harry potter uncanon drabble-a-thon
harry potter uncanon drabble-a-thon
RULES:
1. All characters must be at least of consensual age (sixteen!) in order to be written sexually.
2. All genres are welcome! Slash, Het, Femmeslash, Angst, Romance, Humor, ANYTHING. Just make sure it fits the prompt! :)
3. No "seconding" prompts! It doesn't help get anything written, so just write it ( Read more... )
RULES:
1. All characters must be at least of consensual age (sixteen!) in order to be written sexually.
2. All genres are welcome! Slash, Het, Femmeslash, Angst, Romance, Humor, ANYTHING. Just make sure it fits the prompt! :)
3. No "seconding" prompts! It doesn't help get anything written, so just write it ( Read more... )
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omg, first comment?!
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Thank you bb!
*resistates you with some Ron/Draco further down*
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Fucking wench, she thought nastily, throwing herself upon the small bed nestled under the window. Stupid completely insufferable snobby twat!
The image of a beautiful, silver haired woman floated in front of her eyes. Ginny snorted in indignation, unable to believe the gall of the veela-descendant. To look down her long, elegant nose at Ginny with that look of disdain was just…Ginny balled her fists, trying not to ruin her bed sheets with her fury. She found the tall, statuesque woman to be worse when Bill was around, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t terrible all the time anyway. She’s like some nasty little thing you can’t get rid of, Ginny thought to herself. Like phlegm. She giggled slightly at her own wit.
Later that night, Ginny sighed with resignation, quietly closing Fleur’s door behind her as she moved back down the hall to her own room, wiping her lips as she went.
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stoopid LJ, putting my comments in the wrong places...
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Everything was good. Her limbs were good, if only she'd know where they were. Not that important. They felt good, anyway, even if she didn't really feel them.
And then there was that incessant thought like an annoying fly: don't you have night watch tonight?
Oh, ooooh, right. Well, if she could assemble her legs she'd be fine.
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The thought of this is just hilarious :P
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Hermione lingers by it for a moment, trailing her fingers over the keys. She presses one, not hard enough to make a sound, then moves on.
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"I told Draco," Hermione says.
"You didn't," hisses Pansy, as if denying a thing is enough to undo it.
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"We can't keep doing this," Hermione insists.
Pansy tuts. "If you really meant that you'd use a more original line. Now come back to bed, we've still twenty minutes."
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"I should tell Draco," Hermione muses. "This just doesn't feel right."
"This doesn't feel right?" Pansy kisses Hermione's thigh; her fingers creep still higher ( ... )
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