with look. Her heart gave a frantic little burst as he leaned down towards her and her hands settled comfortably on his shoulders as he touched his lips to hers.
Really-he’s quite good at this, she thought, her mind a dull haze. He started nice and gentle and then deepened the kiss, one hand trailing into her hair. Her mouth widened and his tongue moved against hers, but not too demanding, not yet. He took a step closer to her and pressed harder, but it still didn’t feel like he was mashing her teeth, which boys had an all-too-oft habit of doing.
He pulled away, gave her a quick smirk and then sauntered-yes, sauntered-back into the living room. She gaped after him, her knees feeling rather unsteady, and wondered if it really was all in the mistletoe.
Because Harry Potter had just given her the best snog of her life.
****
For nousia
Pairing: Harry/Hermione, Harry/Luna
Prompt: Harry explains to Hermione why he’s chosen to be with Luna instead of Hermione.
Warning: Angst
Word Count: 502
Rating: G
A/N: There’s a chance I might have cheated here ever-so-slightly because N’s prompt traumatized me a bit.
“Hermione.”
His voice was a gruff whisper, barely breaking through the mist. She used to tell him that she only liked her name when he said it-otherwise, it was simply too dreadfully long.
“Hey,” he said, kneeling down. He traced one finger in the dirt at his feet, spelling out her name. H-E-R-M-I-O-N-E.
When he finished, he looked back up again. “I, er… thought you should know. I s’pect you’ll think I’m mad for this, but I asked Luna to marry me.” He gave a small smile. “Yeah, Loonie Lovegood. You never did much approve of her, did you? It’s too bad. I reckon the two of you could have been great friends.”
He traipsed off into silence. The encroaching light of dawn thinned the mist and he cleared his throat.
“It’s not like what we have…” he trailed off and sighed. “It’s not like what we had, I mean. There’s a tranquility to us, Luna and I, that we never found. I know-everyone always thinks you and Ron were the rocky pair, and that was true, I suppose. But things always felt like the end of the world when it came to you and me. It was like… this overwhelming intensity… I’ve never felt anything like that again, Hermione. Our first time together and I thought-I thought, yeah, that’s it, that’s the end for me. Funny how we spent so much time at Hogwarts being complete idiots, isn’t it?”
He glanced down at her name in the dirt and erased it. “I think I knew. ‘Course, I always thought it would be me in the end. I needed you too badly for it to be you.” His voice quieted and he waited a moment before continuing on. “Everyone felt bad for Ron, can you imagine? Poor bloke, losing the love of his life… how awful it must be for him.” Harry gave a bitter smile. “I mean, it was partly our fault, wasn’t it? No one ever knew about us. Sometimes I wonder if it’s a fantasy I made up after you died-you know, to cope.”
He took a deep breath. “But Luna knew. She looked at me and knew. I don’t know how or what she saw, but she has that ability, you know? To see straight through people like they’re not there. Everyone was too busy throwing themselves at Ron to notice me… except Luna. I love her, Hermione. I wasn’t certain it’d be possible for me again. But she keeps me grounded. She has this way of looking at life-like… like… she can’t possibly regret any of it.”
He swallowed and looked around him. The mist was gone, replaced with bright, early morning sunlight. He could clearly see the gravestones dotting the landscape. He stood.
His eyes watered and he hurriedly pressed his fists against them, wincing at the mixture of sand and sweat. “It’s not like what we had,” he whispered. “But it’s the only thing I’ve got left to hold onto.”
***
For simply_strange
Pairing: Cedric/Cho
Prompt: Cho remembers their last moments together.
Word Count: 186
Rating: G
Their first kiss happened after the Yule Ball. He walked her back to the Ravenclaw common room, one arm draped around her shoulder, and the other playing with the fingers of her right hand. The goodnight kiss was hesitant, but sweet, and she’s never forgotten that first light brush of his lips on hers.
Their last kiss happened in a broom closet, two hours before the Third Task. They were laughing, the danger of being caught by Filch making it more exhilarating. Afterwards, they’d straightened each other’s clothes, still giggling over their snog. She kissed his cheek for luck and hurried down to the stands.
“I’ll see you later,” she said.
It was the worst lie of her life.
Ten years later and she still regrets it.
It’s why she still gets stinking drunk on his death. It’s why she can’t let go of the persistent questions, the what-could-have-been’s.
“I’ll see you later.”
She’s grown to hate that sentence-those four words. How often people let it slip from their tongue as if they don’t understand a simple goodbye.
Just goodbye.
She wishes she’d said goodbye.
***
For darklymoonlit
Pairing: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 290
Rating: G
Ron’s never told him about the worst day of his life.
Mum, I’m not going back to Hogwarts this year. Yeah… it’s Harry. I’m sorry, I can’t tell you what it is, but I… I have to, Mum.
Molly Weasley screamed and when screaming didn’t work, she cried, and when the crying didn’t work, she turned to threats. When she saw he was determined, she let him go, certain she was losing another son.
And he went. Because Harry needed him.
“The whole lot of you probably would have been better off if you’d never met me,” Harry once commented bitterly.
Ron merely shrugged, unwilling to point out that, yeah, it was probably true, but he was there, wasn’t he? And he was never-never going to tell Harry what it cost him to walk out that door and leave his family behind.
Harry did need him and he decided that was enough. When things turned darker and Harry stopped smiling, they still had each other. When they went from three to two, they still had each other.
“Won-Won,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. And when their time at Hogwarts turned into hazy dream, they still had each other. “Honestly, Ron, I still have nightmares about that.”
“You still have nightmares about that?” he demanded, loping a piece of parchment at Harry’s head. “I watched you snog my sister!” They grinned at each other, lost in thoughts of a time they were fighting to get back.
And at some point, it became more than need.
That was why Ron kept it inside, the worst day of his life. As hard as it had been to turn his back on his Mum, turning his back on Harry would have been worse.
For swimchick1614
Prompt: Pansy/Blaise/Ron
Other Pairings: H/Hr, hints of R/H and D/P
Word Count: 237
Rating: R
Ron.
Ron is the most open. They know when he’s angry, when he’s embarrassed, when he’s happy, sad, frustrated, or about to come all over their faces.
They know what it did to him when he came home and he found his sister’s body spread out on the floor.
“Course, didn’t much help when I walked in on Harry and Hermione shagging each other’s lights out two bloody hours later,” he says, his upper lip curling into a sneer.
But his face turns red and the anger doesn’t do enough to expel the hurt.
“Hey, Weasley,” Blaise says, calmly examining his nails. “Brought you to us, didn’t it?”
Pansy.
Nothing Pansy says is real.
But they know her better than that. They know which temper-tantrums are the right ones and which are for show.
They know she can seal her lips around a bottle of vodka and down it longer than both of them put together.
Ron is her favourite for a quick fuck, but Blaise is better for a long drawn-out mind-melting shag.
But she likes them best together.
Blaise.
Blaise is impossible to know.
He hides his feelings behind a mask, deftly using his emotions to control them. His word is final. They belong to him.
He leads. They follow. Ron-because Blaise reminds him of Harry. Pansy-because Blaise reminds her of Draco.
They cling to Blaise because it’s the only thing they still understand.
***
For heron_advocate
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Prompt: Luna brings Harry some flowers
Word Count: 241
Rating: G
When Luna bounces up to him, her face bursting into a wide grin, Harry can’t help but smile back.
“What’s up?”
Her eyes pop excitedly and she proudly whips her arm out from behind her back, presenting him with a small, wilted daisy.
“Er… thank you?” he says.
Luna beams. “I brought you a flower.”
“I… uh, I see that, Luna.”
“It’s from Manger’s Field… or perhaps it was Merger’s Field… oh, well, I don’t suppose it matters. It is a rather nice daisy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Harry lies, accepting it. “Did I… do… something to deserve this?”
Luna gives him an aggrieved look. “You defeated Voldemort, of course!”
Harry stares. “That’s right, I did… ten years ago!”
Luna nods. “Yes, you did. My, but it would be strange to forget something such as that.” Contented, Luna gives her daisy an affectionate look before placing it into his open palm. “There, I rather think it likes you.”
Without further explanation, Luna stands on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. His hand closes over the flower and he can feel the wetness of the petals against his skin. Still smiling, Luna bounces away.
Dumbfounded, Harry stays where he is, marveling that she can still stun him into silence-even after so many years together. Slowly, he unclenches his fist. The small wilted daisy is still nestled in his palm. The dewy petals glint in the early morning light.
You defeated Voldemort, of course.
***
For inell
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Prompt: First kiss, mistletoe, fluff.
Word Count: 422
Rating: PG
Hermione blamed it on the mistletoe.
It led people to do strange things. Take Harry and Ginny, for instance. It was obvious to all of them that she kept hoping to run into him under the mistletoe whilst he was busy running all over the Burrow trying to avoid her. Or worse yet-she and Ron, when they arrived at the same moment and were forced into a painfully awkward we-haven’t-done-this-in-months kiss that reminded her of waking up to Crookshanks’s nose pressed against her face.
So, really, it all came back to the mistletoe. That was the reason why she had too many glasses of wine and giggled like a banshee when Luna made a comment about “dangling nargles” and who-the-bloody-knows-what. It was also why she and Ron very carefully avoided looking at each other all evening long. And why Harry spent the majority of the time locked in the bathroom, complaining about his scar (never-mind the fact that Voldemort had been defeated ages ago), and reassuring Molly that, yes, he was alright, perfect, in fact, it was nothing, he just didn’t want to come out.
It was inevitable that they’d slip up.
Harry finally emerged out of the loo at the same time she left the dining hall. It was only natural that they’d get caught under the mistletoe. Together. How very unlikely. Only she didn’t really believe that, because a part of her had carefully been planning this very scenario all night long.
“Well…” she said and her cheeks warmed, a fact she attributed to the wine.
“Well… er…”
“Yes, well…”
He shrugged, giving her a best-get-this-done-with look. Her heart gave a frantic little burst as he leaned down towards her and her hands settled comfortably on his shoulders as he touched his lips to hers.
Really-he’s quite good at this, she thought, her mind a dull haze. He started nice and gentle and then deepened the kiss, one hand trailing into her hair. Her mouth widened and his tongue moved against hers, but not too demanding, not yet. He took a step closer to her and pressed harder, but it still didn’t feel like he was mashing her teeth, which boys had an all-too-oft habit of doing.
He pulled away, gave her a quick smirk and then sauntered-yes, sauntered-back into the living room. She gaped after him, her knees feeling rather unsteady, and wondered if it really was all in the mistletoe.
Because Harry Potter had just given her the best snog of her life.
****
For nousia
Pairing: Harry/Hermione, Harry/Luna
Prompt: Harry explains to Hermione why he’s chosen to be with Luna instead of Hermione.
Warning: Angst
Word Count: 502
Rating: G
A/N: There’s a chance I might have cheated here ever-so-slightly because N’s prompt traumatized me a bit.
“Hermione.”
His voice was a gruff whisper, barely breaking through the mist. She used to tell him that she only liked her name when he said it-otherwise, it was simply too dreadfully long.
“Hey,” he said, kneeling down. He traced one finger in the dirt at his feet, spelling out her name. H-E-R-M-I-O-N-E.
When he finished, he looked back up again. “I, er… thought you should know. I s’pect you’ll think I’m mad for this, but I asked Luna to marry me.” He gave a small smile. “Yeah, Loonie Lovegood. You never did much approve of her, did you? It’s too bad. I reckon the two of you could have been great friends.”
He traipsed off into silence. The encroaching light of dawn thinned the mist and he cleared his throat.
“It’s not like what we have…” he trailed off and sighed. “It’s not like what we had, I mean. There’s a tranquility to us, Luna and I, that we never found. I know-everyone always thinks you and Ron were the rocky pair, and that was true, I suppose. But things always felt like the end of the world when it came to you and me. It was like… this overwhelming intensity… I’ve never felt anything like that again, Hermione. Our first time together and I thought-I thought, yeah, that’s it, that’s the end for me. Funny how we spent so much time at Hogwarts being complete idiots, isn’t it?”
He glanced down at her name in the dirt and erased it. “I think I knew. ‘Course, I always thought it would be me in the end. I needed you too badly for it to be you.” His voice quieted and he waited a moment before continuing on. “Everyone felt bad for Ron, can you imagine? Poor bloke, losing the love of his life… how awful it must be for him.” Harry gave a bitter smile. “I mean, it was partly our fault, wasn’t it? No one ever knew about us. Sometimes I wonder if it’s a fantasy I made up after you died-you know, to cope.”
He took a deep breath. “But Luna knew. She looked at me and knew. I don’t know how or what she saw, but she has that ability, you know? To see straight through people like they’re not there. Everyone was too busy throwing themselves at Ron to notice me… except Luna. I love her, Hermione. I wasn’t certain it’d be possible for me again. But she keeps me grounded. She has this way of looking at life-like… like… she can’t possibly regret any of it.”
He swallowed and looked around him. The mist was gone, replaced with bright, early morning sunlight. He could clearly see the gravestones dotting the landscape. He stood.
His eyes watered and he hurriedly pressed his fists against them, wincing at the mixture of sand and sweat. “It’s not like what we had,” he whispered. “But it’s the only thing I’ve got left to hold onto.”
***
For simply_strange
Pairing: Cedric/Cho
Prompt: Cho remembers their last moments together.
Word Count: 186
Rating: G
Their first kiss happened after the Yule Ball. He walked her back to the Ravenclaw common room, one arm draped around her shoulder, and the other playing with the fingers of her right hand. The goodnight kiss was hesitant, but sweet, and she’s never forgotten that first light brush of his lips on hers.
Their last kiss happened in a broom closet, two hours before the Third Task. They were laughing, the danger of being caught by Filch making it more exhilarating. Afterwards, they’d straightened each other’s clothes, still giggling over their snog. She kissed his cheek for luck and hurried down to the stands.
“I’ll see you later,” she said.
It was the worst lie of her life.
Ten years later and she still regrets it.
It’s why she still gets stinking drunk on his death. It’s why she can’t let go of the persistent questions, the what-could-have-been’s.
“I’ll see you later.”
She’s grown to hate that sentence-those four words. How often people let it slip from their tongue as if they don’t understand a simple goodbye.
Just goodbye.
She wishes she’d said goodbye.
***
For darklymoonlit
Pairing: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 290
Rating: G
Ron’s never told him about the worst day of his life.
Mum, I’m not going back to Hogwarts this year. Yeah… it’s Harry. I’m sorry, I can’t tell you what it is, but I… I have to, Mum.
Molly Weasley screamed and when screaming didn’t work, she cried, and when the crying didn’t work, she turned to threats. When she saw he was determined, she let him go, certain she was losing another son.
And he went. Because Harry needed him.
“The whole lot of you probably would have been better off if you’d never met me,” Harry once commented bitterly.
Ron merely shrugged, unwilling to point out that, yeah, it was probably true, but he was there, wasn’t he? And he was never-never going to tell Harry what it cost him to walk out that door and leave his family behind.
Harry did need him and he decided that was enough. When things turned darker and Harry stopped smiling, they still had each other. When they went from three to two, they still had each other.
“Won-Won,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. And when their time at Hogwarts turned into hazy dream, they still had each other. “Honestly, Ron, I still have nightmares about that.”
“You still have nightmares about that?” he demanded, loping a piece of parchment at Harry’s head. “I watched you snog my sister!” They grinned at each other, lost in thoughts of a time they were fighting to get back.
And at some point, it became more than need.
That was why Ron kept it inside, the worst day of his life. As hard as it had been to turn his back on his Mum, turning his back on Harry would have been worse.