Brighter and Brighter / Team Spirit / Kiss and Tell / Mending
The first thing anyone noticed about Hestia Jones was her bright cheeks. Kingsley was no exception, though he was more taken with them than most and was growing increasingly fed up with himself. An Auror like him could afford no such distractions.
“Hestia,” he said gently one night, after too much paperwork and too little coffee, “please wear less blush tomorrow.”
Her cheeks pinkened; she lit up like a light bulb when flustered. “I don’t wear blush, Kingsley.”
Sadly, he shook his head. “You lie. They are far too vivid a pink.”
Hestia flushed a brilliant rose. “Only around you.”
Title: Team Spirit
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100!
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Luna; Dean/Luna
Author's Notes: Didn’t ship it until DH, because… POW love is adorable. xD And Luna invited him in.
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Dean, in the Ravenclaw common room with Luna, drew a line of red paint across her cheeks and nose, evoking a tiny giggle.
“You’re very good at this,” she told him as he put the finishing touches on the gold lion under her left eye. “Do you think they’ll see me at the game?”
“How could they miss you?” He motioned to her roaring hat. With that, he faced the mirror and painted his own face, and when he turned back to her, he had gold lips.
“Don’t I get any?” asked Luna.
Dean smiled - “Of course.” - and kissed her.
Title: Kiss and Tell
House: Gryffindor
Word Count: 100!
Characters/Pairings: Hermione, Lavender, Ron; Ron/Hermione; mention of Ron/Lavender and Cormac/Hermione
Author's Notes: Ron once again demonstrates his amazing maturity.
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When Ron saw Cormac striding through the hall with gloss dotting his lips, he nearly collapsed laughing. But when he turned the corner to see Hermione’s lips smudged and swollen, he found himself incredibly pissed off.
The next day, Hermione was sitting in Arithmancy when Lavender Brown walked in, looking sour with ridiculously bright red lipstick on.
“I look like a hussy!” she snapped when Parvati tried to compliment her, then mumbled, “Stupid Ron made me wear it. Wouldn’t bloody say why.”
Hermione, about to swipe a bit of balm over her own lips, paused and rolled her eyes. “Boys.”
Title: Mending
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100!
Characters/Pairings: Luna, Remus; Remus/Luna
Author's Notes: Non DH-compliant, mostly non-HPB compliant (in the Tonks respect). Their own special way of making up. Goodness knows we don’t all do it the same. I have to stop shipping weird and random pairings. There’s no fic for it! ALSO, I’m at my cap of fourteen drabbles per prompt (-weeps-), but there’ll be a few more up at my journal later. Pairings of Ron/Luna, Viktor/Fleur, Cedric/Fleur, Xenophilius/wife and gen for The Grey Lady and Bellatrix & Sirius. Can't wait till next week, and thanks for all the wonderful comments!
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The war was over, yet still they fought - often about the existence (or lack thereof) of Nargles. Winter or spring, their spats all ended the same: Remus stormed out, so ridiculously angry that he left his coat behind.
When he returned an hour or so later, loosened by the sparsest sips of Butterbeer, she sat the table with it in her lap, sewing a patch over an old tear. He approached her, smiled and kissed her hair. And sometimes, just every now and then, he pointed to the rip she was mending and said gently, “A Nargle did that one.”
“Hestia,” he said gently one night, after too much paperwork and too little coffee, “please wear less blush tomorrow.”
Her cheeks pinkened; she lit up like a light bulb when flustered. “I don’t wear blush, Kingsley.”
Sadly, he shook his head. “You lie. They are far too vivid a pink.”
Hestia flushed a brilliant rose. “Only around you.”
Title: Team Spirit
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100!
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Luna; Dean/Luna
Author's Notes: Didn’t ship it until DH, because… POW love is adorable. xD And Luna invited him in.
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Dean, in the Ravenclaw common room with Luna, drew a line of red paint across her cheeks and nose, evoking a tiny giggle.
“You’re very good at this,” she told him as he put the finishing touches on the gold lion under her left eye. “Do you think they’ll see me at the game?”
“How could they miss you?” He motioned to her roaring hat. With that, he faced the mirror and painted his own face, and when he turned back to her, he had gold lips.
“Don’t I get any?” asked Luna.
Dean smiled - “Of course.” - and kissed her.
Title: Kiss and Tell
House: Gryffindor
Word Count: 100!
Characters/Pairings: Hermione, Lavender, Ron; Ron/Hermione; mention of Ron/Lavender and Cormac/Hermione
Author's Notes: Ron once again demonstrates his amazing maturity.
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When Ron saw Cormac striding through the hall with gloss dotting his lips, he nearly collapsed laughing. But when he turned the corner to see Hermione’s lips smudged and swollen, he found himself incredibly pissed off.
The next day, Hermione was sitting in Arithmancy when Lavender Brown walked in, looking sour with ridiculously bright red lipstick on.
“I look like a hussy!” she snapped when Parvati tried to compliment her, then mumbled, “Stupid Ron made me wear it. Wouldn’t bloody say why.”
Hermione, about to swipe a bit of balm over her own lips, paused and rolled her eyes. “Boys.”
Title: Mending
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100!
Characters/Pairings: Luna, Remus; Remus/Luna
Author's Notes: Non DH-compliant, mostly non-HPB compliant (in the Tonks respect). Their own special way of making up. Goodness knows we don’t all do it the same. I have to stop shipping weird and random pairings. There’s no fic for it! ALSO, I’m at my cap of fourteen drabbles per prompt (-weeps-), but there’ll be a few more up at my journal later. Pairings of Ron/Luna, Viktor/Fleur, Cedric/Fleur, Xenophilius/wife and gen for The Grey Lady and Bellatrix & Sirius. Can't wait till next week, and thanks for all the wonderful comments!
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The war was over, yet still they fought - often about the existence (or lack thereof) of Nargles. Winter or spring, their spats all ended the same: Remus stormed out, so ridiculously angry that he left his coat behind.
When he returned an hour or so later, loosened by the sparsest sips of Butterbeer, she sat the table with it in her lap, sewing a patch over an old tear. He approached her, smiled and kissed her hair. And sometimes, just every now and then, he pointed to the rip she was mending and said gently, “A Nargle did that one.”