more drabbles
for dmhgchallenge
march 2011 - murder - "Kill caustic"
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
“Stupefy!”
Hermione’s spell finally hit its target and Malfoy fell on the ground in a shower of red lights. Draco and Hermione were in a clearing in the Forbidden Forest, catching their breath.
“I cannot let you hand Harry over to Voldemort,” Hermione declared gravely, her chest raising rapidly.
Draco turned to stare up at her, “And that’s how you thank me for not selling you and your friends right away when you were brought to my house, since you were stupid enough to pronounce His name out loud?” he smirked darkly.
Hermione’s grip tightened when she spelled, “Avada Kedavra”.
june 2011 - father - "Sunshine all night"
Rating: G
Warnings: none
He’s been pacing the brightly lit hallway for the past couple of hours, stopping in front of the closed door every time he passed by it. For Merlin’s beard, the wait was undoubtedly killing him!
Right when Hermione’s friend hurried into the maternity ward, clearly woken up by a frantic late night owl, a Healer opened the door, followed by the piercing shrill of a baby.
“Mr Malfoy? Congratulations, it’s a boy,” the midwife beamed, letting everybody in.
Hermione looked tired but smiled satisfied at Draco and her best friends, rocking the bundle between her arms.
“Say hi to daddy…”
-°-°-°-°-
for sortinghatdrabs
april 2011 - drinking games (Blaise/Seamus) - "It goes unsaid"
Words: 126
Rating: PG
Warnings: underage drinking
This drinking game is taking a turn that Blaise wouldn’t enjoy if he weren’t drunk. Or maybe he would but pretend he does not.
“Have you ever…felt another boy up?” Seamus asks cockily, eyes hazed in alcohol induced mist.
“Nope,” Blaise replies firmly but amused, “Now you, Finnigan. Do you…have a crush on somebody?”
Seamus stiffens and it doesn’t pass unnoticed. His already red cheeks turn even brighter and he hides it taking a sip of the bottle of Firewhiskey they sneaked in school.
Blaise smirks, “Maybe I am your crush?”
Seamus glares and mutters, “I hate you.”
“You love me,” Blaise casually leans more comfortably in the armchair.
Seamus finds himself staring at Zabini’s stretched body and hastily looks away, chugging half the bottle down.
march 2011 - murder - "Kill caustic"
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
“Stupefy!”
Hermione’s spell finally hit its target and Malfoy fell on the ground in a shower of red lights. Draco and Hermione were in a clearing in the Forbidden Forest, catching their breath.
“I cannot let you hand Harry over to Voldemort,” Hermione declared gravely, her chest raising rapidly.
Draco turned to stare up at her, “And that’s how you thank me for not selling you and your friends right away when you were brought to my house, since you were stupid enough to pronounce His name out loud?” he smirked darkly.
Hermione’s grip tightened when she spelled, “Avada Kedavra”.
june 2011 - father - "Sunshine all night"
Rating: G
Warnings: none
He’s been pacing the brightly lit hallway for the past couple of hours, stopping in front of the closed door every time he passed by it. For Merlin’s beard, the wait was undoubtedly killing him!
Right when Hermione’s friend hurried into the maternity ward, clearly woken up by a frantic late night owl, a Healer opened the door, followed by the piercing shrill of a baby.
“Mr Malfoy? Congratulations, it’s a boy,” the midwife beamed, letting everybody in.
Hermione looked tired but smiled satisfied at Draco and her best friends, rocking the bundle between her arms.
“Say hi to daddy…”
-°-°-°-°-
for sortinghatdrabs
april 2011 - drinking games (Blaise/Seamus) - "It goes unsaid"
Words: 126
Rating: PG
Warnings: underage drinking
This drinking game is taking a turn that Blaise wouldn’t enjoy if he weren’t drunk. Or maybe he would but pretend he does not.
“Have you ever…felt another boy up?” Seamus asks cockily, eyes hazed in alcohol induced mist.
“Nope,” Blaise replies firmly but amused, “Now you, Finnigan. Do you…have a crush on somebody?”
Seamus stiffens and it doesn’t pass unnoticed. His already red cheeks turn even brighter and he hides it taking a sip of the bottle of Firewhiskey they sneaked in school.
Blaise smirks, “Maybe I am your crush?”
Seamus glares and mutters, “I hate you.”
“You love me,” Blaise casually leans more comfortably in the armchair.
Seamus finds himself staring at Zabini’s stretched body and hastily looks away, chugging half the bottle down.