Prompt ficlets
A little while ago, I asked for some prompts for ficlets. I finished the first batch tonight so here they are. All work safe, although a few are suggestive.
For jenadamson - Sirius and Remus child-mind Harry. The prompt: bubbles
It was just after lunch when Sirius and Remus took little Harry out into the garden to enjoy the sun that would set too soon. The Order had been given a rare few days of peace and quiet, so James and Lily had decided to go to Diagon Alley to stock up on some supplies and actually get out of the house. All of them felt claustrophobic, being stuck at Grimmauld Place, but they knew it was for their safety.
Sirius and Remus had agreed to stay behind and watch eleven-month-old Harry, who had been sleeping when his parents left. Sirius had taken advantage of the almost empty house by doing things to Remus that the very thought of would leave him blushing in civil company. When the baby had woken, Sirius had changed his nappy while Remus got his bottle and food ready, and once Harry was dry, fed, and happy, they took him outside into the fresh air.
“See here, Moony,” Sirius said, holding Harry to him with one hand while the other reached for his wand. “He loves this.” Sirius waved his wand and bubbles started to pour out the tip; they took the shape of various animals as they floated up into the sky. Harry waved his hands excitedly at the bubbles and his godfather grinned. “Up you go, little man.” With another wave and a few muttered words, Harry was levitated up into the air to chase the bubbles.
Remus, who was sprawled comfortably on the grass, rolled his eyes. “Don’t let Lily catch you floating her son in the air, Padfoot. You know she hates when you do it.”
“Which is exactly why I do it,” Sirius replied smugly, keeping one eye on his godson. Harry was having a grand time, stretching his arms out as far as they could go as he vainly tried to reach for the animals. A frog floated past him and he hit it with his hand, making it pop. His little face fell for just a moment, and then he saw the owl drifting past. “Babababababababa!”
“That’s right, Harry, bubbles. Go get ‘em, that’s a good boy.” Sirius’ wand went round and round in a circle, and Harry followed suit as he chased a rabbit, a cat and a horse.
Remus got up off the ground and dusted off the back of his pants, then went to stand next to his boyfriend. “You’re great with Harry, you know,” he said quietly.
Sirius didn’t miss the tone, glancing briefly over the man he loved more than anything. “He’s such a happy child, so easy to love.”
Remus gave him a smile tinged with just a little bit of sadness, and Sirius reached out with his free hand to twine his fingers with Remus’. “This war won’t last forever, you know, Moony,” he said, squeezing gently. “When it’s over, maybe you and I can get a place together. A home.”
Remus squeezed back. “I’d like that.”
Sirius gave him a wolfish grin and kept his gaze on the little boy floating merrily in the air. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you when I get you alone tonight.”
A sudden heat spread over Remus, and he was sure it had nothing to do with the sun.
“I can’t--”
“SIRIUS BLACK!”
For kit_84 - Draco and Hermione and children (theirs or not). The prompt: Egypt
“For the last time, we are not going to Egypt for our holiday and that’s final!” Draco Malfoy glared at his stubborn son and traitorous wife and crossed his arms. He was well aware that he looked and sounded like a five-year-old having a tantrum, but Tristan always picked their holiday destinations and Hermione always managed to convince him to agree. Well, not this time. A Malfoy had to have limits.
“But Dad,” Tristan said, pulling out a piece of parchment that was almost completely covered with neat handwriting. “I did some reading and made a few notes, and Egypt--”
“You call that a few notes?” Draco interrupted. Tristan had picked up more than a few habits from his mother, which irked Draco to no end. It was bad enough that the lad had been sorted into Gryffindor the previous year; Draco was sure his mother would never let him hear the end of it. He must have been mad to have married Hermione Granger. Completely and utterly insane. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’ve already made up my mind. I want to go to Mauritius. It’s peaceful, sunny and quiet. Exactly what we all need.”
“But Mauritius is boring,” Tristan said with a long-suffering sigh. “Egypt has loads of history, right, Mum?”
“Absolutely,” Hermione agreed. “I took the liberty of owling Bill Weasley and he’s recommended some wonderful places for us to visit that are steeped in magic. He’s offered to give us a private tour of some of the pyramids!”
Tristan threw his hands up into the air and cheered, and hugged his mother excitedly. Draco looked at Hermione over their son’s shoulder and she smiled at him. The smile that told him if he played nicely and agreed, she’d reward him thoroughly later. He shifted uncomfortably on the lounge and gave up. If he didn’t agree, they’d just keep pleading their case until he did. He stood no chance against two extremely smart Gryffindors.
He was doomed. They were going to Egypt.
For no_name_no1 - Harry/Hermione. The prompt: waiting for snow
Harry found Hermione sitting on the windowsill of their bedroom, gazing out the window. He stopped at the doorway to stare at her for just a moment. Tendrils of hair had fallen out of her plait to hang over her face and she’d drawn her knees up to her chest. She looked lost in thought, something he confirmed when he said her name and she didn’t answer. He went over to her and softly put his hand on her shoulder so he didn’t startle her.
“Oh! Hi, sweetheart,” Hermione said, looking up at him. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Harry leaned over and kissed her. “You look lost in thought. Something on your mind?”
“No, not really. Just waiting for the snow. Come sit with me.” She held out her hand and moved forward so Harry could climb onto the windowsill behind her. A little bit of maneuvering and she was able to lean back against him, resting her head on his shoulder. She laced her fingers through his and kissed his jaw. “Did you get the book okay?”
Harry had braved the Christmas crowds and ventured into Diagon Alley to pick up a book about Quidditch for Ron as part of his gifts from the two of them. Hermione had chosen to stay at home, her stomach feeling a bit queasy. “I did. I’m glad I went in, they only had one copy left.”
Hermione smiled and went back to looking out the window. Despite the cold, there was something so fragile about the winter. She loved waking up to find everything blanketed in white. “I love you, Harry,” she said, pressing her lips softly against his.
“I love you too, Mrs. Potter.” And as they sat together quietly, watching the world outside from their window, Hermione felt safe in Harry’s arms.
For hpuckle - Harry/Ron. The prompt: pebbles
Harry closed his eyes and leaned back, resting his head on the lounge. “I’m so tired,” he murmured.
“I know you are,” Ron said. “I’ll go make us some dinner and you just sit here and rest.” A moment later, Ron’s lips were pressed firmly against Harry’s, and he touched Ron’s face with his fingertips. “Love you,” Ron said quietly. “Back soon.”
Harry kept his eyes closed for a few long moments, glad to be home, away from the stress of work. Ron had been waiting for him, as he almost always was, and Harry sometimes wondered if Ron knew just how much it meant to Harry to have him there. This place didn’t feel like home without Ron.
He eventually got up and went into their bedroom to change and go help Ron with dinner. He shed his robes and suit and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. When he opened his bedside table to place his watch inside, he saw the small glass jar that he always kept there. Picking it up and unscrewing the lid, he emptied the contents into his hand. A couple of dozen pebbles sat there, different colours and shapes. Nothing extraordinary and nothing anyone else would think twice about, but Harry would never get rid of them. He’d picked them up by the lake where Ron had first told Harry that he loved him.
For sugarjet03 - Harry/Ron/Hermione. The prompt: PMS
Harry stepped out of the fireplace and gave himself a little shake, and was nearly knocked to the floor by a frantic Ron, who took one look at him and attempted to stuff him back into the fireplace.
“Ron!” he said with a hiss. “What the hell are you doing?”
A crazed, almost possessed look spread across Ron’s face, and Harry knew something was terribly wrong. “You should go!” Ron said urgently. “She didn’t hear the floo activate and doesn’t know you’re home. Go, Harry! Get out while you still can!”
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “What the--”
“RONALD WEASLEY! WHERE ARE YOU?”
The two men looked at each other in alarm. “Oh Christ,” Ron said, shaking his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Hermione stormed into the room, stopping at the sight of the two of them. “And just when did you get home, Harry Potter?” she snapped, putting her hands on her hips.
“I just stepped out of the fireplace now,” he answered, cautiously placing his satchel on the floor and putting his robes on the lounge.
“Don’t even think about leaving your stuff everywhere!” Hermione warned. “I’m not your housemaid and I certainly won’t be cleaning up after you!”
With another glance at Ron, Harry hesitantly stepped forward and gave Hermione a kiss. That seemed to do the trick, because suddenly Hermione visibly relaxed and her fierce expression melted away. “Oh, Harry!” she cried, throwing herself into his arms.
Harry held her to him and looked over at Ron questioningly. What on earth was the matter with their wife?
“PMS,” Ron mouthed with a small smirk, and Harry felt the blood drain from his face. It was going to be a very long night.
For jenadamson - Sirius and Remus child-mind Harry. The prompt: bubbles
It was just after lunch when Sirius and Remus took little Harry out into the garden to enjoy the sun that would set too soon. The Order had been given a rare few days of peace and quiet, so James and Lily had decided to go to Diagon Alley to stock up on some supplies and actually get out of the house. All of them felt claustrophobic, being stuck at Grimmauld Place, but they knew it was for their safety.
Sirius and Remus had agreed to stay behind and watch eleven-month-old Harry, who had been sleeping when his parents left. Sirius had taken advantage of the almost empty house by doing things to Remus that the very thought of would leave him blushing in civil company. When the baby had woken, Sirius had changed his nappy while Remus got his bottle and food ready, and once Harry was dry, fed, and happy, they took him outside into the fresh air.
“See here, Moony,” Sirius said, holding Harry to him with one hand while the other reached for his wand. “He loves this.” Sirius waved his wand and bubbles started to pour out the tip; they took the shape of various animals as they floated up into the sky. Harry waved his hands excitedly at the bubbles and his godfather grinned. “Up you go, little man.” With another wave and a few muttered words, Harry was levitated up into the air to chase the bubbles.
Remus, who was sprawled comfortably on the grass, rolled his eyes. “Don’t let Lily catch you floating her son in the air, Padfoot. You know she hates when you do it.”
“Which is exactly why I do it,” Sirius replied smugly, keeping one eye on his godson. Harry was having a grand time, stretching his arms out as far as they could go as he vainly tried to reach for the animals. A frog floated past him and he hit it with his hand, making it pop. His little face fell for just a moment, and then he saw the owl drifting past. “Babababababababa!”
“That’s right, Harry, bubbles. Go get ‘em, that’s a good boy.” Sirius’ wand went round and round in a circle, and Harry followed suit as he chased a rabbit, a cat and a horse.
Remus got up off the ground and dusted off the back of his pants, then went to stand next to his boyfriend. “You’re great with Harry, you know,” he said quietly.
Sirius didn’t miss the tone, glancing briefly over the man he loved more than anything. “He’s such a happy child, so easy to love.”
Remus gave him a smile tinged with just a little bit of sadness, and Sirius reached out with his free hand to twine his fingers with Remus’. “This war won’t last forever, you know, Moony,” he said, squeezing gently. “When it’s over, maybe you and I can get a place together. A home.”
Remus squeezed back. “I’d like that.”
Sirius gave him a wolfish grin and kept his gaze on the little boy floating merrily in the air. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you when I get you alone tonight.”
A sudden heat spread over Remus, and he was sure it had nothing to do with the sun.
“I can’t--”
“SIRIUS BLACK!”
For kit_84 - Draco and Hermione and children (theirs or not). The prompt: Egypt
“For the last time, we are not going to Egypt for our holiday and that’s final!” Draco Malfoy glared at his stubborn son and traitorous wife and crossed his arms. He was well aware that he looked and sounded like a five-year-old having a tantrum, but Tristan always picked their holiday destinations and Hermione always managed to convince him to agree. Well, not this time. A Malfoy had to have limits.
“But Dad,” Tristan said, pulling out a piece of parchment that was almost completely covered with neat handwriting. “I did some reading and made a few notes, and Egypt--”
“You call that a few notes?” Draco interrupted. Tristan had picked up more than a few habits from his mother, which irked Draco to no end. It was bad enough that the lad had been sorted into Gryffindor the previous year; Draco was sure his mother would never let him hear the end of it. He must have been mad to have married Hermione Granger. Completely and utterly insane. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’ve already made up my mind. I want to go to Mauritius. It’s peaceful, sunny and quiet. Exactly what we all need.”
“But Mauritius is boring,” Tristan said with a long-suffering sigh. “Egypt has loads of history, right, Mum?”
“Absolutely,” Hermione agreed. “I took the liberty of owling Bill Weasley and he’s recommended some wonderful places for us to visit that are steeped in magic. He’s offered to give us a private tour of some of the pyramids!”
Tristan threw his hands up into the air and cheered, and hugged his mother excitedly. Draco looked at Hermione over their son’s shoulder and she smiled at him. The smile that told him if he played nicely and agreed, she’d reward him thoroughly later. He shifted uncomfortably on the lounge and gave up. If he didn’t agree, they’d just keep pleading their case until he did. He stood no chance against two extremely smart Gryffindors.
He was doomed. They were going to Egypt.
For no_name_no1 - Harry/Hermione. The prompt: waiting for snow
Harry found Hermione sitting on the windowsill of their bedroom, gazing out the window. He stopped at the doorway to stare at her for just a moment. Tendrils of hair had fallen out of her plait to hang over her face and she’d drawn her knees up to her chest. She looked lost in thought, something he confirmed when he said her name and she didn’t answer. He went over to her and softly put his hand on her shoulder so he didn’t startle her.
“Oh! Hi, sweetheart,” Hermione said, looking up at him. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Harry leaned over and kissed her. “You look lost in thought. Something on your mind?”
“No, not really. Just waiting for the snow. Come sit with me.” She held out her hand and moved forward so Harry could climb onto the windowsill behind her. A little bit of maneuvering and she was able to lean back against him, resting her head on his shoulder. She laced her fingers through his and kissed his jaw. “Did you get the book okay?”
Harry had braved the Christmas crowds and ventured into Diagon Alley to pick up a book about Quidditch for Ron as part of his gifts from the two of them. Hermione had chosen to stay at home, her stomach feeling a bit queasy. “I did. I’m glad I went in, they only had one copy left.”
Hermione smiled and went back to looking out the window. Despite the cold, there was something so fragile about the winter. She loved waking up to find everything blanketed in white. “I love you, Harry,” she said, pressing her lips softly against his.
“I love you too, Mrs. Potter.” And as they sat together quietly, watching the world outside from their window, Hermione felt safe in Harry’s arms.
For hpuckle - Harry/Ron. The prompt: pebbles
Harry closed his eyes and leaned back, resting his head on the lounge. “I’m so tired,” he murmured.
“I know you are,” Ron said. “I’ll go make us some dinner and you just sit here and rest.” A moment later, Ron’s lips were pressed firmly against Harry’s, and he touched Ron’s face with his fingertips. “Love you,” Ron said quietly. “Back soon.”
Harry kept his eyes closed for a few long moments, glad to be home, away from the stress of work. Ron had been waiting for him, as he almost always was, and Harry sometimes wondered if Ron knew just how much it meant to Harry to have him there. This place didn’t feel like home without Ron.
He eventually got up and went into their bedroom to change and go help Ron with dinner. He shed his robes and suit and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. When he opened his bedside table to place his watch inside, he saw the small glass jar that he always kept there. Picking it up and unscrewing the lid, he emptied the contents into his hand. A couple of dozen pebbles sat there, different colours and shapes. Nothing extraordinary and nothing anyone else would think twice about, but Harry would never get rid of them. He’d picked them up by the lake where Ron had first told Harry that he loved him.
For sugarjet03 - Harry/Ron/Hermione. The prompt: PMS
Harry stepped out of the fireplace and gave himself a little shake, and was nearly knocked to the floor by a frantic Ron, who took one look at him and attempted to stuff him back into the fireplace.
“Ron!” he said with a hiss. “What the hell are you doing?”
A crazed, almost possessed look spread across Ron’s face, and Harry knew something was terribly wrong. “You should go!” Ron said urgently. “She didn’t hear the floo activate and doesn’t know you’re home. Go, Harry! Get out while you still can!”
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “What the--”
“RONALD WEASLEY! WHERE ARE YOU?”
The two men looked at each other in alarm. “Oh Christ,” Ron said, shaking his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Hermione stormed into the room, stopping at the sight of the two of them. “And just when did you get home, Harry Potter?” she snapped, putting her hands on her hips.
“I just stepped out of the fireplace now,” he answered, cautiously placing his satchel on the floor and putting his robes on the lounge.
“Don’t even think about leaving your stuff everywhere!” Hermione warned. “I’m not your housemaid and I certainly won’t be cleaning up after you!”
With another glance at Ron, Harry hesitantly stepped forward and gave Hermione a kiss. That seemed to do the trick, because suddenly Hermione visibly relaxed and her fierce expression melted away. “Oh, Harry!” she cried, throwing herself into his arms.
Harry held her to him and looked over at Ron questioningly. What on earth was the matter with their wife?
“PMS,” Ron mouthed with a small smirk, and Harry felt the blood drain from his face. It was going to be a very long night.