Reaction (Prompt: Sleep) // Department of Mysteries (Prompt: Fairy lights)
Two more 100-words drabbles! I wrote these on Friday, but I didn't want to spam people so soon :P I reread the second one after I wrote it, and the aclaration comes in the title, and in the notes because, while I managed to expressed some things, references to time and space are... not there. My titles suck, je suis désolé.
***
Title: Reaction
Prompt: Sleep
Rating: PG
Word Count (should be 100 words exactly): 100
Warnings: None
Notes: This would be placed shortly after Rose was born, her parents are exahusted as expected, but they lean on each other ^-^ I thought of this one when I got home after classes on Friday, at 5pm, and headed to bed for a short nap. I didn't feel quite like undressing. Bit of inspiration from Outlander. And also, as soon as I'm free of other writings, I'll be writing a ficlet with daddy!Ron and mummy!Hermione :D
'Go and try to sleep,' Ron had said, taking the baby from her. When he climbed up with a soundly asleep Rose, Hermione was lying on the bed, half dressed and not showered.
Placing their daughter on the cot with a tender kiss, he softly dropped next to Hermione. The expression in her face, the depth of her slumber showed she was drained.
Ron slid a hand under the covers, caressing her back. Further down, he found naked legs. His touch on her skin was electric: Hermione's lip slightly curved in a sweet smile, then relaxed.
'I love you too.'
***
Title: Department of Mysteries
Prompt: Fairy lights
Rating: G
Word Count (should be 100 words exactly): 100
Warnings: None
Notes: After the trio, Ginny, Luna and Neville broke into the Ministry of Magic in OotP. Both Ron and Hermione were severely injured, and it's something that touched me deeply. I've always wondered what kind of after effects the curse that hit Hermione and the thoughts on Ron's arms left. Perhaps I'll write about it some day ;)
The pain had waited long enough, but with her consciousness regained, it attacked full-forcedly. The first sound that escaped her throat was a muffled groan. Her head spun: she turned sideways to avoid being sick. She heard a soft rustling. She hadn't had time to hear anything before, but now she wanted to find the source. Perhaps somebody could explain...
Her eyes only allowed her a blurry, narrow opening.
Something sparkly danced ahead.
Fairies, she thought. She had never seen real fairies.
'Hermione. How... how do you feel?'
Fairies couldn't manage such a male deep, velvet soft voice.
'R-Ron?'
***
I'm very happy because yesterday I uploaded the three past drabbles and three RHr stamps to my Deviantart, and since then, faves and reviews have drove me crazy xD It's nice, no? And also, one of my favourite artists joined my group ^-^
Yesterday lectura35 sent me Dragonfly in Amber, but I've only read the prologue so far because... I started a new manipulation. It's going great, I'm confident you'll like it ^-^
And I told "boy-I-chat-with" about Outlander (because I'm always rambling about it on Twitter, lol), and he was interested :D I've got the power of convincing people, sometimes.