Drabbles: Fred II & Lucy, Draco/Asteria, Ginny/Harry
Just a few multi-ship drabbles written over the past couple weeks. And, yes, I am still drabbling when I should be working on many other things.
Title: In the Healing Dark
Characters: Fred II, Lucy (genfic)
Word Count and Rating: 250, G
Summary: Who says Fred needs to be a prankster? Certainly not Lucy.
Notes: Written for the challenge "Stars" at nextgen_drabble and 014: Heaven on my 100quills Nextgen table. My first time writing either Fred II or Lucy.
"Fred?" Lucy leaned out the window and called her cousin's name into the night.
"Yeah."
She crawled past the faded orange curtains. All the cousins knew the best way onto the Burrow's roof was through Uncle Ron's old bedroom. Until their grandmother caught them, they would continue to use the roof as their secret meeting spot.
The shingles were gritty under Lucy's feet as she climbed carefully toward Fred's perch between two chimneys. He shifted to make room, and they gazed at the stars together.
Lucy broke the silence first. "I thought it was a funny prank."
"Well, you're the only one who did." Fred slouched until he lay against the steeply pitched roof.
"Maybe it's hard to laugh when you're turning blue."
"Or maybe I'm not funny like my dad is. Or like Uncle Fred was." In the starlight, Lucy could see him scowling.
"Who says you have to be like Uncle Fred or your dad?" She inched down until they were side by side again, primly pulling her nightgown over her knees. "Anyway, my dad hardly ever talks about Uncle Fred being funny, but he does say he was brave and good. You're brave and good, too, aren't you?"
She rested her head on Fred's shoulder.
"I bet Uncle Fred would've laughed to see Aunt Hermione colored like a blueberry." And under her cheek, she felt Fred relax.
As a falling star streaked across the heavens, Lucy couldn't help but believe their uncle was grinning down at them.
Title: A Controversial Guest
Pairings: Asteria/Draco, Scorpius/Mystery Guest
Word Count and Rating: 499, PG
Summary: Scorpius brings a date home for dinner. Draco could not be less pleased.
Notes: Written for the weekly challenge at draco_asteria.
Asteria found her husband in the dining room, glaring at the fourth place setting on the table. Draco's lowered brows and mulish pout made her sigh.
She kept her tone deliberately mild. "Our guest will be arriving soon, Draco."
"Not our guest."
"Our son's guest and, therefore, our guest as well." Draco refused to even look up, and Asteria sighed again. "It's time to dress for dinner."
Defiantly, he crossed his arms. "Maybe I'll wear this."
Asteria raised one thin eyebrow. Draco was wearing the Muggle jeans and flannel shirt he favored for working in his greenhouse. The frayed hem and dirt-stained knees would certainly make a statement.
She touched his hand, clenched around his own bicep. "Don't embarrass Scorpius, Draco. Tonight is important to him."
He scoffed. "It's not like they're that serious."
"Oh, no?" She petted the back of his hand to soothe him. "He's never brought anyone home to meet us before. I've never seen him as happy as he's been lately. The other day, he asked me questions about your mother's engagement ring. I'd say their relationship is very serious."
He glanced at her then, looking grim, but Asteria was gratified when his fingers relaxed enough to entwine with hers.
"Why are you so cheerful?" he asked plaintively. "Our son has fallen in love with someone unacceptable."
"Because our son has fallen in love. That's enough-full stop." Draco's frown deepened, and Asteria reached up to smooth the lines bracketing his mouth. "Let's not make this harder for Scorpius."
Draco pulled out a chair, sinking into it and holding his head in his hands. Asteria lightly combed through the longish hairs at his nape.
"They'll never have children." Draco's voice was muffled.
She wrapped her arms around him from behind and held him tight. "Are you that eager to be Grandpa Draco?" she teased gently.
"No." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "But I'm not eager for the Malfoy line to end here, either."
"That may not happen. We are wizards, after all. If they want a child, there are even Muggle techniques they could try. There's also adoption."
She straightened and, when she tugged at him, he rose and went willingly into her arms.
"Try to be happy for them, please." She smiled when she felt him nod.
"Anyone home?" Scorpius's voice called from the hall. "We're early!"
Scorpius appeared in the doorway, looking like he'd just been snogged and holding hands with a blonde woman in Muggle clothing. For a moment, the two couples evaluated each other.
"Ah, Malfoy," their guest beamed, "I see you're aware of the Hole in the Pocket Conspiracy, the plot by tailors and seamstresses to weave Confundus Charms into wizard and witch robes and increase profits by encouraging needless spending."
Asteria held her breath when Draco advanced toward the former Mrs. Scamander and current love of their son's life, but all Draco did was hold out his hand.
"Ms. Lovegood," he said quietly, "Welcome to our home."
Title: Of Kids and Dogs
Pairing: Ginny/Harry
Word Count and Rating: 100, G
Summary: Harry has both on his mind.
Notes: Written for hpgw100 for the prompt "someday."
"I might get a dog."
Ginny stopped peeling wallpaper and leaned against the ladder, smiling down at her boyfriend. Harry scraped a patch near the floor, shreds of paper dusting his hair. Not everyone would consider remodeling Grimmauld Place a fun way to spend a long-awaited holiday, but Ginny was happy just to be with Harry.
"A dog sounds like fun."
"Yeah. I always wanted one, growing up." He hesitated. "I want my kids to have a dog."
She rested her cheek against a rung. "You think about having kids, then?"
"Sure." He grinned up at her, blushing. "You know…someday."
Title: Growing Old Together
Pairing: Ginny/Harry
Word Count and Rating: 100, PG-13
Summary: Upon finding those first grey hairs, haircolor potion started to look awfully tempting.
Notes: Written for hpgw100 for the prompt "natural."
"I'm 32." Ginny scowled at her reflection. "Where'd this grey come from?"
Harry gently combed her hair.
"Well, this," he touched her crown, "is from losing Al in Muggle London." He ghosted over her temple. "And here's Lily's fall from the roof." He lifted her hair and kissed her throat. "The rest are James's fault."
"You're not blameless, Mr. Hotshot Auror."
Harry smiled against her skin.
"There's a haircolor potion," she murmured, "called 'Sunset,' and-"
"I like it natural." He kissed a path to her ear.
She smiled. "You don't mind me aging?"
"Not if we're growing old together."
Title: In the Healing Dark
Characters: Fred II, Lucy (genfic)
Word Count and Rating: 250, G
Summary: Who says Fred needs to be a prankster? Certainly not Lucy.
Notes: Written for the challenge "Stars" at nextgen_drabble and 014: Heaven on my 100quills Nextgen table. My first time writing either Fred II or Lucy.
"Fred?" Lucy leaned out the window and called her cousin's name into the night.
"Yeah."
She crawled past the faded orange curtains. All the cousins knew the best way onto the Burrow's roof was through Uncle Ron's old bedroom. Until their grandmother caught them, they would continue to use the roof as their secret meeting spot.
The shingles were gritty under Lucy's feet as she climbed carefully toward Fred's perch between two chimneys. He shifted to make room, and they gazed at the stars together.
Lucy broke the silence first. "I thought it was a funny prank."
"Well, you're the only one who did." Fred slouched until he lay against the steeply pitched roof.
"Maybe it's hard to laugh when you're turning blue."
"Or maybe I'm not funny like my dad is. Or like Uncle Fred was." In the starlight, Lucy could see him scowling.
"Who says you have to be like Uncle Fred or your dad?" She inched down until they were side by side again, primly pulling her nightgown over her knees. "Anyway, my dad hardly ever talks about Uncle Fred being funny, but he does say he was brave and good. You're brave and good, too, aren't you?"
She rested her head on Fred's shoulder.
"I bet Uncle Fred would've laughed to see Aunt Hermione colored like a blueberry." And under her cheek, she felt Fred relax.
As a falling star streaked across the heavens, Lucy couldn't help but believe their uncle was grinning down at them.
Title: A Controversial Guest
Pairings: Asteria/Draco, Scorpius/Mystery Guest
Word Count and Rating: 499, PG
Summary: Scorpius brings a date home for dinner. Draco could not be less pleased.
Notes: Written for the weekly challenge at draco_asteria.
Asteria found her husband in the dining room, glaring at the fourth place setting on the table. Draco's lowered brows and mulish pout made her sigh.
She kept her tone deliberately mild. "Our guest will be arriving soon, Draco."
"Not our guest."
"Our son's guest and, therefore, our guest as well." Draco refused to even look up, and Asteria sighed again. "It's time to dress for dinner."
Defiantly, he crossed his arms. "Maybe I'll wear this."
Asteria raised one thin eyebrow. Draco was wearing the Muggle jeans and flannel shirt he favored for working in his greenhouse. The frayed hem and dirt-stained knees would certainly make a statement.
She touched his hand, clenched around his own bicep. "Don't embarrass Scorpius, Draco. Tonight is important to him."
He scoffed. "It's not like they're that serious."
"Oh, no?" She petted the back of his hand to soothe him. "He's never brought anyone home to meet us before. I've never seen him as happy as he's been lately. The other day, he asked me questions about your mother's engagement ring. I'd say their relationship is very serious."
He glanced at her then, looking grim, but Asteria was gratified when his fingers relaxed enough to entwine with hers.
"Why are you so cheerful?" he asked plaintively. "Our son has fallen in love with someone unacceptable."
"Because our son has fallen in love. That's enough-full stop." Draco's frown deepened, and Asteria reached up to smooth the lines bracketing his mouth. "Let's not make this harder for Scorpius."
Draco pulled out a chair, sinking into it and holding his head in his hands. Asteria lightly combed through the longish hairs at his nape.
"They'll never have children." Draco's voice was muffled.
She wrapped her arms around him from behind and held him tight. "Are you that eager to be Grandpa Draco?" she teased gently.
"No." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "But I'm not eager for the Malfoy line to end here, either."
"That may not happen. We are wizards, after all. If they want a child, there are even Muggle techniques they could try. There's also adoption."
She straightened and, when she tugged at him, he rose and went willingly into her arms.
"Try to be happy for them, please." She smiled when she felt him nod.
"Anyone home?" Scorpius's voice called from the hall. "We're early!"
Scorpius appeared in the doorway, looking like he'd just been snogged and holding hands with a blonde woman in Muggle clothing. For a moment, the two couples evaluated each other.
"Ah, Malfoy," their guest beamed, "I see you're aware of the Hole in the Pocket Conspiracy, the plot by tailors and seamstresses to weave Confundus Charms into wizard and witch robes and increase profits by encouraging needless spending."
Asteria held her breath when Draco advanced toward the former Mrs. Scamander and current love of their son's life, but all Draco did was hold out his hand.
"Ms. Lovegood," he said quietly, "Welcome to our home."
Title: Of Kids and Dogs
Pairing: Ginny/Harry
Word Count and Rating: 100, G
Summary: Harry has both on his mind.
Notes: Written for hpgw100 for the prompt "someday."
"I might get a dog."
Ginny stopped peeling wallpaper and leaned against the ladder, smiling down at her boyfriend. Harry scraped a patch near the floor, shreds of paper dusting his hair. Not everyone would consider remodeling Grimmauld Place a fun way to spend a long-awaited holiday, but Ginny was happy just to be with Harry.
"A dog sounds like fun."
"Yeah. I always wanted one, growing up." He hesitated. "I want my kids to have a dog."
She rested her cheek against a rung. "You think about having kids, then?"
"Sure." He grinned up at her, blushing. "You know…someday."
Title: Growing Old Together
Pairing: Ginny/Harry
Word Count and Rating: 100, PG-13
Summary: Upon finding those first grey hairs, haircolor potion started to look awfully tempting.
Notes: Written for hpgw100 for the prompt "natural."
"I'm 32." Ginny scowled at her reflection. "Where'd this grey come from?"
Harry gently combed her hair.
"Well, this," he touched her crown, "is from losing Al in Muggle London." He ghosted over her temple. "And here's Lily's fall from the roof." He lifted her hair and kissed her throat. "The rest are James's fault."
"You're not blameless, Mr. Hotshot Auror."
Harry smiled against her skin.
"There's a haircolor potion," she murmured, "called 'Sunset,' and-"
"I like it natural." He kissed a path to her ear.
She smiled. "You don't mind me aging?"
"Not if we're growing old together."