Drabblematic!
here are two drabbles that were produced using the drabblematic very stupid, both Hermione/Cedric... but so funny.
Sedentary Lang Syne
Hermione sipped franticly at her drink and stood sedentary behind a lemon drop. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel magnificent and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how gorgeous her neck got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Hermione knew very well why she was at the party: to see Cedric.
Ah, Cedric. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his nutritious cheek made Hermione's heart beat like a dance that sparks a fire in the hearts of thousands.
But tonight everyone was masked. Hermione peered vivaciously through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Cedric. There, she thought, the man over by the wand, the robust one with the dragon mask. It had to be Cedric. No one else could look so magenta, even in a dragon mask.
He began to walk Hermione's way and Hermione started to panic. What if he actually talked to Hermione?
Cedric came right up to Hermione and Hermione thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Cedric said stupidly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the kitten," Hermione said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so zany.
Just then, a tender voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Hermione's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Cedric might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Cedric swept Hermione into his arms, bent her in the castle, and kissed Hermione honorably, slipping her the tongue and groping her knee.
Hermione could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out boldly and pulled Cedric's mask off his face. It was Cedric! "I knew it was you," Hermione said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Cedric said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Hermione watched him go. He would be right back, Hermione was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Boldly Tripping
Hermione tripped along stupidly. She was on her way to meet her lover, Cedric, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a dragon hopping along, carrying a kitten in its mouth.
Hermione was almost in the castle when she came across a sedentary cake, lying alone on a magnificent plate. "That must be a treat from my gorgeous bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked robust, so she ate it.
It gave her the most tender tingling sensation in her neck. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Cedric.
When Cedric came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Hermione cried franticly.
"Your knee! And your cheek!" Cedric said. "They're zany! Can't you feel it?"
Hermione felt her knee and her cheek. They were indeed quite zany. "Oh, no!" Hermione said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that sedentary cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Cedric said. "I got you a wand. It must have been that magenta man who lives nearby. He acts a little honorably, ever since he tasted a lemon drop."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Hermione sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Cedric said vivaciously, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your knee is really nutritious like that."
"Really?" Hermione dried his tears. Hermione kissed Cedric and it was an entirely frivolous sensation, like a dance that sparks a fire in the hearts of thousands.
They spent the night having entirely frivolous sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Sedentary Lang Syne
Hermione sipped franticly at her drink and stood sedentary behind a lemon drop. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel magnificent and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how gorgeous her neck got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Hermione knew very well why she was at the party: to see Cedric.
Ah, Cedric. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his nutritious cheek made Hermione's heart beat like a dance that sparks a fire in the hearts of thousands.
But tonight everyone was masked. Hermione peered vivaciously through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Cedric. There, she thought, the man over by the wand, the robust one with the dragon mask. It had to be Cedric. No one else could look so magenta, even in a dragon mask.
He began to walk Hermione's way and Hermione started to panic. What if he actually talked to Hermione?
Cedric came right up to Hermione and Hermione thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Cedric said stupidly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the kitten," Hermione said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so zany.
Just then, a tender voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Hermione's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Cedric might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Cedric swept Hermione into his arms, bent her in the castle, and kissed Hermione honorably, slipping her the tongue and groping her knee.
Hermione could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out boldly and pulled Cedric's mask off his face. It was Cedric! "I knew it was you," Hermione said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Cedric said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Hermione watched him go. He would be right back, Hermione was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Boldly Tripping
Hermione tripped along stupidly. She was on her way to meet her lover, Cedric, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a dragon hopping along, carrying a kitten in its mouth.
Hermione was almost in the castle when she came across a sedentary cake, lying alone on a magnificent plate. "That must be a treat from my gorgeous bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked robust, so she ate it.
It gave her the most tender tingling sensation in her neck. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Cedric.
When Cedric came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Hermione cried franticly.
"Your knee! And your cheek!" Cedric said. "They're zany! Can't you feel it?"
Hermione felt her knee and her cheek. They were indeed quite zany. "Oh, no!" Hermione said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that sedentary cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Cedric said. "I got you a wand. It must have been that magenta man who lives nearby. He acts a little honorably, ever since he tasted a lemon drop."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Hermione sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Cedric said vivaciously, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your knee is really nutritious like that."
"Really?" Hermione dried his tears. Hermione kissed Cedric and it was an entirely frivolous sensation, like a dance that sparks a fire in the hearts of thousands.
They spent the night having entirely frivolous sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.