[Harry Potter] Drabbles: More Than That & Trust
One more drabble left to go and then I can do something more constructive. Like catch up with my f-list, etc. etc. Yada. Yada. And yes, I'm rambling. I know. Stopping now, promise. Enjoy the short, short drabbles while I go flail in the direction of an empty word doc.
Title: More Than That
Prompt: Horace Slughorn/Blaise Zabini + Hogwarts Express - drabble tag with valkyriekat
Rating: G
Word Count: 177
Blaise lingers a moment outside of Slughorn’s compartment, out of sorts. He’s used to all the attention, it’s nothing new. His mother takes great pleasure in showing him off, but Blaise can’t help but feel a bit claustrophobic after being in that man’s presence. It’s not that he hates him or doesn’t respect the impressive qualities the man has - in his potions, his life’s work, everything. No, there is just an uneasiness he doesn’t like.
The man glances his way and there’s a hard edge to his eyes. Is there something he's missing? He isn’t fond of Mudbloods and blood traitors, but surely Slughorn doesn’t think that matters. He is, after all, his mother’s son. He is expected to act a certain way. Then he remembers Slughorn pointing out he is more than that, will be far better than his mother in more ways than one. How was he supposed to react to that?
For now, Blaise forgets and vows to think of it in the future. When it matters. When he can do something about it.
Title: Trust
Challenge: bwfd_ldws
Words: 275
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff. Lots and lots of fluff.
Author's Notes: I seem to have a thing for the picture prompts.
Bill wrapped an arm around Fleur, grinning as she leaned into his side and enveloped his waist in a half hug. They were a little tipsy from winter celebration, both having drunk more than intended, but the cold air helped to sober them up, and they enjoyed a moment stolen alone together. Just walking was enough. No magic, no green fires, nothing to take them home but each other and the wish to be home. To Shell Cottage, where they belonged.
He fumbled to find purchase on the walkway as they continued on. They weren’t too far from home by now, but the darkness that surrounded them, enveloping them in a blanket of cool night air, made it difficult to navigate. Fleur’s grip around his waist tightened and she whispered, “I ‘ave you, no need to worry.” Words he could trust, words he would trust until the day he died.
Slowing his pace, he pulled Fleur closer to him as well, reveling in the warmth and the happiness that filled him to the brim more than alcohol ever could. “I love you,” he said softly, brushing her blond bangs out of her nearly glowing blue eyes.
“I already know zat,” Fleur remarked, a slight to slur to usually immaculate tone. “Tell me something I do not know and surprise me, mon amour.”
Bill merely leaned forward and placed a kiss on her nose. “Nothing left to tell.”
A pretty flush spread across Felur’s pale, snow covered cheeks. The silence that engulfed them on their way home, instilled by the gentle lull of the year’s first snowfall, was more comfortable that it had ever been before.
Title: More Than That
Prompt: Horace Slughorn/Blaise Zabini + Hogwarts Express - drabble tag with valkyriekat
Rating: G
Word Count: 177
Blaise lingers a moment outside of Slughorn’s compartment, out of sorts. He’s used to all the attention, it’s nothing new. His mother takes great pleasure in showing him off, but Blaise can’t help but feel a bit claustrophobic after being in that man’s presence. It’s not that he hates him or doesn’t respect the impressive qualities the man has - in his potions, his life’s work, everything. No, there is just an uneasiness he doesn’t like.
The man glances his way and there’s a hard edge to his eyes. Is there something he's missing? He isn’t fond of Mudbloods and blood traitors, but surely Slughorn doesn’t think that matters. He is, after all, his mother’s son. He is expected to act a certain way. Then he remembers Slughorn pointing out he is more than that, will be far better than his mother in more ways than one. How was he supposed to react to that?
For now, Blaise forgets and vows to think of it in the future. When it matters. When he can do something about it.
Title: Trust
Challenge: bwfd_ldws
Words: 275
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff. Lots and lots of fluff.
Author's Notes: I seem to have a thing for the picture prompts.
Bill wrapped an arm around Fleur, grinning as she leaned into his side and enveloped his waist in a half hug. They were a little tipsy from winter celebration, both having drunk more than intended, but the cold air helped to sober them up, and they enjoyed a moment stolen alone together. Just walking was enough. No magic, no green fires, nothing to take them home but each other and the wish to be home. To Shell Cottage, where they belonged.
He fumbled to find purchase on the walkway as they continued on. They weren’t too far from home by now, but the darkness that surrounded them, enveloping them in a blanket of cool night air, made it difficult to navigate. Fleur’s grip around his waist tightened and she whispered, “I ‘ave you, no need to worry.” Words he could trust, words he would trust until the day he died.
Slowing his pace, he pulled Fleur closer to him as well, reveling in the warmth and the happiness that filled him to the brim more than alcohol ever could. “I love you,” he said softly, brushing her blond bangs out of her nearly glowing blue eyes.
“I already know zat,” Fleur remarked, a slight to slur to usually immaculate tone. “Tell me something I do not know and surprise me, mon amour.”
Bill merely leaned forward and placed a kiss on her nose. “Nothing left to tell.”
A pretty flush spread across Felur’s pale, snow covered cheeks. The silence that engulfed them on their way home, instilled by the gentle lull of the year’s first snowfall, was more comfortable that it had ever been before.