Crazy People (H/D, PG-13)
Oct. 14th, 2007 11:59 pmThis little entry is in response to the overwhelming competitiveness of the past week's 'book' challenge at
dracoharry100. Both teams made a phenomenal effort, and the difference was a mere two fics. Great job!
Title: Crazy People
Author:
sesheta_66
Team: Aurors
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 (x 10 drabbles)
Challenges:
dracoharry100's prompt of "amazement."
Summary: Draco is amazed by this week's submissions.
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.
"These people are crazy!" Draco exclaimed.
"What people?" Harry asked as he entered the room. "Who's crazy?"
Draco was currently on the computer - a place that Harry thought he spent entirely too much time - and talking to himself. Harry quietly wondered how many people elsewhere in sabre-space thought that Draco was the crazy one. He figured it was best to keep that thought to himself.
"These people!" He pointed to the computer. There were no people there, just a screen with a picture of --
"Hey! That's us!" he said, amazed that their likenesses were on a website.
"How did they get that picture?"
"Oh that's not a picture. It's a manip."
"A what?"
"A manip. You know, they take pictures of some people and manipulate them to make them do whatever they want - or at least look like they're doing it. A manip."
Harry looked at his boyfriend with shock. His pureblood boyfriend, who had previously thought all things Muggle were pointless, was now positively addicted to the Internet. It never ceased to amaze Harry that Draco remained utterly unapologetic whenever he discovered his previous assumptions were wrong.
"How do you know all this?" Harry asked.
"That's not the point, Harry, now is it?" he said in a rushed and huffy tone. Harry just glared at him. "Keep up with me. My point was that these people are crazy. This is a drabble community and --"
"A dribble community?" Harry asked. "What's that?"
Rolling his eyes, Draco explained. "Drabble, not dribble. A drabble is a one-hundred word fic that people --"
"Fic?"
"Fic, yes. A work of fanfiction. This is the Draco/Harry ship, and --"
"Ship? I don't see a ship." Even as he asked, he was amazed that Draco hadn't hexed him for interrupting again.
"Oh, good God, Harry, let me finish! I can't explain it all in one night anyway, so just shut up and listen."
Harry's temper was threatening to burst forth, but he did as he was told.
"Here's the thing ... this community has a challenge every week. The mods - moderators - come up with a prompt - a word or phrase that everyone is supposed to write about. Are you with me so far?"
Amazingly, Harry was still keeping up. He nodded.
"Good. Well, this week the prompt was 'book' ... rather boring and mundane if you ask me."
Harry looked at him in confusion.
"Well, you see, considering the types of fics these authors write, it's a wonder they got more than a handful of submissions for this week. Now, if the prompt had been 'moan' or 'scream' or something equally sexually charged, I would have expected this, but ..."
Harry couldn't keep quiet this time. "These people write about ... us?"
"That's right."
"And they do it every week?"
"Mm-hmm. It's amazing what some people do to pass the time, actually."
"And it sounds like they write about us ... having sex?"
"A lot of the time."
"And this doesn't bother you?" Harry asked.
"Not particularly," Draco replied. In fact, he looked a bit bemused at Harry's question, his eyebrow raised slightly in challenge.
He never ceases to amaze me. Anything for a little recognition.
It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes. "Alright, then, carry on. What's your problem with these people?" Harry thought he understood now why Draco referred to them as crazy.
"Well, there are the regulars - Death Eaters and Aurors - that contribute --"
"Wait a minute! There are Death Eaters out there writing about us?!"
"Not exactly," Draco replied, sounding impatient.
"But you just said --"
"I know what I said, Harry. But these are Muggles. They write about us for fun. Sometimes they write funny stuff, sometimes serious, sometimes sappy, and an awful lot of the times hot - very hot."
"You're going off-topic. Back to the Death Eaters."
"Right. They take the challenges and play for teams - either Aurors or Death Eaters."
"People actually choose to be Death Eaters?"
Draco glared at him. "There are perks you know."
Amazed more at Draco's audacity than the fact people chose to be Death Eaters after everything, Harry glared at Draco.
"Perceived benefits, Harry. The Death Eaters are the 'bad guys' and everyone knows that the bad guys have more fun."
"Says who? You?"
"Why yes. I am a former 'bad guy' myself, after all. And don't even try to deny that was part of what attracted you to me."
"Fair enough."
Draco seemed amused and slightly amazed that Harry hadn't countered that with an argument. His eyes twinkled as he smirked at Harry.
"Anyway, they play for their teams, and write these drabbles every week. The idea is to make the stories exactly one hundred words long, which isn't easy."
"I still don't get what's so amazing about this," Harry commented, looking utterly unimpressed. The latest interruption earned him a glare.
"They have to tell a whole story in only one hundred words. It's really difficult, actually. You should try it sometime. Anyway, this group of authors has taken it upon themselves to write clusters of drabbles instead, thereby giving themselves more opportunity to tell the story, but grouping the parts into one hundred word sections."
"That sounds rather sneaky. Almost Slytherin-like."
"Quite," Draco said with a nod. "And they do well most weeks."
"But not this week?" Harry asked.
"On the contrary, Harry. They outdid themselves."
"And the problem with that is?" Harry dared to ask.
"No problem, really. I just think they're crazy. They are taking this competition a little bit far, don't you think?"
"Considering this is the first I've heard of it, I don't really have an opinion."
"Wimp."
Ignoring Draco's remark, Harry asked, "So how many drabbles did they do?"
"Not counting the ones AFTER the mod posted the next challenge, one hundred and thirty six."
Unable to hide his amazement or curiosity, Harry asked, "Were they any good?"
"Go on," Draco said. "Read them."
For a continuation of the hilarity/insanity, see Crazy People - Part 2.
Title: Crazy People
Author:
Team: Aurors
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 (x 10 drabbles)
Challenges:
Summary: Draco is amazed by this week's submissions.
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.
"These people are crazy!" Draco exclaimed.
"What people?" Harry asked as he entered the room. "Who's crazy?"
Draco was currently on the computer - a place that Harry thought he spent entirely too much time - and talking to himself. Harry quietly wondered how many people elsewhere in sabre-space thought that Draco was the crazy one. He figured it was best to keep that thought to himself.
"These people!" He pointed to the computer. There were no people there, just a screen with a picture of --
"Hey! That's us!" he said, amazed that their likenesses were on a website.
"How did they get that picture?"
"Oh that's not a picture. It's a manip."
"A what?"
"A manip. You know, they take pictures of some people and manipulate them to make them do whatever they want - or at least look like they're doing it. A manip."
Harry looked at his boyfriend with shock. His pureblood boyfriend, who had previously thought all things Muggle were pointless, was now positively addicted to the Internet. It never ceased to amaze Harry that Draco remained utterly unapologetic whenever he discovered his previous assumptions were wrong.
"How do you know all this?" Harry asked.
"That's not the point, Harry, now is it?" he said in a rushed and huffy tone. Harry just glared at him. "Keep up with me. My point was that these people are crazy. This is a drabble community and --"
"A dribble community?" Harry asked. "What's that?"
Rolling his eyes, Draco explained. "Drabble, not dribble. A drabble is a one-hundred word fic that people --"
"Fic?"
"Fic, yes. A work of fanfiction. This is the Draco/Harry ship, and --"
"Ship? I don't see a ship." Even as he asked, he was amazed that Draco hadn't hexed him for interrupting again.
"Oh, good God, Harry, let me finish! I can't explain it all in one night anyway, so just shut up and listen."
Harry's temper was threatening to burst forth, but he did as he was told.
"Here's the thing ... this community has a challenge every week. The mods - moderators - come up with a prompt - a word or phrase that everyone is supposed to write about. Are you with me so far?"
Amazingly, Harry was still keeping up. He nodded.
"Good. Well, this week the prompt was 'book' ... rather boring and mundane if you ask me."
Harry looked at him in confusion.
"Well, you see, considering the types of fics these authors write, it's a wonder they got more than a handful of submissions for this week. Now, if the prompt had been 'moan' or 'scream' or something equally sexually charged, I would have expected this, but ..."
Harry couldn't keep quiet this time. "These people write about ... us?"
"That's right."
"And they do it every week?"
"Mm-hmm. It's amazing what some people do to pass the time, actually."
"And it sounds like they write about us ... having sex?"
"A lot of the time."
"And this doesn't bother you?" Harry asked.
"Not particularly," Draco replied. In fact, he looked a bit bemused at Harry's question, his eyebrow raised slightly in challenge.
He never ceases to amaze me. Anything for a little recognition.
It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes. "Alright, then, carry on. What's your problem with these people?" Harry thought he understood now why Draco referred to them as crazy.
"Well, there are the regulars - Death Eaters and Aurors - that contribute --"
"Wait a minute! There are Death Eaters out there writing about us?!"
"Not exactly," Draco replied, sounding impatient.
"But you just said --"
"I know what I said, Harry. But these are Muggles. They write about us for fun. Sometimes they write funny stuff, sometimes serious, sometimes sappy, and an awful lot of the times hot - very hot."
"You're going off-topic. Back to the Death Eaters."
"Right. They take the challenges and play for teams - either Aurors or Death Eaters."
"People actually choose to be Death Eaters?"
Draco glared at him. "There are perks you know."
Amazed more at Draco's audacity than the fact people chose to be Death Eaters after everything, Harry glared at Draco.
"Perceived benefits, Harry. The Death Eaters are the 'bad guys' and everyone knows that the bad guys have more fun."
"Says who? You?"
"Why yes. I am a former 'bad guy' myself, after all. And don't even try to deny that was part of what attracted you to me."
"Fair enough."
Draco seemed amused and slightly amazed that Harry hadn't countered that with an argument. His eyes twinkled as he smirked at Harry.
"Anyway, they play for their teams, and write these drabbles every week. The idea is to make the stories exactly one hundred words long, which isn't easy."
"I still don't get what's so amazing about this," Harry commented, looking utterly unimpressed. The latest interruption earned him a glare.
"They have to tell a whole story in only one hundred words. It's really difficult, actually. You should try it sometime. Anyway, this group of authors has taken it upon themselves to write clusters of drabbles instead, thereby giving themselves more opportunity to tell the story, but grouping the parts into one hundred word sections."
"That sounds rather sneaky. Almost Slytherin-like."
"Quite," Draco said with a nod. "And they do well most weeks."
"But not this week?" Harry asked.
"On the contrary, Harry. They outdid themselves."
"And the problem with that is?" Harry dared to ask.
"No problem, really. I just think they're crazy. They are taking this competition a little bit far, don't you think?"
"Considering this is the first I've heard of it, I don't really have an opinion."
"Wimp."
Ignoring Draco's remark, Harry asked, "So how many drabbles did they do?"
"Not counting the ones AFTER the mod posted the next challenge, one hundred and thirty six."
Unable to hide his amazement or curiosity, Harry asked, "Were they any good?"
"Go on," Draco said. "Read them."
For a continuation of the hilarity/insanity, see Crazy People - Part 2.
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Date: 2007-10-15 11:09 am (UTC)*bangs leg on coffee table*
*falls and knocks over lamp*
*gets up and gracefully brushes off*
*resumes flailing*
Thanks, hon! :D
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Date: 2007-10-15 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-15 12:31 pm (UTC)Purebreed Draco explaining all things fanfic to muggle-raised Harry!
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Date: 2007-10-15 08:38 pm (UTC)excellent fics! thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2007-10-16 02:30 am (UTC)Oh, classic! Bring out the big guns, J!
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Date: 2007-10-16 02:47 am (UTC)Yeah, I liked that line too. Hee!
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