I've been busy
And it's another drabble dump.
Title: A New Home
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: The mermaid in the Prefects' bathroom
Summary: The mermaid comes to terms with her new home.
Word Count: 150
Author's Notes: Written for HiH's Smarmy Society's Portrait Drabble Challenge.
I was visiting my cousins in Scotland. Went for a solitary swim around the lake, because it's so different and creepy. I heard odd noises behind me, then … no more.
Everything was wrong. I could feel the sun, it was warm, pleasant. I was in the water, yet I wasn't. Moving felt - strange. I opened my eyes and was no longer in the lake.
My surroundings were bright and cheerful. They reminded me of home, the Mediterranean. With a sinking feeling, I somehow knew that I would never see my home again.
Before I could dwell on that thought, two humans arrived. They stopped, pointing at me and talking. I didn't understand their language, but the way they looked at me so admiringly …
I flung my hair over my shoulder and winked at them. Their blush made me giggle. Maybe I would like it here after all.
Title: Poor Draco!
Rating/Warnings: PG/a little bit of swearing
Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Summary: Draco has been badly hurt. Pansy is there to comfort him.
Word Count: 298
Author's Notes: Written for Slytherin's May writing prompt 'sharp' and for hh_writersblock challenge 'hurt/comfort'.
Draco yelped as the sharp claws ripped open his arm. He jumped back, then dropped to his knees, clutching the arm to his chest. Fuck, it hurt! Stupid creature! And stupid Hagrid, that imbecile!
He dropped to the ground and whimpered as blood soaked through his shirtsleeve. There was noise all around him, but what stood out were Hagrid's booming attempts to get the Hippogriff to back away and Pansy's high-pitched shrieks. Draco groaned.
He was swept up into Hagrid's arms, who jogged up to the castle to drop him off in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey fixed him up in no time, but at his insistence agreed with an annoyed frown to put his arm in a sling.
Back in the common room, he was immediately surrounded by a group of his housemates.
"Are you all right, Draco?" Crabbe asked concernedly. Goyle stood behind him and stared at Draco's arm.
"I've been better," Draco snarled. "That stupid oaf, the beast could have killed me."
"Does it hurt much, Draco?" Pansy purred as she gently stroked his bandaged arm.
"It's pretty bad, yeah." Draco nodded sadly.
"Oh, you poor thing, come, why don't you sit down." She lead him over to one of the armchair and knelt beside him. She took his hand in her own and whispered, "Anything I can do to make it better?"
"Well …" Draco hesitated, distracted by the smirks plastered on the Slytherin boys' faces. Blaise mouthed 'Poor Draco', fluttering his eyelashes.
"Oh, fuck off!" Draco was annoyed.
"But … Draco!" Pansy protested.
"Oh, not you, love, Zabini is making fun of me."
Pansy turned around in disgust. "Blaise, how can you? Can't you see Draco is hurt?"
As Blaise tried to look suitably sympathetic, Draco winked at him behind Pansy's back.
Title: Dangerous Whispers
Rating/Warnings: PG/none
Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco sees something he should never have seen.
Word Count: 324
Author's Notes: Written for Slytherin's May writing prompt 'whispers' and hh_writersblock challenge 'nightmares'.
His nightmares got worse as the school year wore on. Draco couldn't explain to his dorm mates why he had yet again woken up screaming.
As vocal as he was when he was in his nightmares' thrall, they were quiet. Eerily so.
It was always dark, but he recognised the Manor. He was standing in the hallway outside his bedroom in his nightshirt. It was cold and he rubbed his arms through the thin silk that covered them. He never remembered why he was standing in the hallway in the middle of the night. It didn't seem to make sense until he heard the voices. Faint whispers, too quiet to have woken him, but what else could it have been?
He crept along the hallway, following the faint voices that seemed to echo through the quiet house. Their was light in his father's study, the door opened just a fraction. Draco approached it cautiously, knowing that his father didn't approve of him being out of bed in the middle of the night.
He peered inside and saw his father talking to a man, who fidgeted nervously in his armchair. His father was facing away from the door, and thus Draco dared open the door a bit more. His father nodded as the man's stammered. The way Lucius Malfoy held his wineglass and the cigar told Draco that his father was actually pretty bored. Draco focussed his attention on the other man. He looked out of place in the Manor, mousy and nervous and, the oddest thing of all, he was wearing a turban, although he didn't look foreign.
It was then that Draco looked into the large mirror behind the man, located to the side so that his father couldn't see the reflection that Draco saw. His turban had slipped from the back of his head and there was a red light emitted from the folds of cloth. A pair of eyes!
Draco screamed.
Title: Life is Good
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: Horace Slughorn
Summary: Horace enjoys life.
Word Count: 204
Author's Notes: Written for Slytherin's May writing prompt 'Horace Slughorn' and for hh_writersblock challenge 'candy'.
Horace Slughorn glanced around in satisfaction. His new office looked fabulous! He was seated in an over-large, extra-comfortable armchair with his feet resting on a little puffy. On his belly he had balanced a box of crystallised pineapple. He picked a piece from time to time, inspecting it with a happy smile before he popped it into his mouth. His moustache danced as he chewed the treat.
Yes, being back at Hogwarts wasn't bad, not bad at all! No need to change residence any longer. And there were quite a few promising students he had eagerly invited to his Slug Club. He gazed fondly at the photographs showcased on the mantle - a magically enlarged mantle to make room for them all.
It was a good thing to be a figure of influence and respect, for the people who had made a name for themselves after Horace had recognised their talent, but mainly for Horace himself. He reached for the glass of elf-made wine, which was standing on the small table by his side, next to a dusty, and no doubt very expensive bottle. Horace took a healthy sip to wash down the pineapple, then stretched with a contented sigh. Yes, life was good!
Title: Freudian Slip
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: George Weasley/Pansy Parkinson/(Fred Weasley)
Summary: Just a normal meeting between George and Pansy, although this one turns out just a little different.
Word Count: 350
Author's Notes: Written for sortinghatdrabs. Thank you, thrihyrne for the beta.
George left a trail of kisses on Pansy's belly. She relaxed and dropped her knees to the side. She didn't have to wait long for the teasing kisses on her inner thigh.
Next was a tentative tongue dipping between her folds. Her moan invited George to explore further. Pansy smirked at the thought of her fellow Slytherins' reaction. Before long, though, other thoughts became quite impossible as George began to gently suck her clit.
Pleasure coursed through her body as she moved up her hips to meet George's eager mouth, who hummed in approval and sped up. His hands found her breasts, pinching her nipples. Pansy's hips bucked and she moaned, "Yesss …" making George's hands move back down to steady her squirming body. It wasn't long before all feeling gathered in Pansy's core, only to explode outward in waves of pure ecstasy. Her body arched off the bed.
"Fred!" she screamed.
Pansy collapsed back onto the bed with George on top of her. < I >Oh fuck,< /i > she thought after a while. They never talked about Fred. They both missed him, Pansy mainly because it made their erotic adventures lack that distinct thrill.
Pansy felt George's tears gently drip onto her belly and trail down to mingle with his saliva and her juices. She told herself she didn't feel guilty; this was a fuck - no more, no less. She ought to feel annoyed that her fuckbuddy had a breakdown - and not one of post-coital bliss! - right after he'd brought her off. Pansy blinked away the tears prickling in her eyes. She reached down and stroked George's hair lightly.
"I'm sorry, George," she whispered.
George wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "Yeah well, accidents happen, I suppose." He was staring at the wall, not meeting Pansy's eyes. "Looks like we've got company." He grinned.
And sure enough, when Pansy turned around, there was none other than a pearly-white Fred, his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face that was betrayed by the twinkle in his eyes. "Started without me, have you?"
Title: Professor
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairings: Severus/Ron/Remus
Summary: Severus goes back to teach to Hogwarts. He gets some help to get back into the swing of things.
Word Count: 377
Author's Notes: Written for my darling tjwritter because she loves Sev, Remus and Ron :)
"What's the matter with you?" Ron looked at a grumpier than usual Snape, who was unsuccessfully hiding his scowl behind the paper.
"Quiet, you insolent brat!" Snape snarled.
Ron looked questioningly at Remus, who provided the necessary information in a stage whisper: "Minerva asked him to come back to teach at Hogwarts."
"Oh, so you're going?"
"Of course I am, someone must earn the money in this household after all!" Severus glared at the other two men.
"Point taken," Remus conceded lightly, although Ron could tell the statement had hurt him.
"So you're in a foul mood to practise, to get the old Dungeon Bat groove back?" Ron enquired lightly to steer the conversation away from Remus's unemployability.
"Ron!" Remus warned.
"What? Isn't it true? Aren't you using us as practice students? Admit it, Severus!"
Snape's glare was answer enough. Ron grinned as an idea formed in his mind.
~~*~~
When Severus got back home from his meeting with Minerva, he entered an empty and quiet house. Typical, he thought. When you needed them, they were gone. No doubt out having fun when he, Severus, was trying to come to terms with his old, yet new position as Potions Master.
Grumpily, he entered the bedroom - and stopped at the sight before him. They had transfigured everything so that the room looked like his old Dungeon classroom. There was a board, his desk, candles flickered along the flagstone walls, but most importantly, there were two figures dressed in Gryffindor school uniforms. Both of them looked down at their hands, which were neatly clasped on the wooden surface of a student's desk.
Severus swallowed. Audibly so, as Ron look up at him through his fringe, one side of his mouth drawn up in a wicked grin. Remus stood up and addressed Severus in a timid voice: "We are here for our detention, Professor."
Severus groaned. How on earth was he supposed to ever give proper detentions at Hogwarts now when they would all remind him of this? Still, this opportunity was too good to let pass.
"That you are, Mr Lupin. You will be cleaning cauldrons tonight. No magic!"
"And no clothes," he added as an afterthought, smirking as he looked into the incredulous faces of his lovers.
Title: A New Home
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: The mermaid in the Prefects' bathroom
Summary: The mermaid comes to terms with her new home.
Word Count: 150
Author's Notes: Written for HiH's Smarmy Society's Portrait Drabble Challenge.
I was visiting my cousins in Scotland. Went for a solitary swim around the lake, because it's so different and creepy. I heard odd noises behind me, then … no more.
Everything was wrong. I could feel the sun, it was warm, pleasant. I was in the water, yet I wasn't. Moving felt - strange. I opened my eyes and was no longer in the lake.
My surroundings were bright and cheerful. They reminded me of home, the Mediterranean. With a sinking feeling, I somehow knew that I would never see my home again.
Before I could dwell on that thought, two humans arrived. They stopped, pointing at me and talking. I didn't understand their language, but the way they looked at me so admiringly …
I flung my hair over my shoulder and winked at them. Their blush made me giggle. Maybe I would like it here after all.
Title: Poor Draco!
Rating/Warnings: PG/a little bit of swearing
Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Summary: Draco has been badly hurt. Pansy is there to comfort him.
Word Count: 298
Author's Notes: Written for Slytherin's May writing prompt 'sharp' and for hh_writersblock challenge 'hurt/comfort'.
Draco yelped as the sharp claws ripped open his arm. He jumped back, then dropped to his knees, clutching the arm to his chest. Fuck, it hurt! Stupid creature! And stupid Hagrid, that imbecile!
He dropped to the ground and whimpered as blood soaked through his shirtsleeve. There was noise all around him, but what stood out were Hagrid's booming attempts to get the Hippogriff to back away and Pansy's high-pitched shrieks. Draco groaned.
He was swept up into Hagrid's arms, who jogged up to the castle to drop him off in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey fixed him up in no time, but at his insistence agreed with an annoyed frown to put his arm in a sling.
Back in the common room, he was immediately surrounded by a group of his housemates.
"Are you all right, Draco?" Crabbe asked concernedly. Goyle stood behind him and stared at Draco's arm.
"I've been better," Draco snarled. "That stupid oaf, the beast could have killed me."
"Does it hurt much, Draco?" Pansy purred as she gently stroked his bandaged arm.
"It's pretty bad, yeah." Draco nodded sadly.
"Oh, you poor thing, come, why don't you sit down." She lead him over to one of the armchair and knelt beside him. She took his hand in her own and whispered, "Anything I can do to make it better?"
"Well …" Draco hesitated, distracted by the smirks plastered on the Slytherin boys' faces. Blaise mouthed 'Poor Draco', fluttering his eyelashes.
"Oh, fuck off!" Draco was annoyed.
"But … Draco!" Pansy protested.
"Oh, not you, love, Zabini is making fun of me."
Pansy turned around in disgust. "Blaise, how can you? Can't you see Draco is hurt?"
As Blaise tried to look suitably sympathetic, Draco winked at him behind Pansy's back.
Title: Dangerous Whispers
Rating/Warnings: PG/none
Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco sees something he should never have seen.
Word Count: 324
Author's Notes: Written for Slytherin's May writing prompt 'whispers' and hh_writersblock challenge 'nightmares'.
His nightmares got worse as the school year wore on. Draco couldn't explain to his dorm mates why he had yet again woken up screaming.
As vocal as he was when he was in his nightmares' thrall, they were quiet. Eerily so.
It was always dark, but he recognised the Manor. He was standing in the hallway outside his bedroom in his nightshirt. It was cold and he rubbed his arms through the thin silk that covered them. He never remembered why he was standing in the hallway in the middle of the night. It didn't seem to make sense until he heard the voices. Faint whispers, too quiet to have woken him, but what else could it have been?
He crept along the hallway, following the faint voices that seemed to echo through the quiet house. Their was light in his father's study, the door opened just a fraction. Draco approached it cautiously, knowing that his father didn't approve of him being out of bed in the middle of the night.
He peered inside and saw his father talking to a man, who fidgeted nervously in his armchair. His father was facing away from the door, and thus Draco dared open the door a bit more. His father nodded as the man's stammered. The way Lucius Malfoy held his wineglass and the cigar told Draco that his father was actually pretty bored. Draco focussed his attention on the other man. He looked out of place in the Manor, mousy and nervous and, the oddest thing of all, he was wearing a turban, although he didn't look foreign.
It was then that Draco looked into the large mirror behind the man, located to the side so that his father couldn't see the reflection that Draco saw. His turban had slipped from the back of his head and there was a red light emitted from the folds of cloth. A pair of eyes!
Draco screamed.
Title: Life is Good
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: Horace Slughorn
Summary: Horace enjoys life.
Word Count: 204
Author's Notes: Written for Slytherin's May writing prompt 'Horace Slughorn' and for hh_writersblock challenge 'candy'.
Horace Slughorn glanced around in satisfaction. His new office looked fabulous! He was seated in an over-large, extra-comfortable armchair with his feet resting on a little puffy. On his belly he had balanced a box of crystallised pineapple. He picked a piece from time to time, inspecting it with a happy smile before he popped it into his mouth. His moustache danced as he chewed the treat.
Yes, being back at Hogwarts wasn't bad, not bad at all! No need to change residence any longer. And there were quite a few promising students he had eagerly invited to his Slug Club. He gazed fondly at the photographs showcased on the mantle - a magically enlarged mantle to make room for them all.
It was a good thing to be a figure of influence and respect, for the people who had made a name for themselves after Horace had recognised their talent, but mainly for Horace himself. He reached for the glass of elf-made wine, which was standing on the small table by his side, next to a dusty, and no doubt very expensive bottle. Horace took a healthy sip to wash down the pineapple, then stretched with a contented sigh. Yes, life was good!
Title: Freudian Slip
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: George Weasley/Pansy Parkinson/(Fred Weasley)
Summary: Just a normal meeting between George and Pansy, although this one turns out just a little different.
Word Count: 350
Author's Notes: Written for sortinghatdrabs. Thank you, thrihyrne for the beta.
George left a trail of kisses on Pansy's belly. She relaxed and dropped her knees to the side. She didn't have to wait long for the teasing kisses on her inner thigh.
Next was a tentative tongue dipping between her folds. Her moan invited George to explore further. Pansy smirked at the thought of her fellow Slytherins' reaction. Before long, though, other thoughts became quite impossible as George began to gently suck her clit.
Pleasure coursed through her body as she moved up her hips to meet George's eager mouth, who hummed in approval and sped up. His hands found her breasts, pinching her nipples. Pansy's hips bucked and she moaned, "Yesss …" making George's hands move back down to steady her squirming body. It wasn't long before all feeling gathered in Pansy's core, only to explode outward in waves of pure ecstasy. Her body arched off the bed.
"Fred!" she screamed.
Pansy collapsed back onto the bed with George on top of her. < I >Oh fuck,< /i > she thought after a while. They never talked about Fred. They both missed him, Pansy mainly because it made their erotic adventures lack that distinct thrill.
Pansy felt George's tears gently drip onto her belly and trail down to mingle with his saliva and her juices. She told herself she didn't feel guilty; this was a fuck - no more, no less. She ought to feel annoyed that her fuckbuddy had a breakdown - and not one of post-coital bliss! - right after he'd brought her off. Pansy blinked away the tears prickling in her eyes. She reached down and stroked George's hair lightly.
"I'm sorry, George," she whispered.
George wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "Yeah well, accidents happen, I suppose." He was staring at the wall, not meeting Pansy's eyes. "Looks like we've got company." He grinned.
And sure enough, when Pansy turned around, there was none other than a pearly-white Fred, his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face that was betrayed by the twinkle in his eyes. "Started without me, have you?"
Title: Professor
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairings: Severus/Ron/Remus
Summary: Severus goes back to teach to Hogwarts. He gets some help to get back into the swing of things.
Word Count: 377
Author's Notes: Written for my darling tjwritter because she loves Sev, Remus and Ron :)
"What's the matter with you?" Ron looked at a grumpier than usual Snape, who was unsuccessfully hiding his scowl behind the paper.
"Quiet, you insolent brat!" Snape snarled.
Ron looked questioningly at Remus, who provided the necessary information in a stage whisper: "Minerva asked him to come back to teach at Hogwarts."
"Oh, so you're going?"
"Of course I am, someone must earn the money in this household after all!" Severus glared at the other two men.
"Point taken," Remus conceded lightly, although Ron could tell the statement had hurt him.
"So you're in a foul mood to practise, to get the old Dungeon Bat groove back?" Ron enquired lightly to steer the conversation away from Remus's unemployability.
"Ron!" Remus warned.
"What? Isn't it true? Aren't you using us as practice students? Admit it, Severus!"
Snape's glare was answer enough. Ron grinned as an idea formed in his mind.
~~*~~
When Severus got back home from his meeting with Minerva, he entered an empty and quiet house. Typical, he thought. When you needed them, they were gone. No doubt out having fun when he, Severus, was trying to come to terms with his old, yet new position as Potions Master.
Grumpily, he entered the bedroom - and stopped at the sight before him. They had transfigured everything so that the room looked like his old Dungeon classroom. There was a board, his desk, candles flickered along the flagstone walls, but most importantly, there were two figures dressed in Gryffindor school uniforms. Both of them looked down at their hands, which were neatly clasped on the wooden surface of a student's desk.
Severus swallowed. Audibly so, as Ron look up at him through his fringe, one side of his mouth drawn up in a wicked grin. Remus stood up and addressed Severus in a timid voice: "We are here for our detention, Professor."
Severus groaned. How on earth was he supposed to ever give proper detentions at Hogwarts now when they would all remind him of this? Still, this opportunity was too good to let pass.
"That you are, Mr Lupin. You will be cleaning cauldrons tonight. No magic!"
"And no clothes," he added as an afterthought, smirking as he looked into the incredulous faces of his lovers.