Kate!Fic | Harry Potter Hump Day Drabble Dump | Teen
Title: Harry Potter Hump Day Drabble Dump
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Pairings: Stephen Cornfoot/Mira Montgomery, Stephen Cornfoot/Cassie Montgomery, Cormac McLaggen/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Three not-very-naughty drabbles written for the hp_humpdrabbles community. Stephen Cornfoot is a character from pinksheep_wench rpg and his leigh_adams is his usual puppeteer. Mira and Cassie Montgomery are twins from the same rpg. Mira's true handler is elle_blessing. Cassie is mine. The Cormac and Pansy represented in my drabble are based on the ones once played at caliga_rpg by seegrim and persephone33 respectively. Beatrice belonged to them, too.
1. Stephen Cornfoot/Mira Montgomery
1. Stephen Cornfoot/Cassie Montgomery
1. Cormac McLaggen/Pansy Parkinson
Stephen Cornfoot/Mira Montgomery
Mira stretched across the sofa with her book and parchment, scratching notes as ideas for spell improvements and innovation came along. Carisbrooke was quiet and dark but for the the lamp behind her, her nieces and nephews long since put to bed.
It had been difficult initially to come here. Cassie's presence had permeated the house, tricking one into the expectation that the beautiful blonde would come around the corner any minute to scold Annaleigh for putting spiders in her sister's bed or offer Mira a spoon for their shared pint of ice cream. Two years had gone by since she'd walked these halls, though, and it was easier now in a bittersweet sort of way. Watching the children for Stephen while he was away had become comfortable, like a habit.
While her twin was alive, Mira hadn't thought much on her brother-in-law. Stephen was the man Cassie fell in love with and her happiness was all that mattered. In the time since he was widowed, she'd gotten to know him. Cass had picked a good man. Kind-hearted and playful, Stephen was a good father to his children, even if the girls did have him wound around their little fingers.
Mira had come to look forward to their visits. At first they'd spoken mostly of the woman they'd both loved and lost, but over time their conversations had gone to Charms and sport. In their discussions she'd come to appreciate why he'd been sorted into Ravenclaw, for he had a very quick mind, grasping the Charms concepts she'd babbled excitedly about with ease. She'd even dragged him to his first Chelsea game, with the little ones too, of course, and his enthusiasm for Quidditch had even made her develop a little appreciation it. They became friends.
"Mira!" Stephen's familiar voice called immediately following the crack of Apparation. "Mira, guess what?" He found her in the study, a smile spread from ear to ear on his face.
Closing her book, she rose from her seat, her own grin growing in response to his obvious excitement. "You got the Quidditch World Cup slot?" Mira queried, knowing it was something he'd been angling for over the past several months.
"Yes!" he shouted, grabbing her suddenly and spinning them both in circles. "I'm in charge of all the media for the event. With box seats for my family, of course."
Mira laughed as he spun her, her feet off the ground, happy to share in his moment. "The children will be so excited!"
Setting her on her feet, Stephen rested his forehead against hers. "Just the children? Aren't you excited, too?"
She didn't know what to make of the fluttering in her stomach as she met his eyes, warm and bright as they peered down at her. "You want me to go?"
His hand came up to cup Mira's face, his expression softening. "You're my family." He bent toward her then, and her lips parted without thought.
Stephen's mouth moved softly, gently over hers, savoring the sweetness he found. It was entirely new and comfortingly familiar all at once as they tasted one another. Her arms circled his shoulders, wanting him closer, but as Stephen's fingers threaded into her hair, she pulled away.
"I can't replace her," she murmured, wide blue eyes glossy with emotion.
"I'm not looking for a replacement, Mira," he promised, drawing her into his arms again. "I'm looking for you."
Stephen Cornfoot/Cassie Montgomery
She'd waited all day for this moment, when Stephen would wrap her in his arms and the stresses of work and life would fade away as she listened to the steady thump thump of his heartbeat. Cassie didn't know when the balance had tipped, changing him from a casual lover to the love of her life. She didn't know when she'd begun to seek him out for the comfort of his touch and not just the heat of it, but she had. Somewhere along the line the man who held her had become indispensable.
And so it was that much more exciting when his hands skimmed down her back, drawing the zip of her dress with them. There was just that much more anticipation as that steady heart sped its beat, her own pulsing in tandem as their electricity raised goosebumps across her skin. It was just that much better when at last they came together, sharing the same breath as he filled her.
Cormac McLaggen/Pansy Parkinson
Beatrice watched her mistress from her perch on the window sill, long tail twitching irritably as Pansy ransacked the bedroom. The cat did not miss the witch's dark eyes burning with tears and fury as she pulled every item he'd gifted her, every stitch of clothing his fingers had caressed with a heated touch, out of her wardrobe and sliced through the fabric with her father's ceremonial dagger.
There was something that satisfied her in a visceral way about using a weapon ordained for the very darkest of blood magic to cut Cormac from her life, just as the black call of the pureblood elitist group had severed her heart from his. The nights they'd spent wrapped in each other, words of love and lust whispered as their bodies meshed sinuously - all pushed aside for this cause.
She'd seen it all before, had lost enough, and the dagger scored the remains of what had been.
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Pairings: Stephen Cornfoot/Mira Montgomery, Stephen Cornfoot/Cassie Montgomery, Cormac McLaggen/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Three not-very-naughty drabbles written for the hp_humpdrabbles community. Stephen Cornfoot is a character from pinksheep_wench rpg and his leigh_adams is his usual puppeteer. Mira and Cassie Montgomery are twins from the same rpg. Mira's true handler is elle_blessing. Cassie is mine. The Cormac and Pansy represented in my drabble are based on the ones once played at caliga_rpg by seegrim and persephone33 respectively. Beatrice belonged to them, too.
1. Stephen Cornfoot/Mira Montgomery
1. Stephen Cornfoot/Cassie Montgomery
1. Cormac McLaggen/Pansy Parkinson
Stephen Cornfoot/Mira Montgomery
Mira stretched across the sofa with her book and parchment, scratching notes as ideas for spell improvements and innovation came along. Carisbrooke was quiet and dark but for the the lamp behind her, her nieces and nephews long since put to bed.
It had been difficult initially to come here. Cassie's presence had permeated the house, tricking one into the expectation that the beautiful blonde would come around the corner any minute to scold Annaleigh for putting spiders in her sister's bed or offer Mira a spoon for their shared pint of ice cream. Two years had gone by since she'd walked these halls, though, and it was easier now in a bittersweet sort of way. Watching the children for Stephen while he was away had become comfortable, like a habit.
While her twin was alive, Mira hadn't thought much on her brother-in-law. Stephen was the man Cassie fell in love with and her happiness was all that mattered. In the time since he was widowed, she'd gotten to know him. Cass had picked a good man. Kind-hearted and playful, Stephen was a good father to his children, even if the girls did have him wound around their little fingers.
Mira had come to look forward to their visits. At first they'd spoken mostly of the woman they'd both loved and lost, but over time their conversations had gone to Charms and sport. In their discussions she'd come to appreciate why he'd been sorted into Ravenclaw, for he had a very quick mind, grasping the Charms concepts she'd babbled excitedly about with ease. She'd even dragged him to his first Chelsea game, with the little ones too, of course, and his enthusiasm for Quidditch had even made her develop a little appreciation it. They became friends.
"Mira!" Stephen's familiar voice called immediately following the crack of Apparation. "Mira, guess what?" He found her in the study, a smile spread from ear to ear on his face.
Closing her book, she rose from her seat, her own grin growing in response to his obvious excitement. "You got the Quidditch World Cup slot?" Mira queried, knowing it was something he'd been angling for over the past several months.
"Yes!" he shouted, grabbing her suddenly and spinning them both in circles. "I'm in charge of all the media for the event. With box seats for my family, of course."
Mira laughed as he spun her, her feet off the ground, happy to share in his moment. "The children will be so excited!"
Setting her on her feet, Stephen rested his forehead against hers. "Just the children? Aren't you excited, too?"
She didn't know what to make of the fluttering in her stomach as she met his eyes, warm and bright as they peered down at her. "You want me to go?"
His hand came up to cup Mira's face, his expression softening. "You're my family." He bent toward her then, and her lips parted without thought.
Stephen's mouth moved softly, gently over hers, savoring the sweetness he found. It was entirely new and comfortingly familiar all at once as they tasted one another. Her arms circled his shoulders, wanting him closer, but as Stephen's fingers threaded into her hair, she pulled away.
"I can't replace her," she murmured, wide blue eyes glossy with emotion.
"I'm not looking for a replacement, Mira," he promised, drawing her into his arms again. "I'm looking for you."
Stephen Cornfoot/Cassie Montgomery
She'd waited all day for this moment, when Stephen would wrap her in his arms and the stresses of work and life would fade away as she listened to the steady thump thump of his heartbeat. Cassie didn't know when the balance had tipped, changing him from a casual lover to the love of her life. She didn't know when she'd begun to seek him out for the comfort of his touch and not just the heat of it, but she had. Somewhere along the line the man who held her had become indispensable.
And so it was that much more exciting when his hands skimmed down her back, drawing the zip of her dress with them. There was just that much more anticipation as that steady heart sped its beat, her own pulsing in tandem as their electricity raised goosebumps across her skin. It was just that much better when at last they came together, sharing the same breath as he filled her.
Cormac McLaggen/Pansy Parkinson
Beatrice watched her mistress from her perch on the window sill, long tail twitching irritably as Pansy ransacked the bedroom. The cat did not miss the witch's dark eyes burning with tears and fury as she pulled every item he'd gifted her, every stitch of clothing his fingers had caressed with a heated touch, out of her wardrobe and sliced through the fabric with her father's ceremonial dagger.
There was something that satisfied her in a visceral way about using a weapon ordained for the very darkest of blood magic to cut Cormac from her life, just as the black call of the pureblood elitist group had severed her heart from his. The nights they'd spent wrapped in each other, words of love and lust whispered as their bodies meshed sinuously - all pushed aside for this cause.
She'd seen it all before, had lost enough, and the dagger scored the remains of what had been.