Harry Potter | Draco/Oliver, Luna/Harry/Draco, Charlie/Hermione, Harry/Draco, Oliver/Percy
Title: the taste of happiness
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Oliver
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 82
Summary: Chocolate and love. Or something.
originally posted here
Ever since his early childhood Draco Malfoy has hated chocolate frogs. It could have been because he hated the sticky feeling on his fingers, or because his father thought such childish pleasures were not for Malfoys, or maybe he just never liked chocolate in the first place. But now, lying in bed, enjoying the afterglow of his release, he just can't say no when Oliver leans close with a chocolate frog between his teeth, pulling him into a messy, glorious, chocolate-flavoured kiss.
Title: Path not taken
Characters/Pairings: Luna/Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 213
Warning: implied character death
originally posted here
"You're crazy."
"And you're in love."
"But... but he will use this against me... he will..."
"Stop panicking, Harry. He said yes."
The first kiss is awkward, hesitant, and pretty disappointing and they both shoot Luna matching death-glares when she giggles in amusement. Harry considers calling it off but suddenly Draco pulls him into another kiss and this time he doesn't let go until they are both breathless and flushed. Clothes fall to the ground soundlessly, caresses become bolder, kisses more frantic.
Draco leads the way, kissing away Harry's inexperienced uncertainty, and Luna... well, her presence is a bit of a mystery, touching herself while watching them seems pleasure enough for her, she doesn't seem to expect more, but when they pull her into the game she doesn't seem surprised at all.
Draco is all ice and sharp edges to Harry's scourging fire, Luna is the creamy white mist that keeps them from consuming each other in blind passion. It's strange, it's insane, it's everything they could have dreamed of and Draco has never been happier in his whole life.
But Destiny always comes knocking on the door. And Draco can only hope that Harry and Luna will know that it was for their sakes he chose death over taking the Dark Mark.
Title: Lost in grey
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Charlie/Hermione (implied: Harry/Draco, Blaise/Ginny, past!Hermione/Ron)
Word Count: 200
Summary: Death and sex. Or something.
originally posted here
Kingsley stands in the door one evening with honest grief in his old face. The funeral is a week later; another grave numbing their senses to reality.
Fred. Arthur. George. And now Ron.
Three killed by curses, one parting from his life willingly, unable to be without his twin.
Molly is crying, holding onto Bill’s arm for support, Blaise tucks a stray strand of Ginny’s red hair that’s dancing in the wind behind her ear and she flinches at his touch, eyes distant, frightened.
Harry didn’t come. They all know where he is but no one dares speak the name of the white serpent that took their hero’s heart - it’s pathetic and Hermione wants to scream. Instead she just stands above her husband’s grave, no tears, no pain on her tired features. They say she’s exceptionally strong. Later she smashes a plate on the kitchen floor and keeps staring at it with horror. There’s a gentle touch on the small of her back and she melts into Charlie’s embrace with all the ease of three years filled with stolen moments and lies they will never be washed clean of now.
“Maybe…” he starts but can’t finish the sentence.
Yes, maybe…
Title: when the wrong one loves you right
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 165
Summary: Harry knows that it's not right to be in love with your enemy but when he is with Darco, it feels so right.
originally posted here
Every sinful touch fills him with guilt until he's ready to burst, the Dark Mark on soft pale skin burns his fingers over and over again with the memory of those he had lost, an army of ghosts who would feel nothing but disappointment at his choice. But then Draco tips his head back in pleasure and the low moan escaping his parted lips pushes the dead out of Harry's thoughts. For a few minutes the past loses its significance and the future pulls back its frightening claws. In Draco's arms Harry can strip off his name, his fulfilled destiny and the gaping precipice that's constantly beckoning him now that his sole purpose in life is gone, their great a weapon now forlorn in peace. When Draco's long legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer in a most welcome prison Harry almost feels like there's a point in the tedious monotony of breathing in and breathing out and maybe that's all that really matters.
Title: happily ever after?
Fandom: Harry POtter
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 260
Summary: Oliver and Percy attending Harry and Ginny's wedding makes them want to get married
originally posted here
The sweetness of their happiness almost makes Oliver's teeth ache, it's insane but addictive all the same. Ginny's shining eyes and Harry's awkward little smiles. Oliver tries to ignore Draco's empty seat and get lost in the carefree moment but he can't purge his mind from what he had seen the night before on Harry's stag night. The drunken desperation of Draco kissing Harry as if his life depended on it and Harry's firm rejection just won't let Oliver go.
He finds Percy in the kitchen, far away from the crowd, worryingly silent. Oliver leans against the sink beside him, not saying anything for a few minutes. He's seen Percy act like this on Ron and Hermione's wedding a few week's ago but back then he didn't quite understand what it was all about. Now he does and it scares him.
"Marry me," he says finally, deciding that attack is the best defense. Percy looks at him with wide eyes, utterly confused and speechless. "Marry me, Percy."
"But..."
"Just look how happy Seamus and Dean are. Wouldn't you like that?" Oliver gently touches Percy's arm but he flinches away.
"But Mum... she wouldn't," Percy sighs. "Things are only just beginning to get back to normal between us, I can't... I can't jeopardize that."
Oliver pulls him into a tight hug, not letting go even as Percy tries to pull away. It takes some time but gradually Percy stops resisting and hugs back.
"I love you," Oliver whispers and he can't help a hopeful smile when Percy echoes the words back.
Title: Thin Line
Fandom: Harry POtter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Word cOUnt: 300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: five times Draco said 'I hate you' and one time he said 'I love you'
originally posted here
The first time he's not more than a child and doesn't quite know the weight of the words he throws at Harry's retreating back but his palm itches for the handshake that was denied him. He's never been good with rejection.
“You will pay for this, Potter,” he sneers, putting all his venom in his eyes as if he could poison Harry just by looking at him. “I hate you,” he hisses between his teeth in his best impersonation of his father but Harry seems to look right through him just like Lucius did last time he visited him in Azkaban.
Draco barely recognizes himself in the sickly pale, exhausted boy with red-rimmed eyes staring back at him from the mirror. “I hate you,” he whispers at his reflection just as he hears the sound of footsteps from behind.
Draco slams his fist into his front door as soon as he closed it and rests his forehead against it tiredly. “I fucking hate you, Potter,” he whispers softly, remembering adrenaline rushing through his veins facing a furious Harry. He goes to the bathroom and steps under the cold shower, willing his hard-on away, refusing to touch himself. Dammit, he should never have gone into Auror training.
“I hate you, you stupid Gryffindor git.”
“Fuck you, Ferret.”
“How very imaginative, Potter,” Draco smirks. Harry rolls is eyes and pulls him into a small hug.
“I hate you too,” he smiles and pokes Draco in the side as he lets go. “See you at Ron’s birthday party later.”
Draco is breathing heavily when he pulls back, mesmerized by Harry’s moist, kiss-bruised lips. “I love you, Harry.” He says it so silently that Harry really shouldn’t be able to make out the words, but he does, shakes his head, and just walks away.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Oliver
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 82
Summary: Chocolate and love. Or something.
originally posted here
Ever since his early childhood Draco Malfoy has hated chocolate frogs. It could have been because he hated the sticky feeling on his fingers, or because his father thought such childish pleasures were not for Malfoys, or maybe he just never liked chocolate in the first place. But now, lying in bed, enjoying the afterglow of his release, he just can't say no when Oliver leans close with a chocolate frog between his teeth, pulling him into a messy, glorious, chocolate-flavoured kiss.
Title: Path not taken
Characters/Pairings: Luna/Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 213
Warning: implied character death
originally posted here
"You're crazy."
"And you're in love."
"But... but he will use this against me... he will..."
"Stop panicking, Harry. He said yes."
The first kiss is awkward, hesitant, and pretty disappointing and they both shoot Luna matching death-glares when she giggles in amusement. Harry considers calling it off but suddenly Draco pulls him into another kiss and this time he doesn't let go until they are both breathless and flushed. Clothes fall to the ground soundlessly, caresses become bolder, kisses more frantic.
Draco leads the way, kissing away Harry's inexperienced uncertainty, and Luna... well, her presence is a bit of a mystery, touching herself while watching them seems pleasure enough for her, she doesn't seem to expect more, but when they pull her into the game she doesn't seem surprised at all.
Draco is all ice and sharp edges to Harry's scourging fire, Luna is the creamy white mist that keeps them from consuming each other in blind passion. It's strange, it's insane, it's everything they could have dreamed of and Draco has never been happier in his whole life.
But Destiny always comes knocking on the door. And Draco can only hope that Harry and Luna will know that it was for their sakes he chose death over taking the Dark Mark.
Title: Lost in grey
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Charlie/Hermione (implied: Harry/Draco, Blaise/Ginny, past!Hermione/Ron)
Word Count: 200
Summary: Death and sex. Or something.
originally posted here
Kingsley stands in the door one evening with honest grief in his old face. The funeral is a week later; another grave numbing their senses to reality.
Fred. Arthur. George. And now Ron.
Three killed by curses, one parting from his life willingly, unable to be without his twin.
Molly is crying, holding onto Bill’s arm for support, Blaise tucks a stray strand of Ginny’s red hair that’s dancing in the wind behind her ear and she flinches at his touch, eyes distant, frightened.
Harry didn’t come. They all know where he is but no one dares speak the name of the white serpent that took their hero’s heart - it’s pathetic and Hermione wants to scream. Instead she just stands above her husband’s grave, no tears, no pain on her tired features. They say she’s exceptionally strong. Later she smashes a plate on the kitchen floor and keeps staring at it with horror. There’s a gentle touch on the small of her back and she melts into Charlie’s embrace with all the ease of three years filled with stolen moments and lies they will never be washed clean of now.
“Maybe…” he starts but can’t finish the sentence.
Yes, maybe…
Title: when the wrong one loves you right
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 165
Summary: Harry knows that it's not right to be in love with your enemy but when he is with Darco, it feels so right.
originally posted here
Every sinful touch fills him with guilt until he's ready to burst, the Dark Mark on soft pale skin burns his fingers over and over again with the memory of those he had lost, an army of ghosts who would feel nothing but disappointment at his choice. But then Draco tips his head back in pleasure and the low moan escaping his parted lips pushes the dead out of Harry's thoughts. For a few minutes the past loses its significance and the future pulls back its frightening claws. In Draco's arms Harry can strip off his name, his fulfilled destiny and the gaping precipice that's constantly beckoning him now that his sole purpose in life is gone, their great a weapon now forlorn in peace. When Draco's long legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer in a most welcome prison Harry almost feels like there's a point in the tedious monotony of breathing in and breathing out and maybe that's all that really matters.
Title: happily ever after?
Fandom: Harry POtter
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 260
Summary: Oliver and Percy attending Harry and Ginny's wedding makes them want to get married
originally posted here
The sweetness of their happiness almost makes Oliver's teeth ache, it's insane but addictive all the same. Ginny's shining eyes and Harry's awkward little smiles. Oliver tries to ignore Draco's empty seat and get lost in the carefree moment but he can't purge his mind from what he had seen the night before on Harry's stag night. The drunken desperation of Draco kissing Harry as if his life depended on it and Harry's firm rejection just won't let Oliver go.
He finds Percy in the kitchen, far away from the crowd, worryingly silent. Oliver leans against the sink beside him, not saying anything for a few minutes. He's seen Percy act like this on Ron and Hermione's wedding a few week's ago but back then he didn't quite understand what it was all about. Now he does and it scares him.
"Marry me," he says finally, deciding that attack is the best defense. Percy looks at him with wide eyes, utterly confused and speechless. "Marry me, Percy."
"But..."
"Just look how happy Seamus and Dean are. Wouldn't you like that?" Oliver gently touches Percy's arm but he flinches away.
"But Mum... she wouldn't," Percy sighs. "Things are only just beginning to get back to normal between us, I can't... I can't jeopardize that."
Oliver pulls him into a tight hug, not letting go even as Percy tries to pull away. It takes some time but gradually Percy stops resisting and hugs back.
"I love you," Oliver whispers and he can't help a hopeful smile when Percy echoes the words back.
Title: Thin Line
Fandom: Harry POtter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Word cOUnt: 300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: five times Draco said 'I hate you' and one time he said 'I love you'
originally posted here
The first time he's not more than a child and doesn't quite know the weight of the words he throws at Harry's retreating back but his palm itches for the handshake that was denied him. He's never been good with rejection.
“You will pay for this, Potter,” he sneers, putting all his venom in his eyes as if he could poison Harry just by looking at him. “I hate you,” he hisses between his teeth in his best impersonation of his father but Harry seems to look right through him just like Lucius did last time he visited him in Azkaban.
Draco barely recognizes himself in the sickly pale, exhausted boy with red-rimmed eyes staring back at him from the mirror. “I hate you,” he whispers at his reflection just as he hears the sound of footsteps from behind.
Draco slams his fist into his front door as soon as he closed it and rests his forehead against it tiredly. “I fucking hate you, Potter,” he whispers softly, remembering adrenaline rushing through his veins facing a furious Harry. He goes to the bathroom and steps under the cold shower, willing his hard-on away, refusing to touch himself. Dammit, he should never have gone into Auror training.
“I hate you, you stupid Gryffindor git.”
“Fuck you, Ferret.”
“How very imaginative, Potter,” Draco smirks. Harry rolls is eyes and pulls him into a small hug.
“I hate you too,” he smiles and pokes Draco in the side as he lets go. “See you at Ron’s birthday party later.”
Draco is breathing heavily when he pulls back, mesmerized by Harry’s moist, kiss-bruised lips. “I love you, Harry.” He says it so silently that Harry really shouldn’t be able to make out the words, but he does, shakes his head, and just walks away.