The "April Prompts Bring May Drabbles" Drabblethon: Day Five!
The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.
15. For lapillus, whose prompt was "Harry, Dumbledore, Dobby (gen PLEASE!). Tome, Tea, Purple."
A New Profession (G; Harry, Dumbledore, Dobby; 100 words)
"They're calling it the 'Purple Tome of Purpler Prose', Harry explained to Dumbledore, who was smiling down on the author from his frame, "but the romance is really rather understated."
Dobby "popped!" into the room, bearing tea and biscuits. When he saw the book, his ears quivered.
"Harry Potter has brought his great book!"
Harry chuckled. "I don't know how 'great' it is, but people seem to like it."
"There's no need to be modest, dear boy," Albus replied. "The world needs its stories, no matter how . . . passionate-and it's good to see you in control of your own happy ending."
16. For lapillus, whose prompt was "Harry/Snape. Cloudberry, potion, flying."
A Life Worth Loving (G; Snarry; 200 words)
Harry added the cloudberry to his potion and stirred it with the figure-eight motion his lover had taught him to employ. The pale green liquid bubbled lightly, and then settled into a quiet simmer.
"Well, I think it's finished," he called.
Severus, carrying their little godsons, Fred and George, entered the workroom and glanced into the cauldron approvingly. "Well, gentleman"-Harry smirked at how formal Severus was with Ron and Hermione's children-"I believe that you will soon be flying."
The boys crowed their joy and scrambled down out of "Sev'rus'" arms, eager to taste "Hawwy's" gift to them.
"You'll be in terrible trouble with their mother, you know," Severus whispered, favoring Harry with the indulgent, loving expression that was for him alone.
"Hermione only said they weren't allowed onto 'any broomstick'. She never told me that they couldn't fly."
"Brat. I should contact her at once. You know how she gets when-"
"Can we? Please?" the boys cried.
"You pwomised!" Fred protested.
"'Promised'!" George corrected his brother.
Severus, who, of course, had not meant his threat, relented. "Oh, very well."
He was rewarded with two enthusiastic hugs, and, looking into Harry's eyes, he knew a third "hug" was yet to come.
17. For soberloki, whose prompt was "Severus Snape/George Weasley: filament, gracious, and panic."
Kept (NC-17; Severus/George; 150 words)
Made gracious by satiation, Severus reached down to caress away the pearlescent filament of his desire for George, drawing up the sticky substance and sucking it into his mouth. "I told you there was no cause to panic," he said softly, stroking his lover's hair with his other hand. "I was only collecting potions ingredients."
George wrapped his arms around Severus' waist and buried his face in the older wizard's hips. "But Fred told me there'd been an attack, and-"
Kneeling, Severus pulled George into a hug and rocked him. "I promised you, you might remember, that I would always come home if you were here waiting for me, didn't I?"
George pulled a little away so that he could smile up into Severus' eyes. "I love a man who keeps his promises."
"I love you for worrying."
"And Fred thinks I'm crazy for loving you."
"Oh, but you are."