Holiday Drabbles Batch 2
For kundalakesi
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 466
Rating: G
Prompt: These lyrics:
I can fly, but I want his wings
I can shine, even in the darkness
but I crave the light that he brings
A/N: I don’t really know what this drabble has to do with the lyrics, but it was the only idea that popped into my head.
The room was covered in a thick layer of dust and feathers. There was a jagged chip in the window, letting in the biting cold from outside. A grimy mirror stood in the corner, its surface coated with dirt.
“What are you doing in here?”
Harry spun around, catching his blurred reflection in the mirror as he did so.
“Hermione… I…” he swallowed. “What’s going on?”
She moved into the room and the door clicked shut behind her, extinguishing the light from the hall. “Goodness, it’s freezing in here.”
“Yeah, window’s broken.”
Hermione moved past him, examining the room in much the same way he had. She frowned as she peered at a cobweb bunched in a corner. “Do you think Buckbeak liked it here?”
“No idea.”
She rubbed at her arms. “What’s wrong?”
He hesitated before answering. “Nothing.”
“Harry-”
“Honest,” he cut in, moving to stand next to her. “I’m tired of going over all the hundreds of things in my life that are buggered up. I mean, it’s about time I started appreciating the stuff in my life that’s actually… good, you know?”
He met her eyes and her cheeks coloured. “Well, that’s… that’s really very mature of you, Harry,” she said. “But… it’s a bit… strange that you would come here, don’t you think? It’s rather… well, it’s not a very… sanitary place, is it?”
He raised his eyebrows and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Hermione?”
She seemed to grow more flustered and took a step back. “Yes?” she said in a high-pitched voice. “What is it?”
He gave a small grin. “Perhaps I shut myself up in here because I knew you would follow me.”
Her eyes widened and she took another step backwards. “Oh…”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve never really known how to stop myself from being a reckless prat, have I?”
She began fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. “Harry, if this is about Voldemort-”
“No, it’s not,” he said. “I’m tired of pretending that this-this thing we have-doesn’t exist. I’ve got enough things in my life I have to fight.”
He watched her teeth nibble her lip and her hands twist the hem of her shirt. “I don’t know what to say,” she finally whispered.
“It’s alright,” he said, bending down to pick up a feather from the floor. “It’d be silly for me to expect….” He shrugged. “I just thought you ought to know.”
He handed her the feather as he walked past, the tips of his fingers brushing against her wrist. “Think things over, alright? This room’s a good place for it.”
She nodded and her fingers closed around her feather. He smiled and broke their eye contact, the door to Buckbeak’s room sliding shut behind him.
***
For victoria_tonks
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 608
Rating: G
I will not tell lies.
Harry gave a deep sigh as the casket was lowered into the ground. Solemnly, the men took off their caps and held them against their hearts. He shifted uncomfortably, the skin on the back of his right hand giving a painful prickle.
“He’s Harry Potter, you know… blimey, didn’t fancy him showing up… thought he’d gotten into a strop with the Ministry, I did…”
“You don’t think it has something to do with You-Know-Who, do you?”
“Surely not. What good could possibly come of attacking at a time like this?”
“You never know, Boris… but I daresay, seeing that boy here… can’t mean good things…”
The whispers had been ongoing since he’d shown up. Finally, he gave a small wave and Apparated out. He hadn’t much wanted to come, anyway.
Hermione was sipping tea when he appeared in the kitchen of number twelve Grimmauld Place. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
“Now, hang on-”
“I made you some tea,” she said with false sweetness. “Sit.”
He sat.
“How was it?”
“It was… er… I dunno.”
“Ron thinks you’ve gone off your rocker, you know, going to her funeral,” she said demurely, taking another sip of tea. “You do remember her, don’t you? That vile evil woman-”
“I know, Hermione,” he said. “I get it, okay?”
Hermione plunged on ahead. “I worry about you, Harry. It’s not your fault Professor Umbridge is dead. And I daresay, she did have it coming.”
“Hermione!”
“Well, honestly,” Hermione said, flushing. “I’m not suggesting that murder is justified, not by any means, but she died a natural death, Harry. What could Voldemort possibly want with her?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I know… I s’pose I just… I needed to see if I could let go.”
“Of what?” Hermione asked gently.
“Back in fifth-year, I don’t think there was anyone I hated more. But today I felt nothing-no hate, no anger… nothing.” He looked up at her. “It’s one more thing, Hermione.”
Her eyes softened with understanding. “That you don’t have in common with Voldemort,” she whispered. “Oh, Harry.”
It always made him faintly embarrassed when she said his name like that. He heard her chair scraping backwards and the next moment she was in front of him, her hand tilting his face up so he could meet her eyes.
“I rather think you’re a better person than me, then,” she said, smiling a little.
“Oh, I’ve got a ways to go,” he said, grinning. “I’ve still got loads of rage built up against Snape, don’t get me wrong. And I still have nightmares about the time I walked in on you and Ron, when he had his hand up-”
She pressed her hand up against his mouth, her cheeks reddening. “Oh, my,” she whispered. “I didn’t know you still remembered that.”
He jerked a shoulder and mumbled something incoherent against her hand. She removed it, frowning.
“In any event,” Harry said cheerfully. “You and Ron didn’t last long. Thankfully. And what’s his is now mine. All is right in the world. Can I go now?”
She gave him a I-rather-think-that-was-a-mite-bit-disrespectful-Harry look. He bent down and kissed her forehead, squeezing her arm as he did so.
“I’ll see you later?” he whispered.
She nodded. “Take your tea up with you, it’s cold.”
Instead of protesting, he grabbed his mug and bent down to give her a firm kiss. His coordination was off and tea slopped over onto his shoes, but it didn’t matter. He held her gaze as he backed out of the room, thinking about her, and later and all that it meant.
***
For connaka
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Prompt: Angst, affair fic, snogs, potential happy ending.
Word Count: 266
Rating: R
When she closed her eyes, she could feel Harry’s lips on hers. His hands slipped under her shirt, his fingers sliding up her back until they reached her bra clasp. His mouth was hot and sticky and she was panting, her heart pounding. Just from his kisses.
“Come away with me.”
“What? You can’t be serious!”
“I am serious. I’ve never been more serious. If we-if we leave it all behind… it’ll work out, I know it will.”
“Don’t be stupid. We can’t simply leave.”
“Why not?”
“Why not? We have jobs… and… flats to look after… and-”
“And so what? That’s not the important stuff, Hermione. We can start again. We can be anyone-don’t you see? It’ll just be… it’ll just be you and me.”
You and me.
Harry’s kisses made her fingers clench and her stomach tighten. His fingers were always gentle as they traced over her skin. He could read her better than anyone-all it took was one look into her eyes and he knew.
He knew when he won.
This is madness.
But when he pushed her up against the wall of their hotel room, his lips sucking on her throat-
She always followed him.
And his fingers squeezed her nipple until she gasped. Her fingers clenched in his hair-
Ever since he saved her from that troll when she was eleven-years-old, she’s followed him everywhere. And she couldn’t stop now.
And she kissed his face, his cheeks, and chin and nose, and that scar on his forehead-
He hadn’t let her down yet.
***
For shippy4life
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Prompt: fluff, humour, warm fuzzies, Peeves.
Word Count: 381
Rating: G
A/N: This drabble is so… stupid. I’m not certain I’m really feeling the warm fuzzies. Sigh.
“I cannot believe you thought this would be an appropriate hiding place!” Hermione shrieked, her noise wrinkling in disgust.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think to bring the Marauder’s Map… getting caught snogging by Peeves wasn’t really on the agenda, you know!”
They were in the Prefect’s bathroom.
They glared at each other for a minute before Hermione lowered the toilet seat and sunk down. “Oh… this is the worst thing that could ever have happened…”
“Awww, come on, Hermione… it’s not that bad…”
He knew at once he’d said the wrong thing. Hermione looked up at him, fingernail marks on her cheeks.
“Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD?” She narrowed her eyes. “That’s easy for you. All people have to do is gawp at your forehead and you get everything you could ever want!”
“Hey!” he yelped.
“This was an important moment for me, Harry!” she said, springing up. “This was an interview with the Magical Law Interpretation Office. Who knows when I’ll have another shot?” She tapped the counter-top angrily. “I can’t believe I let you snog me out in the open like that!”
“Hermione, look….” He approached her cautiously. “You were… well, you were a bit of a mess, okay? I’m just… I’m trying to help. Listen, you’re the brightest, the smartest witch of your age. If you don’t get this job then they’re a bunch of foul gits. Who cares if Peeves caught us snogging? I’m famous, remember?”
“Oh, Harry… I don’t want to depend on your name for-”
“You don’t!” Harry said, voice rising. “Blimey, Hermione, that isn’t what I meant at all. You know you’re the best person for this job, don’t you?”
She gave a reluctant nod.
“Well, then, it doesn’t matter how you get it, only that you do.”
She frowned, appearing somewhat mollified.
“You know…” she said slowly. “Of all the times I imagined us getting locked in the Prefect’s bathroom together, I never thought we’d be arguing.”
Harry swallowed. “You’ve… er… you’ve imagined us in the Prefect’s bathroom before?”
“Mmhmm,” she said. “Loads of times.”
“I… er…”
“Pity I have a job interview, really,” she said. “I suppose we’ll have to try this again sometime, won’t we?”
“Sometime?”
She was smirking as she walked by him.
“Sometime,” she called over her shoulder.
**
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 466
Rating: G
Prompt: These lyrics:
I can fly, but I want his wings
I can shine, even in the darkness
but I crave the light that he brings
A/N: I don’t really know what this drabble has to do with the lyrics, but it was the only idea that popped into my head.
The room was covered in a thick layer of dust and feathers. There was a jagged chip in the window, letting in the biting cold from outside. A grimy mirror stood in the corner, its surface coated with dirt.
“What are you doing in here?”
Harry spun around, catching his blurred reflection in the mirror as he did so.
“Hermione… I…” he swallowed. “What’s going on?”
She moved into the room and the door clicked shut behind her, extinguishing the light from the hall. “Goodness, it’s freezing in here.”
“Yeah, window’s broken.”
Hermione moved past him, examining the room in much the same way he had. She frowned as she peered at a cobweb bunched in a corner. “Do you think Buckbeak liked it here?”
“No idea.”
She rubbed at her arms. “What’s wrong?”
He hesitated before answering. “Nothing.”
“Harry-”
“Honest,” he cut in, moving to stand next to her. “I’m tired of going over all the hundreds of things in my life that are buggered up. I mean, it’s about time I started appreciating the stuff in my life that’s actually… good, you know?”
He met her eyes and her cheeks coloured. “Well, that’s… that’s really very mature of you, Harry,” she said. “But… it’s a bit… strange that you would come here, don’t you think? It’s rather… well, it’s not a very… sanitary place, is it?”
He raised his eyebrows and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Hermione?”
She seemed to grow more flustered and took a step back. “Yes?” she said in a high-pitched voice. “What is it?”
He gave a small grin. “Perhaps I shut myself up in here because I knew you would follow me.”
Her eyes widened and she took another step backwards. “Oh…”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve never really known how to stop myself from being a reckless prat, have I?”
She began fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. “Harry, if this is about Voldemort-”
“No, it’s not,” he said. “I’m tired of pretending that this-this thing we have-doesn’t exist. I’ve got enough things in my life I have to fight.”
He watched her teeth nibble her lip and her hands twist the hem of her shirt. “I don’t know what to say,” she finally whispered.
“It’s alright,” he said, bending down to pick up a feather from the floor. “It’d be silly for me to expect….” He shrugged. “I just thought you ought to know.”
He handed her the feather as he walked past, the tips of his fingers brushing against her wrist. “Think things over, alright? This room’s a good place for it.”
She nodded and her fingers closed around her feather. He smiled and broke their eye contact, the door to Buckbeak’s room sliding shut behind him.
***
For victoria_tonks
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 608
Rating: G
I will not tell lies.
Harry gave a deep sigh as the casket was lowered into the ground. Solemnly, the men took off their caps and held them against their hearts. He shifted uncomfortably, the skin on the back of his right hand giving a painful prickle.
“He’s Harry Potter, you know… blimey, didn’t fancy him showing up… thought he’d gotten into a strop with the Ministry, I did…”
“You don’t think it has something to do with You-Know-Who, do you?”
“Surely not. What good could possibly come of attacking at a time like this?”
“You never know, Boris… but I daresay, seeing that boy here… can’t mean good things…”
The whispers had been ongoing since he’d shown up. Finally, he gave a small wave and Apparated out. He hadn’t much wanted to come, anyway.
Hermione was sipping tea when he appeared in the kitchen of number twelve Grimmauld Place. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
“Now, hang on-”
“I made you some tea,” she said with false sweetness. “Sit.”
He sat.
“How was it?”
“It was… er… I dunno.”
“Ron thinks you’ve gone off your rocker, you know, going to her funeral,” she said demurely, taking another sip of tea. “You do remember her, don’t you? That vile evil woman-”
“I know, Hermione,” he said. “I get it, okay?”
Hermione plunged on ahead. “I worry about you, Harry. It’s not your fault Professor Umbridge is dead. And I daresay, she did have it coming.”
“Hermione!”
“Well, honestly,” Hermione said, flushing. “I’m not suggesting that murder is justified, not by any means, but she died a natural death, Harry. What could Voldemort possibly want with her?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I know… I s’pose I just… I needed to see if I could let go.”
“Of what?” Hermione asked gently.
“Back in fifth-year, I don’t think there was anyone I hated more. But today I felt nothing-no hate, no anger… nothing.” He looked up at her. “It’s one more thing, Hermione.”
Her eyes softened with understanding. “That you don’t have in common with Voldemort,” she whispered. “Oh, Harry.”
It always made him faintly embarrassed when she said his name like that. He heard her chair scraping backwards and the next moment she was in front of him, her hand tilting his face up so he could meet her eyes.
“I rather think you’re a better person than me, then,” she said, smiling a little.
“Oh, I’ve got a ways to go,” he said, grinning. “I’ve still got loads of rage built up against Snape, don’t get me wrong. And I still have nightmares about the time I walked in on you and Ron, when he had his hand up-”
She pressed her hand up against his mouth, her cheeks reddening. “Oh, my,” she whispered. “I didn’t know you still remembered that.”
He jerked a shoulder and mumbled something incoherent against her hand. She removed it, frowning.
“In any event,” Harry said cheerfully. “You and Ron didn’t last long. Thankfully. And what’s his is now mine. All is right in the world. Can I go now?”
She gave him a I-rather-think-that-was-a-mite-bit-disrespectful-Harry look. He bent down and kissed her forehead, squeezing her arm as he did so.
“I’ll see you later?” he whispered.
She nodded. “Take your tea up with you, it’s cold.”
Instead of protesting, he grabbed his mug and bent down to give her a firm kiss. His coordination was off and tea slopped over onto his shoes, but it didn’t matter. He held her gaze as he backed out of the room, thinking about her, and later and all that it meant.
***
For connaka
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Prompt: Angst, affair fic, snogs, potential happy ending.
Word Count: 266
Rating: R
When she closed her eyes, she could feel Harry’s lips on hers. His hands slipped under her shirt, his fingers sliding up her back until they reached her bra clasp. His mouth was hot and sticky and she was panting, her heart pounding. Just from his kisses.
“Come away with me.”
“What? You can’t be serious!”
“I am serious. I’ve never been more serious. If we-if we leave it all behind… it’ll work out, I know it will.”
“Don’t be stupid. We can’t simply leave.”
“Why not?”
“Why not? We have jobs… and… flats to look after… and-”
“And so what? That’s not the important stuff, Hermione. We can start again. We can be anyone-don’t you see? It’ll just be… it’ll just be you and me.”
You and me.
Harry’s kisses made her fingers clench and her stomach tighten. His fingers were always gentle as they traced over her skin. He could read her better than anyone-all it took was one look into her eyes and he knew.
He knew when he won.
This is madness.
But when he pushed her up against the wall of their hotel room, his lips sucking on her throat-
She always followed him.
And his fingers squeezed her nipple until she gasped. Her fingers clenched in his hair-
Ever since he saved her from that troll when she was eleven-years-old, she’s followed him everywhere. And she couldn’t stop now.
And she kissed his face, his cheeks, and chin and nose, and that scar on his forehead-
He hadn’t let her down yet.
***
For shippy4life
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Prompt: fluff, humour, warm fuzzies, Peeves.
Word Count: 381
Rating: G
A/N: This drabble is so… stupid. I’m not certain I’m really feeling the warm fuzzies. Sigh.
“I cannot believe you thought this would be an appropriate hiding place!” Hermione shrieked, her noise wrinkling in disgust.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think to bring the Marauder’s Map… getting caught snogging by Peeves wasn’t really on the agenda, you know!”
They were in the Prefect’s bathroom.
They glared at each other for a minute before Hermione lowered the toilet seat and sunk down. “Oh… this is the worst thing that could ever have happened…”
“Awww, come on, Hermione… it’s not that bad…”
He knew at once he’d said the wrong thing. Hermione looked up at him, fingernail marks on her cheeks.
“Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD?” She narrowed her eyes. “That’s easy for you. All people have to do is gawp at your forehead and you get everything you could ever want!”
“Hey!” he yelped.
“This was an important moment for me, Harry!” she said, springing up. “This was an interview with the Magical Law Interpretation Office. Who knows when I’ll have another shot?” She tapped the counter-top angrily. “I can’t believe I let you snog me out in the open like that!”
“Hermione, look….” He approached her cautiously. “You were… well, you were a bit of a mess, okay? I’m just… I’m trying to help. Listen, you’re the brightest, the smartest witch of your age. If you don’t get this job then they’re a bunch of foul gits. Who cares if Peeves caught us snogging? I’m famous, remember?”
“Oh, Harry… I don’t want to depend on your name for-”
“You don’t!” Harry said, voice rising. “Blimey, Hermione, that isn’t what I meant at all. You know you’re the best person for this job, don’t you?”
She gave a reluctant nod.
“Well, then, it doesn’t matter how you get it, only that you do.”
She frowned, appearing somewhat mollified.
“You know…” she said slowly. “Of all the times I imagined us getting locked in the Prefect’s bathroom together, I never thought we’d be arguing.”
Harry swallowed. “You’ve… er… you’ve imagined us in the Prefect’s bathroom before?”
“Mmhmm,” she said. “Loads of times.”
“I… er…”
“Pity I have a job interview, really,” she said. “I suppose we’ll have to try this again sometime, won’t we?”
“Sometime?”
She was smirking as she walked by him.
“Sometime,” she called over her shoulder.
**