Round 2, Challenge 10: Drabbles & Voting
Drabbles for Round Two.
Drabble #1:
Title: The Only Answer
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: How will we ever make this work?
Pairing: Hermione/someone
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
She was upset with him for many reasons, she reflected as she changed for bed. He didn’t really understand how she felt about learning; he didn’t make fun of her anymore, but she could sense him holding back jokes. He never wanted to talk about anything important. And he was so oblivious to female attention she sometimes felt it must be an act...
How will we ever make this work? She sighed and pulled back her bedcurtains.
A slip of parchment sat on the pillow. Curious, she unfolded it.
“I love you.”
She smiled to herself. We’ll manage somehow, love.
Drabble #2:
Title: Choice In The Matter
Rating: G
Warnings: AU-ish, mild DH spoilers.
Summary: "After an interesting discovery, Hermione struggles with a dilemma; does she or doesn't she ask him to return?"
Pairing: None
Word Count: 472
Spoilers: Yes, for DH.
"But Professor, if this really is what we hope it is, if its strong effects aren't just a coincidence, then-"
Hermione holds her breath. She can hardly believe their good fortune at this wonderful discovery they've made, albeit by mere accident.
Their only intention was to improve the Wolfsbane formula, to make it stronger and more potent, but now it's likely that they've concocted not a suppressant as much as an actual solution; something that might cure lycanthropy for once and for all.
With this, Bill could be helped and possibly Teddy Lupin too, should the boy ever get affected by the moon's devastating lure, if he does possess some genetic disposition to the condition that has yet to manifest itself, possibly as soon as he comes of age, as is often the case with these things.
If the formula works, hundreds of people may be helped; people who survived the war but paid a great price for their survival and haven't been able to look at the full moon through human eyes for years.
But there's one problem.
Hermione knows she cannot brew this new potion herself. She lacks the know-how that comes with years of Potions experience.
He needs to do it, and therein lies the catch.
Knowing what she does now, she can't blame him for having faked his own demise.
To the rest of the world, he's better off gone. Some people would require answers from him and demand explanations he's unwilling to provide, while others would rather see him dead and might even go so far as to put a price on his head, or to finish him off themselves.
And besides, dead or alive, he'd never appreciate being lauded a hero.
Therefore she shouldn't, can't, shan't ask him to return to the world.
For a long moment, she looks at him with an unspoken plea in her eyes, one she's afraid to utter.
No, she really shouldn't ask.
Or should she appeal to the conscience she knows he possesses, even though he manages to hide it well?
He lets out a weary sigh, and studies the vial's contents once again.
"This potion will be useless after hours of travel," he says grimly. "We don't have much choice left in this matter, do we, Miss Granger? We'll leave for Britain in the morning; go to your old office, brew a new batch and give it to someone who has the expertise and equipment to thoroughly test its effectiveness."
Hermione nods slowly, and cracks a relieved smile.
Sometimes the questions are complicated, and the answers are simple, and maybe, knowing him as she does now, she should have foreseen that logic would prevail in the end, and that contrary to outward appearances, his concern for others would always outweigh that for himself.
Drabble #3:
Title: An Unexpected Prospect
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: After Ron unknowingly offends her, Hermione doesn't think that anyone would want to take her to the Yule Ball.
Pairing: Hermione/Viktor
Word Count:498
Spoilers: Only if you haven't read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire:P
~*~
Ron’s words stung her as surely as a slap to the face and Hermione quickly excused herself from the room. It was so petty, and shallow that Ron would base his choice for a partner solely upon their physical appearance, and she was bitterly disappointed to realize that Ron would never consider asking her. Hermione knew she’d never be the prettiest girl in the school and if she didn’t stand a chance with one of her best friends, then she might as well except that she’s likely to attend this ball alone, or not at all.
With heavy heart, Hermione went to bed. Clutching her pillow tightly as the tears ran down her cheeks she whispered to the darkness, “Why do I care so much?” before slipping into a turbulent sleep.
-
Hermione was restless when she rose early the next morning. Anxious for a distraction from the slew of complicated questions racing through her mind, Hermione found herself drawn to the sanctuary of the library. Although she knew she would never find the answers she craved, Hermione buried herself in the pages of the first thick text that she could find and attempted to distract herself from her heavy thoughts.
It was not long before Viktor Krum had to come and destroy her concentration. She knew it wasn’t his fault that empty-headed girls liked to follow him around like lovesick puppies, but it was difficult to concentrate on her book amidst all the giggling and chortling. Besides, this was exactly the kind of superficiality she had come to forget about.
With a resounded sigh, Hermione gathered her belongings. She didn’t feel like going to breakfast, but if she headed to Arithmancy now she would have a quiet hour to herself in the empty classroom. Finally she picked up the book she was reading and turned to the counter and was surprised to see the Quidditch Superstar standing in front of her.
“Hello,” Viktor said kindly, “please excuse me, but I vould like to learn vot you are called.”
Without thinking, Hermione extended her hand as she answered, “Oh, I’m Hermione Granger.”
Hermione had expected a handshake, but instead the Bulgarian raised it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of her proffered hand. “And I am Viktor Krum.”
Blushing to her roots, Hermione answered, “It’s nice to meet you, Viktor.”
“Hermy-own, I am knowing that we haff just met but I am hoping you might like to go to Yule ball vith me.”
A million questions rushed through Hermione’s mind. This was Viktor Krum. He could have any girl he wanted, but instead he asked her.
“Why me?”
“You are very pretty, but you are not like other girls. I like that.” Viktor said with a smile. “Vill you go vith me?”
At once Hermione’s thoughts of Ron and his insensitivity flew out of the window. She smiled at Viktor and answered simply, “Yes.”
Perhaps she might have a good time after all.
Rules When Voting:
* Vote for your favourite & least favourite. (anyone who votes in just one category will not have their vote counted)
* Do not vote for yourself.
* Who wrote what is to remain private till the results are posted.
* We will minus the the favorite votes from least favorite votes.
VOTING WILL CLOSE IN 48HRS, 8PM THIS COMING FRIDAY, AEST (Australian Eastern Standard Time).
How To Vote: Fill in the voting form with the number of your favourite drabble in the relevant place, for example - Drabble #38. (Not the title of the drabble, it makes an easy count so much more difficult when you have to switch back and forward. Thanks!)
Poll Round 2, Challenge 10: Drabbles
NOTE: I figured by now, picking a least favourite has become difficult, so just a favourite this time around. ♥
Drabble #1:
Title: The Only Answer
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: How will we ever make this work?
Pairing: Hermione/someone
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
She was upset with him for many reasons, she reflected as she changed for bed. He didn’t really understand how she felt about learning; he didn’t make fun of her anymore, but she could sense him holding back jokes. He never wanted to talk about anything important. And he was so oblivious to female attention she sometimes felt it must be an act...
How will we ever make this work? She sighed and pulled back her bedcurtains.
A slip of parchment sat on the pillow. Curious, she unfolded it.
“I love you.”
She smiled to herself. We’ll manage somehow, love.
Drabble #2:
Title: Choice In The Matter
Rating: G
Warnings: AU-ish, mild DH spoilers.
Summary: "After an interesting discovery, Hermione struggles with a dilemma; does she or doesn't she ask him to return?"
Pairing: None
Word Count: 472
Spoilers: Yes, for DH.
"But Professor, if this really is what we hope it is, if its strong effects aren't just a coincidence, then-"
Hermione holds her breath. She can hardly believe their good fortune at this wonderful discovery they've made, albeit by mere accident.
Their only intention was to improve the Wolfsbane formula, to make it stronger and more potent, but now it's likely that they've concocted not a suppressant as much as an actual solution; something that might cure lycanthropy for once and for all.
With this, Bill could be helped and possibly Teddy Lupin too, should the boy ever get affected by the moon's devastating lure, if he does possess some genetic disposition to the condition that has yet to manifest itself, possibly as soon as he comes of age, as is often the case with these things.
If the formula works, hundreds of people may be helped; people who survived the war but paid a great price for their survival and haven't been able to look at the full moon through human eyes for years.
But there's one problem.
Hermione knows she cannot brew this new potion herself. She lacks the know-how that comes with years of Potions experience.
He needs to do it, and therein lies the catch.
Knowing what she does now, she can't blame him for having faked his own demise.
To the rest of the world, he's better off gone. Some people would require answers from him and demand explanations he's unwilling to provide, while others would rather see him dead and might even go so far as to put a price on his head, or to finish him off themselves.
And besides, dead or alive, he'd never appreciate being lauded a hero.
Therefore she shouldn't, can't, shan't ask him to return to the world.
For a long moment, she looks at him with an unspoken plea in her eyes, one she's afraid to utter.
No, she really shouldn't ask.
Or should she appeal to the conscience she knows he possesses, even though he manages to hide it well?
He lets out a weary sigh, and studies the vial's contents once again.
"This potion will be useless after hours of travel," he says grimly. "We don't have much choice left in this matter, do we, Miss Granger? We'll leave for Britain in the morning; go to your old office, brew a new batch and give it to someone who has the expertise and equipment to thoroughly test its effectiveness."
Hermione nods slowly, and cracks a relieved smile.
Sometimes the questions are complicated, and the answers are simple, and maybe, knowing him as she does now, she should have foreseen that logic would prevail in the end, and that contrary to outward appearances, his concern for others would always outweigh that for himself.
Drabble #3:
Title: An Unexpected Prospect
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: After Ron unknowingly offends her, Hermione doesn't think that anyone would want to take her to the Yule Ball.
Pairing: Hermione/Viktor
Word Count:498
Spoilers: Only if you haven't read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire:P
~*~
Ron’s words stung her as surely as a slap to the face and Hermione quickly excused herself from the room. It was so petty, and shallow that Ron would base his choice for a partner solely upon their physical appearance, and she was bitterly disappointed to realize that Ron would never consider asking her. Hermione knew she’d never be the prettiest girl in the school and if she didn’t stand a chance with one of her best friends, then she might as well except that she’s likely to attend this ball alone, or not at all.
With heavy heart, Hermione went to bed. Clutching her pillow tightly as the tears ran down her cheeks she whispered to the darkness, “Why do I care so much?” before slipping into a turbulent sleep.
-
Hermione was restless when she rose early the next morning. Anxious for a distraction from the slew of complicated questions racing through her mind, Hermione found herself drawn to the sanctuary of the library. Although she knew she would never find the answers she craved, Hermione buried herself in the pages of the first thick text that she could find and attempted to distract herself from her heavy thoughts.
It was not long before Viktor Krum had to come and destroy her concentration. She knew it wasn’t his fault that empty-headed girls liked to follow him around like lovesick puppies, but it was difficult to concentrate on her book amidst all the giggling and chortling. Besides, this was exactly the kind of superficiality she had come to forget about.
With a resounded sigh, Hermione gathered her belongings. She didn’t feel like going to breakfast, but if she headed to Arithmancy now she would have a quiet hour to herself in the empty classroom. Finally she picked up the book she was reading and turned to the counter and was surprised to see the Quidditch Superstar standing in front of her.
“Hello,” Viktor said kindly, “please excuse me, but I vould like to learn vot you are called.”
Without thinking, Hermione extended her hand as she answered, “Oh, I’m Hermione Granger.”
Hermione had expected a handshake, but instead the Bulgarian raised it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of her proffered hand. “And I am Viktor Krum.”
Blushing to her roots, Hermione answered, “It’s nice to meet you, Viktor.”
“Hermy-own, I am knowing that we haff just met but I am hoping you might like to go to Yule ball vith me.”
A million questions rushed through Hermione’s mind. This was Viktor Krum. He could have any girl he wanted, but instead he asked her.
“Why me?”
“You are very pretty, but you are not like other girls. I like that.” Viktor said with a smile. “Vill you go vith me?”
At once Hermione’s thoughts of Ron and his insensitivity flew out of the window. She smiled at Viktor and answered simply, “Yes.”
Perhaps she might have a good time after all.
Rules When Voting:
* Vote for your favourite & least favourite. (anyone who votes in just one category will not have their vote counted)
* Do not vote for yourself.
* Who wrote what is to remain private till the results are posted.
* We will minus the the favorite votes from least favorite votes.
VOTING WILL CLOSE IN 48HRS, 8PM THIS COMING FRIDAY, AEST (Australian Eastern Standard Time).
How To Vote: Fill in the voting form with the number of your favourite drabble in the relevant place, for example - Drabble #38. (Not the title of the drabble, it makes an easy count so much more difficult when you have to switch back and forward. Thanks!)
Poll Round 2, Challenge 10: Drabbles
NOTE: I figured by now, picking a least favourite has become difficult, so just a favourite this time around. ♥