|tattooedsappho (tattooedsappho) wrote in imp_inkstains,|
@ 2007-09-05 20:19:00
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massive! massive i tell you!
This is a drop from the Hogsmeade weeked for term 10 over at hogwarts_elite.
Title: Nighttime Journey
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author's Note: The challenge for this fic was to write something in which the main character is not named. I took it a step further and didn't name any of my characters.
It was well past curfew as she slipped from her bed and melted into the shadows. She wasn’t overly concerned about the Professors or Prefects patrolling the hallways, her place was in the shadows and they never bothered looking that hard. There were few she needed to worry about, strike that, one she needed to worry about. Relationships go bad, it happens to everyone. She could concede that fact. She just didn’t want the entire castle to know the details of her failed relationship; more importantly, who that relationship was with.
Making her way through the twisting passages of Hogwarts, she moved silently and quickly through the inky blackness. Alert for any sound that would indicate another’s presence, any indication that she was being followed. Every time she made the journey she took a different route. Sometimes she thought she was paranoid but when she really considered the consequences of her actions, being overly paranoid was the only safe way to handle things. Relaxing into her movements she let instinct take over and soon became lost in thought as she traveled deeper into the heart of the castle.
‘I can’t believe I’m getting caught up in something like this again. I swore the last time this happened that I wouldn’t give in, I would be strong. Fat lot of good that’s doing me now; what happened to my resolve? What happened to the strong woman I used to be? When did I lose myself to this madness? I don’t know what would be worse, getting caught by her or getting caught with him by someone else. At least if it’s only her then the whole castle won’t find out. If someone else catches me with him though, I don’t even want to think of the repercussions.’
A faintly familiar noise ahead of her shook her out of her reverie causing her to stop short and press her lithe body close against the wall, seeking the safety of the shadows. She found herself holding her breath as she slowly crept down the hall to the refuge she hoped to find behind a suit of armor. Crouching behind the hollow metal she fought back a gasp as she watched the form of her ex-lover creep slowly down the passage, on the lookout for those breaking curfew. She curled herself into a smaller ball, wishing she were invisible, and waited for the danger to pass. She did not need her ex finding her on the way to a late night rendezvous with her new fling. Fate was on her side, at least this time, and moments later she was able to carry on her way undetected. Finally she met him outside a random closet on the fourth floor.
“Did you have any problems getting away?” she asked.
“No, she fell asleep quickly tonight. Once she’s asleep I can do whatever, she just has this weird thing about saying goodnight to me,” he replied.
“You can’t really blame her; you know how most people feel about that.”
“Well I do now, thanks to you,” his eyes twinkled as he pressed his forehead against hers.
As he pressed his body close to hers she forgot any doubts she had about their relationship and lost herself in pleasure of being with him.
(Ok, I can tell you now. Animagus!McGonagall is the main character. Mrs. Norris is the ex. Crookshanks is 'him'.)
Title: The Thrill of it All
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Umbridge/Crouch Sr.
Word Count: 673
Warnings: Umrbidge is in it Blood play (teensy weensy bit), sadistic umbridge
Author's Note: Songfic challenge. We needed to use three lines from one of two songs in the fic. I chose Sympathy for the Devil
She pressed her lips roughly against his, caring not for emotion or passion but simply for the thrill of dominance. Of exerting her will upon his. Oh, she might have idolized him at some point long ago but these days her sight was set on someone with a much higher status in society. Bartemius was simply a way to quench her thirst, a body that would respond to hers, a means to an end. He had no way of knowing this; he thought she was smitten with him. The way he had been strutting around the office lately sickened her. She let him have his fantasies though; they kept him in line, made it easier to manipulate him.
The first time she brought him back to a room at The Leaky Cauldron he had his moment of doubt and pain, her teeth drawing blood as she bit into the tender flesh of his shoulder. But a little dirty talk went a long way and soon she had him so turned on he didn’t care what she did to him. After a while their rendezvous became a monthly and then a weekly habit, and soon she was able to turn his fumbled attempts at love making into something much more…satisfactory.
Pushing him down, she spelled away his clothes and magically bound his hands to the bedposts. Smiling evilly, she began to strip; teasing him mercilessly as she slowly removed her clothing piece by piece. By the time she was done, he was squirming with the need for some sort of contact. She leaned down and let her lips dance above him, before trailing her fingers up from his toes to his chest. He shuddered as she purposefully avoided the one spot he desperately wanted to feel her.
“Tell me, baby, what’s my name?” she whispered in his ear.
“What’s my name?!” she said more forcefully. “You know what happens if you don’t answer me.”
“That’s better,” she said as she slid on top of him and let her mind wander as her body played. Her body was mechanical, taking no pleasure from her actions; she simply used it to manipulate the man beneath her. Up and down, a thrust here, a moan there. She had learned exactly what to do in order to get this part over with the fastest and programmed her body through repetition. At this point she didn’t even need to think about what she was doing.
‘When I saw it was time for a change I didn’t think this would be the change I was going for. Although, this definitely gives me power over him and power is what I wanted. Funny how things work out. I wonder wh…’ her thoughts were interrupted by the climax of the man beneath her.
She leaned forward and ran her tongue from his navel to his sternum, tasting the foul saltiness of his cold sweat. His moustache twitched as her hair brushed against his face and he fought to hold back a chuckle, knowing how it would displease her. Summoning a black quill she propped herself up on one elbow and began to trace intricate patterns on the pale, scarred skin of his chest. After a few moments she paused, raising her eyes and studying him.
Eyes closed, lips slightly parted and breathing in a manner that betrayed how hard he was struggling to keep it even – it was obvious who was in charge here. Smirking to herself she dropped the quill to the floor and whispered a spell under her breath.
“Ooo, who!” He yelled, jerking on the bed as the patterns on his chest were suddenly carved into his flesh, his blood trickling in thin tracks down the sides of his abdomen toward the mattress.
“I tell you one time, you’re to blame,” she whispered. “You’re the reason I do this, you make me feel so wild.” She closed her eyes and imagined Cornelius Fudge beneath her as her fingers drew simple patterns in the blood on Bartemius’s chest.
Title: Fic Interrupted
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Word Count: 757
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author's Note: This challenge was for a HP character to write a fanfic him/herself. So you'll have to wait to the end to see who wanted to see Hooch and Tonks get together. ^_^
A lone figure flew about the Hogwarts grounds, lit only by the light of the full moon. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed the person executed loops and feints; dancing with the wind on the warm spring night. Nymphadora Tonks sat in the shadow of an old Elm tree and watched with awe.
‘Tonight’s the night. I can’t put this off anymore. This war has taken enough from me, from all of us. I’ve mourned Remus long enough – wait, did I just think that?’ Tonks shook her head and cradled her face in her hands. Sighing to herself she followed the figure in the sky with her eyes as she became lost in thought again. ‘I need to grab happiness while I can and hold on tight. I just hope this doesn’t slip through my fingers.’ She watched as the object of her affections flew a lazy path back towards the broom shed and Disillusioned herself before making her way towards the shed as well.
As Xiomara wiped down her broom and returned it to its place the door of the shed shut behind her, as if pulled shut by an invisible hand. Her wand was drawn immediately and she looked around the shed suspiciously. ‘What I would give to go back to the days when I could just safely assume it was the wind,’ she thought to herself. She noticed a strange look to the dusty floor near the door and trained her wand on that spot, three feet above the floor to guarantee she had a decent shot of hitting whatever person had followed her in.
Tonks took a deep breath; she hadn’t expected Xiomara to have found her out so quickly. Steeling her nerves, she cast a non-verbal Finite Incantatum and shimmered into visibility.
“Madam Hooch, it’s me. It’s Tonks. I’m sorry I startled you,” she apologized.
Xiomara fixed her with a yellow-eyed glare and she felt compelled to prove herself. Turning her hair into an exact copy of the Brooms Mistress’ she grinned smugly.
“See, it’s me. Not some crazy escaped Death Eater or anything.”
Slowly, Xiomara lowered her wand.
“Why the Disillusionment Charm then? Why not just come talk to me?”
“I…uh…that is…um,” Tonks stuttered, suddenly very interested in her feet.
“Tonks, I know you were out on the grounds again tonight. You don’t have to hide it, you’re an adult now.”
“It’s Xiomara; we’ve been over this before.”
“Right. Xiomara, I just didn’t want you to think I was following you or something weird like that.”
“And making yourself invisible to sneak into the broom shed with me isn’t weird?”
“Well, I suppose when you look at it like that…”
“Tonks, what’s going on? You’ve been out wandering around much more lately than you used to.”
“You…you noticed?” Tonks felt a light blush rushing to her cheeks.
“How could I not?” Xiomara moved closer to the younger woman. “It’s not like I’m oblivious to the world when I’m on my broom and I’ve noticed you sitting under that Elm tree a lot recently.” She smiled at Tonks and put her hand on the other woman’s shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Tonks chewed on her lower lip and looked away from Xiomara, hoping to hide the furious blush that erupted across her face with the slightest of contact with the older woman.
“Tonks, look at me. Do you want to talk about it?” Xiomara asked as she placed a finger on Tonks’ chin and tilted her up so she could look the metamorphmagus in the eye.
Tonks felt her breath hitch and she could have sworn Xiomara responded in kind. They were mere inches apart, it was impossible to ignore the feel of Xiomara’s breath against her cheek. She so badly wanted to pull the yellow-eyed woman closer and taste her sweet lips but she hesitated for fear of ruining the friendship they had so recently forged.
Xiomara grinned and took half a step closer.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked again, her lips almost brushing against Tonks’ with every word. She dropped her hands to the younger woman’s waist and pulled her close. Leaning down she…
“Argus! Argus are you in there? I need to speak with you for a moment!” Minerva McGonagall called from the fireplace on the far side of Filch’s quarters.
He hastily shoved the story he was working on under detention paperwork and paused to adjust himself before going to answer the Headmistress’ summons.
Title: Devoted Servant
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Vector/Sinistra, Dobby(unrequited)/Sinistra
Author's Note: Drabble challenge - "jealousy"
Dobby had spent the past few months learning exactly how Professor Sinistra liked her rooms arranged after cleaning and had even memorized her weekend breakfast order. He was sure she had noticed and appreciated the fresh flowers that had been appearing on her pillow recently. As his eyes swept across the floor to the bed he felt a strange buzzing in his chest. Professor Sinistra didn’t usually leave her clothes strewn about and there were two bras stuck in the bed drapes. His body flushed with rage as Sinistra’s moans mixed with the breathy encouragement of Professor Vector.