An entry full of little goodies!
I feel ashamed it's been almost 2 full weeks since I've posted! And I've had things done too, I just haven't gotten around to posting. Damn school and work.
Oh well, here's a worthwhile post!
I presents to you a Dramione manip, a Draco manip, and a drabble!
Dramione preview
Draco preview
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Dramione:
Draco:
Drabble fun...
Title: Quarrel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 206
Disclaimer: Not my characters dammit.
Draco thought he knew everything. He thought, since he had been raised an arrogant pureblood, that he was always right. Yet Hermione still seemed to be constantly teaching him lessons.
As he walked down the alleyway outside their flat, the wind whistled by and caused him to shiver, though he wasn’t entirely sure it was only caused by said wind.
He cursed himself for being an idiot and said a silent prayer as he turned the key in the lock.
She was waiting for him at the top of the stair, hand on her hip, tapping her foot in annoyance, her faced locked in an angry grimace.
He tried to start with some sort of apology but before he could utter more than her name she had tossed a pillow and blanket at his face and shouted short and frank, “COUCH.”
He sighed as he resigned himself to being in the doghouse and huffed into his pillow as a couch spring jabbed him in the ass.
Yes, Hermione was still teaching him valuable lessons all right. This one in particular going something to the tune of, “Sometimes it's better to keep your arrogant mouth shut. Especially if you want to sleep in your own damned bed.”
Oh well, here's a worthwhile post!
I presents to you a Dramione manip, a Draco manip, and a drabble!
Dramione preview
Draco preview
Comments are love and make my day. :)
Dramione:
Draco:
Drabble fun...
Title: Quarrel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 206
Disclaimer: Not my characters dammit.
Draco thought he knew everything. He thought, since he had been raised an arrogant pureblood, that he was always right. Yet Hermione still seemed to be constantly teaching him lessons.
As he walked down the alleyway outside their flat, the wind whistled by and caused him to shiver, though he wasn’t entirely sure it was only caused by said wind.
He cursed himself for being an idiot and said a silent prayer as he turned the key in the lock.
She was waiting for him at the top of the stair, hand on her hip, tapping her foot in annoyance, her faced locked in an angry grimace.
He tried to start with some sort of apology but before he could utter more than her name she had tossed a pillow and blanket at his face and shouted short and frank, “COUCH.”
He sighed as he resigned himself to being in the doghouse and huffed into his pillow as a couch spring jabbed him in the ass.
Yes, Hermione was still teaching him valuable lessons all right. This one in particular going something to the tune of, “Sometimes it's better to keep your arrogant mouth shut. Especially if you want to sleep in your own damned bed.”