HP Drabbles

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Harry Potter Drabbles

500 words of H/D. reallythateasy asked for “the first time Harry runs into Draco after he and Ginny get divorced”. Posted 11-02-08.

The first weekend Harry gets his kids, he's really not sure what to do with them. He never wanted to be a part-time father, but the truth is he barely knows how to be that. He let Ginny do most of the work; he was only around for the fun stuff.

He picks the kids up from the Burrow and spends a few minutes talking to Arthur. His divorce from Ginny has been mostly amicable; he's still part of the family and he's glad for that. Even if it means Ginny's coming to him for advice with her new relationship, and Mrs. Weasley is hinting around that she's willing to set an extra place at the table if Harry wants to bring someone to Sunday dinner. He doesn't; he just wants to be there to do right by his kids. Besides, it's only been three months since they finalized everything. He's not ready to risk being hurt again.

He ends up taking the kids to a park that Arthur suggested, a place not that much different from the Muggle playground where Dudley and his cohorts used to make his childhood miserable, except the wizarding park has an area designated for flying. He wishes for a moment that he had brought the kids' brooms, but files that away as something to do on another visit. He turns the kids loose and sits back to watch them.

His attention is drawn to a small, vaguely familiar child with blonde hair who immediately joins in with his crew. He wonders who the child is here with, but has his answer when Draco Malfoy sits down beside him.

"They grow up fast, don't they?"

Harry nods, glancing at Malfoy. In the years since Hogwarts, the two of them are friendly, having dealt with one another on numerous occasions, but not friends. Harry is still cautious about dealing with him.

"So, I hear you and Ginny called it quits? If you ever want to talk – god, that sounds ridiculous, but pretend for a moment that we're not complete enemies, yeah? – it hasn't really been that long since Pansy left, so."

Harry nods again, trying to think of a proper response that isn't 'not on your life', but is interrupted by screaming on the playground. He and Malfoy both jump up, armed with parental instinct and first aid charms, but the injured child isn't one of theirs. Harry laughs shakily as they sit back down. "I don't think I'll ever get used to the fear of something happening to one of them, something that I can't control or stop," he admits.

"Tell me about it," Malfoy answers, eyes focused on the kids. "I think mine is training to be a bloody Gryffindor, what with all the foolish risks he takes."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with Gryffindors," Harry says with a slight smile.

"Whatever, Potter." Malfoy looks away and then turns back to Harry. "Would you and your brood of heathens like to have lunch with us?"

225 words from the random H/D Eighth Year verse that exists in my head. Written from gelsey’s prompt words: bottle, crimson, breeze. Posted 10-22-08.

Draco didn’t look at Pansy as he handed over the bottle of firewhisky. He knew she wouldn’t actually drink it – she was humouring him, sitting beside him on the steps to the Owlery in the late-evening breeze and taking fake sips from the bottle each time he passed it to her. When they got caught – which was usually by one of the Seventh Year Prefects, who would roll their eyes and warn them where Filch was – or when Draco started talking something he did little of lately, Pansy would help him stumble back to the dungeons. They’d curl up under the throw he had picked up in London, crimson like the blood that was on his cowardly hands, and Pansy would talk until he fell asleep, spinning fanciful stories about far-away places where children didn’t fight in Wars and school was a safe haven and parents proved their unconditional love. Draco knew it was selfish, knew he shouldn’t allow Pansy to look after him. Shouldn’t expect it. But he’d been a selfish, spoiled brat for so long now, he didn’t really know how to change, so he’d keep letting Pansy do as she pleased until she got fed up and left. Maybe then he’d find a reason to leave this school, this world, this life behind, because really, she was the only reason he stayed.


150 words of Hermione & Charlie. Written from gelsey’s prompt words: silly, desk, shout. Posted 10-22-08.

Hermione knew she was being silly – honestly, it was just a little (really really big) mouse (rat) – but her wand was on the other side of the room and she wasn’t getting off the top of the desk to retrieve it. That mouse (rat) was probably rabid and hungry, and Hermione was pretty sure it had been eyeing her toes when it had run towards her. She looked up when the door edged open, expecting to see Ron or Ginny. Instead, it was Charlie.

“I heard you shout; what’s wrong?”

Hermione blushed, feeling even more ridiculous. “Um. There was a mouse…”

Charlie laughed, the sound warm and friendly, and stepped into the room. “Well, mice are decidedly more wily than dragons, but I’m pretty sure I can manage to capture one in order to rescue a fair maiden.”

Hermione didn’t bother telling Charlie she wasn’t technically fair or a maiden.


350 words of Teddy/Victoire. For gelsey’s prompt of “first kiss”. Posted 10-22-08.

Teddy wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here, but apparently he wasn’t the only one wanting to escape the festivities. Celebrating the anniversary of the Final Battle had become a Wizarding tradition, filled with food and explosions and laughter, but for Teddy it was sometimes only a sad reminder of the parents he didn’t remember. He knew they had died fighting, knew that they were good people and heroes, but he would sometimes rather they were boring and unknown and here.

Teddy wasn’t exactly being quiet or stealthy, so he was surprised when Victoire jumped the touch of his hand to her back.

She whirled around, laughing and wide-eyed as she held a hand over her heart. “You scared me!”

“Sorry. Can I sit with you a while?”

Victoire sat back down and patted the empty bit of log beside her. The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, but it wasn’t really awkward. They were friends, pretty close friends, and despite the tension that had sprung up between them during the school year when Victoire had starting spending her time with the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, they generally got along well.

Finally, Teddy spoke up. “I expected to see Jacob here today.”

“We’re not seeing each other anymore,” Victoire answered, not looking at Teddy. “He was more interested in my parentage than in me, I think.”

“His loss. Although, I suppose that means I won’t have to take away House points when I catch the two of you snogging in the library, so that’s a plus.”

Victoire laughed. “That never happened; you must be thinking of Amelia Wood and her Hufflepuff fling.”

“I heard stories.”

“Lies, all lies. I never actually kissed Jacob.”

“Really?”

“Nope.” Victoire turned to face Teddy, watching him with an expression that was part mischief and part anxiousness. “First kisses are supposed to be special. He wasn’t special enough.”

“And do you have someone in mind that is special enough?”

“Perhaps.” She leaned in to whisper, “I always wanted you to be my first,” before pressing her lips to his.

For ltlredhairdgirl. Draco/Harry. 200 words. Posted 09-19-08.

The candles have long since burnt low, their flickering flames only maintained by the spell woven around them. Draco had been sitting in the same spot for hours, telling himself he wasn't going to wait much longer for Harry to return, but he could never actually force himself to get up and leave. He studied the postcard on the table, a scene from some Muggle beach where Pansy and Blaise were wasting away the last of their summer days. They had invited him along, but he refused. Said he had to stay here, to wait for Harry to decide between him and Ginny, no matter what the decision was. He should have known better.

He pushed away from the table, stormed to the bedroom, and threw some clothes in a bag. He glanced at the framed photo on the nightstand – him and Harry, Blaise and Pansy, Hermione and Viktor, taken when they had traveled to Romania to visit Charlie Weasley, before Ginny had announced she was pregnant and wanted Harry home – and pushed it down on the table. He ignored the bits of broken glass that cut into his hands and decided the broken picture was enough of a note.


chaeldub asked for HP: Seamus/Dean - Year 8, Absinthe, socks. 200 words. Posted 07-23-08.

Seamus tried to be quiet as he stumbled in the dark through the Gryffindor common room. Normally he didn't mind the rules that had been set for Year Eight, needed to be treated like a kid again even though he had seen battle, but he really, really didn't want to get caught tonight.

He barely managed to hold back a curse when he ran into yet another chair – just how many were there? He really didn't think there had been this many chairs in the common room earlier. Maybe they multiplied at night. Or maybe they were having a furniture party, invited the furniture from the other House common rooms.

"Seamus!"

At Dean's harsh whisper, Seamus realized he was standing in the middle of the floor giggling. No, not giggling. Men didn't giggle. He was chuckling.

"Dean, I can't feel my feet," he said mournfully. "First my toes and now my whole feet, I think maybe my socks ate them. Maybe they're… what do you call them? Carnival socks? You know, things that eat meat?"

Dean rolled his eyes, but Seamus recognized the fondness in the gesture. "C'mon," Dean said, taking Seamus' hand. "Bedtime. And no more absinthe for you."

For ltlredhairdgirl. Harry/Giant Squid: beach ball, tofu burgers, accio. 150 words. Posted 07-09-08.

Harry sat on the end of the dock and dangled his feet into the lake. He was glad to be spending time with his friends, but he was really ready for them to go home. He felt a sticky tentacle wrap around his ankle and reached down to pet it, glancing over to the shore where Hermione was grilling tofu burgers for the kids. She had been instructing Ron from the picnic blanket, but had quickly traded the baby for the spatula. No one was surprised. Harry rolled his eyes and slid into the water, immediately comforted by the way the Giant Squid wrapped herself around him and held him up. He fumbled with his wand and aimed it toward the rocks. “Accio!” He plucked the beach ball from the air and held it above his head. “I think they’re going to be here for a while, love. Wanna play?”

Draco/Blaise for gelsey, 200 words. Posted 12-16-07.

Draco ignored the calls of his housemates, not interested in snowball fights and fort-building. He once believed the first snow of the season to be a wonderous, beautiful thing. Of course, he used to believe in fairy tales too, like the unconditional love and protection of his parents. Now he felt like a pawn in their quest to prove themselves loyal to the cause of He Who Must Not Be Named, and the first snow was just an excuse for the idiots around him to engage in oblivious frivolity. If Draco completed his task, this time next year Potter would be dead and the majority of the world -- wizarding and otherwise -- would be scared and suffering. If Draco failed, this would be his last first snow.

Draco didn't want to think about it. He turned to look at Blaise, who was sitting crosslegged atop Draco's bed, watching, apparently picking up on Draco's thoughts. He held out a hand and, when Draco took it, pulled him to the bed. "We can figure a way out of this," he whispered, wrapping his arms around Draco in familiar comfort.

Draco shook his head. There was no escaping what was to come.

225 words of post-DH HP for gelsey. Posted 9-9-07.

George stared out the window at the kids playing tag in the garden. He wasn't even sure where they had all come from. After the War, it seemed that everyone (except him) had decided that settling down and having babies was the proper course of action. Within a year, there was a flurry of weddings -- Ron and Hermione, Harry and Ginny, Dean and Luna, Seamus and Lavender, Neville and some little Hufflepuff girl whose name George could never remember -- and about six months later, the babies started coming. And for some reason, gathering at the Weasleys' became a Sunday tradition for more people than George could count.

Nearly six years later, here they were. He could see Ginny sitting in the corner of the garden, keeping a careful eye on her little ones as she worked on the border of the blanket she was finishing for the soon-to-be-newest Longbottom. The enticing smells drifting up the stairs told him Mum was in the kitchen, making some type of dessert with berries that she had taken some of the older grandkids to help pick earlier. From somewhere in the house, he could hear the faint cries of a baby. Dean and Luna's youngest, he thought, vaguely remembering someone mentioning he was cutting teeth.

It was nowhere near perfect, but to George it felt like home.

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ltlredhairdgirl prompted me with chocolate pudding wrestling. I think she wanted that to be J2 as well, but she didn't specify, and I was feeling bad at the time for neglecting my HP characters, so I wrote puppies instead. 250 words, and I don't think it's Britishly correct b/c of the difference in the whole "pudding" concept, but oh well. Posted 6-26-07.

Remus wasn't even sure why they were fighting, but he and Sirius were going at it like... well, like a dog and a wolf, he guessed, even though they were their everyday human selves. Weeks of tension and bitten-back words and underlying anger had finally spilled over, and when Sirius had made a snide, offhand remark about Remus' inability to master a certain charm they were working on, Remus jumped him.

Now they were rolling around on the ground, wrestling for dominance even though the whole situation had spun so far out of control that fighting wasn't going to solve anything.

Sirius got the upper hand and Remus was momentarily distracted by the feel of something cold and squishy beneath his back. Sirius froze above him, and Remus assumed it was because felt it to. They had been on dry, solid ground, nowhere near the lake.

As they sank deeper into the mess, Remus realized that even though it looked and felt like mud, it smelled like chocolate. Pudding. Chocolate pudding. He glanced to the side and saw James standing there watching expectantly.

"You two done?"

Lily was standing beside him, looking decidedly unamused. "Pudding? That was your great plan?"

"They stopped, didn't they? It's better than mud. Besides, who can stay mad when there's pudding involved?"

Sirius and Remus looked at each other, a silent conversation, and then sat up.

Lily laughed and ducked out of the way as two handfuls of pudding hit James smack in the face.

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Written for bicrim and the prompt H/D, lemon, lover, fairy. Posted 4-27-07.

Draco didn't know why he was here, at a birthday party for the child of one of the Weasleys. Harry somehow thought that because Draco was his lover, he needed to be friends with Harry's "family". And Harry was good about getting his way.

Draco leaned against the wall and tried to keep from attracting attention. He was watching Harry walk around the room and talk to everyone, and he was could hear young voices behind him somewhere talking about the Tooth Fairy, a ridiculous Muggle fairytale.

Draco hoped Harry knew he owed him. Even if there was lemon cake.

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Written for gelsey and the prompt non-prat!Percy, sweet things, blue. Posted 4-27-07.

Percy was on a mission. Somewhere there was a store that had the perfect wedding present, but he hadn't found it yet. It was hard to find something that said "Congratulations" and "I'm sorry I broke up the family".

He knew he didn't need forgiveness -- the wedding invitation was enough for him to know that everything in the past was past -- but that didn't change the fact that he felt he had somehow disappointed his older brother.

He left yet another shop, getting discouraged. There were a lot of sweet things, but none of them were the right thing. One last store, he told himself, and then he'd give up for the day. As soon as he walked in, a splash of blue in the corner caught his eye and he smiled. It was exactly what he had been looking for, even if he hadn't realized it until.

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Last week, when I was internetless, I txtd my Fave Five and asked them for prompts and ltlredhairdgirl shared the offer with her flist. lilian_cho sent me a prompt that was City of Hereos, and I didn't know if she meant the show Hereos (which I don't watch) or just the phrase. So, 100 words for my very first beta: (posted 3-24-07)

It was called the City of Heroes, but most of the citizens here didn't feel heroic. If they had chosen the name of their retreat, it would have been just that -- Retreat. City of the Left. City of Failure.

They didn't deserve praise, and they didn't deserve thanks.

They had won the War, but they had lost themselves along the way, shards of their souls buried with their friends, their lovers, their families. They all knew there was something more they could have done, someone they could have saved, some reason why still being alive felt like a punishment.

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football_girl likes to give me schmoopy prompts, but this one didn't turn out the way she expected, I'm sure. She asked for: Remus/Sirius, chocolate body paint, pink socks, fluffy towels. 200 words for you, love: (Posted 3-24-07)

Remus stared silently across the room, studying the scars and tattoos that ran along Sirius' back. Some of them were quite like the markings Remus had once put there during an escapade with chocolate body paint, only Remus was pretty sure that he couldn't remove this art with his tongue. He tried to focus on the memory, on happier times, rather than on how malnourished and pale Sirius was.

Sirius glanced at him and Remus quickly turned back to the task at hand. He gathered up a fresh change of clothes for Sirius, something warm and comfy, including a pair of socks that had fallen victim to a Tweasley prank and were now pink. Remus thought (hoped) Sirius, the once Master of Mischief, would get a laugh out of that.

His last addition to the pile in his arms was a large towel. The large, fluffy towels were one of the few luxuries he allowed himself. He found it comforting to wrap up in them, to have the soft material drinking up some of the water from his skin even as the cool air kissed away the rest.

He handed the pile to Sirius and nudged him towards the shower.

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gelsey asked for HP, Viktor/Hermione, time, tempest, treasure. Posted 2-24-07.

Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. The hands had barely moved since the last time she had looked. It was just her luck to be stranded in this tiny pub in the middle of nowhere, although she was actually fortunate that there had been shelter nearby when the sudden tempest arose. Tempest. The word sounded like something straight out of the Victorian Era, but it was the best way she could think of to describe the wind and rain outside.

She was still turning the word over in her head when the door opened and a bedraggled wizard stumbled in. Hermione barely glanced up at the stranger until she realized his voice wasn't strange. He must have noticed her attention, because he turned and smiled before heading in her direction.

"Hello."

"Hi."

They both knew better than to apply any sort of name to their greeting. Times were too perilous.

"What are you doing here?"

"Searching for treasure." To an outside observer, her words would have sounded sarcastic or teasing, but she knew Viktor would know it meant she was looking for a Horcrux. "Not having much luck, though, and it doesn't seem to be letting up any outside."

Viktor nodded sympathetically as he pulled out the chair on the other side of the table and sat down. "I will buy you a drink while we wait."

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lilian_cho wanted Harry found out that Draco thinks the Winchester brothers are hot. Together. Goober. Posted 2-24-07.

The house was quiet when Harry got home. Too quiet. He rolled his eyes and heading for the study, cursing himself for ever teaching Draco how to access the internet.

Sure enough, he found his boyfriend in front of the computer. "Draco, what are you doing?"

Draco looked at Harry and grinned. "Reading. Fanfic."

"Tell me you're not reading Sam and Dean porn again."

"But the Winchesters are hot! Especially together!"

"They're brothers!"

"Yeah, but--"

"You know what? Never mind. Between this and your father fixation and what we found out about Bellatrix and Regulus, I'm starting to think incest is a Black family trait."

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the twins pull a prank, written for the 14 valentines posts. Posted 2-11-07.

Ginny heard the laughter coming from the kitchen before she got to the bottom of the stairs. Everyone was so happy, like everything was normal, but everything was so far from normal. Normal would have meant spending Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, but the situation in the wizarding world had become so perilous towards the end of the fall semester that when the kids went home for Christmas, they were advised not to come back. So Ginny was stuck at home, bored out of her skull and wondering if anyone was ever going to see her as being grown enough to actually help with the Order.

She peeked into the kitchen and saw several pink rabbits jumping around the room. It they weren't rabbits and therefore undeniably cute, she'd say that they seemed to be angry about something. Then she saw the plate of mini heart-shaped cakes on the table and Fred and George doubled over with laughter.

"New invention?" she asked lightly.

"Yeah, but we couldn't get the formula right in time for Valentine's. Oh well, at least we'll be prepared for Easter!"

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Part of the backstory to Just Add Tea, written for the 14 valentines posts. Posted 2-8-07.


Harry locked the door of his teashop and turned off the lights before settling into one of the large, comfy chairs. Having a grand opening on Valentine's Day had been a fantastic idea. Not only had he made a decent profit and (hopefully) earned a few customers, but he hadn't thought about Draco at all. Until now, of course, but the evening was always when Draco crept into his thoughts. It was a year ago today that he had left a sleeping Draco and gone off to defeat Tom Riddle -- Harry refused to even think about him as Voldemort, or as any type of Lord; he was nothing but a cowardly, psychotic half-blood who ruined the lives of decent wizards even after his death -- before disappearing from the wizarding world, and from Britain all together.

He had had no other choice. He knew that then and he knew it now. It didn't make the nights any easier though. He had no contacts left in his old life. The only ones he would have completely trusted were dead, and it was too risky to maintain contact with any of the others. He did have Fawkes, though, and he was sure that he would know when Lucius Malfoy was dead. Until then, he'd stay away.

He hadn't wanted to make the deal, but he had been forced into it. Tom Riddle was no more, and Draco was alive. Now if Harry could just forget about him...

Harry sighed and stood up to head back to his apartment. "Happy Valentine's Day to me, I guess."

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Part of the backstory to Just Add Tea, written for the 14 valentines posts. Posted 2-7-07.

Draco lay in the dark, watching the shadows that raced down the wall to mirror the rain on the window. No doubt the rest of the world was thinking the rain was romantic, even if it had made them alter their Valentine's plans. Bugger that. He preferred to think of it as a complement to his mood. Today should have been a day of celebration, a happy occasion. Voldemort had been defeated; the War was over. Everything ahead of them was a new beginning. Except the beginning that Draco was expecting was ending instead.

Harry was gone. No word to anyone, just gone. He had destroyed Voldemort, checked to make sure that his companions were alive, and vanished. Despite the searching and the tracking spells and Draco's sheer want to find him, there was no trace of the Twice Hero of the Wizarding World.

It would be easier on Draco if he could believe that what they had was all a lie wrapped up in lust, but he couldn't. He knew that what they had was real. Something had happened, and Draco had a sinking feeling his father was involved. He would figure it out, though, and one day Harry James Potter was going to have to make good on all those "after the war" promises he had made.

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Ron/Pansy, from the GoS&T 'verse, written for the 14 valentines posts. Posted 2-5-07.

It was nearly a year ago that they had met, and so much had happened since then that it felt like a lot longer. Ron hadn't really thought about the time that had passed until he realized that this would be their first Valentine's Day together.

He skipped out of work early -- which was actually a relief because whatever was going on, or not going on, between Harry and Draco had turned the place into a warzone -- and stopped at the Muggle florist on the corner to pick up a dozen pink roses. He thought briefly about buying a card as well, but none of the preprinted ones fit what he was feeling, and an empty one would do him no good because he had no idea how to put what he was feeling into words. He'd just have to give her the flowers and then take the rest of the night to show her how he felt.

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HP, Ginny-centric fluff (Ginny/Neville) for gelsey on 2006-04-20

Ginny caught sight of her reflection in the window of a shop as she passed, and she had to grin. This morning when she woke, there was a wreath of flowers on her window sill, "a crown for the Queen of my garden."

The flowers complemented her hair and complexion perfectly. The interwoven flowers had been picked especially for her. Actually, they had probably been grown especially for her. She did know that eventually the flowers would wilt and perish, but she wasn't sad. No, not sad... because, unlike the flowers, the love Neville had for her would never die.

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HP, Seamus/Blaise for irisgirl12000 on 2006-04-22

Seamus
Seamus was a bit distracted as he made his way through the crowds in Diagon Alley, trying not to lose sight of Harry. He hadn't seen Harry since Harry had moved out of the house they shared without telling Seamus where he was going or exactly why they weren't working.

Seamus knew there was someone else.

He watched as Harry looked around, appearing nervous. Harry slipped around the corner of a building into the alleyway. Seamus hurried to catch up and spied a flash of blond just before he collided with another person, sending them both crashing to the ground.

Blaise
Blaise groaned and squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut. After weeks, he had finally seen Draco, had followed him to this alley that would be the perfect place to talk about reconciliation or some other very un-Slytherin ideal. He had almost caught up with Draco when some idiot ran into him.

Said idiot was now between Blaise and the ground, and Blaise had to admit that the situation wasn't all bad. Maybe it was a dream, because how likely was it that Blaise would be knocked down by a man with a body that felt so good underneath his?

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HP, Draco & Snape, written for lilian_cho

Draco didn't look up from the Wolfsbane he was carefully stirring, but every few minutes he would break the silence with a sigh. Snape knew he wanted to say something, or ask something, but he wasn't sure what exactly was going through the boy's head.

Finally, Draco managed to spill his question. "Why? I thought you hated Potter?"

Snape studied the young man silently for a moment. "It's not about Potter." Snape stood and crossed the room. "As for the why... I do what I must for what I believe is right. For all of us. And so must you."

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Here's one for alli_everyday, who requested Draco, feeding Harry chicken soup. 200 words. Posted 01-01-07.

"You're a right prat when you're sick, Potter," Draco grumbled, carrying a tray into the bedroom.

"As opposed to you being a prat all the time?" Harry retorted, struggling to sit up.

Draco hurriedly set the tray on the beside table and fluffed the pillows, helping Harry get settled.

"What's that?" Harry asked, glancing at the bowl on the tray. "I'm not hungry."

"Mum Weasley sent over chicken soup, and I'm under orders to make sure you eat it." Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the bowl, dipping a spoon into the broth. "And I'm more afraid of her than I am of you, especially given your current state of illness. Now open."

Harry resisted for a moment before swallowing the soup grudgingly and crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not a child."

"No, you just act like one. Now, shut it and eat. If you finish it all, I'll... cuddle with you and your germs."

Harry tried not to smile. Draco hated the word cuddle, hated germs even more, but apparently loved Harry enough to look past both those things. Being sick had it's perks.

Harry finished the soup without another word.

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For lilian_cho, who asked for H/D with past Draco/Ron. Bonus point if the phrase "pureblood love" is used . I really don't think this is anywhere near what she had in mind, but that's okay. 300 words. Posted 01-01-07.

Draco tried to block out his father's voice in his head, push aside all the lectures on "pureblood love" and finding the "right" marriage partner. From an early age, Draco had been conditioned to think his life would end up in a marriage to a highly influential woman. It wasn't necessary that he be attracted to her; affairs were not only common in the elite wizarding circles, they were almost expected.

Fuck! He had really made a mess of things. It didn't matter that his father was long gone, that the hierarchy of society Draco had been raised with had been completely restructured. He still had expected certain things in his life to follow the plan. Falling in love hadn't been part of the deal. Falling in love with Harry Potter... well, that was so far off-course Draco wondered if Fate was playing some sick joke on him.

Up until three months ago, Draco hadn't even admitted to himself he was attracted to men. Then had come a drunken night he only partially remembered, followed by a morning he wished he could forget. Waking up beside Ron Weasley, both of them naked and sticky, was a hard memory to lose though.

Even before then, it had always been Harry who had consumed Draco's thoughts. Harry who had starred in the dreams that were only half-recalled in the morning. And now, with the help of the aforementioned Weasel and his little sister, Draco was meeting Harry here, alone, and hopefully... well, hopefully, Draco would find a way to silence his father's voice once and for all. He figured that kissing Harry would make his father disown him from beyond the grave. Or maybe Harry's magic was so powerful that it would block out the sounds. Either way, tonight was the night.

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For bicrim, who asked for HP, H/D, moonlight, howler, meanspirited, 250 words. Posted 12-27-06.

Draco stood at the window, silently watching the lone figure silhouetted in the moonlight. He didn't know what to say, didn't even know where to start. There had been quite an uproar caused by the public revelation of their relationship. They had expected some unpleasantness, but the reality of all the cruel and meanspirited attention directed at them had been trying.

Draco didn't feel too terribly bad. He had been faced with a vast amount of ill will for a long time, even after he was declared an ally of the Order and a friend of Harry Potter himself. This latest chapter in his life had only brought him several owls about what ruin and embarassment he was bringing to the Malfoy name.

He wished he could find a way to make Harry understand that the Howler they had received from Mum Weasley was as sign of love. She was angry that they hadn't told the Order (mainly her) before the rest of the world found out. She was worried about the two of them, armed with many of the concerns a parent has when one of their children enters into a questionable relationship. Still, Draco thought the fact the Howler had indeed been addressed to both of them to be a sign of some form of acceptance.

Draco opened the door and stalked quietly across the dark yard. He still wasn't sure what he was going to say to Harry, but he did know that they should be together.

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for Margot (football_girl), who gave me a prompt of H/D, puppies, see-through underwear, and pigs. 250 words. Posted 8-14-06.

At the sound of Draco's scream, Harry rushed into the bedroom, wand at the ready and their puppies on his heels, and found only Draco, flushed with fever and fighting with the bedclothes. Harry tucked his wand back into the pocket of his jeans -- he still kept it there despite Moody's dire admonitions -- and crawled onto the bed, patiently helping Draco extract himself from the tangled sheets and trying to supress the worry he felt over Draco's clammy skin and unfocused eyes.

Draco was babbling -- another thing that worried Harry because a Malfoy would never babble -- so Harry made the appropriate combination of comforting nonsense words and soft petting.

"Shh, it was just a nightmare. I've got you; everything's fine." As he spoke, he instinctually cast a few wordless, wandless spells that made the sheets clean and cool once more.

"But, Harry, it was horrible! You had us living on this tiny little farm with no house-elves, and you were making me go out and feed the animals, and all these ugly pigs with their beady little eyes were staring at my see-through underwear like they wanted to eat me! Why would we have pigs, Harry? Vile, disgusting creatures!"

"It was a dream. I promise never to let pigs anywhere near you." Harry managed to contain his amusement as he lay back on the bed and tugged Draco down with him. He was going to tease the hell out of Draco when he was feeling better...

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Double drabble for nymphadora17, who asked for Harry/Draco and Muggle movies. Posted 7-18-06.

Draco had been complaining about one thing or another all morning, and it was the sweetest sound Harry had ever heard. Draco had been released from the hospital the evening before, and he was determined to defy the Healer's advice to stay in bed (with no strenous activity) for a few more days.

"Oh, Draco, it's not that bad." Harry came in from the kitchen, where he had been putting away the things Ron and Pansy had brought by.

"You're not the one stuck here all day," Draco grumbled.

"I'm going to be stuck here as long as you are," Harry answered, laying a bag of DVDs on the couch beside Draco.

Draco looked in the bag. "Muggle movies?"

"Yeah, thought we could lay here on the couch today and watch a few." Draco had a not-so-secret fondness for any and all Muggle films; it was a sure way to keep him calm for a day or so.

Draco gave Harry a mischievous grin, the first real sign of happiness Harry had seen since they had gotten home.

"Mr. Potter, you heard the Healer; you're going to have to lay on this couch with me for the next three days."

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Double Drabble of Colin/Parvati for someone on my flist who shall remain nameless because she doesn't want word getting out that she asked me for fluff. Posted 7-18-06.

Colin loved his job as Daily Prophet photographer, and the money he made doing photo manipulations for the Quibbler, but his favorite photographs were still Muggle ones. Catching Parvati off guard had become a popular pastttime, and he lined the wall of his flat with pictures of her. She asked him why.

"I like them," Colin said simply, taking Parvati by the hand and leading her closer, pointing to several pictures in turn.

"In this one, I like the way your hair is falling around your face, making me want to brush it back.

"This one, where you're focusing so hard I can see the tip of your tongue sticking out in concentration, is adorable and reminds me how dedicated you are.

"And this one is my favorite, because even with that completely surprised expression -- and I think your socks don't match -- it captures that look that belongs to me, and I keep this here to keep you close to me."

Parvati smiled at Colin, her eyes lit up with amusement and adoration. He was right; that look was reserved only for him, and the logic behind his Muggle photographs was only one of the many reasons why.

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