5 for queerditch
Four from this week and one from last week. All from queerditch_pub
Dark - Harry/Draco - G
"I hate the dark," Harry murmured, wrapping the blanket tighter around his body and leaning against Draco. They were sitting on the roof of their house because Draco had insisted they needed to practice their astronomy before they forgot everything from school.
Draco sighed and fluttered comforting kisses on Harry's neck. "How can you hate the dark? Without the darkness we could never see the stars."
"Forget the bloody stars," Harry said, trying to sound venomous but ending up sulking at the end. Draco nudged him for an explanation. When he didn't continue Draco bit him. "Fine! Just don't bite that hard. It's from staying under the stairs when I was little. I told you about that."
Draco latched his mouth on Harry’s earlobe and sucked gently, prompting him to say, "It was dark there. I was all alone."
"You're not alone now," Draco whispered, spreading them out on the roof. Harry buried his head into Draco's shoulder and breathed, "No. I have you."
Pant - Harry/Draco - PG
"The weaselette told me something interesting," Draco said, sliding smoothly behind Harry and running his fingers up his spine. Harry murmured and Draco continued. "She said if you crouch down and pant heavily for a few minutes, then sprint across the room you will faint."
Harry snorted, turning to face Draco. "Why don't you try it, love?" he said, twining his arms around the blond.
Draco shook his head and sucked gently on Harry ear. "I thought you could. I don't believe her." He scoffed. "Besides, Malfoys don't pant."
Harry laughed, clearly amused. "Fine. I'll try it if you promise to let me do whatever I want to you tonight if it works." Draco smirked and nodded. Harry crouched down and started panting heavily. Draco was so busy trying to decide if his panting sounded more sexual or like a dog that he almost missed Harry racing across the room.
There was a loud thump and Harry fell to the floor. Draco went to investigate. Sure enough, Harry lay there with his eyes closed and body sprawled out, obviously fainted. Draco grumbled and slipped some money out of Harry's back pocket. Now he owed Weasley four gallons. Although...he had that night to look forward to.
Silence - Harry/Draco - PG
Draco was loud. He always was. When he entered a room he made sure everyone knew it. To his friends he would chat and leave them always wanting more, which he was happy to oblige. To professors he was back-talking or sucking up. To ones he didn't like, especially Harry, he was insulting. He also did that to people he liked.
Harry supposed he just liked the sound of his own voice. But Harry didn't like Draco's voice. It was whiny and snide. Plus there was always that undertone of I'm-far-more-superior-than-you. That tone made Harry want to punch him.
So when Draco started insulting Harry in his annoying voice for the umpteenth time, Harry went to punch him. Only...somewhere along the way his fist and mouth must have became confused, because instead of connecting his fist with Draco's mouth, his lips connected.
After a lot of staring Harry realized something important. There was a ton of noise, but none of said noise was coming from Draco. It all was from the people surrounding them. With the satisfaction that he had finally been able to silence Draco, Harry leaned in and kissed him again, successfully silencing Draco for a long time.
Static - Pansy/Ginny - PG
Also fits with _hpchallenge 'TV'
When Ginny walked into the living room all she could hear was static. Looking around, she realized the static was coming from the new TV they had received. Pansy was sitting in front of it with the remote in her hand. She was scowling and alternatively throwing crisps at it.
"What are you doing?" Ginny yelled over the static. Pansy didn't even hear her. She simply tossed the bowl full of crisps at the TV. Ginny rushed over and started pushing random buttons on the cursed object until the screen turned black and no sound issued forth. She really wished her dad hadn't given it to them.
Pansy stood and snatched a case off the coffee table, thrusting it under Ginny's nose. "I was trying to watch porn. But the damn thing won't work." She sent a scowl at the TV. Ginny, on the other hand, was more interested with the image on the movie case. Two brunettes were twisted together, naughty grins on their faces and fingers probing. Ginny really wished it was a magic photograph.
A grin similar to the two brunettes graced Ginny's face. She cut into Pansy tirade of all muggle things being evil and trying to take over the world. "Why watch porn? I'll be happy to do anything you think they might be getting up to." She dropped the case on the couch and slinked to the dark-haired woman.
Pansy smirked impishly. "I like the way you think, my dear Weasley." And she proceeded to pull Ginny to the balcony, saying it mentioned something about outdoor sex. Ginny was about to protest that the image on the front was of the women in a bed but Pansy's tongue was in her mouth and sex on their balcony sounded appealing. It's not like it got used for anything else.
Dense - Ron/Hermione - PG
The sound of rustling leaves filled the crisp autumn air. Ron knew Hermione heard it but there was nothing he could do about it. He silently cursed falling leaves and hurried after her. He was concealed under Harry's invisibility cloak following Hermione to find out what she got up to with Victor Krum every Saturday evening.
Every few seconds a leaf crunched under his feet and he winced. Hermione seemed to like cutting across grass instead of using the sidewalks. But to his surprise, she gave no inkling to knowing anyone was following her. Ron figured she must have decided it was herself making the sounds.
Eventually they reached a little café and Ron stood unsurely behind Hermione, trying not to fall asleep as she chatted about new spells the Ministry was creating. Krum nodded eagerly, adding in with his Bulgarian accent that Ron would love to strangle.
After about half an hour Krum leaned close to Hermione. Ron jumped and leaned in too, straining his ears over the idle noise and trying not to breathe.
"So, did your Ron give you vhat you really vanted for your birthday?" he asked, his breath stirring Hermione’s hair.
Hermione shook her head sadly. "Ron's too dense to realize I want him. He thinks I'm in love with you." The rest of their conversation fell on deaf ears. The moment Krum left, Ron sank into his chair, watching Hermione's face closely and trying to figure out what to do.
"Get it now?" Hermione asked softly, slight anger in her voice. Ron gasped and reached his hand out, stroking the back of Hermione’s hand. She stiffened.
"Sorry for following you," he whispered, mindful of the surrounding Muggles and the fact that he was under an invisibility cloak. Hermione chuckled wryly and walked out of the café. Ron followed. "I want you too," he breathed. He thought Hermione didn't hear him but somehow her hand found his invisible one and gave it a squeeze.
"Doesn't mean you're getting off easy for checking what I get up to with Victor," she said. But that was fine with Ron.
Dark - Harry/Draco - G
"I hate the dark," Harry murmured, wrapping the blanket tighter around his body and leaning against Draco. They were sitting on the roof of their house because Draco had insisted they needed to practice their astronomy before they forgot everything from school.
Draco sighed and fluttered comforting kisses on Harry's neck. "How can you hate the dark? Without the darkness we could never see the stars."
"Forget the bloody stars," Harry said, trying to sound venomous but ending up sulking at the end. Draco nudged him for an explanation. When he didn't continue Draco bit him. "Fine! Just don't bite that hard. It's from staying under the stairs when I was little. I told you about that."
Draco latched his mouth on Harry’s earlobe and sucked gently, prompting him to say, "It was dark there. I was all alone."
"You're not alone now," Draco whispered, spreading them out on the roof. Harry buried his head into Draco's shoulder and breathed, "No. I have you."
Pant - Harry/Draco - PG
"The weaselette told me something interesting," Draco said, sliding smoothly behind Harry and running his fingers up his spine. Harry murmured and Draco continued. "She said if you crouch down and pant heavily for a few minutes, then sprint across the room you will faint."
Harry snorted, turning to face Draco. "Why don't you try it, love?" he said, twining his arms around the blond.
Draco shook his head and sucked gently on Harry ear. "I thought you could. I don't believe her." He scoffed. "Besides, Malfoys don't pant."
Harry laughed, clearly amused. "Fine. I'll try it if you promise to let me do whatever I want to you tonight if it works." Draco smirked and nodded. Harry crouched down and started panting heavily. Draco was so busy trying to decide if his panting sounded more sexual or like a dog that he almost missed Harry racing across the room.
There was a loud thump and Harry fell to the floor. Draco went to investigate. Sure enough, Harry lay there with his eyes closed and body sprawled out, obviously fainted. Draco grumbled and slipped some money out of Harry's back pocket. Now he owed Weasley four gallons. Although...he had that night to look forward to.
Silence - Harry/Draco - PG
Draco was loud. He always was. When he entered a room he made sure everyone knew it. To his friends he would chat and leave them always wanting more, which he was happy to oblige. To professors he was back-talking or sucking up. To ones he didn't like, especially Harry, he was insulting. He also did that to people he liked.
Harry supposed he just liked the sound of his own voice. But Harry didn't like Draco's voice. It was whiny and snide. Plus there was always that undertone of I'm-far-more-superior-than-you. That tone made Harry want to punch him.
So when Draco started insulting Harry in his annoying voice for the umpteenth time, Harry went to punch him. Only...somewhere along the way his fist and mouth must have became confused, because instead of connecting his fist with Draco's mouth, his lips connected.
After a lot of staring Harry realized something important. There was a ton of noise, but none of said noise was coming from Draco. It all was from the people surrounding them. With the satisfaction that he had finally been able to silence Draco, Harry leaned in and kissed him again, successfully silencing Draco for a long time.
Static - Pansy/Ginny - PG
Also fits with _hpchallenge 'TV'
When Ginny walked into the living room all she could hear was static. Looking around, she realized the static was coming from the new TV they had received. Pansy was sitting in front of it with the remote in her hand. She was scowling and alternatively throwing crisps at it.
"What are you doing?" Ginny yelled over the static. Pansy didn't even hear her. She simply tossed the bowl full of crisps at the TV. Ginny rushed over and started pushing random buttons on the cursed object until the screen turned black and no sound issued forth. She really wished her dad hadn't given it to them.
Pansy stood and snatched a case off the coffee table, thrusting it under Ginny's nose. "I was trying to watch porn. But the damn thing won't work." She sent a scowl at the TV. Ginny, on the other hand, was more interested with the image on the movie case. Two brunettes were twisted together, naughty grins on their faces and fingers probing. Ginny really wished it was a magic photograph.
A grin similar to the two brunettes graced Ginny's face. She cut into Pansy tirade of all muggle things being evil and trying to take over the world. "Why watch porn? I'll be happy to do anything you think they might be getting up to." She dropped the case on the couch and slinked to the dark-haired woman.
Pansy smirked impishly. "I like the way you think, my dear Weasley." And she proceeded to pull Ginny to the balcony, saying it mentioned something about outdoor sex. Ginny was about to protest that the image on the front was of the women in a bed but Pansy's tongue was in her mouth and sex on their balcony sounded appealing. It's not like it got used for anything else.
Dense - Ron/Hermione - PG
The sound of rustling leaves filled the crisp autumn air. Ron knew Hermione heard it but there was nothing he could do about it. He silently cursed falling leaves and hurried after her. He was concealed under Harry's invisibility cloak following Hermione to find out what she got up to with Victor Krum every Saturday evening.
Every few seconds a leaf crunched under his feet and he winced. Hermione seemed to like cutting across grass instead of using the sidewalks. But to his surprise, she gave no inkling to knowing anyone was following her. Ron figured she must have decided it was herself making the sounds.
Eventually they reached a little café and Ron stood unsurely behind Hermione, trying not to fall asleep as she chatted about new spells the Ministry was creating. Krum nodded eagerly, adding in with his Bulgarian accent that Ron would love to strangle.
After about half an hour Krum leaned close to Hermione. Ron jumped and leaned in too, straining his ears over the idle noise and trying not to breathe.
"So, did your Ron give you vhat you really vanted for your birthday?" he asked, his breath stirring Hermione’s hair.
Hermione shook her head sadly. "Ron's too dense to realize I want him. He thinks I'm in love with you." The rest of their conversation fell on deaf ears. The moment Krum left, Ron sank into his chair, watching Hermione's face closely and trying to figure out what to do.
"Get it now?" Hermione asked softly, slight anger in her voice. Ron gasped and reached his hand out, stroking the back of Hermione’s hand. She stiffened.
"Sorry for following you," he whispered, mindful of the surrounding Muggles and the fact that he was under an invisibility cloak. Hermione chuckled wryly and walked out of the café. Ron followed. "I want you too," he breathed. He thought Hermione didn't hear him but somehow her hand found his invisible one and gave it a squeeze.
"Doesn't mean you're getting off easy for checking what I get up to with Victor," she said. But that was fine with Ron.