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Quick Quill Quotes Week #s Posting is now Closed
Subject: Quick Quill Quotes
It's Wednesday!
Some of us are feeling tired and run-down. Some of us can't wait for the weekend to finally come. And some of us have already thrown our plot bunnies into the ether.
But never fear, Quick Quill Quotes is here!
Take up your Biros and Ballpoints! Brandish your sharpener and retrieve that dreaded red marker from its dusty corner! Flex those fingers!
The current week's theme is: Common Rooms
This can be anything related to Common Rooms Is there festive cheer in one of the houses for the new school year? Has one of the house portraits had a tantrum? Is there a tasty piece of gossip circulating through the houses of a couple caught snogging on the sofas?
We’ll love to read anything you give us!
So give us a snippet of a current piece you're working on, don't be shy! Whether there's only one word related to the theme or it's a devoted sonnet, we want to hear about it.
Don’t have anything related to this weeks theme? No problem. A new drabble within the word limit is an excellent contribution as well! Only got 50 words? So what? Every word counts!
Entering and Rules
The snippet or drabble must be 400 words or under. It should be a new drabble OR from a current work. It should also, however loosely, be related to this weeks theme.
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Posting will close Wednesday 18th September at 00.00 GMT
Don't be afraid to cheer on your fellow writers!
Good Luck!
Note: For those of you rushing to complete your school assignments, this post is currently part of the ‘Back To Hogwarts’ fest.
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It's Wednesday!
Some of us are feeling tired and run-down. Some of us can't wait for the weekend to finally come. And some of us have already thrown our plot bunnies into the ether.
But never fear, Quick Quill Quotes is here!
Take up your Biros and Ballpoints! Brandish your sharpener and retrieve that dreaded red marker from its dusty corner! Flex those fingers!
The current week's theme is: Common Rooms
This can be anything related to Common Rooms Is there festive cheer in one of the houses for the new school year? Has one of the house portraits had a tantrum? Is there a tasty piece of gossip circulating through the houses of a couple caught snogging on the sofas?
We’ll love to read anything you give us!
So give us a snippet of a current piece you're working on, don't be shy! Whether there's only one word related to the theme or it's a devoted sonnet, we want to hear about it.
Don’t have anything related to this weeks theme? No problem. A new drabble within the word limit is an excellent contribution as well! Only got 50 words? So what? Every word counts!
Entering and Rules
The snippet or drabble must be 400 words or under. It should be a new drabble OR from a current work. It should also, however loosely, be related to this weeks theme.
To participate, simply leave your contribution as a comment below.
Posting will close Wednesday 18th September at 00.00 GMT
Don't be afraid to cheer on your fellow writers!
Good Luck!
Note: For those of you rushing to complete your school assignments, this post is currently part of the ‘Back To Hogwarts’ fest.
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He nodded his head. “Yes, in a bed. What part of making love in a forest is appealing to you?”
Susan pushed back on him. “Apparently all of it, Justin. If I want someone, I want them now. I don’t care if they want a bed. I would strip myself and lay back on the dried leaves and let him have his way with me. Passion is just that. Passion. You can’t control yourself.” Susan was breathing heaving, hoping that he was still there.
“Does this mean that you would not even consider shagging me into the floor in front of the common room fireplace?”
The look on Justin’s face said it all. “In the common room? Are you insane? Do you know how many people could walk in there?”
Susan was exasperated. “Honestly, it isn’t as if I have been caught before, Justin. I thought you had more adventure in you than this.” She knew that she had only done that once and it was her first time, but that didn’t stop her from throwing out the suggestion. It worked.
Justin’s face was crushed. “I guess you are right, Susan. I thought you were very pure and prim and proper. I had plans for a beautiful wedding night with you.”
cyn/slytherin 211 words
(and it should be finished before midnight)
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Entry is Rated R
It was an obsession. It was something else but obsession seemed like the right statement for it. Malfoy had a thing for the Common Rooms.
It didn't matter if they were Slytherin or Gryffindor but Malfoy needed to get Harry off in one of the Common Rooms.
He didn't want people watching him and Harry but he loved the idea of "risking it."
Almost getting caught.
Harry at times thought Malfoy loved that more than actually fucking. Harry knew that if they got caught, they'd be in trouble.
Even if he was the Saviour of the wizarding world, he always had been, and was still afraid of McGonagall.
"But, it'll be so much fun!" Malfoy would say, then he'd do that thing with his tongue on Harry's neck and Harry would almost always give in.
Fool that he was.
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You know you want to ^_^
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Oh, I'm sorry, my mind just went there.
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He followed his new companion, pleased he seemed content to keep the silence, and was surprised when they followed the flow of students down. He'd thought only Slytherin had rooms in the basement. He was resigning himself to a life of yellow when the group paused at the portrait of a woman, resplendent in robes of gold-embroidered blue. She spoke quietly, too soft to hear from the back of the group, when the prefect replied in a strong voice: "Fidelity."
The portrait swung open, and Draco got his first view of his new home.
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They're sitting in the common room, feet up on the table as they lounge on the couch. James is at Quidditch practice and Peter had gone with him, watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Remus wonders if Sirius has been avoiding him for the past week when he realizes that it's the first time they've been alone together. He feels his heart hurt at the thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Sirius asks him suddenly, putting the book that he had been reading for Defense Against the Dark Arts down and nudging Remus' ankle with his toe.
Remus hesitates for a moment, wondering whether it would be inappropriate to talk about what he wants to talk about. He has to get this out of the way though. He can't stand not knowing. He can't stand the constant doubt and the insecurity that came along with it. He looks around, making sure that nobody is within earshot, seeing just a few first years playing chess around the fire. "I was thinking about… well… us, to be honest."
"Aw, Moony, that's so romantic," Sirius says but Remus can hear the anxiety in his voice. He can hear that Sirius is just as uncomfortable as he is and it makes him feel better in an odd way. Sirius can only hold the silly expression for a moment before he sighs. "I know you've been thinking about it a lot. You're a worrier. I'd prefer not to think about it."
Remus laughs, wishing that he could be the type that just prefers not to think about it. "Well, yes. I am a worrier but this is something that anybody would worry about. You… You're carrying my baby. I just… this is important. Do James and Peter know?"
Sirius shrugs, not looking at Remus and Remus wishes that he could take this all away. He's 15 years, they both are, and neither one of them deserves something like this. "Yeah, they know. I told them. They knew before you did. They forced me to tell Professor Dumbledore."
"Why didn't you tell me before that?"
Before Sirius can even answer, Remus knows it. It doesn't stop the sting from Sirius' words. "You weren't talking to me. How was I supposed to tell you? I wasn't even sure I wanted you to know."
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cyn/slytherin
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“Draco. Draco! Oh for Merlin’s…Draco!”
Draco’s eyes snapped open and he found himself looking into eyes that were most certainly not green. He yelped in alarm, flailing violently and nearly toppling off the couch. Pansy backed away with a squeak on her face, hovering near the mantle with a look of alarm on her face.
“Are you okay?” she demanded. “You were kicking up quite the racket there.”
Draco blinked at her, struggling to function. He nodded slowly. “Fine,” he rasped. “Just…just a dream.” He flushed as he shifted subtly, hoping desperately that Pansy hadn’t noticed the…consequences of his little night time fantasy.
“Oh,” she replied, arching an eyebrow. “Well, you really shouldn’t fall asleep in the Slytherin Common Room, you know. Why aren’t you in your own bed anyway?”
“I came down here to read,” Draco explained. “Just thinking about the match today.” Of course, he declined to mention that he’d been browsing through one of Theo’s ‘magazines’ when he had fallen asleep. That would explain the ludicrous dream. Just a stupid dream… Draco wondered why he felt so disappointed.
Pansy shook her head in exasperation. “Boys and their Quidditch. Well, it’s almost dawn. You might as well get up. Get yourself some breakfast too. It won’t do to lose to Potter first match in the season.”
“No,” Draco muttered. “It wouldn’t.” Privately though, he wasn’t so sure… shaking his head, he got up and left the Common Room, leaving Pansy staring after him with a frown on her face.
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cyn/slytherin
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On the first night back, the Gryffindor common room is utterly silent, except for the sound of bed springs periodically creaking somewhere up in the Eighth Years dorm.
A mouse scuttles across the ground of the common room, in search of food, but pauses momentarily at a particularly loud creak, and the ensuing grunt and groan would make the Fat Lady blush if she heard it.
Upstairs, Ron is fitfully turning on his bed, shifting restlessly from one side to the other, his bed protesting at every thump. In his stomach, he can feel the extra helping of steak and kidney pie churning cheerfully with his pumpkin juice and treacle tart. Perhaps he should have thought twice before helping himself to the extras.
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I'll be looking out for this one ^_^
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I must read it! Tell me when you finish ;D
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Here's a snippet from a fic I'm working on (as you'll notice, I haven't done anything about SpaG yet. Sorry for that):
Harry's sock-clad toes sunk into the thick, red carpet, as he carefully crept across the common room, hidden under hos cloak. There were only a few students there; a couple snogging in one of the window niches, a few fifth yeras playing Exploding Snap in the sofas and Hermione in her favourite armchair with a book.
He waited for a few minutes next to the portrait hole, making sure that no one was watching, before pushing it open and slipping into the chilly corridor.
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Harry cringed. He had been shielding Draco from most of the Gryffindors, but of course he had been spotted. The pale blond hair was a dead giveaway. He turned around slowly to see Ron standing on a chair with a bottle of butterbeer raised in his arm staring in shock at him.
"What are you doing, Harry? Why is Malfoy here?"
Harry tried to smile, but he was sure it came off as more of a grimace. "Just going to have my own fun, with Malfoy." Harry turned, dragging Draco with him, and proceeded up the stairs before the other students could process this and stop him. When they reached the door to his dormitory Draco turned to him.
"Way to go Potter, you know they're going to be standing outside your door all night waiting to see what happens."
Suddenly, there was another yell from downstairs, "Hey, there's still some firewhiskey and butterbeer left!"
Harry grinned as after a moment more of silence everyone started partying again. "We both owe Hermione big time."
Draco snorted and smirked at him. "Yeah, right, Potter."
Meg/Slytherin
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“Finished so soon, Ron?” Hermione’s voice held a bit of disbelief as she crossed out a line. “We just received the assignment yesterday and I’m not even halfway through planning out what I want to write.”
Ron sat back in his chair and muttered to Harry, “What else is there to do when she withholds sex until we finish our homework?”
“Ron!”
Everyone within hearing range in the Gryffindor common room laughed as Hermione smacked him.
Susannah (Ravenclaw)
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Ron would grabbed his chess box, settled down right across the fireplace; Hermione would sit on the sofa beside him, so she can kick him if she want his attention. Harry sat next to Hermione, so they could have their obviously very manly hugs if Hermione thought he needed one.
"It is like a therapy. We need time to heal from war. A regular life with routing is best for us." Claimed Hermione. She also believed boys should learnt how to express their emotion and affection.
Ron would love to hug his girlfriend, too, consider that the amount of time Harry and Hermione hugging is probably five times more than it between he and her. Except their hugging always resulted in something inappropriate in common room, they agreed not to do it in public.
("You should learn to give Harry more hugs, too!" "Ugh, no, please no.")
At night, when Ron finally got his girlfriend for himself, Harry often sneaked out and did Merlin know what with Draco. Well, said the devil...
"Wash your neck yet? Weasel."
"You wish, Ferret!"
Draco's head appeared in fire. Not that Ron would ever admit that he call him in name, Harry had a bad influence on him lately. They were going to have a few match in wizard chess, until Draco couldn't stand the fact that he had lost all of them. Nearly Neckless Nick would cheer for him while Grey Lady and girls from other years cheering for Draco.(Traitors! Especially those first years girl!) Well, at least he always won.
Today, the game were intense. Even though Draco apparently in good condition and won two out of five, he was still unhappy.
"You dirty little Weasel! You cheated!"
So the shouting match began. Ron could almost feel Harry tensed in the seat, he didn't like it, while Hermione consider it was a ridiculous way to release boys' excessive amount of energy. They usually shouted like five years old until Hermione silencio both them and dragged Ron to bed. However, today, Ron have a better idea.
"That move was against rule! You stole my soldier didn't you! I require a re-match from here..."
"Harry, your boyfriend is upset and wants the big thing in your pants comfort him now!"
"RON!" "RONALD!"
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Draco sensed Harry as soon as he stepped over the threshold with Granger and Weasley, all of them smiling. Harry smiling was good, it meant that this was probably the best chance he was going to get, and so Draco left the confines of the winged arm chair and made his way over.
"Potter, do you have a minute?" Harry arched a brow over his glasses at the question but smiled slightly.
"Alright Malfoy. Could do, what for?"
Draco cast a glance around the half filled eighth-year common room and took a step closer to Harry and away from other prying ears. "Just to talk, a conversation between you and me. That is, if Granger and Weasley don't mind."
Weasley muttered something and Harry shot Weasley a look that silenced him. "Anything you have to say to me can be said right here, Draco. I trust Ron and Hermione, and no one else is paying us any attention."
Bolstered at the sound of his name on Harry lips, Draco spoke swiftly, nervously and pretended that Granger and Weasley weren't looking at him. "Of course, understandable. I gave what you said some thought, real thought, and you were right. I can work on those things, they won't change unless I make the change. I get it." Draco watched Harry smile more openly now and nod. "Harry, I am ready for that change. I'll do whatever you want to prove it."
There was a best of silence. "You know what you need to do, Draco." Harry spoke quietly and stepped in so only inches separated them, looking at Draco expectantly. "You always knew."
Grey slate met green grass, and they both nodded slowly, Harry urging and Draco acknowledging. Draco felt his confidence return in a rush.
"Yes. Will you be my date to our Graduates Ball?"
There were gasps, far more than Draco thought to hear from just Weasley and Granger. People were everywhere. No amount of sneaking around had prepared him for going public.
Then there was Harry in his arms, holding him close and planting kisses along his jaw. He smelt and felt like coming home.
"Yes. Of course yes. I've been waiting for weeks to hear you say that."
Amba/Ravenclaw
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From my current work :)