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100 Words (or less) Drabbles, written for various challenges...
Proof (Veela, Inc. Challenge: Get
favorite couple back together after they've broken up)
I had no intention of forgiving Harry just yet.
The door to the dungeons opened. Everyone in the common room looked up.
He was wearing a "Gryffindors Rule" t-shirt.
"Salazar Slytherin was a wanker!" he yelled.
And he stood there, and didn't resist the wave of pissed-off humanity
that descended on him.
Twenty minutes later, naked, hanging upside down from the ceiling,
covered in green-and-silver paint and the effects of about six
Furnunculus curses, he smiled at me and bleated, "Draco, you prat, see
how much I love you?"
Silly little git.
(Veela, Inc, Challenge: Porn in 100 words) (NC-17)
Draco checked the tendrils binding Harry's wrists and ankles.
And the one winding about his cock.
He gave the underside a slow stroke with his tongue. Harry erupted all
over his bare stomach, howling.
"Oh, we were ready, weren't we?" Draco grinned. The Devil's
Snare had the effect of tightening as Harry got erect, until the
constriction made him lose his erection, and then the tendrils' slower
stroking would work him
back to hardness.
Over and over.
"Told you I had great plans for your weekend." Draco kissed his lover's
mouth just over the gag. "See you Sunday night."
Small Desires (HP
Mirror of Erised challenge)
At Harry's urging, they all came with him to look into it. Ron, Seamus,
Dean, Neville, Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati.
"My parents... and we're all so happy..."
"I'm Head Boy!"
"I-- I see the girl I'm going to marry..."
"Fame, wealth-- scads of it!"
"Me, actually graduating from Hogwarts with honors!"
The boys looked at the three girls, who were clinging to each other and
"Is it bad? What--what is it?"
Hermione spoke for all of them, still sobbing. "It's --it's the first
mirror-- that doesn't make us look FAT!"
They knew they'd never understand each other.
Verbose (HP 100. Letter from
dead to someone living)
--I get how many words again? Hell.
Potter, you fool. You thought you'd been given the greatest gift, when
they told you of your heritage.
I had to show you how unfair a world it still was. So that you could
Did it work? Of course not. You were always so trusting. Lupin, the
werewolf, you forgave. Black, supposedly a mass murderer, you believed.
All I accomplished was that you didn't trust ME. Your surly git of a
But I couldn't tell you the truth. That I really--
--How many do I have left?
Waste Of Paper (HP
Letter from someone dead to someone living)
Draco. Love you, always will. But it had to be me.
Paradoxicus means Avada Kedavra cast on the same person
twice--not usually an issue-- kills the caster permanently.
This, Voldemort didn't know.
I was the only one who could make Voldemort destroy himself. I'm just
sorry you had to see it...
I'll miss you more than I can ever-- wha-- DRACO? Oh, shit, the AK
caught you too?!
Oh, love, I'm sorry-- but I'm so glad we're together...!
Um, Mr. Archangel, sir? Can I change this so that it goes to my
godfather instead? What do you mean, no?
The Coven (HP 100. Patronus
From Dumbledore's wand, a silvery image of himself, holding a
gift of thick woolen socks.
From former-house-elf-now-wizard-in-training Dobby's, mismatched
argyles, covering his legs all the way up to his bony hips.
From Snape's, a figure in red cloak and holly wreath, filling a
black-haired, black-eyed boy's Christmas stocking with an inestimable
largesse of sweets.
From Oliver Wood's, the first athletic merchandise licensed with his
own professional Quidditch logo.
They sat back in the small circle of chairs.
"The Society of Wizards Whose Patronus Has Something To Do With Socks
will now come to order. Who brought the refreshments?"
That Does It (HP 100.
Oh, this... this was just too much.
They could murder his parents and make him an orphan.
They could leave him with relatives who hated, starved, and abused him.
They could ostracise him for speaking Parseltongue, terrorize him with
Dementors, frame his godfather, chain him, Cruciate him, and make him
stand against the
most evil creature to threaten the world while he stood over the body
a friend who'd just been killed before his eyes...
They'd STOLEN his Gryffindor Lion plushie!
Harry stood in the center of the Great Hall and burst into tears like a
Doggerel (HP 100. Sorting
Albus stood stock-still.
The professors were gaping.
The students were trying to smother their laughter behind their hands.
Snape, damn him, was on the floor laughing his arse off.
"Well," Albus said, trying desperately to keep the twinkle in his eye
and not sure if he was succeeding, "clearly the Sorting Hat has been...
indulging in a different variety of literature to expand on its
"The thing's kept in YOUR office, Albus!"
He was going to hex Snape.
He knew it was highly doubtful that anyone would forget this year's
Which had begun, "A Hufflepuff lass from Nantucket..."
The Lyin', the Which?, and the
Grope (HP 100. Crossover challenge)
Had Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Draco gone deeper into the back of the
wardrobe in which they were hiding, they would have discovered a
remarkable land filled with fauns and Marshwiggles, talking beasts and
winged horses, coveted by a beautiful but cruel sorceress and ruled by
a lion, and would eventually have come to be monarchs known as King
Harry the Gentle, Queen Hermione the Valiant, King Ronald the Just, and
King Draco the Very Hot in Leather Trousers.
But they had only gone into the wardrobe for some serious snogging, and
so that story never did come to pass.
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