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swedish15, Dresden Files, Harry Dresden/Anastasia Luccio; 4th date.
Harry swiped the check off the table just as Anastasia was reaching for it. “Dinner’s on me. It’s not every night I get to dine with such a lovely young lady.”
“That’s mighty chivalrous of you, considering I’m at least 100 years your senior.” She could possibly be laughing at him, but Harry decided to take it as flirting.
“Don’t remind me,” he said, “it’s hard for me to think of you that way when you look the way you do.”
“You like the dress? I bought it special just for the occasion.”
That was definitely flirting. And Harry definitely liked the dress, although he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking of how great she’d look out of the dress. “What’s the occasion?”
“Our fourth official date,” she answered, raising her mug – Mac’s finest – for a toast.
“Well, I certainly think that calls for a celebration.” Harry downed the rest of his own brew and pulled out his wallet, dropping enough bills on the table to cover their meal along with a generous tip for Mac. His last job had paid well, so he figured he’d better treat Mac right while he could. “Why don’t we head back to my place?”
The look in her eyes was a definite ‘yes’ and Harry should have known the night was too good to last. They were barely outside the pub when Billy and Georgia showed up, insisting they needed Harry and Anastasia’s help. Harry really needed to find better friends.
275 words, also forswedish15, Dresden Files, Ivy/Kincaid, maybe including Murphy: Family. This actually became more Murphy/Kincaid + Ivy. Hope that's okay.
Karrin has to keep reminding herself that this is a job, a mission of protection, and not a vacation. After a week on the coast, she finds it hard to remember that Ivy is The Archive, just a vessel for information, but it’s so easy to imagine that this is what her life could have been. In a different type of world, one where supernatural monsters didn’t exist and Harry Dresden hadn’t dragged her into a war between vampires and wizards, she could have a husband like Kincaid, a daughter like Ivy.
The family-like atmosphere of it all fills some part of her that she hadn’t known she was missing. Watching Ivy act like a child, running along the secluded beach and laughing, happy and carefree in a way that she never seems to be in Chicago, is something Karrin could get used to. Even better is the way Kincaid hovers anxiously beside her under the shade of an umbrella, ready to jump up and save Ivy if anything should happen.
Karrin’s not stupid; she knows that nowhere is safe, but she still thinks he’s a little overprotective. The only time he seems to relax is when Ivy’s in bed, Mouse sprawled out beside her (and hadn’t that made for an interesting road trip, a couple days in a car with a dog the size of a small house). The nights are fulfilling in their own right, when Kincaid becomes Jared and takes the time to make Karrin feel loved and protected in an entirely different way.
So even though it’s a job, Karrin doesn’t feel guilty for pretending. She thinks she deserves that much.
125 words forlilian_cho, H/D, Merlin's balls
Harry flinched as he dropped the wrench for the third time. “Merlin’s balls!”
He heard laughter and looked up to see Draco leaning against the doorframe. “You’ve been spending too much time around me, picking up my expletives. Much better than those silly Muggle phrases you usually like to use.”
“I like spending time around you, you prat,” Harry grumbled. “Although I’m not sure why. You could help, you know.”
“Oh, no, I’m quite content to stay out of the way. I’m not the one who offered to fix that Muggle contraption, and you won’t let me use magic on it. Besides, you’re kinda hot when you’re all sweaty and dirty and cursing.”
Harry threw the wrench at Draco and glared as he walked away.
For whatever reason, the bandom stuff doesn't want to stay short.
702 words fornovalinedy, who asked for some Brendon/Tom from the an instance of having the wrong idea 'verse.
Tom didn't pause his conversation with William when Brendon appeared beside him, just shifted his beer to his other hand so he could wrap an arm around Brendon's waist. Brendon kinda wished Tom was a little less clothed – Brendon had lost his shirt hours ago – but he wasn't going to protest the feel of Tom's hand, still slightly chilly from the beer, on his bare skin. It called up the memory of their photo session, and Brendon should probably be embarrassed by that but he's not.
The fact that the party is the first time he's seen Tom since that night and that Tom apparently didn't say anything to Jon about it made Brendon wonder if Tom was embarrassed.
“Hey, Tom.”
Tom turned up his beer and raised an eyebrow at Brendon.
“It's my birthday.”
“Yeah, birthday boy, I know. That's the reason for the party.”
“I was just making sure you knew. No one's given me birthday spankings yet and I don't believe I've gotten a present from you.”
Tom laughed. “I didn't realize I was supposed to bring a present.”
Brendon was going to take that as a ‘no’ to the invitation for spankings, which was decidedly unfair. “Did you at least bring me prints from our session? Jon and Shane always give me a set of prints. It's part of the implied contract.”
“I guess you'd better get it in writing next time,” Tom teased.
“So we're gonna have a next time? Because you've kinda been ignoring me.”
“I have not.”
That was totally a lie, but Brendon was a little charmed by the slight flush of Tom's cheeks and the way he wouldn't meet Brendon's eyes. “So, did the photos turn out okay?”
“Of course they did. You're fucking hot.”
“So're you,” Brendon said, shifting around to trap Tom between himself and the wall. “And I think you should kiss me.”
“Brendon-“
“Hey, it's my birthday! You didn't bring me presents, I demand kisses!”
Tom leaned forward the tiniest bit and gave Brendon a very quick peck on the cheek.
Brendon wasn't having that shit. He knew Tom thought he was hot, and he knew that he wanted Tom's hands on him again. It was his birthday, dammit, he should get what he wanted!
“Why not?” he asked, trying to ignore the way William was laughing at them as he swiped Tom's beer and disappeared into the crowd. He probably thought Brendon was drunk, but Brendon totally wasn't. Maybe Tom thought so too? “I'm not drunk, if that's the problem.”
Tom shook his head, doing a shitty job of hiding his amusement when Brendon tried to step closer and nearly tripped over their tangled feet. “You're not, huh?”
Brendon shook his head. “Nah, that's just clumsy, not drunk.” He slipped his hands under the edge of Tom's shirt – really, that thing needed to go – and tilted his head, thinking. “Is it Jon? Did he say something to you? Because seriously, I'm not letting Jon Walker have a say in my sex life. He can't even manage his own sex life! He and Spencer aren't even in the same room, which is sad because the two of them are obviously into each other and—“
Brendon had a whole rant in mind about Jon and Spencer, but he was cut off by Tom kissing him. This was, of course, a proven way to shut Brendon up, but it wasn't usually done like this, all tongues and teeth and heat, and Tom was pulling Brendon closer. Tom guiding him with his hands, putting Brendon where he wanted him, wasn't new, but there was no camera this time.
“Wait,” Tom said, pushing Brendon away just a bit.
“Hmm?” Brendon moved only fractionally and nuzzled Tom's neck.
“Jon--“
Brendon stepped back and glared at Tom, crossing his arms over his chest. “I swear, if you tell me you're secretly in love with Jon or some shit, I'm gonna kick you in the balls. That would be the worst birthday present ever.”
Tom laughed and reached for Brendon. “Actually, I was just gonna say Jon has a bedroom with a lock on the door.”
Oh. Okay. Tom definitely had the best ideas.
634 words forashlein, who wanted Brendon/Spencer cuddles.
“Spencer, sit down!”
Spencer had barely managed to pull himself to a standing position when Ryan was right there, pushing him back down. “What the fuck, Ryan?” Spencer was tired of sitting, tired of listening to Ryan’s commentary on the reruns of reality television, and tired of his stupid food hurting.
“Don’t get up, I’ll get it.” Ryan headed for the kitchen before he even asked what it was that Spencer actually wanted.
Spencer crosses his arms and glanced at the clock. He was also tired of Ryan’s mother-henning. Brendon and Jon should have been back hours ago.
“Shouldn’t you be elevating your foot?” Ryan asked, coming back in with a glass of coke, which, okay, was what Spencer had been going after.
Spencer sighed, but took the glass and lifted his foot back up onto the pillow. His injury was his own fault, and he wished he could have been left to suffer in silence because then he wouldn’t have had to listen to Ryan and Jon and Brendon laughing at him – seriously, who breaks their foot but dropping a rock on it – and he’d be able to hobble around and get his own damn drink. But it had been his right foot and when he’d realized it was too swollen to put his shoe on, he’d had to call Brendon to drive him to Urgent Care.
Now he was stuck with all three of them fussing over him – Brendon had called Ryan and Jon while Spencer was with the doctor, and probably told them a wildly exaggerated story.
“Seriously, Ryan, I don’t know how much longer I can sit here.”
“Jon will be back soon; maybe you can talk him into letting you go outside.”
Jon would. Jon was good about letting Spencer be far too independent for his own good, which is why Spencer’s foot was throbbing today because Jon had let him help make dinner last night. But at least Spencer hadn’t felt helpless.
Brendon and Jon finally showed up. Brendon was struggling with several bags and Spencer rolled his eyes.
“How’s my favorite patient?” Brendon asked, dropping his bags on the floor and coming over to fuss over the positioning of Spencer’s pillow. Brendon was worse than Ryan when it came to fussing.
“Bored out of my fucking mind,” Spencer answered, kicking at Brendon with his good foot.
“Fear not, SpencerSmith, for I am the vanquisher of boredom!” Brendon started emptying the contents of his bags onto the coffee table. “I brought movies and board games and a couple books that are way more interesting than that shit Ryan reads.”
“Hey!” Ryan threw the remote at Brendon, but he was laughing.
“We’re not watching Disney cartoons, Brendon,” Jon warned, taking a handful of DVDs away from the stack.
“Whatever. It’s Spencer’s choice.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Spencer said. “No matter what movie we watch, I’m still gonna be tired of laying here.”
“Here, let’s try this. Scoot over.” Brendon nudged Spencer forward until Brendon could squeeze himself between Spencer and the back of the couch. He shifted the two of them around, careful of Spencer’s foot, until they were both comfortable. “There,” he said, sounding satisfied. “Jon can pick the movie and you get cuddles. Cuddles make everything more bearable, right?”
Spencer wanted to argue, but Brendon was right; having Brendon cuddled up on the couch with him made him less anxious to get up.
“Hey, Spencer,” Brendon whispered a little while later.
“Hmm?” Spencer was dozing, lulled by the rhythmic rise and fall of Brendon’s chest behind him and the way he was rubbing lazy circles on Spencer’s stomach.
“Think we could figure out a way to keep your foot elevated while we have sex?”
Spencer shifted over to grin at Brendon. “I’m sure we could figure something out.”
Apparently the HP decided it wanted to be longer than a drabble too. 590 words forgelsey, Blaise/Hermione, miracle. Yeah, idek what this has to do with miracle, but what can you do?
Blaise was running late and Hermione was pacing the floor. “Where is he?”
Harry shook his head. He didn’t know, and Hermione knew he didn’t know. He was probably supposed to care, since Draco was with Blaise, but he and Draco didn’t have the same type of relationship Hermione and Blaise did. He and Draco weren’t in love (cue the immature gagging noises) and thus weren’t obligated to do things like hold hands in public or make eyes at one another over the dinner table or know where the other one was all the bloody time.
“Harry, we’re going to miss our train, and then we’ll end up on broomsticks and you know how much I hate that and everything is going to be all wrong.”
Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione was one of his best friends, and it was easy to forget she was actually a girl until she started acting like this. “’Mione, it’ll be fine. We still have plenty of time to make our train and nothing is going to go wrong.”
“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled, but she allowed Harry to pull her down to sit on the couch beside him. “You know what’s going on. I don’t even know where we’re going.”
“Relax,” Harry said, glancing at the clock on the wall. Draco and Blaise had actually better hurry up, or they would miss their train.
Draco and Blaise showed up not three minutes later, and they made their train on time. The train ride was uneventful; Harry spent most of it dozing, leaning against Draco, and watching Hermione and Blaise have a whispered conversation across the car from them. Finally the train made what seemed like an unscheduled stop in the middle of nowhere, letting the four of them off at a station that appeared to have been out of use for years.
As Blaise led them in to the heart of the forest behind the station, Harry looked around nervously. “Are you sure we’re in the right place?”
“Scared, Potter?” Draco teased.
Harry flicked his wand and threw a tickling curse at Draco, suitable punishment.
“Would you two be quiet?” Blaise whispered, motioning for them to follow him. “You’re going to scare them.”
“What exactly are we going to scare?” Harry whispered to Draco.
It was Blaise who answered. “Snarglepuffs. They’re related to puffskeins, but wild. Watch.”
Harry didn’t know exactly what they were supposed to be watching, but Hermione was obviously enchanted by the furballs that were doing some strange type of dance on the forest floor.
“They’re said to have soulmates, each one has a single match out there somewhere, and this one night a year they gather here, from all over the forest. It’s a miracle some of them make it here; it’s a dangerous journey. But every year they come, to see if they can find their mate. And once they do, they mate for life.” He turned to Hermione, dropped down on one knee, and took her hand in his. “Hermione Jean Granger, I think I’ve found my soulmate in you, and I would be honored if you would become my mate for life. Will you marry me?”
Hermione looked stunned for a moment, but by the time Blaise slid the ring onto her shaky hand, she was nodding and then pulled him to his feet and kissed him between recitations of “Yes, yes, of course!”
Harry looked at Draco and made a face, mocking his friends. But he had to admit, it was ridiculously romantic.
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swedish15, Dresden Files, Harry Dresden/Anastasia Luccio; 4th date.Harry swiped the check off the table just as Anastasia was reaching for it. “Dinner’s on me. It’s not every night I get to dine with such a lovely young lady.”
“That’s mighty chivalrous of you, considering I’m at least 100 years your senior.” She could possibly be laughing at him, but Harry decided to take it as flirting.
“Don’t remind me,” he said, “it’s hard for me to think of you that way when you look the way you do.”
“You like the dress? I bought it special just for the occasion.”
That was definitely flirting. And Harry definitely liked the dress, although he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking of how great she’d look out of the dress. “What’s the occasion?”
“Our fourth official date,” she answered, raising her mug – Mac’s finest – for a toast.
“Well, I certainly think that calls for a celebration.” Harry downed the rest of his own brew and pulled out his wallet, dropping enough bills on the table to cover their meal along with a generous tip for Mac. His last job had paid well, so he figured he’d better treat Mac right while he could. “Why don’t we head back to my place?”
The look in her eyes was a definite ‘yes’ and Harry should have known the night was too good to last. They were barely outside the pub when Billy and Georgia showed up, insisting they needed Harry and Anastasia’s help. Harry really needed to find better friends.
275 words, also for
swedish15, Dresden Files, Ivy/Kincaid, maybe including Murphy: Family. This actually became more Murphy/Kincaid + Ivy. Hope that's okay.Karrin has to keep reminding herself that this is a job, a mission of protection, and not a vacation. After a week on the coast, she finds it hard to remember that Ivy is The Archive, just a vessel for information, but it’s so easy to imagine that this is what her life could have been. In a different type of world, one where supernatural monsters didn’t exist and Harry Dresden hadn’t dragged her into a war between vampires and wizards, she could have a husband like Kincaid, a daughter like Ivy.
The family-like atmosphere of it all fills some part of her that she hadn’t known she was missing. Watching Ivy act like a child, running along the secluded beach and laughing, happy and carefree in a way that she never seems to be in Chicago, is something Karrin could get used to. Even better is the way Kincaid hovers anxiously beside her under the shade of an umbrella, ready to jump up and save Ivy if anything should happen.
Karrin’s not stupid; she knows that nowhere is safe, but she still thinks he’s a little overprotective. The only time he seems to relax is when Ivy’s in bed, Mouse sprawled out beside her (and hadn’t that made for an interesting road trip, a couple days in a car with a dog the size of a small house). The nights are fulfilling in their own right, when Kincaid becomes Jared and takes the time to make Karrin feel loved and protected in an entirely different way.
So even though it’s a job, Karrin doesn’t feel guilty for pretending. She thinks she deserves that much.
125 words for
lilian_cho, H/D, Merlin's ballsHarry flinched as he dropped the wrench for the third time. “Merlin’s balls!”
He heard laughter and looked up to see Draco leaning against the doorframe. “You’ve been spending too much time around me, picking up my expletives. Much better than those silly Muggle phrases you usually like to use.”
“I like spending time around you, you prat,” Harry grumbled. “Although I’m not sure why. You could help, you know.”
“Oh, no, I’m quite content to stay out of the way. I’m not the one who offered to fix that Muggle contraption, and you won’t let me use magic on it. Besides, you’re kinda hot when you’re all sweaty and dirty and cursing.”
Harry threw the wrench at Draco and glared as he walked away.
For whatever reason, the bandom stuff doesn't want to stay short.
702 words for
novalinedy, who asked for some Brendon/Tom from the an instance of having the wrong idea 'verse.Tom didn't pause his conversation with William when Brendon appeared beside him, just shifted his beer to his other hand so he could wrap an arm around Brendon's waist. Brendon kinda wished Tom was a little less clothed – Brendon had lost his shirt hours ago – but he wasn't going to protest the feel of Tom's hand, still slightly chilly from the beer, on his bare skin. It called up the memory of their photo session, and Brendon should probably be embarrassed by that but he's not.
The fact that the party is the first time he's seen Tom since that night and that Tom apparently didn't say anything to Jon about it made Brendon wonder if Tom was embarrassed.
“Hey, Tom.”
Tom turned up his beer and raised an eyebrow at Brendon.
“It's my birthday.”
“Yeah, birthday boy, I know. That's the reason for the party.”
“I was just making sure you knew. No one's given me birthday spankings yet and I don't believe I've gotten a present from you.”
Tom laughed. “I didn't realize I was supposed to bring a present.”
Brendon was going to take that as a ‘no’ to the invitation for spankings, which was decidedly unfair. “Did you at least bring me prints from our session? Jon and Shane always give me a set of prints. It's part of the implied contract.”
“I guess you'd better get it in writing next time,” Tom teased.
“So we're gonna have a next time? Because you've kinda been ignoring me.”
“I have not.”
That was totally a lie, but Brendon was a little charmed by the slight flush of Tom's cheeks and the way he wouldn't meet Brendon's eyes. “So, did the photos turn out okay?”
“Of course they did. You're fucking hot.”
“So're you,” Brendon said, shifting around to trap Tom between himself and the wall. “And I think you should kiss me.”
“Brendon-“
“Hey, it's my birthday! You didn't bring me presents, I demand kisses!”
Tom leaned forward the tiniest bit and gave Brendon a very quick peck on the cheek.
Brendon wasn't having that shit. He knew Tom thought he was hot, and he knew that he wanted Tom's hands on him again. It was his birthday, dammit, he should get what he wanted!
“Why not?” he asked, trying to ignore the way William was laughing at them as he swiped Tom's beer and disappeared into the crowd. He probably thought Brendon was drunk, but Brendon totally wasn't. Maybe Tom thought so too? “I'm not drunk, if that's the problem.”
Tom shook his head, doing a shitty job of hiding his amusement when Brendon tried to step closer and nearly tripped over their tangled feet. “You're not, huh?”
Brendon shook his head. “Nah, that's just clumsy, not drunk.” He slipped his hands under the edge of Tom's shirt – really, that thing needed to go – and tilted his head, thinking. “Is it Jon? Did he say something to you? Because seriously, I'm not letting Jon Walker have a say in my sex life. He can't even manage his own sex life! He and Spencer aren't even in the same room, which is sad because the two of them are obviously into each other and—“
Brendon had a whole rant in mind about Jon and Spencer, but he was cut off by Tom kissing him. This was, of course, a proven way to shut Brendon up, but it wasn't usually done like this, all tongues and teeth and heat, and Tom was pulling Brendon closer. Tom guiding him with his hands, putting Brendon where he wanted him, wasn't new, but there was no camera this time.
“Wait,” Tom said, pushing Brendon away just a bit.
“Hmm?” Brendon moved only fractionally and nuzzled Tom's neck.
“Jon--“
Brendon stepped back and glared at Tom, crossing his arms over his chest. “I swear, if you tell me you're secretly in love with Jon or some shit, I'm gonna kick you in the balls. That would be the worst birthday present ever.”
Tom laughed and reached for Brendon. “Actually, I was just gonna say Jon has a bedroom with a lock on the door.”
Oh. Okay. Tom definitely had the best ideas.
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ashlein, who wanted Brendon/Spencer cuddles.“Spencer, sit down!”
Spencer had barely managed to pull himself to a standing position when Ryan was right there, pushing him back down. “What the fuck, Ryan?” Spencer was tired of sitting, tired of listening to Ryan’s commentary on the reruns of reality television, and tired of his stupid food hurting.
“Don’t get up, I’ll get it.” Ryan headed for the kitchen before he even asked what it was that Spencer actually wanted.
Spencer crosses his arms and glanced at the clock. He was also tired of Ryan’s mother-henning. Brendon and Jon should have been back hours ago.
“Shouldn’t you be elevating your foot?” Ryan asked, coming back in with a glass of coke, which, okay, was what Spencer had been going after.
Spencer sighed, but took the glass and lifted his foot back up onto the pillow. His injury was his own fault, and he wished he could have been left to suffer in silence because then he wouldn’t have had to listen to Ryan and Jon and Brendon laughing at him – seriously, who breaks their foot but dropping a rock on it – and he’d be able to hobble around and get his own damn drink. But it had been his right foot and when he’d realized it was too swollen to put his shoe on, he’d had to call Brendon to drive him to Urgent Care.
Now he was stuck with all three of them fussing over him – Brendon had called Ryan and Jon while Spencer was with the doctor, and probably told them a wildly exaggerated story.
“Seriously, Ryan, I don’t know how much longer I can sit here.”
“Jon will be back soon; maybe you can talk him into letting you go outside.”
Jon would. Jon was good about letting Spencer be far too independent for his own good, which is why Spencer’s foot was throbbing today because Jon had let him help make dinner last night. But at least Spencer hadn’t felt helpless.
Brendon and Jon finally showed up. Brendon was struggling with several bags and Spencer rolled his eyes.
“How’s my favorite patient?” Brendon asked, dropping his bags on the floor and coming over to fuss over the positioning of Spencer’s pillow. Brendon was worse than Ryan when it came to fussing.
“Bored out of my fucking mind,” Spencer answered, kicking at Brendon with his good foot.
“Fear not, SpencerSmith, for I am the vanquisher of boredom!” Brendon started emptying the contents of his bags onto the coffee table. “I brought movies and board games and a couple books that are way more interesting than that shit Ryan reads.”
“Hey!” Ryan threw the remote at Brendon, but he was laughing.
“We’re not watching Disney cartoons, Brendon,” Jon warned, taking a handful of DVDs away from the stack.
“Whatever. It’s Spencer’s choice.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Spencer said. “No matter what movie we watch, I’m still gonna be tired of laying here.”
“Here, let’s try this. Scoot over.” Brendon nudged Spencer forward until Brendon could squeeze himself between Spencer and the back of the couch. He shifted the two of them around, careful of Spencer’s foot, until they were both comfortable. “There,” he said, sounding satisfied. “Jon can pick the movie and you get cuddles. Cuddles make everything more bearable, right?”
Spencer wanted to argue, but Brendon was right; having Brendon cuddled up on the couch with him made him less anxious to get up.
“Hey, Spencer,” Brendon whispered a little while later.
“Hmm?” Spencer was dozing, lulled by the rhythmic rise and fall of Brendon’s chest behind him and the way he was rubbing lazy circles on Spencer’s stomach.
“Think we could figure out a way to keep your foot elevated while we have sex?”
Spencer shifted over to grin at Brendon. “I’m sure we could figure something out.”
Apparently the HP decided it wanted to be longer than a drabble too. 590 words for
gelsey, Blaise/Hermione, miracle. Yeah, idek what this has to do with miracle, but what can you do?Blaise was running late and Hermione was pacing the floor. “Where is he?”
Harry shook his head. He didn’t know, and Hermione knew he didn’t know. He was probably supposed to care, since Draco was with Blaise, but he and Draco didn’t have the same type of relationship Hermione and Blaise did. He and Draco weren’t in love (cue the immature gagging noises) and thus weren’t obligated to do things like hold hands in public or make eyes at one another over the dinner table or know where the other one was all the bloody time.
“Harry, we’re going to miss our train, and then we’ll end up on broomsticks and you know how much I hate that and everything is going to be all wrong.”
Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione was one of his best friends, and it was easy to forget she was actually a girl until she started acting like this. “’Mione, it’ll be fine. We still have plenty of time to make our train and nothing is going to go wrong.”
“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled, but she allowed Harry to pull her down to sit on the couch beside him. “You know what’s going on. I don’t even know where we’re going.”
“Relax,” Harry said, glancing at the clock on the wall. Draco and Blaise had actually better hurry up, or they would miss their train.
Draco and Blaise showed up not three minutes later, and they made their train on time. The train ride was uneventful; Harry spent most of it dozing, leaning against Draco, and watching Hermione and Blaise have a whispered conversation across the car from them. Finally the train made what seemed like an unscheduled stop in the middle of nowhere, letting the four of them off at a station that appeared to have been out of use for years.
As Blaise led them in to the heart of the forest behind the station, Harry looked around nervously. “Are you sure we’re in the right place?”
“Scared, Potter?” Draco teased.
Harry flicked his wand and threw a tickling curse at Draco, suitable punishment.
“Would you two be quiet?” Blaise whispered, motioning for them to follow him. “You’re going to scare them.”
“What exactly are we going to scare?” Harry whispered to Draco.
It was Blaise who answered. “Snarglepuffs. They’re related to puffskeins, but wild. Watch.”
Harry didn’t know exactly what they were supposed to be watching, but Hermione was obviously enchanted by the furballs that were doing some strange type of dance on the forest floor.
“They’re said to have soulmates, each one has a single match out there somewhere, and this one night a year they gather here, from all over the forest. It’s a miracle some of them make it here; it’s a dangerous journey. But every year they come, to see if they can find their mate. And once they do, they mate for life.” He turned to Hermione, dropped down on one knee, and took her hand in his. “Hermione Jean Granger, I think I’ve found my soulmate in you, and I would be honored if you would become my mate for life. Will you marry me?”
Hermione looked stunned for a moment, but by the time Blaise slid the ring onto her shaky hand, she was nodding and then pulled him to his feet and kissed him between recitations of “Yes, yes, of course!”
Harry looked at Draco and made a face, mocking his friends. But he had to admit, it was ridiculously romantic.
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Date: 2009-03-05 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-05 10:47 am (UTC)This was exactly what I needed. I'm having a bad ankle day today and this...this just made me so happy and ok I cried a little bit for no apparent reason but it was perfect and awesome and I sweat if I wasn't running out of battery I would be flailing at you so much.
Thankyou so much <3
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Date: 2009-03-05 01:30 pm (UTC)I loves them. The Dresdens, of course, but also the one for me! <333
I love you!
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Date: 2009-03-05 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-06 12:11 am (UTC)Huzzah, I would've laughed at Blaise too X-D