HP drabbles: August 2010 drabbles with alisanne and r_grayjoy
Title: August 2010 drabbles Author: alisanne, celandineb, and r_grayjoy Fandom: HP Pairings: various Rating: general (but some innuendo) Warnings: none, really Note: These drabbles were written to prompts from various folks on the occasion of Cel and Ro visiting Ali. They were originally written and posted on August 14.
"I can't believe she's leaving me for that foppish Malfoy brat," Bill stormed. "She's a quarter Veela, for Merlin's sake. He'll never be able to satisfy her needs."
"Quit pacing, Bill. Sit down and have some chocolate." Remus held out a large bar.
"Chocolate does not cure everything, Remus."
"Perhaps not, but it does help."
Reluctantly Bill accepted the chocolate and took a huge bite.
"Don't you feel better now?"
"Not really," Bill mumbled through his second bite.
"It was once considered an aphrodisiac, you know," said Remus casually.
"Are you suggesting something?"
"Well, it may work better than chocolate."
dgpolo wanted Neville/Draco, shoes. A triple drabble.
Group Therapy
Neville stared at his shoes as introductions went around, saying, "Hello, I'm Frank," at his turn.
"Vincent," said the man beside him.
That voice seemed familiar, though the name and face didn't.
"You've all been referred from St. Mungo's because the hospital felt group therapy would benefit you," said the mediwitch cheerfully. "Let's begin by having each of you say a bit about yourself, and if you're comfortable with it, what brings you here."
Although he was embarrassed about speaking in front of so many people, Neville did want to benefit from the therapy—if only to get out of it sooner—so he plunged right in to talk about his grandmother and how he could never please her. He noticed Vincent paying rapt attention as he spoke.
"Vincent, would you like to contribute something?" chirped the mediwitch after Neville trailed off uncomfortably.
"Er, all right." Vincent's story was similar to Neville's own, only it was his father, not his grandmother, for whom Vincent was never good enough.
Neville began to feel an odd kinship with Vincent, and the feeling of familiarity grew stronger.
When the session ended, Neville stopped Vincent in the corridor outside.
"This may be a strange question, but do we know each other?"
"You wish," said Vincent. The sneer in his voice triggered Neville's memory.
"Malfoy?" he gasped.
"Bugger. Look, if you tell anyone, I'll hex your teeth together," said Draco.
"Who would I tell?"
"True." Draco looked Neville up and down. "You've improved, Longbottom," he said grudgingly. "What do you say that next week, instead of coming here, we go have a pint together?"
"Sounds more therapeutic to me," Neville agreed.
"Great. And Longbottom, for what it's worth, your grandmother at least picked the right side. Think about that."
Neville suspected he'd be thinking of Draco instead.
Percy stared mournfully at the single flower and five wilting leaves.
He'd wanted to give Neville a plant for their first anniversary, but evidently had a black thumb, not a green one. He poked a finger absentmindedly into the dirt and sighed.
"What are you doing?"
Percy jumped and tried to hide the pot behind his back. "Nothing."
Neville came further into the room. "What is that?"
With reluctance Percy stepped aside. "I was trying to grow this for you, but..."
"It's beautiful," Neville said.
"It's dying."
"Some loving care will fix it... as we fixed each other." Neville kissed him.
"Don't be ridiculous," said Hermione. "The Head Table just faces this direction, that's all."
Harry was unconvinced. "I'm telling you, Snape's planning something. He has a funny expression on his face." He picked up another slice of toast and slathered butter thickly on it, taking a bite and then swiping at his cheek to get rid of a blob of the greasy substance.
"He is watching," Ron agreed with Harry. "Bloody hell, he's getting up. He's coming over here!"
"Slovenliness," snapped Snape as he arrived. "Ten points from Gryffindor... and detention. My rooms. Tonight."