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auld_lang_snape's 13 Drabbles in 3 Hours Challenge
Cedric/Draco
PG
149 words
Draco hated Hufflepuffs even more then he hated Gryffindors. At least Gryffindors knew how to argue properly. Hufflepuffs, or, at least, one specific Hufflepuff, did not.
Cedric Diggory, the undisputed King of the Hufflepuffs, followed him around asking about his day, as if Draco Malfoy would talk about his day. He complimented his hair (Draco sneered at him) and asked if he would like to go flying some time (Draco rolled his eyes).
And another reason Draco Malfoy hated Hufflepuffs, the hurt looks they would give him, just like the very sad look on Cedric Diggory’s face as he started to walk away.
Draco felt like hitting something.
“Wait.”
Cedric looked back hopefully.
“All right, fine, whatever. I’ll go flying with you.”
Cedric smiled, and took Draco’s hand, and it was only the sight of Potter’s gray face before he passed out that kept him from pulling it away.
Lucius/Arthur
PG
110 Words
They’d argue and call each other names like children, and Arthur would walk away smiling, because it was Lucius Malfoy, who’d wear silk robes while Arthur put on his most hideous orange jumper because he knew Lucius would be there.
And just when he had the perfect comeback, when he was finally going to win the quiet competition they never admitted to, Lucius moved his head slightly, catching the sunlight, and Arthur just stared.
Lucius kind of smirked at him and kept walking, as if he knew exactly what sort of thoughts were running through his head, and Arthur wondered if it was time to add some new rules.
Snape/Remus
PG
290 Words
He had to be insane. That was the only reason he was walking toward Lupin’s office holding a cup of Wolfsbane it had taken almost five hours to perfect. He was insane.
Forget the fact that he was helping the same werewolf who’d tried to kill him about twenty years ago, this was also the same werewolf who’d somehow wound up with the Defense Against the Dark Arts job without even trying, the job he’d been trying to get Dumbledore to hire him for for years now.
Remus Lupin hadn’t actually done anything (besides trying to kill him), but even as a Prefect he’d never tried to stop his friends, and so Severus also included everything they had done to him in his ever-expanding ‘Reasons it’s a Stupid Idea to Help That Murdering Werewolf’ list.
But here he was, at the door, and Lupin was being his typical pleasing self, asking Severus if he could get him anything, clearing off a chair so he could sit down. Severus scowled. Lupin was chattering away, his soft voice buzzing quietly in the background of Snape’s inner monologue, thanking him for being so nice and taking the time to brew this for him, and how he hoped it wasn’t too much trouble.
Severus glared silently.
Lupin coughed, and handed Snape back the glass. He stood up to leave.
“Do you think we could be friends while I’m here?” Lupin said from behind him. “Just try to forget about before?” Snape’s shoulders tensed.
“Don’t be stupid Lupin. We are *not* friends.” Lupin nodded dejectedly.
Snape turned to look at him. “I’ll try to work on the taste for you.”
Lupin smiled at him, happy again, and Severus rolled his eyes.
Insane. Definitely.
Harry/Draco
Pg-13
214 Words
It’s easier not to talk. Talking would make it real; forced out of the dark, know for sure that it’s Draco Malfoy kissing me, sucking my tongue, jacking me off against the wall, no matter how much I pretend it isn’t.
I don’t even know why he does it. He’s Malfoy, he’s rich, handsome, sexy, smart; looks just how you’d always think a real pureblood would look, white blond hair and pale skinned, like a Vella, only you can see in his eyes and the way he moves that he really is as rare and incomparable as a pureblood is supposed to be.
But I get to him, I make him lose that cool detached air, and for once it’s not just because I’m Harry Potter.
I like seeing him angry, making him real again, and knowing that it’s not just him that can get to me.
He touches me, afterward, usually while he’s muttering about my hopeless hair, or my clothes. He’s rolling his eyes as he walks off, perfect looking as ever, and even though I know it’s coming, I still can’t leave until I hear “Keep it down next time Potter, wouldn’t want the Weasel to catch you fucking the enemy”, if only because it means it’ll happen again.
Hermione/Millicent
PG-13
266 words
Granger is my dueling partner. *Granger*. As if it’s hard to disarm her. She usually manages about two hexes before I grab her arm and get the wand away, and even though it’s happened every time every year since we were allowed to start dueling, she still looks surprised, as if she *can’t believe* I’ve managed to kick her ass again.
And of course, because it’s Granger, she can’t handle not being the best, so she somehow talks me into practicing with her outside after dinner is over. And I win. Again. And again.
And by now she’s so mad she’s digging her nails into my arm and pulling, and frustrated as hell because I’m still not going anywhere. But she’s Granger and she’s read all sorts of strategies about dueling so I know whatever comes next is going to be complicated and intricate and still probably not work, so I’m a little surprised when she lets go and backs off like she’s given up.
“Thanks Bulstrode, I think I’m getting better,” she says, and picks up her bag to leave.
“That’s it?”
She shrugs. “I can’t beat you.”
She’s right about that, but it’s still, it’s Granger. Giving up.
But she wasn’t leaving, just standing there. Staring. Like she was waiting for something.
She opened her mouth, hesitated, then stepped forward fast, touching my face and leaning up on her toes, kissed my lips quickly, then turned around and *ran* in the other direction.
It was only when I turned to leave that I noticed my wand lying in front of me in the grass.
Pansy/Ginny
PG-15
266 words
Oh this is great. Just great. I’m stuck here with the she-Weasel, doing all the work, of course. Because she’s Ginny Weasely, of course *she’s* not going to do any work.
And Draco says Potter’s bad, he doesn’t *know* bad. At least Potter can chop ingredients, I bet Weasley can’t even do that. Look at her over there, twirling her stupid pigtail. What sane person over the age of six wears her hair in pigtails anyway?
And you know she’s going to take all the credit for this, all, oh, look Professor Snape, look how well I did! Pathetic Gryffindor. She’s probably a virgin too. Probably never even got past hand holding with Potter or that Thomas guy. Sad, really. Look at that tight shirt, her breasts have to be Ds now. No sex, and I’m sure Miss Innocent Gryffindor is too shy to get herself off. No orgasms either, that’s just depressing. Probably never even heard of a vibrator.
What does she think she’s doing now, touching her neck like that? What does she want? Probably wants sex, that’s what she wants. Poor sexually deprived Gryffindor. Fine, whatever.
God, look at that. One french kiss and she’s practically sliding off the chair. Listen to her moan, Potter must have been even worse than Chang said. At least she’s not calling out Granger’s name or something, that really would be a deal-breaker. Confusing me with that bushy haired know-it-all. Maybe if I touch her here... Well, that worked. Figures she’d be loud.
What- oh. Ohhh. Well. Maybe the she-Weasel does have some redeeming qualities after all.
Harry/Voldemont
PG-15
163 words
He could never tell Ron or Hermione, not about this. They didn’t understand, didn’t know, really, what Parseltongue did to him. The hissing against his cock, the vibrations making him harder until he couldn’t stand it.
Voldemont did it on purpose, he knew it. He was there, invisible, all the time, touching him, especially when they were around other people, because Voldemont knew he couldn’t do anything about it.
Hissing, in his ear, and he was silently gasping, hoping no one could tell how close he was. “Touch me.” He hissed, and felt his eyes flutter closed as Voldemont’s hand curled around him. Rougher, and he could feel teeth sliding against him, Voldemont’s tongue against the head, harder, and Harry went rigid.
“Now Potter. I want to taste you, swallow you. Now.” He bit back a scream, ignoring Hermione and Ron’s startled glances, and lay back in his chair, breathing hard.
“Just a nightmare.” He told them, and could almost hear Voldemont laughing.
Narcissa/Lily
PG-13
94 words
Narcissa Black was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. And Lily was just Lily, red hair, a Muggle. Average.
So really, threading her hands into that hair and kissing her, hard, shoving her tongue into her mouth, it was just the only way Lily could think of to get Narcissa to notice her.
She expected ice, almost, cold kisses instead of hot, not Narcissa’s tongue stroking soft against her throat.
Gryffindor, Narcissa would say, shaking her head and rolling her eyes, and Lily bit down, licking until Narcissa couldn’t talk at all.
Lucius/Sirius
PG
139 words
Damned if he knew why, but here he was, staring down at Lucius Malfoy and wondering when, exactly, he’d lost the rest of his mind.
Sirius edged closer. Black satin sheets and black pillow cases that made his pale skin look even whiter then it was, and Sirius felt like hitting him, because he really should not be staring at Malfoy’s chest.
Of all the places to sneak into. Malfoy Manor. And why? Not to steal anything. No, he broke in to the home of one of the richest wizards in the world to watch his cousin’s husband sleep.
Lucius’s head rolled toward him and one eye opened, looking up at him blearily, then closed again. “Oh, it’s you.”
Sirius contemplated killing him, then yawned. Tomorrow. He slid in between the sheets and buried his face in Lucius’s hair.
Percy/Ron
PG-13
296 words
They didn’t used to fight. Not like they did now, yelling at each other until Percy finally just avoided his family all together.
He’d hadn’t seen them in almost five years, hadn’t answered his mother’s posts, but kept them so she wouldn’t worry he was dead, through the war and the two years afterward when the so-called “good” wizards finally got to punish the last of the Death Eaters. Never mind that spies like the Malfoys and Severus Snape also had property and money taken away, the agenda against them so obvious that Percy knew his family was probably at least partially behind it. Pathetic.
And then there he was, standing in Percy’s living room and shifting back and forth on his feet silently until Percy sighed and finally offered him a seat.
“What are you doing here?”
Ron just kind of shrugged, which was the last thing Percy expected from the one brother who never watched what he said, and he started to worry.
“Did someone die?” He asked, and Ron’s head snapped up to look at him.
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. I just-” he ducked his head, looking more like the six year old Percy had taught to swim then the twenty year old man he was. “I guess I just missed you.” Percy stared at him. “And felt bad, I guess, for driving you away and making you think you couldn’t come home.”
“Oh.” Percy nodded like he understood.
Ron looked away, almost embarrassed, then back defiantly, and leaned forward, gripping Percy’s face in his too-large hands. Percy’s eyes widened when Ron’s lips pressed against his and his tongue forced it’s way in, and when Ron finally pulled away he looked at him and said, “I guess you did miss me.”
Percy/Lucius
PG-13
121 words
Percy Weasley was not a typical Weasley. He was smart, for one thing. Not prone to psychotic rants or stupid pranks, which Lucius appreciated.
No, this Weasley was actually very competent, and even dressed nicely, which, for most Weasleys, seemed to be an impossible task.
He obeyed Lucius without complaint, and even acted as if he were grateful for mundane tasks; the perfect servant, which was why Lucius was so surprised when Percy Weasley shoved him against his desk and kissed him as if he’d been obsessing about it for years.
Of course he followed that up with stuttering apologies, but Lucius managed to shut him up quickly enough, and decided that yes, he definitely preferred this Weasley to the others.
Ron/Draco
PG-15
92 words
Weasleys were supposed to be the unpredictable violent ones, so when Malfoy kissed him and then punched him in the face, Ron wondered if this was the same Draco Mafloy he’d just been yelling at, or another Pollyjuiced Mad Eyed Moony look-alike.
They shoved each other alternately into walls, onto tables, kissing and fighting that way, and maybe Ron wouldn’t mind so much if Malfoy won if he kept doing that with his tongue and his hands and Ron bit down on Mafloy’s shoulder.
Maybe he’d have to get detention again tomorrow.
James/Lucius
PG-15
102 words
Lucius’s hair was always perfect, whether it was down framing his face or pulled back, and James hated that it never snarled no matter how many times he ran his hands through it.
He hated Malfoy, hated his stupid friend Snape and his gorgeous girlfriend even more, and sometimes he even hated his own girlfriend, who kept him too busy to sneak down into the dungeons.
He watched Lucius’s face when he sank into him, watched his eyes flutter close as James moved, into him, splitting him in half, watched him lose that Malfoy poise, and it was almost better then Quiddith.
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