Drabble-a-thon: Harry Potter
More drabbles, as requested in the Drabble-a-thon post. This time, Harry Potter pairings that don't feature Snape; all are exactly 100 words, rated PG-13 at most. ...damn, some of these were effin' hard to write (I'm looking at you, f).
Previous rounds were Star Trek, Star Wars, Snape, and Sherlock Holmes drabbles.
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For furiosity: Harry/Draco, happy ending (gnaa gnaa)
At Dawn and In Bed
After the war, things had been topsy-turvy: while Harry had become a hero through hard work, Draco was one because he had got lucky that one time, helping Harry kill Voldemort.
Two years on, lying beside Draco, Harry was thinking that perhaps, he was a lucky hero, too.
"Stop staring, Potter."
Harry started. "I thought you were sleeping."
"Well, your staring woke me up," Draco said and opened his eyes. "What're you doing awake?"
"I wanted to see the sunrise."
"You're mad," Draco said and closed his eyes again.
Harry glanced at the windows and smiled. "I suppose I am."
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For reddwarfer: Harry/Remus, first kiss
Before I Die
When the world is about to end, there are no morals, and ethics fall by the wayside. Harry had seen too many dreadful things to count his impulse as one; without further thought, he leaned over and kissed Remus Lupin.
"What... what was that about?" whispered Remus afterwards, his voice cracking.
Harry licked his lips. Remus tasted of dread and tea. "I'm working through my list of things to do before I die."
Remus's look of bewildered fear didn't go away. "And... kissing me was on that list?"
For the first time in days, Harry smiled. "Has been for years."
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For missdiane: Lucius/Vernon (!)
An Evening at Privet Drive
The man standing in his doorway was a wizard, tall and pale; his grey eyes held not a shred of warmth.
"Mr. Dursley?" he drawled.
"I am," Vernon said, drawing up to his full height. "What do you want?"
The man smiled, and the expression chilled Vernon's blood. "The Potter boy, of course."
"He... he isn't here. Who are you?"
The man stepped in, driving Vernon back until he was against the far wall. So close, Vernon could smell the magic and fine wine on his breath.
"My name is Malfoy. You and I, we're going to have a little... talk."
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For masterofmercury: Sirius/Remus/Harry, Harry asked Sirius to teach him how to ride a motorcycle, but Sirius misunderstood.
Close Enough
"Sirius!" Harry squeaked. "That's... close enough."
Sirius's laughter was as warm as his arms around Harry were. "I thought you said you wanted to learn how to ride on a motorcycle."
"Ride a motorcycle, I said!"
"My mistake."
"Sirius, stop it," said Lupin's voice from the doorway.
"Moony! We've had some wild times on this thing, haven't we?"
Lupin looked mortified, yet amused. "Times that Harry is too young to know about, though."
Harry flushed and willed away the imagery, but it was too late. Gazing at the ceiling, he hoped he wouldn't have to stand up any time soon.
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For cobweb_diamond: Cho/Padma, quill
Half Ink, Half Perfume
The quill was pink and to Cho, its scent seemed half ink, half perfume. Three days later, she caught the scent again.
"Padma, wait!"
Padma glanced around the hallway and then at Cho. "Yes?"
"I'm..." Cho said, distracted; it was Padma's hair that held the scent. Something spicy and lovely. "I found your quill. Here."
Padma smiled, her eyes twinkling. "I wondered where I'd left it."
When she gave the quill to Padma, their fleeting touch made Cho's skin prickle, like a too-hot bath. She found she liked the feeling as much as she liked the scent of Padma's hair.
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For redpiratemel: Hooch/McGonagall
Aftermath
The door flew open and banged against the wall. "Flint was clearly blagging!"
"Afternoon, Minerva," said Hooch and smiled. "An excellent game, wasn't it?"
McGonagall gesticulated like a windmill, pacing back and forth in front of Hooch's desk. "Flint! Blagging!"
"Gryffindor won. What more could you want?"
That seemed to stymie McGonagall. When Hooch caught her hand, she sighed. "I'm merely--"
"-- riled up by the foul play, yes. I know just the thing to take your mind off it."
"You do?"
Hooch grinned and took McGonagall's other hand as well. "Yes. It involves a bottle of wine and the bathtub."
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For monzz: Pansy/Hermione, prefects and house points
Two Compliments in Two Minutes
"Ten points to Gryffindor," Pansy said, sounding still a tad breathless.
"Oh, shut up. Prefects can't give house points."
From the foot of the bed, Pansy gave Hermione an amused glance. "That was a compliment, Granger."
Hermione felt too overheated to argue; she kicked the sheets off herself. "Is it just me, or is it hot in here?"
"It's just you that's hot."
"Two compliments in as many minutes?" Hermione made a show of pinching herself. "For managing that miracle alone, Slytherin deserves the house cup."
Pansy lifted her eyebrow. "You do realise Prefects can't give house points, don't you?"
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For sticckler: girl!Harry/Hermione
The Game of Two Hermiones
Harry groped at his groin and, finding everything intact, sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness."
"What, you thought it wouldn't grow back?" Hermione asked.
"I can't begin to tell you how frightening that was."
Hermione's laughter was infectuous and soon, Harry was laughing with her. Leaning against one another and the headboad, they giggled until they were breathless.
"So," said Hermione, wiping her eyes. "You really thought it wouldn't grow back? Should I feel insulted?"
Harry eyed her, a grin twitching at the corner of his mouth. "You just wait. It's your turn to take the Polyjuice next, you know."
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Scarily enough, of these, the Lucius/Vernon drabble is my favourite. *boggle*
In any case, I'm forty-one down, a couple more to go -- namely, a grab-bag of drabbles for Stargate SG-1, Jeeves&Wooster, Babylon 5, plus crossovers.
ETA: Damn. I just realised it's September 11. I still have four hours of taped Beeb World from that day that I haven't been able to watch again.
Previous rounds were Star Trek, Star Wars, Snape, and Sherlock Holmes drabbles.
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For furiosity: Harry/Draco, happy ending (gnaa gnaa)
At Dawn and In Bed
After the war, things had been topsy-turvy: while Harry had become a hero through hard work, Draco was one because he had got lucky that one time, helping Harry kill Voldemort.
Two years on, lying beside Draco, Harry was thinking that perhaps, he was a lucky hero, too.
"Stop staring, Potter."
Harry started. "I thought you were sleeping."
"Well, your staring woke me up," Draco said and opened his eyes. "What're you doing awake?"
"I wanted to see the sunrise."
"You're mad," Draco said and closed his eyes again.
Harry glanced at the windows and smiled. "I suppose I am."
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For reddwarfer: Harry/Remus, first kiss
Before I Die
When the world is about to end, there are no morals, and ethics fall by the wayside. Harry had seen too many dreadful things to count his impulse as one; without further thought, he leaned over and kissed Remus Lupin.
"What... what was that about?" whispered Remus afterwards, his voice cracking.
Harry licked his lips. Remus tasted of dread and tea. "I'm working through my list of things to do before I die."
Remus's look of bewildered fear didn't go away. "And... kissing me was on that list?"
For the first time in days, Harry smiled. "Has been for years."
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For missdiane: Lucius/Vernon (!)
An Evening at Privet Drive
The man standing in his doorway was a wizard, tall and pale; his grey eyes held not a shred of warmth.
"Mr. Dursley?" he drawled.
"I am," Vernon said, drawing up to his full height. "What do you want?"
The man smiled, and the expression chilled Vernon's blood. "The Potter boy, of course."
"He... he isn't here. Who are you?"
The man stepped in, driving Vernon back until he was against the far wall. So close, Vernon could smell the magic and fine wine on his breath.
"My name is Malfoy. You and I, we're going to have a little... talk."
* * * * *
For masterofmercury: Sirius/Remus/Harry, Harry asked Sirius to teach him how to ride a motorcycle, but Sirius misunderstood.
Close Enough
"Sirius!" Harry squeaked. "That's... close enough."
Sirius's laughter was as warm as his arms around Harry were. "I thought you said you wanted to learn how to ride on a motorcycle."
"Ride a motorcycle, I said!"
"My mistake."
"Sirius, stop it," said Lupin's voice from the doorway.
"Moony! We've had some wild times on this thing, haven't we?"
Lupin looked mortified, yet amused. "Times that Harry is too young to know about, though."
Harry flushed and willed away the imagery, but it was too late. Gazing at the ceiling, he hoped he wouldn't have to stand up any time soon.
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For cobweb_diamond: Cho/Padma, quill
Half Ink, Half Perfume
The quill was pink and to Cho, its scent seemed half ink, half perfume. Three days later, she caught the scent again.
"Padma, wait!"
Padma glanced around the hallway and then at Cho. "Yes?"
"I'm..." Cho said, distracted; it was Padma's hair that held the scent. Something spicy and lovely. "I found your quill. Here."
Padma smiled, her eyes twinkling. "I wondered where I'd left it."
When she gave the quill to Padma, their fleeting touch made Cho's skin prickle, like a too-hot bath. She found she liked the feeling as much as she liked the scent of Padma's hair.
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For redpiratemel: Hooch/McGonagall
Aftermath
The door flew open and banged against the wall. "Flint was clearly blagging!"
"Afternoon, Minerva," said Hooch and smiled. "An excellent game, wasn't it?"
McGonagall gesticulated like a windmill, pacing back and forth in front of Hooch's desk. "Flint! Blagging!"
"Gryffindor won. What more could you want?"
That seemed to stymie McGonagall. When Hooch caught her hand, she sighed. "I'm merely--"
"-- riled up by the foul play, yes. I know just the thing to take your mind off it."
"You do?"
Hooch grinned and took McGonagall's other hand as well. "Yes. It involves a bottle of wine and the bathtub."
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For monzz: Pansy/Hermione, prefects and house points
Two Compliments in Two Minutes
"Ten points to Gryffindor," Pansy said, sounding still a tad breathless.
"Oh, shut up. Prefects can't give house points."
From the foot of the bed, Pansy gave Hermione an amused glance. "That was a compliment, Granger."
Hermione felt too overheated to argue; she kicked the sheets off herself. "Is it just me, or is it hot in here?"
"It's just you that's hot."
"Two compliments in as many minutes?" Hermione made a show of pinching herself. "For managing that miracle alone, Slytherin deserves the house cup."
Pansy lifted her eyebrow. "You do realise Prefects can't give house points, don't you?"
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For sticckler: girl!Harry/Hermione
The Game of Two Hermiones
Harry groped at his groin and, finding everything intact, sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness."
"What, you thought it wouldn't grow back?" Hermione asked.
"I can't begin to tell you how frightening that was."
Hermione's laughter was infectuous and soon, Harry was laughing with her. Leaning against one another and the headboad, they giggled until they were breathless.
"So," said Hermione, wiping her eyes. "You really thought it wouldn't grow back? Should I feel insulted?"
Harry eyed her, a grin twitching at the corner of his mouth. "You just wait. It's your turn to take the Polyjuice next, you know."
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Scarily enough, of these, the Lucius/Vernon drabble is my favourite. *boggle*
In any case, I'm forty-one down, a couple more to go -- namely, a grab-bag of drabbles for Stargate SG-1, Jeeves&Wooster, Babylon 5, plus crossovers.
ETA: Damn. I just realised it's September 11. I still have four hours of taped Beeb World from that day that I haven't been able to watch again.