Voting! Week Seven
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Please read the voting rules:
1. Do not vote for yourself and do not ask others to vote for you.
2. If you entered the challenge, you are REQUIRED to vote.
3. Vote for a MOST and LEAST favorite drabble. Votes for just Most Favorite will NOT be counted!
4. Please vote for the NUMBER of the drabble, not the name of it. Just makes it easier :)
5. Please remember the prompt when voting: Shadows and drabble must be 315 words exactly
6. Voting will close Wednesday at 11:59pm EST
Results will be posted Thursday. Have fun!
1.
Author: deathlydragon
Title: Declaration of Love
Words: 315
Rating: PG
“I feel a little haunted,” James told his brother, while they walked through an empty corridor, bathed in darkness because of the night.
Albus chuckled. “Sure, it’s Valentine’s Day and all the girls want to pimp your ego.” He cleared his throat. “As though you needed that…”
“Haha,” James shoved Albus against the wall and froze at the sound of a soft curse, frowning as his brother stumbled backwards.
“Guess I found your Stalker,” Albus hissed, clenching his fists as Scorpius Malfoy made a step out of the shadows, looking like the supervillain in one of those B-movies.
“Malfoy was certainly not stalking me,” James said, grinning. “He just likes the darkness.” Actually, Malfoy was clinging to a box of chocolate with a pink ribbon tied around it. James gulped as he saw Malfoy’s pouty mouth.
“Yeah, sure. And these are for me,” Albus said, pointing at the box, which disappeared behind Scorpius’ back. “You run, James, I hold him back.”
James rolled his eyes. “It’s okay, Al. You run, I hold him back.” He pushed Albus away, before he turned back to Scorpius, who slowly pulled out the box of chocolate again, cheeks filling with color. “Al, get lost!” James shouted and finally his brother disappeared in the shadows, his figure flashing up in the torchlight once in a while.
“They aren’t poisoned,” Scorpius mumbled, holding the box out to James, who took it after an even deeper shade of red appeared on Scorpius’ cheeks.
James nodded. “Now…?”
Scorpius lowered his head slightly, looking up at James through dark eyelashes. “Now what?”
“Declare your love,” James said dramatically, spreading out his arms. And suddenly Scorpius flung his arms around James’ neck and kissed him on the mouth. Before James was able to respond Scorpius pulled his mouth away and shoved him against the wall, disappearing in the shadows again as fast as he could.
2.
Author: valkyriekat
Title: Vipera Evanasca
Words: 315 exactly
Rating: All Audiences
When Scorpius came to Hogwarts, James Sirius Potter knew he'd go to any length he could to make Scorpius's life hell. He was,after all, a worse-than-useless Slytherin like his entire worse-than-useless family. He jinxed him, he charmed his parchment and quill out the window, he hexed him with carefully reckless abandon.
He got detention a fair few times ... the few fair times when he actually got caught.
Scorpius always turned beet red and refused to retaliate. James considered this base cowardice and “no fun.” He was proud to say he was just like his grandfather and his cohort Sirius, all the way.
They were at it again, in a deserted corridor of the West wing.
“Why don't you fight back, you coward!” James roared as Scorpius flinched, “Going to run away now, tail between your legs?”
“You're no better than any bully,” said Scorpius, a shadow darkening his face. He raised his wand. “I've had it with you.”
“What are you going to do, pick your nose with your wand and give me an offering?” chided James. He knew he was way ahead of Scorpius in magic.
“Serpentsortia!” yelled Scorpius. An old family favourite. He hated old family favourties. He hated the lot of them. But mostly, he hated James, and was willing to use any means to get back at him after half a year of torture.
A large cobra burst from the end of his wand, and snaked it's way toward James.
“Whoa! Vipera Evanasca!” James yelped. The snake didn't vanish. “Vipera Evanasca!” he tried again. Nothing. Scorpius looked scared and calculating at the same time. What the?
“Vipera Evanasca!” bellowed Scorpius. The snake crumpled in on itself, fiery, and vanished. “You leave me alone, or I'll tell the whole school!”
“What?” said James, perplexed.
“That you're a Parselmouth.”
There was a silence. “Deal,” James said. “Done deal.”
3.
Author: literaryspell
Title: Atlas
Words: 315
Rating: PG
Scorpius came to school with shadows behind his eyes.
James somehow knew, the way people know which way is up when they’re underwater, that Scorpius had secrets.
It showed in the slow, considering way he ate his food. It showed in the careful, precise way he styled his silly blond hair. It was in way he narrowed his eyes and looked askance, contemplating something James could never understand.
James had never wanted to be a hero. He didn't have that “saving people thing.” He let people go on with their lives without thinking about how he could help or make it better. He loved his family; he was loyal and kind, but it had honestly never occurred to him that he might want to change things.
So it almost felt like a waste when he realized he had to save Scorpius.
All these years and he could have been helping others. All these years trying to relate to his father and feeling selfish and inadequate in comparison and now he wanted to save someone? And Scorpius Malfoy?
As James watched Scorpius sitting by the lake, perfectly still as though dead, he thought about what he knew. The Malfoys would never beat their son. It just wasn’t couth.
But pressure was sneakier sort of abuse, and everyone knew Scorpius had to be perfect.
Perfect grades, perfect record, perfect future. Save the family name. Save the Pureblood way of life. Save the Malfoy line.
But Scorpius wasn’t perfect. He was flawed and angry and beautiful. And someone should really save him.
James knew about pressure. The pressure on him was subtle but heavy, weighing him down, weighing him.
But James decided he could handle a little more, if it meant Scorpius had a little less.
And seeing Scorpius lighter was suddenly worth the weight of the world.
He cleared his throat. Scorpius turned, surprised.
4.
Author: open_atclose
Title: Awake
Words: 315
Rating: PG-13 for implied sex and kissing
Scorpius Malfoy had never cared much for shadows.
He was too blunt, too straightforward to bother with the dark - the stumbling, the grappling with walls and holding onto doorknobs just to walk around. It was better to get things over and done with in the light of day. You could look people in the eye during the daytime hours, when the sun shone and there were no accidental bruises or bumps in the night. No, Scorpius Malfoy did not enjoy shadows, nor, coincidentally, did he enjoy the dark.
There were moments, however, that required the dark. Grappling and stumbling in shadows, accidental bruises that were only found the day after. The bruised lips after too much kissing, the bruised elbows and knees from the almost violent struggles to dominate.
It was the only time he liked shadows.
At those moments, he didn’t want to see into James Potter’s eyes, didn’t want to watch the light blaze and then die in them as they both had their fill of each other and then had to turn away, in the dark, in the shadows, and pretend, in the light of day, that they were enemies.
Scorpius Malfoy would never admit it, but he imagined that their shadows were almost identical. When they melted together in the darkness, locked in embrace under Harry Potter’s famous Invisibility Cloak in empty classrooms or bathrooms, Scorpius Malfoy wondered if, maybe, they were meant to fit together. He wondered whether the past’s prejudice and their families would ever allow it.
Those shadows allowed him to imagine, to hope.
The daylight, though, brought him back to reality.
He remembered that he was a Malfoy, and James was a Potter, and the only warning he’d left home with was stay away from those damn Potters.
Scorpius Malfoy never cared much for shadows. Shadows were for dreaming, and he wasn’t a dreamer. He was awake.
5.
Author: hamimifk
Title: Shadows in the Dark
Words: 315
Rating: R (For heavy petting.)
Lips pressed tightly as two young men roll about in the dark. Fingers in hair, melded one to the other in the dark bedroom. They move like ghosts against shadows, bed creaking quietly as they drift from one shadow to the next. In the next room James parents, slept quietly. A silencing spell soundproofed the wall between them as James cried out, a slight bit louder then he had meant to. In their haste, their wands had been swallowed by the dark and had only been used to soundproof the one wall and lock the door before they fell tangled into the bed.
Even with no light, James Sirius can still see the pale blond strains in his hands as Scorpius kisses a path down his chest. Malfoy smirks in the dark when he hears James moan but quickly bites his lip to drown it out. However, as a Malfoy, Scorpius enjoys the taste of conflict on his lips and he's determined to make his long time friend cry out for him. Damn be whom hears. His smooth lips touch an exposed nipple as his hands grab boldly at the package between James legs. Potter bites his lip harder, tasting blood as he fights the need to vocalize his lust. He knows what game Scorpius is playing and if he wasn't pinned and too aroused to care, James would try to fight to keep Scorpius from having his way. Maybe.
As it is, the blond is already stroking him through his pants, purposely teasing. Scorpius loves the control he has over his friend and has no trouble making James squirm and silently plea for release. That's not what he wants to hear and teeth bite into flesh to make a point. Instantly, James responses with a sharp cry. The night will proceed like this until Scorpius gets his way. He has the patience for it.
6.
Author: hereticalvision
Title: The Shadow of Your Smile
Words: 315
Rating: R
Warning (spoiler): Highlight to read: incest
James Sirius Potter, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Head Boy and future Minister for Magic, is chalk-white, trembling with suppressed tension, his voice even shaking a little as he begs Scorpius Malfoy, pureblood scum, poor student and all round Huffle-duffer, "Please don't tell anyone, please, please don't tell anyone."
Scorpius should be enjoying the power but he just feels sick.
Of the Potters, Scorpius liked Al. Al had the decency to be a Slytherin, breaking with a tradition he thumbed his nose at over and over again by eschewing Quidditch, shaving his head at age to stop looking like his father, and befriending all the Death Eater's children not in some outreach program like you could expect from Rose Weasley but because, "I can't think of anyone else as tired of that shit as I am."
Scorpius never liked James. James was an exact copy of his father with his mother's colouring. James was the one with the sports toned body, with the rough low voice and no finesse whatsoever. So, naturally, James was the one Scorpius had thought of during his nightly wank, fisting his cock with one hand, the sheet with the other and echoing, James, James, James in his head.
Scorpius never told Al, some instinct stopping him. But Al must have known. Al is a Slytherin, Scorpius reminds himself, thinking of his father and grandfather and shuddering. Slytherins always know.
Two hours ago, Scorpius had been making his nightly prefect-patrol through the shadows of the dim school corridors when he'd rounded a corner to see Al on his knees with his brother's cock in his mouth, his brother's fist in his hair.
Scorpius had made some noise and James had gaped at him in horror, chased him down the corridor, begged him to keep the secret.
The serene triumph in Al's eyes as he'd straightened up, Scorpius would never forget.
7.
Author: saurab
Title: Bikes
Words: 315
Rating: G
It was amazing how little Scorpius knew about Muggles. Not knowing about phones or cinemas was understandable; James didn’t know how these things worked half the time.
But how could Scorpius not know anything about bikes? Or even seen one?
“Do you ever leave your manor, Scorpius?” James asked incredulously, once they were seated in the shadow of a big oak tree.
“Of course I do!” Scorpius answered. He was glaring suspiciously at the bike James had brought with him.
“I find that hard to believe.” James smirked. He was kind of enjoying Scorpius’ sudden discomfort.
“How does this thing work, anyway?” Scorpius had his arms crossed and his nose in the air, acting as if he couldn’t care less about ‘a simple, plebeian Muggle device.’
James waved a hand at the general direction of the bike. “I can show you,” he said.
“Do it.”
“You just saw me on it a moment ago. Wouldn’t you try?”
“Why should I? I don’t care.” Scorpius’ tone was bored, but James noticed his tense shoulders. He laughed.
“You’re not scared, are you?”
“Of course I’m not!” Scorpius spluttered. “This thing just can’t be trusted. How do you know it won’t just collapse?”
“Because Muggles know what they’re doing?” James suggested, earning a disbelieving glance from Scorpius. “Seriously, they do. Muggles travel with these things all the time! Consider it a Muggle version of a broom if you want.”
“It’s not a broom. There’s no magic to support it!”
“No, but there’s gravity.”
Scorpius sent him a blank look. James sighed. “We have a long way to go …” he murmured.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. You know what? It’s up to you. If you don’t want to learn, because you’re scared to, that’s fine.”
This worked -
“I’m not scared.”
- all the time
“Then show me.”
“I will then!”
James just shrugged, giving a mental cheer.
Poll Next Gen Drabbles Week 7
VOTING CLOSED
Please read the voting rules:
1. Do not vote for yourself and do not ask others to vote for you.
2. If you entered the challenge, you are REQUIRED to vote.
3. Vote for a MOST and LEAST favorite drabble. Votes for just Most Favorite will NOT be counted!
4. Please vote for the NUMBER of the drabble, not the name of it. Just makes it easier :)
5. Please remember the prompt when voting: Shadows and drabble must be 315 words exactly
6. Voting will close Wednesday at 11:59pm EST
Results will be posted Thursday. Have fun!
1.
Author: deathlydragon
Title: Declaration of Love
Words: 315
Rating: PG
“I feel a little haunted,” James told his brother, while they walked through an empty corridor, bathed in darkness because of the night.
Albus chuckled. “Sure, it’s Valentine’s Day and all the girls want to pimp your ego.” He cleared his throat. “As though you needed that…”
“Haha,” James shoved Albus against the wall and froze at the sound of a soft curse, frowning as his brother stumbled backwards.
“Guess I found your Stalker,” Albus hissed, clenching his fists as Scorpius Malfoy made a step out of the shadows, looking like the supervillain in one of those B-movies.
“Malfoy was certainly not stalking me,” James said, grinning. “He just likes the darkness.” Actually, Malfoy was clinging to a box of chocolate with a pink ribbon tied around it. James gulped as he saw Malfoy’s pouty mouth.
“Yeah, sure. And these are for me,” Albus said, pointing at the box, which disappeared behind Scorpius’ back. “You run, James, I hold him back.”
James rolled his eyes. “It’s okay, Al. You run, I hold him back.” He pushed Albus away, before he turned back to Scorpius, who slowly pulled out the box of chocolate again, cheeks filling with color. “Al, get lost!” James shouted and finally his brother disappeared in the shadows, his figure flashing up in the torchlight once in a while.
“They aren’t poisoned,” Scorpius mumbled, holding the box out to James, who took it after an even deeper shade of red appeared on Scorpius’ cheeks.
James nodded. “Now…?”
Scorpius lowered his head slightly, looking up at James through dark eyelashes. “Now what?”
“Declare your love,” James said dramatically, spreading out his arms. And suddenly Scorpius flung his arms around James’ neck and kissed him on the mouth. Before James was able to respond Scorpius pulled his mouth away and shoved him against the wall, disappearing in the shadows again as fast as he could.
2.
Author: valkyriekat
Title: Vipera Evanasca
Words: 315 exactly
Rating: All Audiences
When Scorpius came to Hogwarts, James Sirius Potter knew he'd go to any length he could to make Scorpius's life hell. He was,after all, a worse-than-useless Slytherin like his entire worse-than-useless family. He jinxed him, he charmed his parchment and quill out the window, he hexed him with carefully reckless abandon.
He got detention a fair few times ... the few fair times when he actually got caught.
Scorpius always turned beet red and refused to retaliate. James considered this base cowardice and “no fun.” He was proud to say he was just like his grandfather and his cohort Sirius, all the way.
They were at it again, in a deserted corridor of the West wing.
“Why don't you fight back, you coward!” James roared as Scorpius flinched, “Going to run away now, tail between your legs?”
“You're no better than any bully,” said Scorpius, a shadow darkening his face. He raised his wand. “I've had it with you.”
“What are you going to do, pick your nose with your wand and give me an offering?” chided James. He knew he was way ahead of Scorpius in magic.
“Serpentsortia!” yelled Scorpius. An old family favourite. He hated old family favourties. He hated the lot of them. But mostly, he hated James, and was willing to use any means to get back at him after half a year of torture.
A large cobra burst from the end of his wand, and snaked it's way toward James.
“Whoa! Vipera Evanasca!” James yelped. The snake didn't vanish. “Vipera Evanasca!” he tried again. Nothing. Scorpius looked scared and calculating at the same time. What the?
“Vipera Evanasca!” bellowed Scorpius. The snake crumpled in on itself, fiery, and vanished. “You leave me alone, or I'll tell the whole school!”
“What?” said James, perplexed.
“That you're a Parselmouth.”
There was a silence. “Deal,” James said. “Done deal.”
3.
Author: literaryspell
Title: Atlas
Words: 315
Rating: PG
Scorpius came to school with shadows behind his eyes.
James somehow knew, the way people know which way is up when they’re underwater, that Scorpius had secrets.
It showed in the slow, considering way he ate his food. It showed in the careful, precise way he styled his silly blond hair. It was in way he narrowed his eyes and looked askance, contemplating something James could never understand.
James had never wanted to be a hero. He didn't have that “saving people thing.” He let people go on with their lives without thinking about how he could help or make it better. He loved his family; he was loyal and kind, but it had honestly never occurred to him that he might want to change things.
So it almost felt like a waste when he realized he had to save Scorpius.
All these years and he could have been helping others. All these years trying to relate to his father and feeling selfish and inadequate in comparison and now he wanted to save someone? And Scorpius Malfoy?
As James watched Scorpius sitting by the lake, perfectly still as though dead, he thought about what he knew. The Malfoys would never beat their son. It just wasn’t couth.
But pressure was sneakier sort of abuse, and everyone knew Scorpius had to be perfect.
Perfect grades, perfect record, perfect future. Save the family name. Save the Pureblood way of life. Save the Malfoy line.
But Scorpius wasn’t perfect. He was flawed and angry and beautiful. And someone should really save him.
James knew about pressure. The pressure on him was subtle but heavy, weighing him down, weighing him.
But James decided he could handle a little more, if it meant Scorpius had a little less.
And seeing Scorpius lighter was suddenly worth the weight of the world.
He cleared his throat. Scorpius turned, surprised.
4.
Author: open_atclose
Title: Awake
Words: 315
Rating: PG-13 for implied sex and kissing
Scorpius Malfoy had never cared much for shadows.
He was too blunt, too straightforward to bother with the dark - the stumbling, the grappling with walls and holding onto doorknobs just to walk around. It was better to get things over and done with in the light of day. You could look people in the eye during the daytime hours, when the sun shone and there were no accidental bruises or bumps in the night. No, Scorpius Malfoy did not enjoy shadows, nor, coincidentally, did he enjoy the dark.
There were moments, however, that required the dark. Grappling and stumbling in shadows, accidental bruises that were only found the day after. The bruised lips after too much kissing, the bruised elbows and knees from the almost violent struggles to dominate.
It was the only time he liked shadows.
At those moments, he didn’t want to see into James Potter’s eyes, didn’t want to watch the light blaze and then die in them as they both had their fill of each other and then had to turn away, in the dark, in the shadows, and pretend, in the light of day, that they were enemies.
Scorpius Malfoy would never admit it, but he imagined that their shadows were almost identical. When they melted together in the darkness, locked in embrace under Harry Potter’s famous Invisibility Cloak in empty classrooms or bathrooms, Scorpius Malfoy wondered if, maybe, they were meant to fit together. He wondered whether the past’s prejudice and their families would ever allow it.
Those shadows allowed him to imagine, to hope.
The daylight, though, brought him back to reality.
He remembered that he was a Malfoy, and James was a Potter, and the only warning he’d left home with was stay away from those damn Potters.
Scorpius Malfoy never cared much for shadows. Shadows were for dreaming, and he wasn’t a dreamer. He was awake.
5.
Author: hamimifk
Title: Shadows in the Dark
Words: 315
Rating: R (For heavy petting.)
Lips pressed tightly as two young men roll about in the dark. Fingers in hair, melded one to the other in the dark bedroom. They move like ghosts against shadows, bed creaking quietly as they drift from one shadow to the next. In the next room James parents, slept quietly. A silencing spell soundproofed the wall between them as James cried out, a slight bit louder then he had meant to. In their haste, their wands had been swallowed by the dark and had only been used to soundproof the one wall and lock the door before they fell tangled into the bed.
Even with no light, James Sirius can still see the pale blond strains in his hands as Scorpius kisses a path down his chest. Malfoy smirks in the dark when he hears James moan but quickly bites his lip to drown it out. However, as a Malfoy, Scorpius enjoys the taste of conflict on his lips and he's determined to make his long time friend cry out for him. Damn be whom hears. His smooth lips touch an exposed nipple as his hands grab boldly at the package between James legs. Potter bites his lip harder, tasting blood as he fights the need to vocalize his lust. He knows what game Scorpius is playing and if he wasn't pinned and too aroused to care, James would try to fight to keep Scorpius from having his way. Maybe.
As it is, the blond is already stroking him through his pants, purposely teasing. Scorpius loves the control he has over his friend and has no trouble making James squirm and silently plea for release. That's not what he wants to hear and teeth bite into flesh to make a point. Instantly, James responses with a sharp cry. The night will proceed like this until Scorpius gets his way. He has the patience for it.
6.
Author: hereticalvision
Title: The Shadow of Your Smile
Words: 315
Rating: R
Warning (spoiler): Highlight to read: incest
James Sirius Potter, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Head Boy and future Minister for Magic, is chalk-white, trembling with suppressed tension, his voice even shaking a little as he begs Scorpius Malfoy, pureblood scum, poor student and all round Huffle-duffer, "Please don't tell anyone, please, please don't tell anyone."
Scorpius should be enjoying the power but he just feels sick.
Of the Potters, Scorpius liked Al. Al had the decency to be a Slytherin, breaking with a tradition he thumbed his nose at over and over again by eschewing Quidditch, shaving his head at age to stop looking like his father, and befriending all the Death Eater's children not in some outreach program like you could expect from Rose Weasley but because, "I can't think of anyone else as tired of that shit as I am."
Scorpius never liked James. James was an exact copy of his father with his mother's colouring. James was the one with the sports toned body, with the rough low voice and no finesse whatsoever. So, naturally, James was the one Scorpius had thought of during his nightly wank, fisting his cock with one hand, the sheet with the other and echoing, James, James, James in his head.
Scorpius never told Al, some instinct stopping him. But Al must have known. Al is a Slytherin, Scorpius reminds himself, thinking of his father and grandfather and shuddering. Slytherins always know.
Two hours ago, Scorpius had been making his nightly prefect-patrol through the shadows of the dim school corridors when he'd rounded a corner to see Al on his knees with his brother's cock in his mouth, his brother's fist in his hair.
Scorpius had made some noise and James had gaped at him in horror, chased him down the corridor, begged him to keep the secret.
The serene triumph in Al's eyes as he'd straightened up, Scorpius would never forget.
7.
Author: saurab
Title: Bikes
Words: 315
Rating: G
It was amazing how little Scorpius knew about Muggles. Not knowing about phones or cinemas was understandable; James didn’t know how these things worked half the time.
But how could Scorpius not know anything about bikes? Or even seen one?
“Do you ever leave your manor, Scorpius?” James asked incredulously, once they were seated in the shadow of a big oak tree.
“Of course I do!” Scorpius answered. He was glaring suspiciously at the bike James had brought with him.
“I find that hard to believe.” James smirked. He was kind of enjoying Scorpius’ sudden discomfort.
“How does this thing work, anyway?” Scorpius had his arms crossed and his nose in the air, acting as if he couldn’t care less about ‘a simple, plebeian Muggle device.’
James waved a hand at the general direction of the bike. “I can show you,” he said.
“Do it.”
“You just saw me on it a moment ago. Wouldn’t you try?”
“Why should I? I don’t care.” Scorpius’ tone was bored, but James noticed his tense shoulders. He laughed.
“You’re not scared, are you?”
“Of course I’m not!” Scorpius spluttered. “This thing just can’t be trusted. How do you know it won’t just collapse?”
“Because Muggles know what they’re doing?” James suggested, earning a disbelieving glance from Scorpius. “Seriously, they do. Muggles travel with these things all the time! Consider it a Muggle version of a broom if you want.”
“It’s not a broom. There’s no magic to support it!”
“No, but there’s gravity.”
Scorpius sent him a blank look. James sighed. “We have a long way to go …” he murmured.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. You know what? It’s up to you. If you don’t want to learn, because you’re scared to, that’s fine.”
This worked -
“I’m not scared.”
- all the time
“Then show me.”
“I will then!”
James just shrugged, giving a mental cheer.
Poll Next Gen Drabbles Week 7