Characters/Pairing: Albus Severus, Harry Potter, Ginny Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, and a girl named Cindy Rating: PG? Squick warning: Het! (Only implied, so don't be too scared)
Albus sulked in his seat. It wasn't as if he'd done anything bad, there was no reason for his parents to bring him home in the middle of term. Slytherin House had been looking forward to giving him a birthday bash to remember. Cindy McCormack had been giving him promising looks for weeks. And his parents had drug him home and set him down in the parlor and were giving him the "this hurts us worse than it hurts you" look, and Merlin knew that never boded well, and Scorp, the bastard, probably had Cindy tucked in his bed by now
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"C'mon, Jaime, it was a joke! And over a week ago!"
"It was childish!"
"Uh, Prongs look who's talking."
James turned on his best friend. "In front of everyone, Sirius. Merlin, Snivellus will actually have something over me!"
"Ah, shut up. I bet loads of people want to date you now."
"I have been getting anonymous letters asking to see my large package. I don't think I'll be able to show my face in Defense again! Really, Sirius, was Engorgio really appropriate in a duel?"
"You sound like Moony." Sirius pins James against the wall, ghosting his lips against James'. "Everyone knows your mine. I just wanted to show them what they missed out on."
They kiss briefly. "You know, I'm going to have to get you back for this, right?"
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Draco, mentions of Moody Rating: G Squick warning: None
Draco tossed down his paper when the squirrel tapped on the window for the third time. He had been trying his best to ignore the beastly creature, but it somehow had squirmed past his silencing charm and befuddled his attempts to banish it. Striding to the window, he threw up the sash and aimed his wand at the creature, only to have it scamper past him and over to the painting of him and Harry that hung over the fireplace. The squirrel chattered at their image.
"Draco, I may be mistaken, but I believe that squirrel is me," Painting Harry said.
"What?" Draco looked more closely at the animal, noting the rings around the eyes that were not commonly seen in these parts. "Finite Incantatem!" Suddenly a scruffy and very annoyed Harry stood in front of him.
"Took you long enough, Draco," he snapped. "Next time you decide the Auror practice fields need peacocks, you can tell Moody yourself!"
Hermione could hold her drink, Ron quickly found out. The party was raging, hangovers had met a timely death due to the ingenuity of Draco's potions, and no one had to worry about psychotic Dark Wizards. All was good.
Except Ronald Weasley could not forget the sight of his fiancee gyrating on a pole at the last victory party. This was regrettable, because Hermione was unlikely to lose her inhibitions again. Unless she had a little (a lot) of help from her very loving fiance and his friends. And Ron wanted moreIt was on the fifth drink Ron had spiked that he realized others were doing the same. Hermione, he knew, would either catch on to the ruse or get drunk very quickly. Harry and Draco, arm in arm, kept returning with more and more Firewhiskey or Sparking Rum, the drink either smoking slightly or sending off multi-colored fizzling sparks, and Hermione always accepted graciously, if a bit slurred
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Rating: PG?
Squick warning: Het! (Only implied, so don't be too scared)
Albus sulked in his seat. It wasn't as if he'd done anything bad, there was no reason for his parents to bring him home in the middle of term. Slytherin House had been looking forward to giving him a birthday bash to remember. Cindy McCormack had been giving him promising looks for weeks. And his parents had drug him home and set him down in the parlor and were giving him the "this hurts us worse than it hurts you" look, and Merlin knew that never boded well, and Scorp, the bastard, probably had Cindy tucked in his bed by now ( ... )
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Very funny, love the last bit.
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You = made of win!!!!
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Rating: PG-13
Squick warning: Slash.
"It was uncalled for!"
"C'mon, Jaime, it was a joke! And over a week ago!"
"It was childish!"
"Uh, Prongs look who's talking."
James turned on his best friend. "In front of everyone, Sirius. Merlin, Snivellus will actually have something over me!"
"Ah, shut up. I bet loads of people want to date you now."
"I have been getting anonymous letters asking to see my large package. I don't think I'll be able to show my face in Defense again! Really, Sirius, was Engorgio really appropriate in a duel?"
"You sound like Moony." Sirius pins James against the wall, ghosting his lips against James'. "Everyone knows your mine. I just wanted to show them what they missed out on."
They kiss briefly. "You know, I'm going to have to get you back for this, right?"
"Yeah, you're my Prongs, after all."
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Rating: PG, I guess? maybe PG-13, given the nature of the prompt
Squick warning: just some silliness ( ... )
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Very well done.
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Rating: G
Squick warning: None
Draco tossed down his paper when the squirrel tapped on the window for the third time. He had been trying his best to ignore the beastly creature, but it somehow had squirmed past his silencing charm and befuddled his attempts to banish it. Striding to the window, he threw up the sash and aimed his wand at the creature, only to have it scamper past him and over to the painting of him and Harry that hung over the fireplace. The squirrel chattered at their image.
"Draco, I may be mistaken, but I believe that squirrel is me," Painting Harry said.
"What?" Draco looked more closely at the animal, noting the rings around the eyes that were not commonly seen in these parts. "Finite Incantatem!" Suddenly a scruffy and very annoyed Harry stood in front of him.
"Took you long enough, Draco," he snapped. "Next time you decide the Auror practice fields need peacocks, you can tell Moody yourself!"
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Rating: PG13, really.
Squick warning: Slash
Hermione could hold her drink, Ron quickly found out. The party was raging, hangovers had met a timely death due to the ingenuity of Draco's potions, and no one had to worry about psychotic Dark Wizards. All was good.
Except Ronald Weasley could not forget the sight of his fiancee gyrating on a pole at the last victory party. This was regrettable, because Hermione was unlikely to lose her inhibitions again. Unless she had a little (a lot) of help from her very loving fiance and his friends. And Ron wanted moreIt was on the fifth drink Ron had spiked that he realized others were doing the same. Hermione, he knew, would either catch on to the ruse or get drunk very quickly. Harry and Draco, arm in arm, kept returning with more and more Firewhiskey or Sparking Rum, the drink either smoking slightly or sending off multi-colored fizzling sparks, and Hermione always accepted graciously, if a bit slurred ( ... )
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Ah, poor old stupid Ron!
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