DH Flashback Drabble
Since I haven't contributed to fandom for so long, I thought of posting here the drabble I wrote for the Ron/Hermione DH Flashback Secret Gift Fic Exchange at Checkmated Forums ^-^ It has no title. Because they didn't ask for one, and since I suck with titles, I decided not to entitle this. So it's called "Untitled".
Thanks to anysomething for checking this! (I still took some licenses in my corrections, haha).
I'm hosting a little party tonight, I'm so happy! I'll have cupcakes topped with chocolate and lemon icing, (I made them already!), a chocolate cake with strawberry filling, pizzas, sandwiches and maybe daiquiris :P And Gossip Girl music, yay! Nice weekend, everybody!
Username: OtterAndTerrier
Requested by: Nundu
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: Peppermint stick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 411
His heart still hammered against his ribcage when he got into bed that night. The way they had managed to escape from Luna's house, it had been all thanks to her brilliant mind. All of it. He wasn't very inclined to think about what he'd done now that he was back, but considering it from a very logical point of view (something that she loved doing), it had been better that he had been the one to leave, instead of her, or instead of both of them leaving Harry. Neither Harry nor Ron would survive more than two days on the run without her. And he had found it was hard for him to survive without her, whether his life was at risk or not.
'Night, Hermione,' he ventured. After all, her annoyance was no longer dangling above him like a piercing sword, now that she reserved it for Harry and the hallows.
She looked at him from the lower bunk bed opposite to his, and for the first time since he was there again, with her, he felt like he could stare right back at her brown eyes without any fear, and so he did.
'It is true, then? What you said today... about you at Bill's?' she asked in a voice that intended to sound merely curious.
'Oh... yeah, of course. I... I understand why you don't believe me, but I really couldn't have made it to The Burrow. It was already hard enough to be...'
Maybe shut up, Ron.
'Er, it's not much, but I have here... um...'
Ron reached for his old rucksack and rummaged into its depths. When he found what he was looking for, he didn't immediately take it out, but stared at it for a moment.
Bit chipped, but still good. I reckon.
'Here. There weren't a lot of these amongst the French sweets, but I remembered you liked...'
Hermione silently took the cane-shaped candy wrapped in cellophane he was offering her. His Christmas at Shell Cottage hadn't been particularly wonderful, and not because Bill and Fleur hadn't been welcoming. He had felt so angry with himself that night, again, thinking of the Christmas Harry and Hermione would have, lost in some bloody freezing woods, that he had promised he would find them.
'A peppermint stick? Oh... thanks.'
Pathetic, Ron, you are pathetic.
She smiled to herself when she took the candy, and the warmth of their hands met for a moment.
'Good night.'
***
[Go read all of the lovely drabbles here.]
Oh, just one more thing. I keep reading and reviewing all of the amazing stories for the RHr Big Bang, and I'm sad because I only got 6 reviews. Seriously, 6? Is my story so bad that nobody care even to give me a pitiful review? Because I don't see how I can improve my writing if I don't get encouragement or constructive criticism. I don't want to beg people to review, but... I know that it's been read, why can't people who read it leave at least a 'Lovely, nice job'.
(There should be a *raising eyebrows* icon-something)
Thanks to anysomething for checking this! (I still took some licenses in my corrections, haha).
I'm hosting a little party tonight, I'm so happy! I'll have cupcakes topped with chocolate and lemon icing, (I made them already!), a chocolate cake with strawberry filling, pizzas, sandwiches and maybe daiquiris :P And Gossip Girl music, yay! Nice weekend, everybody!
Username: OtterAndTerrier
Requested by: Nundu
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: Peppermint stick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 411
His heart still hammered against his ribcage when he got into bed that night. The way they had managed to escape from Luna's house, it had been all thanks to her brilliant mind. All of it. He wasn't very inclined to think about what he'd done now that he was back, but considering it from a very logical point of view (something that she loved doing), it had been better that he had been the one to leave, instead of her, or instead of both of them leaving Harry. Neither Harry nor Ron would survive more than two days on the run without her. And he had found it was hard for him to survive without her, whether his life was at risk or not.
'Night, Hermione,' he ventured. After all, her annoyance was no longer dangling above him like a piercing sword, now that she reserved it for Harry and the hallows.
She looked at him from the lower bunk bed opposite to his, and for the first time since he was there again, with her, he felt like he could stare right back at her brown eyes without any fear, and so he did.
'It is true, then? What you said today... about you at Bill's?' she asked in a voice that intended to sound merely curious.
'Oh... yeah, of course. I... I understand why you don't believe me, but I really couldn't have made it to The Burrow. It was already hard enough to be...'
Maybe shut up, Ron.
'Er, it's not much, but I have here... um...'
Ron reached for his old rucksack and rummaged into its depths. When he found what he was looking for, he didn't immediately take it out, but stared at it for a moment.
Bit chipped, but still good. I reckon.
'Here. There weren't a lot of these amongst the French sweets, but I remembered you liked...'
Hermione silently took the cane-shaped candy wrapped in cellophane he was offering her. His Christmas at Shell Cottage hadn't been particularly wonderful, and not because Bill and Fleur hadn't been welcoming. He had felt so angry with himself that night, again, thinking of the Christmas Harry and Hermione would have, lost in some bloody freezing woods, that he had promised he would find them.
'A peppermint stick? Oh... thanks.'
Pathetic, Ron, you are pathetic.
She smiled to herself when she took the candy, and the warmth of their hands met for a moment.
'Good night.'
***
[Go read all of the lovely drabbles here.]
Oh, just one more thing. I keep reading and reviewing all of the amazing stories for the RHr Big Bang, and I'm sad because I only got 6 reviews. Seriously, 6? Is my story so bad that nobody care even to give me a pitiful review? Because I don't see how I can improve my writing if I don't get encouragement or constructive criticism. I don't want to beg people to review, but... I know that it's been read, why can't people who read it leave at least a 'Lovely, nice job'.
(There should be a *raising eyebrows* icon-something)