HP drabbles: December 2008 drabbles with alisanne, medawyn, and r_grayjoy
Title: December 2008 drabbles Authors: alisanne, celandineb, medawyn, and r_grayjoy Fandom: HP Pairings: various Rating: general (lots of innuendo) Warning: some cross-dressing Note: These drabbles were written to prompts from various folks. The first is completely stand-alone; for the rest we ended up making them linked (though each can be read alone also!), and they're posted here in an order that makes sense.
Ron escaped the biting December wind, ducking into Greenhouse Three. "Hey, Neville," he called to his friend wrestling with the Venemous Tentacula, "you seen my herbology book? I think I left it here this morning."
Neville's reply was inaudible, so Ron picked his way to the back. Something bright red caught his eye.
"What's this?" he asked, picking up the lacy object.
"That looks like a thong," commented Neville, rounding the corner of the bench.
"A what?" squeaked Ron, dropping the offending garment.
"Like this," replied Neville, lifting his robes to reveal a black leather thong.
The bathroom door opened and Harry emerged in a cloud of steam, tugging the green silk robe across his shoulders.
Severus reached out to turn his lover around. "It think it looks rather elegant," he commented, smoothing his hand down Harry's back.
"It's a little chilly for January, isn't it?"
"Are you or are you not a wizard?" smirked Severus over Harry's shoulder.
Harry turned in his lover's arms. "Are you sure you want to go to the Ministry's New Year's Eve Ball?" he asked as Severus' hand slipped over the curve of his ass.
"We always have time for this," responded Bill, kneeling next to the bed. With careful hands he slipped the stocking over Neville's toe, straightening the seam solicitously.
Inch by careful inch he unrolled the sheer black silk, kissing each patch of skin along the way before he covered it. Neville was panting when Bill reached the back of his knee.
Just before they got too distracted, Bill smoothed the final bit of fabric, fingers lingering as he fastened the suspenders.
"We don't want to be late for the Ministry's New Year's Ball."
"Another year stuck back here while the Ministry fetes the New Year," grumbled Regulus. "And we don't even get anything to eat."
"You're a portrait," soothed Remus, used to Regulus' complaining.
"I miss food," whined Regulus. "Jacket potatoes with cheese, cornish pasties, flapjacks with golden syrup…." he trailed off. "At least this year they got a better band," commented Remus.
"Anyone would be better than Justin Finch Fletchley and the Sugar Quills," groused Regulus.
"Now, now, Regulus, the New Year comes but once a year. And you know Harry always comes to say hello."
"Percy looks lonely," Harry whispered in Draco's ear as he stole a drink of his lover's martini.
Draco looked across the ballroom, picking the red-head out amid the sea of wizards in dress robes. "The Ministry is becoming indiscriminate with their invitations," returned Draco.
"That's beside the point," said Harry, still watching Percy.
"He's standing under some mistletoe," observed Draco. "You should go give him a kiss."
"But..." sputtered Harry, turning his head to see Draco's eyes.
"I'll go find Severus while you're gone," said Draco, shoving Harry in Percy's direction. "Just don't forget to come back," he grinned.
Percy watched despondently as Harry stole a sip of Draco's pomegranate martini. Percy was happy for Harry but envied Harry his two lovers when he had none.
He glanced around the ballroom, thinking no one would miss him if he left before midnight. Giving his glass to a passing house-elf, he edged towards the door. A final glance in Harry's direction made him pause, as Harry was moving toward him.
"Percy," Harry called when he was close enough to be heard. "Did you know you are standing under the mistletoe?"
Before Percy could reply, Harry had kissed his cheek.