6 drabbles; No Challenge
Title: Surprising Pansy Parkinson
Summary: He just can't!
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Pansy
Genre: Fluff
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS
Word Count: 280
Just once, once, he wanted to give Pansy a surprise. In the past four years they’d been dating, the shrewd witch had always managed to find out-long before she was supposed to.
Their last anniversary, he’d planned long and hard, ultimately going with a photograph album, celebrating their years together, only to have her discovering the pictures and then relentlessly questioning him until he told her. Another instance, her birthday this time, he’d wanted to give her a pendent. And she’d found the blooming receipt in the rubbish bin! What she was doing with the rubbish bin he didn’t know.
All in all, there had been numerous foiled plans-excluding that one during their first anniversary where he’d let the cat out of the bag. Pansy still hadn’t stopped laughing about it.
“You’re an absolute riot, Harry!” she exclaimed hiding a snort behind her hand.
And now, it was two days to her birthday, and Harry was nearly at his wits’ end. In the past when he’d gotten Ron presents, he could have just stuffed the parcel under his bed, but she’d discovered that too.
Merlin! Why did he have to fall for a Slytherin? Having to keep secrets from the slickest of the slickest was no easy chore.
They were lying side-by-side on the bed now, both lost in their thoughts. Then she spoke up.
“The best present, Potter,” she turned to him, giving him a saucy grin, “is you.” She leaned in, and Harry’s arm automatically went to her waist, pulling her closer.
Just as the witch’s lips captured his in a fiery kiss, a thought ran through Harry’s mind.
Bloody hell! She’s figured it out again!
Title: A Prologue
Summary:
Characters/Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa
Genre: General, Fluff
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS
Word Count: 400
It is absolutely ridiculous when I think back now. One could even venture to say that it was laughable, but as a young girl, I simply abhorred males-bar my father, of course.
This purely stemmed from the fact that the wizarding society was one dominated by the males, and I resented that. Etiquette lessons taught me to see but not be seen, hear, but not be heard. So all I was ever surrounded by were these pigheaded males.
They thought their words were of utmost importance, that all women were meant to do was to serve their every call.
Fools.
They never saw past their wives shopping expeditions and the needlework they did, but the witches in our society are perfectly capable (with the assistance of a house-elf).
Indeed, the wizard I had been engaged to was in every sense like that. My uncle’s fault, entirely.
He was a fair bit older than me, with a thick brown beard. And he could never stop droning on about his many businesses or another. Not once did he ask me what I thought about any matters; he just didn’t deign it important enough.
Our first meeting had been a complete disaster, and I’d recklessly hexed him in the middle of dessert. My mother had a few harsh words with me later that night, but those seconds had been a blessed few.
Oh! how I loathed him, to the extent of wishing his condemnation to the fiery furnace of hell. (Though I’m unsure as to whether hell’s hounds would chase him and his beard right back out.)
I wasn’t going to stand for it, and appealed to my father to see sense. Thank Merlin he did.
I was very nearly reaching spinsterhood, at the old age of twenty-three, when I fell in love for the first time. He was different; he knew what we could do, and very wisely treated me with the utmost respect, with me as his equal. That is something very, very rare in our circle, and to be honest, if he hadn’t, I would have never consented to our marriage.
And now, as I stand before this man, despite the looming talks of a wizarding war I know that what we have will last. Because he, unlike the others, is not a fool.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
Are to be wed this
February the Twenty Seventh, Nineteen Eighty
Title: Why?
Summary: No one can understand the two of them.
Characters/Pairings: Bill/Fleur
Genre: General, Fluff
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS
Word Count: 113
“Why?” he asks, face battered and torn from the rabid werewolf’s attack.
“Why?” she asks, her haughtiness once again getting the better of her.
“Why?” they ask, as they see them walk down Diagon Alley, hand-in-hand; they can’t be more different, the scarred, auburn-haired male and the delicate, pale blonde.
The questioning is overwhelming, the scrutiny almost too much to bear under normal circumstances. It follows them to their wedding day, hanging over their heads like a veil.
And then they answer the question, the response upon them falling softy, refreshingly, like the light spring rain.
Because love makes even the sanest ones a little mad sometimes, doesn’t it?
Because it’s all worthwhile.
Title: The Sickness
Summary: And that's why he's all alone.
Characters/Pairings: Remus/OC
Genre: Angst
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS.
Word Count: 310
The moon is partially-concealed tonight, just a wispy cloud covering it. But undeniably, it is round, full.
And he feels it in his bones, has been for days; it’s always the same leading up to a full moon. He’s tied to the rising and waning of the moon because of him. And although he’s used to it by now, sometimes, his mind strays to the ‘What ifs?’
Especially today, when she told him… told him that she wanted to be with him. He flat-out rejected her, but he knows she won’t give up. It’s not in her to surrender so easily. But they’re still in school; she doesn’t know what she wants, he tells himself; convinces himself that it’s the sole reason.
But it’s not.
He’s given in, despite the greatest potioneers of the wizarding world attempting to concoct a potion to reverse lycanthropy, he knows it’s futile.
And so he will keep away from all of them-her even more so-to keep them safe from the monster living inside of him.
The wind blows the stray cloud away, and the moon is in full view now, its luminescence bright against the pitch sky. Its yellowness is a sickly one, and it laments like a child that soon it will be no more. Bit by bit, it’ll disappear, until nothing’s left.
Yet it has forgotten that that it’s not lasting; it’ll be full again in a month-unlike the curse bestowed on him.
His muscles twitch as his eyes remain captivated by the shining orb, and then, the wolf in him takes over.
--
In a nearby town, a little boy shivers as he hears the shadowy echo of a wolf howl.
“You’re safe here, darling. Go to bed,” his mother assures him.
Once upon a full moon, Remus Lupin had heard such a reassurance too.
He knew better.
Title: Dynamics
Summary: Green really isn't Ron's colour.
Characters/Pairings: Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Ginny/Dean
Genre: General
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS.
Word Count: 358
Ginny laughs as she hits Thomas playfully, shrieking when he retaliates in jest.
Why can’t I have that?
I slump onto the couch, feeling a tad sorry for myself on this lonely day. Hermione wasn’t speaking to me, Ginny was furious with me (although that didn’t seem to be the case now)…
It is hard, sometimes, being the brother of Bill, Charlie, Percy, even. Not to mention Fred and George. They all stood out in Hogwarts in their own way, and here I am, known only as Harry Potter’s sidekick. Sure, that gets me a little leverage, but in the end, I’m still the odd one out.
The Gryffindor who’d only gotten in because of his last name and red hair, the Keeper who was only selected because he was the captain’s friend. And let’s face it; I’m a bloody dunce on the pitch.
I watch Ginny, feeling green-envious at my younger sister! We’re a year apart, but how can she be so different? Right from the start, she’s eased into the Gryffindor common room, becoming one of the girls that everyone-even (certain) Slytherins-like, or admire.
And I’m her older brother, perpetually stuck in this awkward stage, bumbling along the hallways. And Ginny’s right: I haven’t been kissed yet.
It does bother me quite a bit, seeing as Harry and Hermione and Ginny have been kissed. I’m left behind… again.
Okay, I know this whole wallowing in self-pity thing does make me seem like a duffer, but sometimes, you just have these days where you feel sorry for yourself, and hey, I’m a regular bloke.
“Stop it, Dean!” Ginny giggles as Thomas tickles her mercilessly.
“Not until you surrender!”
I sigh inwardly, looking around the common room for someone to talk to since Harry’s gone to bed.
There isn’t really any other sixth years, apart from Lavender Brown and Parvarti Patil (who I doubt has forgiven me for being sorry excuse of a date for her sister), and this pity-party really tired me out. I turn head toward the staircase, catching Lavender’s eye.
Did she just wink at me?
Boy, I must be really tired!
Title: Magic and Muggle
Summary:
Characters/Pairings: Dramione
Genre: General, Fluff
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles, September.
Word Count: 492
Hermione never believed in lucky charms or talismans, but she did have a particular fondness for the amulet her grandmother had given to her.
As a child, she’d seen it dangling from her grandmother’s neck, the silver circle with weird writing on it, attached to a sturdy red leather thong, and the pretty thing had roused her curiosity immensely.
“Someday, this will be yours. And who knows? It might just bring you some luck.” Her eyes would twinkle mischievously as she captivated Hermione with yet another story of how the ‘lucky’ amulet came into her possession; the stories were never the same but always mystical and fantastical to hear.
When Hermione turned sixteen, her grandmother handed her the amulet, finally admitting in her that she’d found it in a thrift shop back in the day. However, she’d never seen it around, so there mustn’t have been that many made. For Hermione, the magic of the amulet still stayed though, the childhood memories of the afternoons spent together.
As she sat in the library, searching for a book, she saw it. It must have been the darnest, most impossible thing, but her eye caught the slight shimmer, just before he tucked in back under his robes.
She couldn’t help it; she had to take a closer look. The coincidence was just too… coincidental.
“Malfoy?”
“Granger,” he acknowledged curtly; exhaustion laced his voice.
“Can-can I see your amulet?”
He turned to her, raising a brow.
“Just for a moment,” she pressed.
Reluctantly, he took it off and handed it to her.
Hermione’s eyes widened when she saw the patterns. Unconsciously, she reached for her own to see if it was still hanging around her neck; they were just too alike.
She pulled hers out from under her robes. “Look, Malfoy,” she whispered excitedly. “They’re identical!”
He was interested now, leaning in to take a closer look.
As Hermione watched him, she couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked, but this had actually brightened his spirits a little.
“My mother said the other one had gone missing a century ago… how did it end up with you?”
“My grandmother’s had it for ages; she found it in some store,” Hermione said. “Do you know what the words read?”
He shook his head. “I think it’s some ancient language; pity it’s been lost over time. As the story goes, this was made by a wizard for his Muggle wife.” He shrugged. “I’ve browsed through some books, but-”
“Hermione!” Ron called, ignoring the fact that they were in the library.
Hermione shot Malfoy an apologetic look, handing him back his amulet.
“Thanks for that, Malfoy,” she said sincerely.
He shrugged again, turning back to his book.
Hermione smiled as she hurriedly made her way back before Ron called again and they were kicked out.
Despite the separation between magic and Muggle, ultimately, little things like these made it seem like they could cross paths again.
Points:
(280+400+113+310+358+492)/30 = 65.1 ~65 points for Gryffindor
Summary: He just can't!
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Pansy
Genre: Fluff
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS
Word Count: 280
Just once, once, he wanted to give Pansy a surprise. In the past four years they’d been dating, the shrewd witch had always managed to find out-long before she was supposed to.
Their last anniversary, he’d planned long and hard, ultimately going with a photograph album, celebrating their years together, only to have her discovering the pictures and then relentlessly questioning him until he told her. Another instance, her birthday this time, he’d wanted to give her a pendent. And she’d found the blooming receipt in the rubbish bin! What she was doing with the rubbish bin he didn’t know.
All in all, there had been numerous foiled plans-excluding that one during their first anniversary where he’d let the cat out of the bag. Pansy still hadn’t stopped laughing about it.
“You’re an absolute riot, Harry!” she exclaimed hiding a snort behind her hand.
And now, it was two days to her birthday, and Harry was nearly at his wits’ end. In the past when he’d gotten Ron presents, he could have just stuffed the parcel under his bed, but she’d discovered that too.
Merlin! Why did he have to fall for a Slytherin? Having to keep secrets from the slickest of the slickest was no easy chore.
They were lying side-by-side on the bed now, both lost in their thoughts. Then she spoke up.
“The best present, Potter,” she turned to him, giving him a saucy grin, “is you.” She leaned in, and Harry’s arm automatically went to her waist, pulling her closer.
Just as the witch’s lips captured his in a fiery kiss, a thought ran through Harry’s mind.
Bloody hell! She’s figured it out again!
Title: A Prologue
Summary:
Characters/Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa
Genre: General, Fluff
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS
Word Count: 400
It is absolutely ridiculous when I think back now. One could even venture to say that it was laughable, but as a young girl, I simply abhorred males-bar my father, of course.
This purely stemmed from the fact that the wizarding society was one dominated by the males, and I resented that. Etiquette lessons taught me to see but not be seen, hear, but not be heard. So all I was ever surrounded by were these pigheaded males.
They thought their words were of utmost importance, that all women were meant to do was to serve their every call.
Fools.
They never saw past their wives shopping expeditions and the needlework they did, but the witches in our society are perfectly capable (with the assistance of a house-elf).
Indeed, the wizard I had been engaged to was in every sense like that. My uncle’s fault, entirely.
He was a fair bit older than me, with a thick brown beard. And he could never stop droning on about his many businesses or another. Not once did he ask me what I thought about any matters; he just didn’t deign it important enough.
Our first meeting had been a complete disaster, and I’d recklessly hexed him in the middle of dessert. My mother had a few harsh words with me later that night, but those seconds had been a blessed few.
Oh! how I loathed him, to the extent of wishing his condemnation to the fiery furnace of hell. (Though I’m unsure as to whether hell’s hounds would chase him and his beard right back out.)
I wasn’t going to stand for it, and appealed to my father to see sense. Thank Merlin he did.
I was very nearly reaching spinsterhood, at the old age of twenty-three, when I fell in love for the first time. He was different; he knew what we could do, and very wisely treated me with the utmost respect, with me as his equal. That is something very, very rare in our circle, and to be honest, if he hadn’t, I would have never consented to our marriage.
And now, as I stand before this man, despite the looming talks of a wizarding war I know that what we have will last. Because he, unlike the others, is not a fool.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
Are to be wed this
February the Twenty Seventh, Nineteen Eighty
Title: Why?
Summary: No one can understand the two of them.
Characters/Pairings: Bill/Fleur
Genre: General, Fluff
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS
Word Count: 113
“Why?” he asks, face battered and torn from the rabid werewolf’s attack.
“Why?” she asks, her haughtiness once again getting the better of her.
“Why?” they ask, as they see them walk down Diagon Alley, hand-in-hand; they can’t be more different, the scarred, auburn-haired male and the delicate, pale blonde.
The questioning is overwhelming, the scrutiny almost too much to bear under normal circumstances. It follows them to their wedding day, hanging over their heads like a veil.
And then they answer the question, the response upon them falling softy, refreshingly, like the light spring rain.
Because love makes even the sanest ones a little mad sometimes, doesn’t it?
Because it’s all worthwhile.
Title: The Sickness
Summary: And that's why he's all alone.
Characters/Pairings: Remus/OC
Genre: Angst
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS.
Word Count: 310
The moon is partially-concealed tonight, just a wispy cloud covering it. But undeniably, it is round, full.
And he feels it in his bones, has been for days; it’s always the same leading up to a full moon. He’s tied to the rising and waning of the moon because of him. And although he’s used to it by now, sometimes, his mind strays to the ‘What ifs?’
Especially today, when she told him… told him that she wanted to be with him. He flat-out rejected her, but he knows she won’t give up. It’s not in her to surrender so easily. But they’re still in school; she doesn’t know what she wants, he tells himself; convinces himself that it’s the sole reason.
But it’s not.
He’s given in, despite the greatest potioneers of the wizarding world attempting to concoct a potion to reverse lycanthropy, he knows it’s futile.
And so he will keep away from all of them-her even more so-to keep them safe from the monster living inside of him.
The wind blows the stray cloud away, and the moon is in full view now, its luminescence bright against the pitch sky. Its yellowness is a sickly one, and it laments like a child that soon it will be no more. Bit by bit, it’ll disappear, until nothing’s left.
Yet it has forgotten that that it’s not lasting; it’ll be full again in a month-unlike the curse bestowed on him.
His muscles twitch as his eyes remain captivated by the shining orb, and then, the wolf in him takes over.
--
In a nearby town, a little boy shivers as he hears the shadowy echo of a wolf howl.
“You’re safe here, darling. Go to bed,” his mother assures him.
Once upon a full moon, Remus Lupin had heard such a reassurance too.
He knew better.
Title: Dynamics
Summary: Green really isn't Ron's colour.
Characters/Pairings: Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Ginny/Dean
Genre: General
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles LDWS.
Word Count: 358
Ginny laughs as she hits Thomas playfully, shrieking when he retaliates in jest.
Why can’t I have that?
I slump onto the couch, feeling a tad sorry for myself on this lonely day. Hermione wasn’t speaking to me, Ginny was furious with me (although that didn’t seem to be the case now)…
It is hard, sometimes, being the brother of Bill, Charlie, Percy, even. Not to mention Fred and George. They all stood out in Hogwarts in their own way, and here I am, known only as Harry Potter’s sidekick. Sure, that gets me a little leverage, but in the end, I’m still the odd one out.
The Gryffindor who’d only gotten in because of his last name and red hair, the Keeper who was only selected because he was the captain’s friend. And let’s face it; I’m a bloody dunce on the pitch.
I watch Ginny, feeling green-envious at my younger sister! We’re a year apart, but how can she be so different? Right from the start, she’s eased into the Gryffindor common room, becoming one of the girls that everyone-even (certain) Slytherins-like, or admire.
And I’m her older brother, perpetually stuck in this awkward stage, bumbling along the hallways. And Ginny’s right: I haven’t been kissed yet.
It does bother me quite a bit, seeing as Harry and Hermione and Ginny have been kissed. I’m left behind… again.
Okay, I know this whole wallowing in self-pity thing does make me seem like a duffer, but sometimes, you just have these days where you feel sorry for yourself, and hey, I’m a regular bloke.
“Stop it, Dean!” Ginny giggles as Thomas tickles her mercilessly.
“Not until you surrender!”
I sigh inwardly, looking around the common room for someone to talk to since Harry’s gone to bed.
There isn’t really any other sixth years, apart from Lavender Brown and Parvarti Patil (who I doubt has forgiven me for being sorry excuse of a date for her sister), and this pity-party really tired me out. I turn head toward the staircase, catching Lavender’s eye.
Did she just wink at me?
Boy, I must be really tired!
Title: Magic and Muggle
Summary:
Characters/Pairings: Dramione
Genre: General, Fluff
Rating/Warnings: G. Written for dyno_drabbles, September.
Word Count: 492
Hermione never believed in lucky charms or talismans, but she did have a particular fondness for the amulet her grandmother had given to her.
As a child, she’d seen it dangling from her grandmother’s neck, the silver circle with weird writing on it, attached to a sturdy red leather thong, and the pretty thing had roused her curiosity immensely.
“Someday, this will be yours. And who knows? It might just bring you some luck.” Her eyes would twinkle mischievously as she captivated Hermione with yet another story of how the ‘lucky’ amulet came into her possession; the stories were never the same but always mystical and fantastical to hear.
When Hermione turned sixteen, her grandmother handed her the amulet, finally admitting in her that she’d found it in a thrift shop back in the day. However, she’d never seen it around, so there mustn’t have been that many made. For Hermione, the magic of the amulet still stayed though, the childhood memories of the afternoons spent together.
As she sat in the library, searching for a book, she saw it. It must have been the darnest, most impossible thing, but her eye caught the slight shimmer, just before he tucked in back under his robes.
She couldn’t help it; she had to take a closer look. The coincidence was just too… coincidental.
“Malfoy?”
“Granger,” he acknowledged curtly; exhaustion laced his voice.
“Can-can I see your amulet?”
He turned to her, raising a brow.
“Just for a moment,” she pressed.
Reluctantly, he took it off and handed it to her.
Hermione’s eyes widened when she saw the patterns. Unconsciously, she reached for her own to see if it was still hanging around her neck; they were just too alike.
She pulled hers out from under her robes. “Look, Malfoy,” she whispered excitedly. “They’re identical!”
He was interested now, leaning in to take a closer look.
As Hermione watched him, she couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked, but this had actually brightened his spirits a little.
“My mother said the other one had gone missing a century ago… how did it end up with you?”
“My grandmother’s had it for ages; she found it in some store,” Hermione said. “Do you know what the words read?”
He shook his head. “I think it’s some ancient language; pity it’s been lost over time. As the story goes, this was made by a wizard for his Muggle wife.” He shrugged. “I’ve browsed through some books, but-”
“Hermione!” Ron called, ignoring the fact that they were in the library.
Hermione shot Malfoy an apologetic look, handing him back his amulet.
“Thanks for that, Malfoy,” she said sincerely.
He shrugged again, turning back to his book.
Hermione smiled as she hurriedly made her way back before Ron called again and they were kicked out.
Despite the separation between magic and Muggle, ultimately, little things like these made it seem like they could cross paths again.
Points:
(280+400+113+310+358+492)/30 = 65.1 ~65 points for Gryffindor