HP drabbles: March 2007 drabbles with alisanne [various characters, some adult]
Title: March 2007 drabbles with alisanne Authors: alisanne and celandineb Fandom: HP Characters: various Rating: general Summary: These drabbles were cowritten to prompts from various folks.
For telperion1 who wanted something about the past history of Arthur Weasley and Lucius Malfoy.
"You are a Pureblood. There's no need for you to accept such a lowly position." Lucius Malfoy lounged against the doorframe of the tiny office.
Arthur sighed. Malfoy had been pushing him for months to meet with some friend, Riddle-something. "I'm quite happy with my job, thanks."
"Dealing with Muggles? You can't mean it."
"Muggles have such marvelous ideas," said Arthur enthusiastically.
"If you think so, you might want to reconsider. The time will come soon when all Purebloods must stand together."
"I don't share that prejudice."
"Then you're a traitor. Recall that you have a wife, children. Be careful."
mordyn4 asked for Draco, beaten, seeking sanctuary at Grimmauld Place, with Harry to nurse him.
He crawled to the door. It was long minutes before he could summon the strength to raise his hand and knock.
Harry felt the stirrings of pity as he looked at the shrunken form of his former enemy on the bed.
This was his last hope. If Potter didn't help him, he'd die here.
Molly bustled about, showing Harry exactly how to tip the spoonfuls of medicine down Draco's throat without choking him.
He could hear them talking about him. There was an argument he couldn't follow, one voice rising above the others, and then he was lifted, carried inside.
Holding Back the Years
Written for kaellite who wanted Oliver/Neville/Viktor, soft vs. hard.
Viktor had grown soft in retirement. Neville liked to remind both him and Oliver that age was a factor here, and as the youngest, it was only to be expected that he still had the hardest... body. Viktor always scowled at that, and Oliver pointed out that three or four years was scarcely enough to worry about once they'd passed seventy, anyhow. Neville just smiled and kept up his exercises. He wasn't the one ordering Hair Regrowth Potion from the small-type advertisements at the back of The Quibbler. Nor had he, like Oliver, looked into using that Muggle medication, Viagra.
For ancarett, who requested something including a Snitch. She got Neville.
"You planning to leave any for the rest of us?" Seamus asked as Neville shoveled in the last bite of his dinner.
Neville's eyes went round and he swallowed hastily. "Um. Have to get down to the greenhouses. A special project."
"Oh? What is it?" Hermione asked keenly.
"I'll... I'll tell you when it's ready," Neville mumbled, pushing back his chair. He hurried out into the cool evening.
Passing the greenhouses, he looked to see no one else was about before heading toward the Quidditch pitch. Moments later, he was on his broom, the Snitch tantalizingly ahead. He'd never need rescuing again.
florahart said, "Rock salt and a cactus. If you also want a character: Snape."
"Another," he said to the bartender, watching the man dip the rim of the glass in the coarse salt. The wedge of lime bled its trail of juice onto to the counter as he waited. What was he doing here? A bright green neon light shaped like a saguaro cactus blinked mournfully from behind the bar as the fifth golden shot of tequila slid down his throat. Bless her, Minerva had been right. Even an American Potions conference was endurable with enough alcohol, and this tequila was actually comparable to Firewhisky. Bad Firewhisky perhaps, but still far better than nothing.
A Fine Romance
silver_etoile asked for Hermione/Blaise, with the prompt, "When I'm with you, there's no point in breathing."
Hermione snickered softly. Blaise tried to look over her shoulder and see what amused her, but her hair blocked his view.
"What's that you're reading?" he asked, speaking loudly over the boarding call for the next flight.
"A Muggle romance novel," she said, amused. "The lines in this are so silly."
"Oh, like what?"
"Like here," she said, pointing. "'When I'm with you, there's no point in breathing.'" She made a face.
Blaise chuckled. "Nice sentiment, though."
"As long as you don't expect me to say anything like that."
Blaise kissed her cheek. "I'm a Slytherin. That's not our way."
This Bill/Neville is for bryonyraven, who wanted "Everything's greener on the other side of the fence."
"I was suprised when you asked me out, Neville," Bill confided.
Neville smiled. "I was surprised that a cool guy like you accepted," he said.
"I haven't exactly been asked on that many dates since being bitten," Bill said. "Especially since Fleur decided that she couldn't handle it."
Neville shrugged. "Their loss," he said, leaning close.
"Well, you have a great future ahead, what with your new job as St. Mungo's Herbologist. It might not be too good to align yourself with me."
Neville took Bill's hand. "I guess the grass is always greener, but I'd rather be with you."
Written for r_grayjoy who asked for angsty teen Severus and gave the words inquisitive, vindictive, and bats.
Try bat's blood? Severus scribbled in the margin as he scurried to his next class.
Not watching his surroundings, he was bowled over, his potions book and quill spilling out of his hand and onto the floor.
"What are you up to now, Snivellus?" Sirius Black's voice scraped at his ears.
"It's not your concern," Severus said, reaching for his book as Sirius' foot came down on it.
"Sirius, we'll be late," Lupin interrupted.
As Black turned away, Severus snatched up the book.
"Enjoy your Dark Arts," Black tossed over his shoulder.
At least my abilities are earned, Severus thought.
queenbarwench said, H/D please, and gave the prompt, "And what time do you call this?"
Harry drummed his fingers. The waitress brought another glass of wine and he downed it.
A shadow fell over him, and Harry looked up into Draco's face. "And what time do you call this?" he asked, slurring his words.
"Eight-thirty. I know we said seven..."
Harry shook his head. "It's our anniversary."
"I know! Look, I ordered you something, but work kept me late. By the time I reached the shop it was closed and I had to find the owner...." Draco took a deep breath. "Here."
Harry's face softened with forgiveness. "Thanks."
Draco relaxed. "So, what'd you get me?"
The only really adult drabble in this lot. piratesmile331 wanted H/D with club!sex.
"Are they always like that?" Seamus asked, eyes riveted on the erotic scene playing out on the dance floor.
Blaise chuckled. "Pretty much."
Draco, his thigh thrust between Harry's legs, moved to the music. Harry's eyes were half-closed, his mouth attached to Draco's neck as he undulated.
"Bloody hell, looks like they're going to come right there." Seamus licked his lips.
Blaise's hand shifted to Seamus' hip. "Wonder if we could beat them?"
Seamus exhaled slowly. "I dunno..."
As they watched, Draco's head tipped back and his hips jerked, Harry's hands clutching his hips as he shuddered.