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Rating: G - PG13 (see individual drabbles)
Word Count: 100 (x 19 drabbles)
Challenges: Various (see individual drabbles)
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Title: Change is Good (PG)
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dracoharry100's prompts of "change", "moving house" and "solitary man" and for 100quills prompt 027 - "Pain."
"Change is good. Change is good. Change is good." Draco was chanting his mantra, as he had been all day long.
"Don't you want to do this?" Harry asked, disappointment evident in his voice.
"Of course I do. I agreed to it after all, didn't I?" Draco replied.
"Yes," Harry said hesitantly. "But you don't seem to want to now that the time has come to do it." He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice.
Draco, sensing Harry's disappointment, tried to reassure him with a gentle kiss. "Harry, wherever you are is where I want to be."
~~~~~~~~~~~
"You say you want this, but your actions paint a different picture." Harry turned away, afraid that pain would show in his eyes.
"Harry, I've lived in the same place my entire life. My family has lived at the Manor for generations. It was always my intent to live there, for my children to live there, and my children's children. I want to be with you more than anything in the world, but you need to understand this isn't easy for me."
"Okay, that's fair," said Harry. "I suppose it would be rather strange if you didn't feel that way."
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why don't you have any reservations about this move?"
"Let's just say I didn't have the happiest childhood, and leave it at that."
"We're moving in together, Harry. You should be able to talk to me about anything."
"We agreed not to dredge up the past, remember?"
"We agreed not to throw our past in each other's faces. I want to know all about what made you into the man you are"
"I suppose I figured I was on my own, that I had to deal with everything myself."
"So you're a solitary man?"
"Something like that."
"Not any more."
Title: Never Again (PG)
Challenges:dracoharry100's prompt of "solitary man."
1.
"Let me go!" Harry yelled as he pulled out of Draco's grasp. "I have to do this alone."
"No you don't!" Draco argued. "Who the hell said that?"
"The prophecy was clear. I am the one that has to kill him. Not anyone else, just me. That's how it has been foretold, and that's how it will be." He stormed out of the room, Draco on his heels.
"Listen here, you stupid, bloody hero! You claim not to believe in all this rubbish, and you certainly know Trelawny's a fraud. Why put so much faith in something she saw?"
2.
"Trelawny is a true Seer, Draco. She just doesn't actually See very often. This was one of her true visions."
"Right, then. What else did the old coot tell you about prophecies?" Draco prodded. "Let's see, I believe it was something along the lines of people making choices. You don't need to make the prophecy come true. You can change the course of your future, through your own action -- or inaction, as it were."
"But Voldemort marked me. He chose to make it true. Now I have to fulfill my destiny, because he'll stop at nothing to kill me."
3.
"True, but that doesn't mean you have to do it alone, Harry. You may have to fulfill your destiny as the means to Voldemort's end. But you have friends, you have Order members, you have Aurors, all behind you now. All willing to support you, and help you do this."
Draco reached up and placed his hand on Harry's cheek. Gazing into his bright green eyes, he said, "You have me. And I will never let you down. You are no longer alone in this, Harry. You are no longer a solitary man. You never will be again. I promise."
Title: Deadly Drabbles of Doom (PG-13)
Challenges:dracoharry100's prompt of "dead" and 100quills' prompt 043 - "footsteps."
1.
"You're dead, Weasley!" screamed Draco, a mess of who knew what all over him. His new robes, his tie, his ... his ... his hair! "Eep!" he squealed before running to the dungeons to clean up.
He may be shagging Potter, and he may have promised to be nice to his friends -- an involuntary shudder ... er ... shuddered over him at that thought -- but Draco would NOT tolerate an attack on his hair. I mean, the nerve! What did that stupid weasel think he was doing? Did he not know whom he was dealing with?
Sweet revenge.
2.
Draco loved magic. He was able to use samples of Ron's and Hermione's handwriting (thank you very much, Harry) with a handy-dandy little spell (thank you very much, Blaise), and write letters that even Hermione couldn't identify as forgeries. Of course, a quick Revealing Charm would have done the trick, but why would either of them suspect anything? Ron was too daft, and Draco was pretty sure he hadn't let Hermione in on their "war of whatever" they were having. Surely she would have seen him dead. So here he was. Oh, revenge was so very sweet. Ron would learn.
3.
Dead silence. That's what awaited Ron as he entered the empty classroom, letter from Hermione clutched in his hand.
"Excellent," he thought. He had time to settle in, get ready. He had been waiting a long time for Hermione to make a play. After all, she was a very clever witch, and truth be told she scared him. He was rather fond of his bits, and wanted to keep them attached to his body, so he had never made a move. Until now.
He took another look at the letter. Meet me in the Charms classroom. Naked. 9:00. Love, Hermione.
4.
Draco had second thoughts for a fleeting moment. Just now he realized that he'd be seeing Weasley ... naked ... very soon in fact. He might drop dead from the shock of it. No. He wasn't a Malfoy for nothing. He had stamina. He could endure this.
Making sure his shoes were not visible under Harry's borrowed Invisibility Cloak, he began to move himself into position to get a good shot. Oh, yes. This would be perfect. First, he would get the incriminating pictures, then he would settle in to see the fireworks. Hermione should be along any time now.
5.
Another little thing Draco loved about magic was the ability to hide what you're doing from unsuspecting victims ... er, people. He had been able to snap no less than a dozen photographs with the camera he had brought, all without drawing any attention. He had learned all about this one time when he was waiting in the Gryffindor common room for Harry.
Nearly dead from boredom, Draco had been approached by Colin Creevey who went on about cameras and developing solutions until Draco's eyes had glazed over. When he started talking about 'clandestine missions' Draco's ears had perked up.
6.
Hermione made her way to the Charms classroom, letter in hand. "It was about bloody time!" she thought to herself. Honestly, Ron couldn't be more daft if he were under a Confundus Spell! She had been dropping hints for years. Ginny had dropped hints. Hell, even Harry had dropped hints. But Ron never made a move. Until today.
She re-read the letter from Ron. Hermione, we've been dancing around this for so long. I've decided to just say it. I love you. Meet me in the Charms classroom. 9:15. Love, Ron.
She opened the door, stopping dead in her tracks.
7.
As he tried to prevent himself from chuckling out loud and giving himself away, Draco heard the distant sound of footsteps approaching. He put the camera away and settled himself in for the show.
The door flew open, and Hermione stood stock still on the threshold. Weasley turned to look at her hopefully.
"Hey, 'Mione!" he called.
Oh Merlin, it was hard not to laugh at his sheer gullibility. Tears were building in Draco's eyes at the sight.
"Ron?" Hermione asked with trepidation.
Ron made to move towards her, but her piercing glare stopped him dead. "Please. Just. Stay. There."
8.
"But, 'Mione," he said and tried again to move towards her.
"Just. Stay. There," she said again. If looks could kill, the weasel would be a dead man. Dead and buried. Dug up again and reburied. Several times over.
No longer able to stop them, tears were streaming down Draco's face now, and his body was shaking with silent laughter. This had to be the best prank he had ever pulled. Ever. And that's saying a lot. After all, he was a Slytherin. And to think he had Gryffindorks to thank for all of this. Life was good. Yes indeed.
9.
"Ronald," she said in a deadpan voice. "Where are your clothes?"
Draco nearly buckled over in laughter. He slid himself slowly down the wall, as standing was becoming a difficult task.
"My clothes?" Ron asked.
Oh, God, I'm going to wet myself!
"Yes, Ronald. Clothes, robes, trousers, pants, for Merlin's sake! Generally people wear them when they're out and about. Clothes."
"But you said ..." his voice trailed off.
"I said what?"
"You said to meet you here. Naked. In your letter."
"What letter?"
"This one." Hermione took the letter and quickly cast what appeared to be a Revealing Charm.
10.
"Do you recognize this handwriting?"
"Er ... no," Ron said. "But the letter was in your handwriting."
"Yes, well, it was a very good bit of magic."
Draco gave himself a mental pat on the back.
"Obviously."
"No, Ronald. I mean someone has to be really good to do this. And creative."
Draco didn't like her tone.
"Ronald?"
"Yes?"
"Put on your clothes, please," she said in an exasperated tone.
"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry."
Draco let out an audible snort. Uh-oh.
"What was that?"
"Over there."
As they approached him, Draco saw his fingers sticking out and thought, I'm dead.
Title: Each Other (flangst, General)
Challenge: "dead"
1.
Dead. Finally. Voldemort was no more, and they could all move on with their lives. Harry felt a sense of relief.
So many lives lost on the side of the Light, so many to mourn.
So many Death Eaters, along with Voldemort, died at that last battle too. Bellatrix, thankfully, was one of them. Lucius too.
Harry wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to feel about that. He was glad Lucius was gone, of that there was no doubt. But he was Draco’s father, after all. No matter who Lucius the man was, he would always be Draco’s father.
2.
“I’m glad he’s dead,” said Draco, sensing what Harry had been thinking. “Really I am. For my mother’s sake, for my sake, and for your sake. We are all better off without him.”
“I can’t disagree with you on that, Draco. But I am sorry for your loss.”
“I know you are. Thank you.”
They spent a long time huddled together, each mourning those they had lost -- some the same, some different. They held onto each other, lending support and drawing strength. At the end of it all, they had each other. That was something. It was everything now.
Title: Losing Sleep (PG-13)
Challenge: "dead!"
1.
“You know,” Pansy said to Draco, “that guy looks just like --”
“Don’t say it!” Draco interrupted.
“Why not?” she asked, confused.
“Because,” explained Blaise, “he’s been staring at that guy since we walked in here, but he refuses to accept that he has a thing for Po--”
“I said don’t say it!” warned Draco.
“You don’t mean that our Draco has the hots for Ha--”
“No I don’t,“ insisted Draco.
“But you have been staring, and he is a dead ringer for Potter.”
“Blaise does have a point, Draco.”
“Argh!” Draco stormed out, leaving his two friends behind, grinning.
2.
“Harry, mate,” said Ron. “You look like the walking dead.”
“Yeah, I haven’t been getting much sleep,” Harry said.
“Not nightmares again?” Ron asked.
“No, no. Not nightmares.” Harry’s cheeks flushed as he thought about why he hadn’t had much sleep lately. Every time he shut his eyes he dreamt about a certain blonde …
Ron completely misunderstood Harry’s reaction. “So, who’s the bird, then? If she’s keepin’ you up all night, the least you could do is tell me her name. Is it anyone I know?”
“What? No! No. It’s not like that at all. There’s nobody. No one.“
3.
“It’s like beating a dead horse, Ron. He’s not going to tell you,” said Seamus knowingly. “He’ll tell us when he tells us.”
“You can’t mean that you don’t want to know what -- or rather who -- is keeping Harry up at night? Who are you and what have you done with my mate, Seamus.”
“Ah, Ron, you didn’t listen properly. I said, ‘he’ll tell us when he tells us’. That doesn’t mean that we won’t encourage him. You know … to talk … in his sleep.”
Ron, finally catching on, said, “Brilliant!”
“I know I am,” agreed Seamus.
4.
That night, while Harry was sleeping, Ron and Seamus (and Dean and Neville, for good measure), stood watching him.
As he had done for countless nights running, Harry was dreaming. First he was restless, then a look of happiness fell on his face, then he started to mumble.
The boys leaned in, hoping to figure out just what it was that Harry was saying, when suddenly he grabbed his pillow, and kissed it. Seamus nearly collapsed from laughter, when suddenly Harry said, “Oh, Draco!”
“No!“ There lay Ron, dead to the world, having just collapsed onto the floor from shock.
Author:
sesheta_66 Rating: G - PG13 (see individual drabbles)
Word Count: 100 (x 19 drabbles)
Challenges: Various (see individual drabbles)
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Title: Change is Good (PG)
Challenges:
dracoharry100's prompts of "change", "moving house" and "solitary man" and for 100quills prompt 027 - "Pain.""Change is good. Change is good. Change is good." Draco was chanting his mantra, as he had been all day long.
"Don't you want to do this?" Harry asked, disappointment evident in his voice.
"Of course I do. I agreed to it after all, didn't I?" Draco replied.
"Yes," Harry said hesitantly. "But you don't seem to want to now that the time has come to do it." He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice.
Draco, sensing Harry's disappointment, tried to reassure him with a gentle kiss. "Harry, wherever you are is where I want to be."
~~~~~~~~~~~
"You say you want this, but your actions paint a different picture." Harry turned away, afraid that pain would show in his eyes.
"Harry, I've lived in the same place my entire life. My family has lived at the Manor for generations. It was always my intent to live there, for my children to live there, and my children's children. I want to be with you more than anything in the world, but you need to understand this isn't easy for me."
"Okay, that's fair," said Harry. "I suppose it would be rather strange if you didn't feel that way."
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why don't you have any reservations about this move?"
"Let's just say I didn't have the happiest childhood, and leave it at that."
"We're moving in together, Harry. You should be able to talk to me about anything."
"We agreed not to dredge up the past, remember?"
"We agreed not to throw our past in each other's faces. I want to know all about what made you into the man you are"
"I suppose I figured I was on my own, that I had to deal with everything myself."
"So you're a solitary man?"
"Something like that."
"Not any more."
Title: Never Again (PG)
Challenges:
dracoharry100's prompt of "solitary man." 1.
"Let me go!" Harry yelled as he pulled out of Draco's grasp. "I have to do this alone."
"No you don't!" Draco argued. "Who the hell said that?"
"The prophecy was clear. I am the one that has to kill him. Not anyone else, just me. That's how it has been foretold, and that's how it will be." He stormed out of the room, Draco on his heels.
"Listen here, you stupid, bloody hero! You claim not to believe in all this rubbish, and you certainly know Trelawny's a fraud. Why put so much faith in something she saw?"
2.
"Trelawny is a true Seer, Draco. She just doesn't actually See very often. This was one of her true visions."
"Right, then. What else did the old coot tell you about prophecies?" Draco prodded. "Let's see, I believe it was something along the lines of people making choices. You don't need to make the prophecy come true. You can change the course of your future, through your own action -- or inaction, as it were."
"But Voldemort marked me. He chose to make it true. Now I have to fulfill my destiny, because he'll stop at nothing to kill me."
3.
"True, but that doesn't mean you have to do it alone, Harry. You may have to fulfill your destiny as the means to Voldemort's end. But you have friends, you have Order members, you have Aurors, all behind you now. All willing to support you, and help you do this."
Draco reached up and placed his hand on Harry's cheek. Gazing into his bright green eyes, he said, "You have me. And I will never let you down. You are no longer alone in this, Harry. You are no longer a solitary man. You never will be again. I promise."
Title: Deadly Drabbles of Doom (PG-13)
Challenges:
dracoharry100's prompt of "dead" and 100quills' prompt 043 - "footsteps."1.
"You're dead, Weasley!" screamed Draco, a mess of who knew what all over him. His new robes, his tie, his ... his ... his hair! "Eep!" he squealed before running to the dungeons to clean up.
He may be shagging Potter, and he may have promised to be nice to his friends -- an involuntary shudder ... er ... shuddered over him at that thought -- but Draco would NOT tolerate an attack on his hair. I mean, the nerve! What did that stupid weasel think he was doing? Did he not know whom he was dealing with?
Sweet revenge.
2.
Draco loved magic. He was able to use samples of Ron's and Hermione's handwriting (thank you very much, Harry) with a handy-dandy little spell (thank you very much, Blaise), and write letters that even Hermione couldn't identify as forgeries. Of course, a quick Revealing Charm would have done the trick, but why would either of them suspect anything? Ron was too daft, and Draco was pretty sure he hadn't let Hermione in on their "war of whatever" they were having. Surely she would have seen him dead. So here he was. Oh, revenge was so very sweet. Ron would learn.
3.
Dead silence. That's what awaited Ron as he entered the empty classroom, letter from Hermione clutched in his hand.
"Excellent," he thought. He had time to settle in, get ready. He had been waiting a long time for Hermione to make a play. After all, she was a very clever witch, and truth be told she scared him. He was rather fond of his bits, and wanted to keep them attached to his body, so he had never made a move. Until now.
He took another look at the letter. Meet me in the Charms classroom. Naked. 9:00. Love, Hermione.
4.
Draco had second thoughts for a fleeting moment. Just now he realized that he'd be seeing Weasley ... naked ... very soon in fact. He might drop dead from the shock of it. No. He wasn't a Malfoy for nothing. He had stamina. He could endure this.
Making sure his shoes were not visible under Harry's borrowed Invisibility Cloak, he began to move himself into position to get a good shot. Oh, yes. This would be perfect. First, he would get the incriminating pictures, then he would settle in to see the fireworks. Hermione should be along any time now.
5.
Another little thing Draco loved about magic was the ability to hide what you're doing from unsuspecting victims ... er, people. He had been able to snap no less than a dozen photographs with the camera he had brought, all without drawing any attention. He had learned all about this one time when he was waiting in the Gryffindor common room for Harry.
Nearly dead from boredom, Draco had been approached by Colin Creevey who went on about cameras and developing solutions until Draco's eyes had glazed over. When he started talking about 'clandestine missions' Draco's ears had perked up.
6.
Hermione made her way to the Charms classroom, letter in hand. "It was about bloody time!" she thought to herself. Honestly, Ron couldn't be more daft if he were under a Confundus Spell! She had been dropping hints for years. Ginny had dropped hints. Hell, even Harry had dropped hints. But Ron never made a move. Until today.
She re-read the letter from Ron. Hermione, we've been dancing around this for so long. I've decided to just say it. I love you. Meet me in the Charms classroom. 9:15. Love, Ron.
She opened the door, stopping dead in her tracks.
7.
As he tried to prevent himself from chuckling out loud and giving himself away, Draco heard the distant sound of footsteps approaching. He put the camera away and settled himself in for the show.
The door flew open, and Hermione stood stock still on the threshold. Weasley turned to look at her hopefully.
"Hey, 'Mione!" he called.
Oh Merlin, it was hard not to laugh at his sheer gullibility. Tears were building in Draco's eyes at the sight.
"Ron?" Hermione asked with trepidation.
Ron made to move towards her, but her piercing glare stopped him dead. "Please. Just. Stay. There."
8.
"But, 'Mione," he said and tried again to move towards her.
"Just. Stay. There," she said again. If looks could kill, the weasel would be a dead man. Dead and buried. Dug up again and reburied. Several times over.
No longer able to stop them, tears were streaming down Draco's face now, and his body was shaking with silent laughter. This had to be the best prank he had ever pulled. Ever. And that's saying a lot. After all, he was a Slytherin. And to think he had Gryffindorks to thank for all of this. Life was good. Yes indeed.
9.
"Ronald," she said in a deadpan voice. "Where are your clothes?"
Draco nearly buckled over in laughter. He slid himself slowly down the wall, as standing was becoming a difficult task.
"My clothes?" Ron asked.
Oh, God, I'm going to wet myself!
"Yes, Ronald. Clothes, robes, trousers, pants, for Merlin's sake! Generally people wear them when they're out and about. Clothes."
"But you said ..." his voice trailed off.
"I said what?"
"You said to meet you here. Naked. In your letter."
"What letter?"
"This one." Hermione took the letter and quickly cast what appeared to be a Revealing Charm.
10.
"Do you recognize this handwriting?"
"Er ... no," Ron said. "But the letter was in your handwriting."
"Yes, well, it was a very good bit of magic."
Draco gave himself a mental pat on the back.
"Obviously."
"No, Ronald. I mean someone has to be really good to do this. And creative."
Draco didn't like her tone.
"Ronald?"
"Yes?"
"Put on your clothes, please," she said in an exasperated tone.
"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry."
Draco let out an audible snort. Uh-oh.
"What was that?"
"Over there."
As they approached him, Draco saw his fingers sticking out and thought, I'm dead.
Title: Each Other (flangst, General)
Challenge: "dead"
1.
Dead. Finally. Voldemort was no more, and they could all move on with their lives. Harry felt a sense of relief.
So many lives lost on the side of the Light, so many to mourn.
So many Death Eaters, along with Voldemort, died at that last battle too. Bellatrix, thankfully, was one of them. Lucius too.
Harry wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to feel about that. He was glad Lucius was gone, of that there was no doubt. But he was Draco’s father, after all. No matter who Lucius the man was, he would always be Draco’s father.
2.
“I’m glad he’s dead,” said Draco, sensing what Harry had been thinking. “Really I am. For my mother’s sake, for my sake, and for your sake. We are all better off without him.”
“I can’t disagree with you on that, Draco. But I am sorry for your loss.”
“I know you are. Thank you.”
They spent a long time huddled together, each mourning those they had lost -- some the same, some different. They held onto each other, lending support and drawing strength. At the end of it all, they had each other. That was something. It was everything now.
Title: Losing Sleep (PG-13)
Challenge: "dead!"
1.
“You know,” Pansy said to Draco, “that guy looks just like --”
“Don’t say it!” Draco interrupted.
“Why not?” she asked, confused.
“Because,” explained Blaise, “he’s been staring at that guy since we walked in here, but he refuses to accept that he has a thing for Po--”
“I said don’t say it!” warned Draco.
“You don’t mean that our Draco has the hots for Ha--”
“No I don’t,“ insisted Draco.
“But you have been staring, and he is a dead ringer for Potter.”
“Blaise does have a point, Draco.”
“Argh!” Draco stormed out, leaving his two friends behind, grinning.
2.
“Harry, mate,” said Ron. “You look like the walking dead.”
“Yeah, I haven’t been getting much sleep,” Harry said.
“Not nightmares again?” Ron asked.
“No, no. Not nightmares.” Harry’s cheeks flushed as he thought about why he hadn’t had much sleep lately. Every time he shut his eyes he dreamt about a certain blonde …
Ron completely misunderstood Harry’s reaction. “So, who’s the bird, then? If she’s keepin’ you up all night, the least you could do is tell me her name. Is it anyone I know?”
“What? No! No. It’s not like that at all. There’s nobody. No one.“
3.
“It’s like beating a dead horse, Ron. He’s not going to tell you,” said Seamus knowingly. “He’ll tell us when he tells us.”
“You can’t mean that you don’t want to know what -- or rather who -- is keeping Harry up at night? Who are you and what have you done with my mate, Seamus.”
“Ah, Ron, you didn’t listen properly. I said, ‘he’ll tell us when he tells us’. That doesn’t mean that we won’t encourage him. You know … to talk … in his sleep.”
Ron, finally catching on, said, “Brilliant!”
“I know I am,” agreed Seamus.
4.
That night, while Harry was sleeping, Ron and Seamus (and Dean and Neville, for good measure), stood watching him.
As he had done for countless nights running, Harry was dreaming. First he was restless, then a look of happiness fell on his face, then he started to mumble.
The boys leaned in, hoping to figure out just what it was that Harry was saying, when suddenly he grabbed his pillow, and kissed it. Seamus nearly collapsed from laughter, when suddenly Harry said, “Oh, Draco!”
“No!“ There lay Ron, dead to the world, having just collapsed onto the floor from shock.
