Prophecy 2007 - Drabbles
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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.
Better late than never. Below are some drabbles I wrote while at Prophecy. A group of us gathered, andfiona_fawkes gave us prompts and twenty minutes (which admittedly became a wee bit longer) to complete drabbles, not necessarily restricted to 100 words (*coughs* mijan *coughs*). These are my contributions, including one that I got stuck on that night, but managed to finish the next day:
Title: Watchful Eyes
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Prompt: McGonagall's pet hamster
Rating: R
Harry and Draco entered the abandoned Transfigurations classroom, having run out of other places to go.
Ron and Hermione were in the Room of Requirement, and Draco had blabbed to Blaise about the Chamber of Secrets, where Blaise was currently entertaining his latest love interest.
Which left Harry and Draco here, in McGonagall's classroom, Draco bent over the desk, both of them panting.
A noised slowed their efforts, as Harry looked around for the source of the disturbance. Nothing. No noise at all. As they continued their activities, once again the noise sounded. Once again they slowed to look. Once again the noise stopped.
They resumed their coupling only to find the noise return. Too far gone by now to care enough to stop, they carried on until they had both climaxed.
As their heart rates returned to normal, Harry caught sight of McGonagall's pet hamster casting a knowing glance at them.
Title: What's Up?
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco (implied), Ron, McGonagall, Neville, Dean, Seamus
Prompt: Hogwarts professor, animal, kitchen implement
Rating: PG-13 (language)
“Mr. Weasley! Cried McGonagall indignantly. “Put that poor creature down!”
Stunned by the sudden appearance of his head of house, Ron stood stock still, looking at the ferret dangling in the cage hanging from the ceiling of the Gryffindor Common Room. He grinned to himself one last time, remembering another white ferret, and imagining Malfoy hanging there for all to see.
Harry arrived looking worried. As he entered the common room to see Ron poking the ferret with a wooden spoon, something snapped.
“What the fuck, Ron?”
“Language, Mr. Potter,” said McGonagall. He hadn’t noticed her presence before that.
Harry stormed in, seemingly not hearing his professor. Through clenched teeth, he ordered Ron to let the creature down, then picked it up, hugging it close to him. “Don’t ever do that to my boyfriend again!” he yelled, storming out of the room, leaving behind a room full of stunned Gryffindors.
“Um …” Neville said, gaping at the portrait hole.
“Er,” said Dean.
“So Harry’s gay?” asked Seamus. “How come you didn’t tell us before?” he asked Ron.
“I didn’t know,” Ron said, still processing what had happened.
“But what’s up with the ferret?” Seamus asked.
Ron’s face fell as he realized exactly what that meant.
Title: The Darker Side of Muggle London
Pairing/Characters: Ron, Seamus, Harry
Prompt: Choose three out of these four - any Gryffindor, a trench coat, magical devices, any kink.
Rating: PG-13
Ron entered Muggle London with trepidation. He had asked George where the best place was to get Hermione a gift for her birthday, wanting to get her something completely non-magical. He knew that his brother did a lot of shopping for the Muggle section of his shop in London, and that he knew all the good little places.
He felt increasingly more ill at ease as he walked down the street, not a magical device to be seen. The alleyway he had turned down was deserted, with a feeling in the air similar to that in Knockturn Alley.
As he approached the store George had recommended, he smiled at the man leaning against the wall.
Two hours later, Ron entered Gryffindor Tower, his face speaking of shock.
“What’s wrong, Ron?” Seamus asked.
“George … London … store … trench coat …”
“What’s he on about now?”
Stifling laughter, Harry remembered George telling him about Fred and his experience with a flasher in Muggle London. He explained to everyone in the room exactly what the man in the trench coat liked to do in the alley. Thinking this was one of the best jokes George had ever played on Ron, Harry added, “George said that he especially likes red-headed boys.”
Title: Hedwig and the Purple Bucket
Pairing/Characters: Harry
Prompt: we were told to pick a noun and then anadverb adjective, and then get a character name from the person to our left
Rating: General
Warning: Angst
Harry arrived at Grimmauld Place to find himself alone, so very alone. Gone were the members of the Order; no longer was this Headquarters. Ron and Hermione had offered to return with him, but he had turned them down, wanting to be on his own.
No, that wasn't exactly true. He hadn't wanted to be around a couple. He had some soul searching and reflecting to do. Being around his friends who, after seven years, had finally acted on their feelings for one another, wasn't something Harry cherished. After all, he had spent more than enough time with them lately. It would only emphasize for him how very alone he truly was.
After ten minutes in the house, Harry began to question the wisdom of that choice. He thought back to those he had lost, and felt even more alone.
Deciding that he needed some air, he went outside. Again he had to question his own decision, as he looked into the distance to see Hedwig's bucket. It was a ridiculous purple thing that he had found on the grounds, and Hedwig had ended up using it as a place to store all that she caught while out hunting.
As he looked out at the garden, Harry finally broke down and wept.
sesheta_66Disclaimer: 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.
Better late than never. Below are some drabbles I wrote while at Prophecy. A group of us gathered, and
fiona_fawkes gave us prompts and twenty minutes (which admittedly became a wee bit longer) to complete drabbles, not necessarily restricted to 100 words (*coughs* mijan *coughs*). These are my contributions, including one that I got stuck on that night, but managed to finish the next day:Title: Watchful Eyes
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Prompt: McGonagall's pet hamster
Rating: R
Harry and Draco entered the abandoned Transfigurations classroom, having run out of other places to go.
Ron and Hermione were in the Room of Requirement, and Draco had blabbed to Blaise about the Chamber of Secrets, where Blaise was currently entertaining his latest love interest.
Which left Harry and Draco here, in McGonagall's classroom, Draco bent over the desk, both of them panting.
A noised slowed their efforts, as Harry looked around for the source of the disturbance. Nothing. No noise at all. As they continued their activities, once again the noise sounded. Once again they slowed to look. Once again the noise stopped.
They resumed their coupling only to find the noise return. Too far gone by now to care enough to stop, they carried on until they had both climaxed.
As their heart rates returned to normal, Harry caught sight of McGonagall's pet hamster casting a knowing glance at them.
Title: What's Up?
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco (implied), Ron, McGonagall, Neville, Dean, Seamus
Prompt: Hogwarts professor, animal, kitchen implement
Rating: PG-13 (language)
“Mr. Weasley! Cried McGonagall indignantly. “Put that poor creature down!”
Stunned by the sudden appearance of his head of house, Ron stood stock still, looking at the ferret dangling in the cage hanging from the ceiling of the Gryffindor Common Room. He grinned to himself one last time, remembering another white ferret, and imagining Malfoy hanging there for all to see.
Harry arrived looking worried. As he entered the common room to see Ron poking the ferret with a wooden spoon, something snapped.
“What the fuck, Ron?”
“Language, Mr. Potter,” said McGonagall. He hadn’t noticed her presence before that.
Harry stormed in, seemingly not hearing his professor. Through clenched teeth, he ordered Ron to let the creature down, then picked it up, hugging it close to him. “Don’t ever do that to my boyfriend again!” he yelled, storming out of the room, leaving behind a room full of stunned Gryffindors.
“Um …” Neville said, gaping at the portrait hole.
“Er,” said Dean.
“So Harry’s gay?” asked Seamus. “How come you didn’t tell us before?” he asked Ron.
“I didn’t know,” Ron said, still processing what had happened.
“But what’s up with the ferret?” Seamus asked.
Ron’s face fell as he realized exactly what that meant.
Title: The Darker Side of Muggle London
Pairing/Characters: Ron, Seamus, Harry
Prompt: Choose three out of these four - any Gryffindor, a trench coat, magical devices, any kink.
Rating: PG-13
Ron entered Muggle London with trepidation. He had asked George where the best place was to get Hermione a gift for her birthday, wanting to get her something completely non-magical. He knew that his brother did a lot of shopping for the Muggle section of his shop in London, and that he knew all the good little places.
He felt increasingly more ill at ease as he walked down the street, not a magical device to be seen. The alleyway he had turned down was deserted, with a feeling in the air similar to that in Knockturn Alley.
As he approached the store George had recommended, he smiled at the man leaning against the wall.
Two hours later, Ron entered Gryffindor Tower, his face speaking of shock.
“What’s wrong, Ron?” Seamus asked.
“George … London … store … trench coat …”
“What’s he on about now?”
Stifling laughter, Harry remembered George telling him about Fred and his experience with a flasher in Muggle London. He explained to everyone in the room exactly what the man in the trench coat liked to do in the alley. Thinking this was one of the best jokes George had ever played on Ron, Harry added, “George said that he especially likes red-headed boys.”
Title: Hedwig and the Purple Bucket
Pairing/Characters: Harry
Prompt: we were told to pick a noun and then an
Rating: General
Warning: Angst
Harry arrived at Grimmauld Place to find himself alone, so very alone. Gone were the members of the Order; no longer was this Headquarters. Ron and Hermione had offered to return with him, but he had turned them down, wanting to be on his own.
No, that wasn't exactly true. He hadn't wanted to be around a couple. He had some soul searching and reflecting to do. Being around his friends who, after seven years, had finally acted on their feelings for one another, wasn't something Harry cherished. After all, he had spent more than enough time with them lately. It would only emphasize for him how very alone he truly was.
After ten minutes in the house, Harry began to question the wisdom of that choice. He thought back to those he had lost, and felt even more alone.
Deciding that he needed some air, he went outside. Again he had to question his own decision, as he looked into the distance to see Hedwig's bucket. It was a ridiculous purple thing that he had found on the grounds, and Hedwig had ended up using it as a place to store all that she caught while out hunting.
As he looked out at the garden, Harry finally broke down and wept.
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Date: 2007-09-02 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 07:00 am (UTC)Glad you liked.
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Date: 2007-09-02 11:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 02:42 pm (UTC)With the character of Hedwig, less than two weeks after DH came out, I couldn't do anything but angst. :(
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Date: 2007-09-02 03:49 pm (UTC)And the last one, with the bucket...oh, that's soooo sad! *wibbles*
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Date: 2007-09-02 04:34 pm (UTC)*hands you tissue*
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Date: 2007-09-02 04:20 pm (UTC)And then... Hedwig...
*SOBS*
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Date: 2007-09-02 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 04:26 pm (UTC)What's Up? - Awww. Poor Harry.
The Darker Side of Muggle London - Also so very wrong. *snickers*
Hedwig and the Purple Bucket - still makes me sniffle.
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Date: 2007-09-02 04:36 pm (UTC)*hugs Harry ... pets ferret!Draco*
Heheheh - again, your prompt, darling. ;)
*hands tissue*
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Date: 2007-09-02 04:52 pm (UTC)Are you trying to kill me, though? Hedwig makes me sniffle. I'm not over Hedwig...I'll mourn her and Dobby for the rest of my life!!!!!
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Date: 2007-09-02 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 07:55 pm (UTC)Srsly, love Harry being all protective towards the ferret - can you imagine Draco walking in and being all indignant over Harry caring for another ferret? *giggles*
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Date: 2007-09-02 07:58 pm (UTC)Yeah ... could you imagine if that wasn't Draco? He was off in the library or something, and Harry didn't realize that's why he hadn't shown up ... then Draco walks in on Harry cuddling and comforting a REAL ferret? Heh.
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Date: 2007-09-02 08:08 pm (UTC)Ahahaha, Draco would probably chuck at fit and banish the ferret... or decide to keep it. Either way. *g*
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Date: 2007-09-02 08:38 pm (UTC)And I agree, either way is ♥.
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Date: 2007-09-03 12:07 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2007-09-03 03:12 pm (UTC)