Dramione LDWS Drabbles
So my first public writing attempt in over 10 years (my first since writing NSYNC Fanfiction as a freshman in high school), was for the Dramione LDWS at dmhgchallenge.livejournal.com this past fall. I made it through 3 rounds, which for my first public attempts, I was happy with. These were the drabbles:
Prompt: Platform 9 3/4
Title: Stepping into a New Beginning
Rating: G
Warnings: Just some 8th year Head Boy/Head Girl clichés... :-D
Hermione and Draco made a final sweep of the train, their last duties as Heads of Hogwarts. It had been a good year - no war, less prejudices, a budding romance between the two Heads. Hermione smiled at the thought.
At the end of the train, Draco stepped off. He reached his hand to Hermione’s as she descended. She slipped but he caught her as her knee skimmed the ground. Draco brushed hair from her face asking, “You okay, princess?” before kissing her. Hermione melted into the kiss until she realized her uninformed friends were across the platform, mouths agape.
Prompt: St. Mungo's
Title: Reminders
Rating: G
Warnings: None
"Welcome to St. Mungo’s Muggle/Magical Division."
"Granger? Of course it'd be you"
"Yes, indeed. So, your forearm? It’s not the Mark?"
"Right, let me show you. I had a nasty reaction while getting my final tattoo. They’re all muggle ink.”
“Wow, Draco, a full sleeve; they’re beautiful. But why?”
“... Atonement? It distracts others from the Mark.”
“But what do they mean? Cauldrons, candy, a soccer ball?”
“Snape, Dumbledore, Dean.”
“Wands, socks?”
“Ollivander, Dobby.”
“What will go in this empty space?”
“It’s not empty space, it’s a wrackspurt”
“Haha. What will this last one be?”
“Hogwarts, a History. For you”
Title: A Plea for Help in an Unlikely Place
Prompt: Flourish & Blotts
Rating: G
Warnings: Set between Order of The Phoenix and Half Blood Prince.
“Miss, Miss?”
Hermione looked down. “What’s wrong?”
The toddler held up his arms, and she picked him up.
“I scared to go home!”
“Why, sweetie?”
“The scary snake-man. He wants me to hurt Dumbum-Dubbld…, uh, the man with the firebird. Uncle Sevvy said you can help me!”
Uncle Sevvy? No, it couldn’t be. “Who are you?"
The boy said nothing but slipped the hat from his head, revealing white blond locks.
“Draco?! What? How?”
“Snape de-agededed me and brought me here so I could find you. Pwease help.”
“Oh dear,” she fretted, and exited the bookshop, heading for Grimmauld Place.
Prompt: Platform 9 3/4
Title: Stepping into a New Beginning
Rating: G
Warnings: Just some 8th year Head Boy/Head Girl clichés... :-D
Hermione and Draco made a final sweep of the train, their last duties as Heads of Hogwarts. It had been a good year - no war, less prejudices, a budding romance between the two Heads. Hermione smiled at the thought.
At the end of the train, Draco stepped off. He reached his hand to Hermione’s as she descended. She slipped but he caught her as her knee skimmed the ground. Draco brushed hair from her face asking, “You okay, princess?” before kissing her. Hermione melted into the kiss until she realized her uninformed friends were across the platform, mouths agape.
Prompt: St. Mungo's
Title: Reminders
Rating: G
Warnings: None
"Welcome to St. Mungo’s Muggle/Magical Division."
"Granger? Of course it'd be you"
"Yes, indeed. So, your forearm? It’s not the Mark?"
"Right, let me show you. I had a nasty reaction while getting my final tattoo. They’re all muggle ink.”
“Wow, Draco, a full sleeve; they’re beautiful. But why?”
“... Atonement? It distracts others from the Mark.”
“But what do they mean? Cauldrons, candy, a soccer ball?”
“Snape, Dumbledore, Dean.”
“Wands, socks?”
“Ollivander, Dobby.”
“What will go in this empty space?”
“It’s not empty space, it’s a wrackspurt”
“Haha. What will this last one be?”
“Hogwarts, a History. For you”
Title: A Plea for Help in an Unlikely Place
Prompt: Flourish & Blotts
Rating: G
Warnings: Set between Order of The Phoenix and Half Blood Prince.
“Miss, Miss?”
Hermione looked down. “What’s wrong?”
The toddler held up his arms, and she picked him up.
“I scared to go home!”
“Why, sweetie?”
“The scary snake-man. He wants me to hurt Dumbum-Dubbld…, uh, the man with the firebird. Uncle Sevvy said you can help me!”
Uncle Sevvy? No, it couldn’t be. “Who are you?"
The boy said nothing but slipped the hat from his head, revealing white blond locks.
“Draco?! What? How?”
“Snape de-agededed me and brought me here so I could find you. Pwease help.”
“Oh dear,” she fretted, and exited the bookshop, heading for Grimmauld Place.