2 gifts from hogsmeadewkends
I was actually able to participate, though just a little, this season at hogsmeadewkends So that makes me happy. All I can say is that time zone differences suck.
I got 2 wonderful fics at the fic exchange and I wanted to post them so that I'll have them forever! I love me some spring fluff!!
Title: Untitled
Author: rideinthelimo
Characters: Draco/Luna
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Warnings: none
Word Count: 319
"Look Draco, blackberries!" Luna cried, skipping through the edge of the woods to where the blackberry bushes framed the field. She let go of Draco's hand and smiled, rushing to pick the fruit.
"Yes," Draco drawled, rolling his eyes. Luna was so sweet, but sometimes she really got on his nerves, the way she was so happy about things that really weren't worth it. "By the way, I'm pretty sure blackberries are supposed to be black."
"Oh, they're just a little unripe, don't worry, they taste fine!" She cried, picking the berries and shoving them in her mouth, her pockets and her bag.
"We should probably head back though," Draco said, the sun was starting to set and they had to be back on Hogwarts grounds before nightfall, or it would be noticed they were missing, not only breaking rules but also missing together, which could be disasterous for him.
He dragged her away from the fruit and led her back through the forest by her hand, gripping it tightly. Luna was always wandering off, seeing shiny things, and if he lost her in the woods, in the dark, he might never find her again.
"Are you alright?" He asked, noticing she had slowed down and was clutching her stomach.
"Perhaps those berries weren't okay after all," She moaned, stopping to sit down next to a tree.
The light from her eyes has disappeared and she looked so sad, Draco couldn't help but sit next to her and pull her into a hug, stroking her hair. "It'll be alright, my sweet, we'll just sit here for a while."
He kissed the top of her head and pulled her in closer and a large grin spread across her face. "I feel better already," she said, snuggling into his arms. Sometimes, her habit of being so easily cheered wasn't so bad.
Title: Untitled
Author: senbonzakura77
Characters: Bill/Fleur
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Warnings: none
Word Count: 384
"Oh, Bill.. zis is so magnifique!"
As the two sat in a field of bright wildflowers, Bill couldn't help but smile at Fleur's astonishment. He had decided to buy a couple of acres of land in France on the outskirts of Fleur's hometown, Marseille, in order to give them a summer retreat of sorts. Plus, Fleur could come here and be closer to her family whenever she liked - he knew she had a deep connection with her younger sister Gabrielle and wanted to visit her. While apparating between France and England was always an option, such travels could be tiring.
After weeks of planning, he had arranged for them both to have a holiday from Gringotts (despite the goblins' grumbling, they had to agree that both deserved the two-week break after all of their time with the bank with only one other vacation). However, the real work was in cultivating this once-sparse field into a field of dreams. With the help of his family, they had planted daffodils, violets, and varieties of French wildflowers on the land. Even blackberries and strawberries sprouted near the foundations of the new house's framework. All that was left was finishing the house and they would have a French paradise awaiting them whenever they needed a break from work.
"I'm glad you love it, dear. We had to do quite a bit of research in order to make it less English and more French, not to mention the style of the house's architecture," Bill replied.
"So, we are staying here for ze next two weeks? This is ze mysterious holiday you were speaking of?"
"There's only one problem - the place still needs a bit of furniture. I figured you would like to shop for that yourself, so.."
He was quickly interrupted by a stream of quickly-spoken French sentences, talking about "the perfect place to find this," "the house must have that", and "oh, how little time to find everything."
"Shall we?" he asked, placing his hand on her arm - doubtless, she was about to apparate off to some French boutique and he wouldn't have any idea how to get there. Even spending an afternoon shopping with her would be well worth it, as long as she was happy.
I got 2 wonderful fics at the fic exchange and I wanted to post them so that I'll have them forever! I love me some spring fluff!!
Title: Untitled
Author: rideinthelimo
Characters: Draco/Luna
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Warnings: none
Word Count: 319
"Look Draco, blackberries!" Luna cried, skipping through the edge of the woods to where the blackberry bushes framed the field. She let go of Draco's hand and smiled, rushing to pick the fruit.
"Yes," Draco drawled, rolling his eyes. Luna was so sweet, but sometimes she really got on his nerves, the way she was so happy about things that really weren't worth it. "By the way, I'm pretty sure blackberries are supposed to be black."
"Oh, they're just a little unripe, don't worry, they taste fine!" She cried, picking the berries and shoving them in her mouth, her pockets and her bag.
"We should probably head back though," Draco said, the sun was starting to set and they had to be back on Hogwarts grounds before nightfall, or it would be noticed they were missing, not only breaking rules but also missing together, which could be disasterous for him.
He dragged her away from the fruit and led her back through the forest by her hand, gripping it tightly. Luna was always wandering off, seeing shiny things, and if he lost her in the woods, in the dark, he might never find her again.
"Are you alright?" He asked, noticing she had slowed down and was clutching her stomach.
"Perhaps those berries weren't okay after all," She moaned, stopping to sit down next to a tree.
The light from her eyes has disappeared and she looked so sad, Draco couldn't help but sit next to her and pull her into a hug, stroking her hair. "It'll be alright, my sweet, we'll just sit here for a while."
He kissed the top of her head and pulled her in closer and a large grin spread across her face. "I feel better already," she said, snuggling into his arms. Sometimes, her habit of being so easily cheered wasn't so bad.
Title: Untitled
Author: senbonzakura77
Characters: Bill/Fleur
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Warnings: none
Word Count: 384
"Oh, Bill.. zis is so magnifique!"
As the two sat in a field of bright wildflowers, Bill couldn't help but smile at Fleur's astonishment. He had decided to buy a couple of acres of land in France on the outskirts of Fleur's hometown, Marseille, in order to give them a summer retreat of sorts. Plus, Fleur could come here and be closer to her family whenever she liked - he knew she had a deep connection with her younger sister Gabrielle and wanted to visit her. While apparating between France and England was always an option, such travels could be tiring.
After weeks of planning, he had arranged for them both to have a holiday from Gringotts (despite the goblins' grumbling, they had to agree that both deserved the two-week break after all of their time with the bank with only one other vacation). However, the real work was in cultivating this once-sparse field into a field of dreams. With the help of his family, they had planted daffodils, violets, and varieties of French wildflowers on the land. Even blackberries and strawberries sprouted near the foundations of the new house's framework. All that was left was finishing the house and they would have a French paradise awaiting them whenever they needed a break from work.
"I'm glad you love it, dear. We had to do quite a bit of research in order to make it less English and more French, not to mention the style of the house's architecture," Bill replied.
"So, we are staying here for ze next two weeks? This is ze mysterious holiday you were speaking of?"
"There's only one problem - the place still needs a bit of furniture. I figured you would like to shop for that yourself, so.."
He was quickly interrupted by a stream of quickly-spoken French sentences, talking about "the perfect place to find this," "the house must have that", and "oh, how little time to find everything."
"Shall we?" he asked, placing his hand on her arm - doubtless, she was about to apparate off to some French boutique and he wouldn't have any idea how to get there. Even spending an afternoon shopping with her would be well worth it, as long as she was happy.