To call my drabble-muse prolific is an understatement. I've written over a hundred HP drabbles to date, so instead of killing myself posting all the old ones individually, I shall here provide links to the general-rated old ones: gen, het, poly, and slash. The adult-rated drabbles may be found behind the cut below, as I can't link directly due to the way that security works at Wellinghall on adult-rated stories. The adult drabbles include het, poly, and slash (femslash, even!).
Ron/Hermione first time, written for thrihyrne's birthday.
"Sorry." Ron tried shifting his weight to his other elbow. "Is that better?"
For half a minute faint creaks and the rustle of bedclothes was all that could be heard.
"Let me..." Hermione tilted her hips back. "Try now."
This time Ron managed to push inside. "Wow, Hermione," he said in a tone of wonder.
She suppressed the desire to giggle, and kissed him.
Within moments he said, "Oh... oh!" and then, anxiously, "I'm sorry... was that all right for you?"
"It was fine." All the books she had read had not told her very much after all.
In the Name of Science
Draco/Hermione, written just for the heck of it.
"Why are you here?" Grey eyes peered at her quizzically.
Hermione tried to stifle a giggle, then gave in and laughed aloud. "What kind of question is that, Draco, after last night?" She flung back the covers and sat up, her nipples crinkling in the chilly air. "I'm here because you invited me and I wanted to come. No pun intended," she added as his eyebrows rose.
His narrow hand tugged her back beneath the sheet. "I seem to remember you wanted to find out whether pure blood ran hotter. Did you?"
"It needs further investigation," she admitted, kissing him.
A Gold Velvet Chair
lottelita asked for Ron/Hermione smut for holiday 2005, and this double drabble was the result.
She loved it when Ron cried out her name as she rode him. There was a wingback chair in their front room, and they rarely made it past that room. She would run her hand up along his chest and unbutton his work robes as he did the same to her, letting the fabric fall in crumpled heaps as they reached for each other greedily. Ron sat in the chair and she knelt above him, her head flung back as he sucked first one nipple and then the other. She teased his cock to jutting stiffness and sank down onto it, long since wet herself, flexing her thighs to move up and down, rubbing her clit against him. She came over and over again this way, and Ron could last longer. He liked that, liked seeing her flushed, her breasts quivering and bouncing as she moved and trembled and clutched at him. Sooner or later Ron's arms would tighten around her and help lift her up and pull her down as he thrust deeper, deeper. He always spoke her name, then. Sometimes a whisper, sometimes a whimpered plea, sometimes a cry muffled against her breast. She waited for it. "Hermione!"
This triple drabble is for monifieth who said she would dearly love twincest smut for holiday 2005.
The window was in the wrong place. Fred blinked at it before he realized that he must have fallen asleep in George's bed. They had been discussing some new ideas for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes – and hadn't Harry been fantastic to give them all his prize money – and the last thing he remembered was George talking about how much Boomslang skin they could afford for their next experiment.
Fred was hard. Not unusual for him; he considered an early morning wank an excellent thing. He would have gone off to his own bed, but he was on the side against the wall and would have to crawl over George. Fred rolled over and saw that George was looking back at him, one hand under the covers, and Fred could tell that it was moving. For a moment he froze, then he realized that seeing his brother wanking, not across the room but right next to him, had excited him even more.
Tentatively he slipped his hand through the sheets until it touched George's. George's eyes widened, and he grinned, letting go of his cock so that Fred could wrap his fingers around it and reaching for Fred in turn. It felt good, that warm grasp. They settled into a mutual rhythm, fisting each other, in wordless agreement keeping it slow to begin with, touching flesh so like and yet not one's own, breathing faster now, hips pumping, pressed close so that cock touched cock and Fred could not tell if it was himself or George who came first.
He blinked, dazed from it, and said, "Morning, George."
"Morning, Fred." George gave him a final tug. "I think Mum wants us to de-gnome the garden again today."
All right. They wouldn't talk about it. But Fred was sure it would happen again.
Written for the "Food" challenge on hd100. Just barely adult for food!kink.
Perhaps it was not surprising that Harry had never considered the real possibilities of food before. Having to cook for the Dursleys, and especially having to watch Dudley stuff his face, had not given him much of an insight into the... alternative... uses for it.
Draco was far more inventive. He had hung pairs of cherries over Harry's ears, baked cuffs of pie pastry, and was busily engaged in braiding licorice whips into a collar. Harry leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of chocolate syrup trickling down his chest, waiting patiently; Draco always ate his creations after he finished them.
A Severus/Remus drabble written for snegurochka_lee for holiday 2006. She gave the prompt "Christmas decorations."
The bet was simple. Only if the first card did not arrive before December eleventh would Remus have a free hand with the Christmas decorations. When Hermione's card arrived on December eighth, Remus resigned himself to another dull holiday season.
On Christmas Eve, Severus blindfolded Remus and restrained him, in one of their favorite games. Remus was whimpering when, hours later, Severus' mouth clamped hot and wet around his cock, but it was what he saw as the blindfold fell away – holly and fairy lights, sprigs of mistletoe, all put there by his lover – that made him come so hard.
This Draco/Harry drabble was written for holiday 2006 for sktypied, who wanted anything to do with Harry (except Snarry or Trio), Sectumsempra, and smut.
The scars of Sectumsempra on Draco's chest have never faded. Harry neither seeks them out nor avoids them as part of their lovemaking; he treats them as he does the other scars Draco bears, from the marks on wrists and ankles where he was chained by his father as a traitor, to the great gouge on his left forearm where once the Dark Mark burned. Each one is its own badge of honor, worshiped in turn before Harry bends to take Draco's cock into his mouth, reminding Draco of the joys of life, and why both their scars have meaning.
A barely-adult Neville/Parvati drabble, written holiday 2006 for csi_tokyo3, who wanted Parvati to be a wicked witch and come to say goodbye.
"But why?" Neville looked at Parvati, disbelieving. His cock was still sticky with her juices, and her lips still swollen with the fervor of their kissing. It didn't even occur to him to reach for his wand. "You can't possibly mean it."
"I do," Parvati assured him, her fingers flashing, buttoning her robes. "Tonight I will take the Dark Mark. I'll be able to bring a great deal of valuable information to my Lord, and he has promised that I'll be suitably rewarded."
The smile that Neville had always thought so sweet was filled with malice as she Stunned him.
A Harry/Remus/Severus foodsmut drabble, as per knic26's request for holiday 2006.
"It's going to attract bees," complained Remus.
"Are you saying that I'm incapable of casting a simple repulsion charm?" Severus scowled at him.
"No, not at all," said Remus quickly. "Just that... did you have to choose honey?" He looked up at Harry, who wore nothing but a wicked smile and held a jar of honey which he was drizzling over Remus' bare skin.
"It seemed appropriate," Harry said. "Sunshine, meadows... you were the one who wanted to play with food."
"I know." Remus closed his eyes as Severus licked along the sticky lines that decorated his chest. "I know."
Some Gifts Keep on Giving
deadflowerss' holiday 2006 request said, "the naughtier, kinkier, bondage-filled the better." This Harry/Draco/Severus drabble was the result.
"There, the perfect finishing touch."
Harry stepped back to admire his handiwork. Draco knelt on the rug, his knees well apart, hands drawn up and chained to the wall with thick silver links. His cock was hard, encircled by the wreath of deep green holly that Harry had just placed there. The leaves pricked lightly, making Draco want to shift position, but he held still.
"He's going to love this," Harry said, bending over to share a kiss with Draco that left him thrusting uselessly against nothing. "Even Severus can't say no to you tied up as his Christmas present."
For holiday 2006, wolfiekins wanted a totally smutty Ron/Charlie.
Charlie looks at the red head bobbing on his prick and grunts softly as Ron's tongue does a wicked dance along his length. They could have spent these hours before the planned attack reminiscing, or sleeping, but Ron asked him, red-faced, if he would be willing to shag instead. How could Charlie resist, when Ron pleaded with him like that? He closes his own lips around Ron's cock, sucking, and hears Ron moan, tastes the slick bitterness as Ron comes in his mouth. Charlie feels the rapid beat of Ron's heart as he lets himself spill down his brother's throat.
karaz asked for Harry/Draco with either Pansy or Hermione as an unexpected voyeur, for holiday 2006.
Hermione often arrived a few minutes early for everything. Twenty-three minutes was more than usual, but she would go straight to the garden; Harry wouldn't mind if she looked around before they met to discuss how much he might offer for the property.
With her hand on the latch of the gate, she froze, staring.
Harry knelt on the grass. That was all right. Rather than inspecting the foundation, however, he had his mouth wrapped around Draco Malfoy's cock. What bothered Hermione most about the sight, she realized, was that watching them, her knickers had soaked through in an instant.
Neville/Remus, cardigan fetish. Written for scribbulus_ink as a thank-you for organizing the Snupin Santa exchange in 2006.
"Please." Neville begs so earnestly that Remus cannot resist, though he feels more than a little ridiculous. He knots the belt of his cardigan tightly.
Neville circles him, just looking at first, then touching the knitted sleeves, the collar, the buttons. His breath is rapid and Remus can see the erection tenting his trousers. His own prick is poking out from underneath the hem of his cardigan and his legs are becoming chilly, standing here half-naked.
Remus forgets his own sense of how ludicrous he looks, though, when Neville drops to his knees and takes Remus' prick down his throat.
Severus shifted in his seat and tried to avoid Minerva's eye. Staff meetings were invariably dull; as long as he paid attention, what matter if he did not sit still?
Across the table Remus' mouth twitched. Severus kept his gaze turned sternly away from his lover, too. This was all Remus' fault. When he had complained about having to waste an afternoon sorting out the class schedule, Remus had suggested a way to make the time more enjoyable.
It had worked, Severus admitted, squirming again, feeling the pulse of blood in his trapped prick as the plug rubbed his prostate.
A Fine Romance
Triple drabble written for my fourth LJ anniversary, for felaine, who asked for Harry/Snape with the prompt "Alas! A lass," and requested smut.
"Tune in next week for another episode of Alas, A Lass – will Ethelburga Terwilliger and Lancelot Mandrake at last confess their love? Or will Randolph Runciman interfere once again?"
Harry switched off the WWN. "It's amazing how popular that serial is. It's your voice, Severus."
"Humph." Severus scowled. "I loathe being reduced to reading such tripe."
"Look on the bright side; your role in the war is forgotten. Every witch in Britain knows your name and loves you. "
Severus shuddered. "I wish they didn't. The fan mail is a problem. They're sending not only photographs, but knickers!" Anguish filled the famous voice that had earned him second place in Witch Weekly's "Sexiest Wizard of the Year" list the previous month.
"Knickers, eh?" Harry moved, kneeling with one leg to either side of Severus' on the sofa. "I can distract you."
"You can, can you?" Severus smirked. "I imagine you're right." He Banished both of their clothes and put his arms around Harry, prick hardening as Harry rubbed against him.
"Of course I am," said Harry. He kissed Severus, tasting whisky on his lips and tongue. "Want you inside me," he whispered into Severus' ear. "Want you to fuck me right here."
Severus growled and thrust his hips. Harry muttered a quick Lubricio charm, shifting so that he could sink down onto Severus' prick, rocking them together.
"Although if you wanted me to wear knickers, I would." He grinned at the expression on Severus' face.
"Perverse imp." Severus gasped as Harry began to flex his thighs, sliding up and down. A few moments, and Severus was shuddering, his head thrown back, throat exposed to Harry's lips. Their hands moved together on Harry's prick until he had come too.
"I think we should listen to your show more often," Harry murmured afterward.
Luna told Ginny to sit at the edge of the bed, and then knelt in front of her, tucking one arm under each of Ginny's thighs, making a kind of arch that she filled with her body. Ginny watched and shivered at the wet trail traced by a pink tongue across her stomach, down into auburn curls. Luna hummed contentedly; Ginny gasped as Luna's lips touched her clit, breath so warm and moist as to seem a touch itself, until Luna licked between Ginny's folds. Panting, squirming, Ginny braced herself on her hands and moaned Luna's name as she came.
Union of the Snake
Harry/Severus with Parseltongue and bondage. This is for dementordelta, just because. The title is from the song of the same name by Duran Duran.
Sounds spill from his mouth as I bind him, hissed sibilants and harsh gutturals catching on my skin as if they were scales. I recognize my own name among them; Harry uses it often enough that has become familiar. As for the rest, it doesn't matter. If he needs release he will use English.
I tighten the final knots, careful that the ropes will not chafe either wrist or ankle. I could use magic, but we both prefer the intimacy of this method. He is hard, ready for me. I kneel, hearing the hissed, "Severus," as I bend in worship.
Ron should be there, too. Ginny/Harry/Hermione, in the same storyline as "Three-Quarter Time," in the 100quillsfirst post.
Ginny shivered as Harry's fingers passed over the skin of her ear and throat, seeking out the most sensitive spots. Her tongue never stopped working, though, teasing the hard nub of Hermione's clit. She plunged two fingers into Hermione's cunt, pumping with the same rhythm she used on herself as she knelt between Hermione's legs. Glancing up she saw Harry's dark head pressed to Hermione's breast, suckling her nipple. Hermione arched, surrendering to the sensations the other two provoked. Ginny licked faster. As Hermione pushed against her, Ginny imagined -- not for the first time -- that her brother was there too.