urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:hp_femmeslash Because they live forever in our hearts... redbeargrl@gmail.com Fans of Harry Potter Femmeslash 2008-01-19T04:31:04Z urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:hp_femmeslash:3174 2008-01-19T04:31:04Z 2008-01-19T04:31:04Z <b>Title:</b> Skipping Quidditch<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='tattooedsappho' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://tattooedsappho.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='http://tattooedsappho.insanejournal.com/'><b>tattooedsappho</b></a></span><br /><b>Pairing:</b> Hooch / McGonagall<br /><b>Rating:</b> PG<br /><b>Word Count:</b> 117<br /><b>Authors Notes:</b> Originally written 1/8/07, moved to <span class='ljuser' lj:user='imp_inkstains' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://asylums.insanejournal.com/imp_inkstains/profile'><img src='http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='http://asylums.insanejournal.com/imp_inkstains/'><b>imp_inkstains</b></a></span> then posted here.<br /><b>Disclaimer:</b> Not mine. damn.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br />"How in Merlin's name did you convince Snape to referee this game for me?"<br /><br />"Lets just say that he...owed me a favor."<br /><br />"Okay. But that still doesn't explain why you're not at the game."<br /><br />"Oh but I am. Remember Nymphadora Tonks?"<br />"Clumsy girl, new hair color every week?"<br /><br />"That's the one. She's going as me."<br /><br />"Why? You never miss a game!"<br /><br />"I do when I have something better to do," Minerva grinned. She stopped running her hand through Xiomara's hair and scooted closer to the woman sharing the couch with her. "I do when I have someone else better to do." She leaned in and captured Xiomara's lips with her own, all thoughts of Quidditch soon forgotten. urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:hp_femmeslash:2279 2008-01-15T03:48:48Z 2008-01-15T03:48:48Z <b>Title:</b> Headmistress Interrupted<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='tattooedsappho' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://tattooedsappho.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='http://tattooedsappho.insanejournal.com/'><b>tattooedsappho</b></a></span><br /><b>Pairing:</b> Hooch / McGonagall<br /><b>Rating:</b> PG-13<br /><b>Word Count:</b> 200<br /><b>Summary:</b> All work and no play makes Minerva a dull girl.<br /><b>Authors Notes:</b> Written for Double Drabble #9 ('07) at <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/minorhp100/profile">minorhp100</a> then posted to <span class='ljuser' lj:user='imp_inkstains' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://asylums.insanejournal.com/imp_inkstains/profile'><img src='http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='http://asylums.insanejournal.com/imp_inkstains/'><b>imp_inkstains</b></a></span> before coming here.<br /><b>Disclaimer:</b> Not mine. Just playing with them.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br />“Minerva?” Xiomara said, approaching the Headmistresses’ desk and standing directly in front of the preoccupied professor.<br /><br />Minerva looked up at the sound of her name and, startled by Xiomara’s closeness, jumped in her chair.<br /><br />“Merlin Xiomara, don’t scare me like that!”<br /><br />“You wouldn’t be so easy to scare if you pulled your nose out of your work every now and then. If it’s not schoolwork then it’s Quidditch and if it’s neither then you don’t have time.”<br /><br />“That’s not all there is to me.” Minerva huffed, glaring at Xiomara.<br /><br />“Really?” Xiomara asked, eyes sparkling mischeviously as she rounded the desk.<br /><br />Minerva was at a loss for words as Xiomara climbed into her lap and pulled the quill out of her hands, dropping it to the floor.<br /><br />“Prove it.”<br /><br />Minerva leaned into Xiomara, searing her lips with a kiss before standing and depositing her upon the desk. Papers scattered as they battled for dominance, all but the desire within ignored. It was only when both women were completely spent that coherent words were spoken again.<br /><br />“I hope you didn’t like that glass.” Xiomara commentated as she got dressed.<br /><br />“Somehow I always end up with broken something when you visit.” Minerva teased.