drabble night
A huge crowd for drabble night, but crowd control seemed to work fairly well and we all got lots of writing in. Our theme was magic spells. I'd rate these as light R at most, but warning for a bit of squickitude - blame villainny.
Lucius/Draco, Obliviate
"How bad is he?"
The warder lengthened his steps to keep up with Draco's strides. "About the same as last time, Sir. We've done what we could."
They came to a stop in front of Lucius's cell; his name and wealth had afforded him solitude and some measure of comfort, but it was still a cell, any way you looked at it. The warder unlocked the door, and Draco stepped in, wand at the ready.
"There you are! What is going --"
"Obliviate!" He quickly stepped inside the cell. "Are you well, Father?"
"Yes, yes," said Lucius absently. "Come sit with me."
Sitting on the padded bench, Lucius stroked Draco's hair while Draco spoke: the Dark Lord had taken another village, another Auror had been killed, they would find Potter soon.
After an hour of lies and kisses Draco left, wondering whether the Kiss would have been kinder, after all.
Draco/any Weasley, Transfiguration
Stupid holiday. Stupid Egypt. His parents certainly could have gone by themselves, but no, they said it would be broadening. Educational.
"Educational my arse," mumbled Draco, kicking at a large black beetle.
"What's that?" Bill, the cursebreaker who had been delegated to show him around - his fucking babysitter, that's what he was - looked up.
"This place is boring."
"Shall I transfigure that beetle into a girl for you, then?"
He shrugged. "Girls are boring, too." Looking up, he caught Bill's eye, saw the sudden gleam. The knowing smile. He smiled back.
Maybe Egypt wasn't so boring, after all.
Hagrid/anyone, lubrication spell gone wrong
"Now, now," Hagrid whispered soothingly. "Not gonna hurt yeh, you know that. Haven't I always been yer friend?"
Buckbeak's massive head inclined in what could have been a nod, and Hagrid took another careful step forward.
"Always been good ter yeh, haven't I? Always done right by yeh?" Slowly, slowly he moved closer. The stench of wet straw and unwashed feathers was nearly overpowering; ignoring it he reached one tentative hand to stroke the beast's flank. "This'll feel good, I promise yeh," he whispered, as his other hand fumbled with his pink umbrella and the wand hidden inside. "Lubriciosa!"
He took one more step - and slipped on the suddenly slick ground, barrelling into Buckbeak whose four limbs splayed out beneath him as well.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried, trying to right himself.
Buckbeak whinnied. Which meant, in the language of hippogriffs: "Sorry, not this time!"
Snape/Harry, Reparo
The door crashed open. Snape looked up to see an extremely drunk Harry Potter stagger in. "Yes?" he said in his frostiest voice.
"Want you," declared Potter. Stumbling toward him, he tripped and landed in a heap at Snape's feet. "Want you to be m'boyfriend."
"Don't be absurd." Surreptitiously he tried to move away, but the boy grabbed at his ankles.
"Not 'bsurd. Please, Snapey?"
Snape glared. "Go. Away. Now."
"But I love you," wailed Harry, clutching tightly at Snape's legs.
"That's just too bad, isn't it."
Harry pouted. "Mean ol' Snapey. Breaking my heart."
"Fine," barked Snape, pulling out his wand. "Reparo!"
He watched Harry curiously, not sure what the effect would be; he did not expect his legs to give out, his arms to lift of their own accord to encircle the boy, his lips to seek out Harry's lips.
"Mm," mumbled those lips under his, "all better."
Lucius/Draco, Obliviate
"How bad is he?"
The warder lengthened his steps to keep up with Draco's strides. "About the same as last time, Sir. We've done what we could."
They came to a stop in front of Lucius's cell; his name and wealth had afforded him solitude and some measure of comfort, but it was still a cell, any way you looked at it. The warder unlocked the door, and Draco stepped in, wand at the ready.
"There you are! What is going --"
"Obliviate!" He quickly stepped inside the cell. "Are you well, Father?"
"Yes, yes," said Lucius absently. "Come sit with me."
Sitting on the padded bench, Lucius stroked Draco's hair while Draco spoke: the Dark Lord had taken another village, another Auror had been killed, they would find Potter soon.
After an hour of lies and kisses Draco left, wondering whether the Kiss would have been kinder, after all.
Draco/any Weasley, Transfiguration
Stupid holiday. Stupid Egypt. His parents certainly could have gone by themselves, but no, they said it would be broadening. Educational.
"Educational my arse," mumbled Draco, kicking at a large black beetle.
"What's that?" Bill, the cursebreaker who had been delegated to show him around - his fucking babysitter, that's what he was - looked up.
"This place is boring."
"Shall I transfigure that beetle into a girl for you, then?"
He shrugged. "Girls are boring, too." Looking up, he caught Bill's eye, saw the sudden gleam. The knowing smile. He smiled back.
Maybe Egypt wasn't so boring, after all.
Hagrid/anyone, lubrication spell gone wrong
"Now, now," Hagrid whispered soothingly. "Not gonna hurt yeh, you know that. Haven't I always been yer friend?"
Buckbeak's massive head inclined in what could have been a nod, and Hagrid took another careful step forward.
"Always been good ter yeh, haven't I? Always done right by yeh?" Slowly, slowly he moved closer. The stench of wet straw and unwashed feathers was nearly overpowering; ignoring it he reached one tentative hand to stroke the beast's flank. "This'll feel good, I promise yeh," he whispered, as his other hand fumbled with his pink umbrella and the wand hidden inside. "Lubriciosa!"
He took one more step - and slipped on the suddenly slick ground, barrelling into Buckbeak whose four limbs splayed out beneath him as well.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried, trying to right himself.
Buckbeak whinnied. Which meant, in the language of hippogriffs: "Sorry, not this time!"
Snape/Harry, Reparo
The door crashed open. Snape looked up to see an extremely drunk Harry Potter stagger in. "Yes?" he said in his frostiest voice.
"Want you," declared Potter. Stumbling toward him, he tripped and landed in a heap at Snape's feet. "Want you to be m'boyfriend."
"Don't be absurd." Surreptitiously he tried to move away, but the boy grabbed at his ankles.
"Not 'bsurd. Please, Snapey?"
Snape glared. "Go. Away. Now."
"But I love you," wailed Harry, clutching tightly at Snape's legs.
"That's just too bad, isn't it."
Harry pouted. "Mean ol' Snapey. Breaking my heart."
"Fine," barked Snape, pulling out his wand. "Reparo!"
He watched Harry curiously, not sure what the effect would be; he did not expect his legs to give out, his arms to lift of their own accord to encircle the boy, his lips to seek out Harry's lips.
"Mm," mumbled those lips under his, "all better."