The "April Prompts Bring May Drabbles" Drabblethon: Day Fifteen!
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.
46. For riantlykalopsic, whose prompt was "Sirius/Regulus/Bellatrix: sun, liquid, puppies."
Last Conversation (NC-17; Sirius/Regulus/Bellatrix; 100 words)
When they were younger and wont to roll all over one another like puppies in the liquid sun, Bellatrix had come with their names on her lips: "Sirius! Regulus! Gods!"
But the bitch worshiped him, now, and she'd made Regulus love the bastard.
"You've stolen him from me!"
"Don't be stupid, Sirius. Regulus understands the glory of our-"
"Lord?" he snapped, grabbing her by her shoulders and throwing her into the wall. "Does your 'Dark Lord' shag you, then?"
"He's above that sort of-"
Sirius bit into Bellatrix's throat, silencing her. "Then how can a slag like you follow him?"
47. For wendywoowho, whose prompt was "Molly and Lily: chardonay, wisdom, notes."
Memento (G; Molly, Lily; 100 words)
The postcard is from Chardonnay, where Lily and James went on their post-graduation hols, and its picture-side features a lovely array of wine bottles. On its writing-side, Lily had written, "You're the best friend ever, Mol! Your notes worked-I followed all suggestions-and now we're engaged! Such wisdom in a short person is dangerous, they say. That's true enough because now I'm stuck with the git. Love to Arthur." A little farther down, James had added, "The 'git' objects to being so called and asserts that he is one hell of a happy prat! Love to the bun in your oven."
48. For stasia, whose prompt was "girl!Severus/Dolores Umbridge; toejam, toast, tea."
Tea and Tits (PG-13; Girl!Severus/Dolores Umbridge; 100 words)
"That Longbottom is a menace, isn't he?" Dolores asked the little, buxom, sour-faced girl who so recently had been Hogwarts' Potions master.
"Yes, ma'am," Severus said, looking about herself in confusion. "Who am I again?"
"Oh, poor dear. You'll remember in the morning. Now stop looking as if I'm going to ask you to spread toe-jam on toast and sit down to tea."
"The accident-it's not permanent?"
"Why no, darling girl. It's an easy thing to undo," Dolores replied, spelling locked her office door and beginning to unbutton her blouse-for such opportunities to indulge were rare-"and I shall help you."
49. For hill_, whose prompt was "Ron/Draco: freckles spanking getting caught."
What Harry Was Missing (NC-17; Ron/Draco; 100 words)
Draco was always afraid of getting caught by Potter returning to the dormitory when he was laid over Ron's lap receiving a spanking for having been discovered counting the Weasel's freckles in class, but he couldn't help staring at Ron just the same. The thought of those big, warm, calloused hands smacking his arse, cupping his balls, fisting his cock made him crazy.
"Hit me . . . harder, please! I'm such . . . such a bad boy!"
Ron's response was to jab his thumb inside Draco's arse and twist it. "Did I tell you to speak, you prat?"
It made Draco shudder and buck.