Valentines Drabbles
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why_me_why_notValentine's Day Drabbles
It started small, with Dean stealing sips of Sam's coffee when he thought no one was looking. Then Dean began insisting that he be the one to go on coffee runs, and by the time his coffee reached his hands, Sam's cup would be a quarter empty. Dean would usually try to blame it on the girl at the coffee counter, even though his own cup of black coffee was completely filled.
When Sam got a Starbucks gift card wrapped up in a letter from Jessica's parents, Dean's eyes lit up like a child at Christmas.
Sam couldn't help but laugh. "C'mon, man, just admit it. You like my coffee."
"Whatever, Sam, I'd only drink that frou frou stuff if it was a last resort and I was in desperate need of a caffiene fix."
"Whatever." Sam shifted in his seat, the disbelief clear in his voice. "Any reason we're getting off the interstate?"
"We need gas."
Sam glanced at the gas gauge, which was less than an eighth of a tank below Full. "No, we don't."
"Well, it won't hurt to top her off." He pulled into the gas station and cut the engine.
"Yeah. And the fact that there's a Starbucks right next to the gas station has nothing to do with it."
Dean glared at his brother. "Give me that damn card."
Karissa sat at the window in her dormitory, watching her classmates as they walked to Hogsmeade. She wanted to go with them, but she hadn't been feeling well and Madam Pomfrey had forbidden it, even going so far as to talk to Remus, who was still technically her guardian, who had revoked her permission to go into town.
She understood, really she did, but that didn't mean she liked it. As if spending two days in the infirmary hadn't been bad enough. Now she was missing Hogsmeade on the weekend before Valentine's day, and all her friends would come back talking about what a good time they had with their "sweethearts". It seemed that everyone had a sweetheart for Valentine's weekend except for her, since she was confined to the castle.
She turned around with a sigh, looking at the package that Hedwig had dropped off that morning. Yeah, the charm bracelet was beautiful, and the chocolate was her favorite kind, but a present from her brother and his boyfriend wasn't the same as one from her boyfriend. The boyfriend who had been acting differently towards her since they came back from Christmas break. The boyfriend that was probably on his way to Hogsmeade with someone from his own House.
A flash of movement caught Karissa's attention and she turned to find Dobby standing by the foot of her bed, hopping nervously from one foot to the other. She didn't understand what he had to be nervous about. Even though he spent the school year here at Hogwarts, he spent the summers and holidays at Harry and Draco's, same as she did.
"Miss Karissa, you is wanted in the kitchens." He disappeared as quickly as he had come.
Confused, Karissa debated changing out of her pajamas but decided against it. The only ones in the kitchen were the house elves, and they had seen her in her pajamas on several midnight-snack occasions. She tossed the invisibility cloak over her -- Draco didn't know she had it; Harry had given it to her before the start of the current school year and warned that if she got caught with it, she'd better come up with a good excuse -- and headed for the kitchens.
When she walked in, she was surprised to find that the small table set with tea for two, finger sandwiches in the shape of hearts, and cookies in the shape of mini-cupids. "What--" she started to ask, but stopped when she saw Patrick standing on the other side of the table, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Hi."
"Hi," she returned, a bit hesitantly. "Shouldn't you be on your way to Hogsmeade right now?"
"Without you?" He gestured towards the table and pulled out a chair for her. "Why would I do that?"
"Well, you've been acting a bit strange lately," she answered truthfully.
"Hmm." He sat down across from her and appeared to be choosing his words before he spoke. "Karissa, when my mother found out exactly where I had spent the Christmas holiday, she sent me a not-so-pleasant owl. Not that that's anything unusual for her, it's just that in this one she accused me of being after your family's money, or wanting a piece of your fame. And I... I've just been worrying that others think that too, and I don't know how to convince you -- and them -- that it's not true."
Karissa started to smile. "You mean Draco didn't scare you off with his 'big brother' talks?"
Patrick shook his head.
"Don't worry about anyone else. I know that you like me for me, and that's all that counts." She leaned across the table and kissed him. It was a happy Valentines for her after all.
“Hey, Morgan, thank you for the flowers and candy, that was really sweet,” JJ said as soon as Morgan walked into the conference room.
He was about to ask what she was talking about when Garcia added, “Ah, you sent JJ a Valentine’s surprise too? I think I’m jealous?”
“Wait, JJ and Garcia got flowers? Where’s mine?” Prentiss asked.
Morgan couldn’t tell if she was serious or not, but still...
“I didn’t send anyone flowers, not that all three of you don’t deserve them, but they aren’t from me.”
JJ and Garcia looked at each other, slightly confused.
“Well, they weren’t signed,” JJ started to explain, “but they were from someone on the team. I know it wasn’t Hotch because he saw them and remembered that he’d forgotten to get his wife something. And Gideon isn’t the flowery, romantic type. That just leaves you and Reid...”
“What about Reid?” Reid walked into the room, cup of coffee in one hand and a case file in the other.
“Reid, did you send me flowers? And Garcia?”
“Um, yes, well... it is Valentines Day, and it’s customary for men to send a token of affection to the women in their lives, right? And since it seems I see you two more than I see my own bed, I thought I should get you something. Was I wrong? Because if I am, tell me and I’ll never send you flowers or chocolates again...”
“Oh, no, you can send me flowers anytime you want.”
"Brian, there's a young artist from New York on line one for you."
"Thank you, Cynthia." Brian decided to be professional because the last time Cynthia had announced a caller that way, Brian had picked up a bit inappropriately and... well, he had had to do some fast talking to explain that one. "Brian Kinney."
This time, however, it actually was his young artist from New York. "What are you wearing?"
Brian laughed. "A business suit, which is appropriate since I'm in my office taking business calls."
"I can think of some other business that has been taken care of in your office." Justin didn't give Brian a chance to answer before he rushed into, "So, I got your voicemail and I'm returning your call. What's up?"
"It seems the esteemed Mr. Honeycutt is throwing a party on Valentine's Day."
"Emmett's a party planner; he throws parties every night."
"Yes, but this is his personal party. To which I have been invited."
"And?"
"It's a couples-only party, because Emmett has developed this... thing about uneven numbers on his guest lists. And I was going to take Daphne, but she's going with some boring pre-lawyer she met at school."
"Aww, that's just tragic, Brian. But hey, what can you do?"
Brian could hear the smirk in Justin's voice and shook his head. "I'll pick you up at the airport. Cynthia will email the flight details."
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.
Jess had known since before they moved in together that Sam loved to cook. At first she had thought it was a ploy to impress girls, but the more she got to know Sam, she realized that he liked the idea of homecooked meals and baking from scratch. She didn't ask too many questions, just teased him that if he kept it up, he was going to make her fat. Which of course led to conversations and demonstrations of how to work off all those calories.
"Sam?" she called as she walked into the apartment and dropped her books down. He didn't answer, but she followed the noises from the kitchen and found him finishing the icing on a cake. A heart-shaped cake. "You baked me a cake?"
"Red velvet. Of course, if you don't like it, I'm sure that redhead that just moved in across the street..."
Jess smacked Sam on the shoulder. "I don't think so."
Sam leaned down to kiss her. "Happy Valentine's Day."
Let the other girls argue over whose boyfriend got them the most expensive piece of jewelry or took them to the nicest resturant; she'd keep Sam. She loved him and he loved her, and they were happy, despite the secrets, and it was more than enough.
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.
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."
Dean wasn't in the room when Sam woke up, but that wasn't surprising. Sam figured he was on a coffee run. Sam sat up and stretched, noticing a large red box sitting on the bedside table. "TO: SAM" was written on the top of the box in black Sharpie. Sam groaned. Nothing with Dean was ever straightforward, and Valentine's Day chocolates were definitely on the list of things to be wary of. Sam was certain the gift was more a smartass gesture than something to lighten the tense mood of the last few weeks. Now he just had to decide if Dean was being Dean and trying to imply that Sam was somehow the girl in this relationship or if this was some sort of prank. Either way, their day was definitely going to be interesting.
Skylar knew the other side of the bed was empty before she opened her eyes. A year ago she never would have imagined waking up in a bed with Dale, but the world was a different place now and it was strange waking up without him. They had been "playing house" for months now, much to the dismay of her friends. They had a couple rough spots, mainly revolving around the whole Mitch Cafferty situation, but he made her happy, and it just felt right.
Skylar slipped out of bed and padded down the stairs. She found Dale in the kitchen, a goofy smile on his face that usually meant he was pleased with himself.
"What's got you so happy this early in the morning?"
"I've got a surprise for you." He pulled a bag off the counter and handed it to her. "Happy Valentine's Day."
Skylar peeked into the bag and nearly dropped it when she realized what it was. Yeah, things had definitely changed, but a world where she found love with Dale Turner and thought Diet Coke was the most amazing Valentine's gift ever was just the place she wanted to be.
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!"
Sam barely looks up when he hears Dean come down the hall, but then has to look again. Dean's dressed up. Well, not really dressed up, he still looks like the hooligan the neighborhood parents think he is, but he's dressed up for Dean.
"Where you going?" Sam asks.
"Out." Dean grabs the Impala keys off the side table by the couch. Which means he's going out with that girl again. Sam doesn't get why Dean's so interested in spending time with her. She's just a dumb girl. Staying home and playing video games would be more fun. Even target practice is more fun.
Sam wrinkles his nose in distaste. "Why?"
"You'll get it one day, Sammy," Dean says with a laugh, ruffling Sam's hair before he goes out the door.
Heather tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she peeked into the crowded church. She didn't really have anything to be nervous about -- unless she counted walking down the aisle with Jake Green.
She was happy that Emily had worked out her feelings, that Roger had stood beside her while she did, and that they had decided on a Valentine's Day wedding. They all needed a reminder of love and life, and it looked like the whole town had come out to the wedding.
What she didn't quite understand was how Roger and Jake had become friends. She had been really surprised when Emily had told her Jake was going to be Roger's best man. The last thing she wanted to do was spend time with Jake, and they had been forced together so much over the last couple of days that she was on edge. She still wasn't sure what her own feelings about Jake were; she had been doing her best not to think about it when she thought she couldn't have him.
Heather jumped at the touch of a hand on her lower back.
"Ready?" Jake asked with a smile.
Not really, she thought, but she forced a smile of her own and took his arm to walk down the aisle.
