Quick Quill Quotes Week #15

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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: Yuletide

This can be anything related to Yuletide! What is Hogwarts getting up to this Christmas? Are there special events planned? Or are you guys cooking up a million fluffy fics for the holiday season?

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 25th December at 00.00 GMT

Don't be afraid to cheer on your fellow writers!

Good Luck!

Note: Even after posting closes feel free to let a well-deserving author know how much you loved their snippet! Comments on entries do not close!

And remember to warn for porn!

Comments

[slashedsilver.livejournal.com]

Yuletide! I can do that :D A snippet of my advent fic for slythindor100 -- never thought I'd write as consistently as I've done this month!

The day after their conversation at the Leaky feels surreal. Draco wakes up in his bed, too cold as usual, because the Warming charms in his apartment have worn off at some point in the night. He dresses, teeth chattering, pulling on his shoddy overcoat and gloves and blowing into his hands to warm them up. He picks at some of the loose threads on his coat; he'll need to look into replacing it soon. Draco wonders if he has enough Galleons to cover the purchase. Winter's started early this year, and he'll still need to last through a chilly spring.

Exiting his apartment, he almost swallows his tongue in shock when he bumps into a solid shape.

Harry pushes his glasses up his nose, and smiles apologetically. "Good morning, Draco."

"Morning," he stammers, because Harry is at his door, and how did Harry even know where he lived, anyway?

Harry fumbles with something he's carrying, and that's when he realises that Harry, dressed in his bright red Auror robes, is weighed down with an assortment of paper bags.

"Did you go shopping before you came by?" Draco says stupidly, forgetting that it's probably around seven in the morning, and most shops don't open until nine.

"Well -- something like that," Harry mumbles, and if his hands were free, Draco thinks he'd probably be scratching his head sheepishly now. "Here! This is for you."

Harry thrusts something long and green and woollen at him, and Draco takes it instinctively. It warms his cold fingers immediately.

"It's a scarf," Harry says awkwardly, when Draco doesn't move.

"It's warm." Draco does not sigh the word.

Harry beams. "It's for you," he repeats. Then he shuffles his feet. "Are you going to St Mungo's? I thought I could Side-Along you, so that you don't need to walk there."

"I was going to take the Knight Bus." Harry's face falls, but Draco continues, "But I wouldn't mind arriving at work without bruises on my knees for once."

Harry's smile is sudden and blinding.

[slowroad.livejournal.com]

This is an exceprt from the advent fic that I'm writing for the Christmas challenge at dracoharry100. (http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/)


It was the evening of the next day...December 21st, the solstice. But more importantly, it was Yule night and Draco sat in the lab at the back of his house, working furiously. It was the only way he could ignore the growing ache in his heart. Yule had always been a very important day for his family. It had been a day of joy and celebration, a day that he used to look forward to as a child. But all that was long gone, as were his parents. Draco hadn't celebrated Yule for over twelve years.

One or the other of his friends always invited him to celebrate with them, but no matter how close to his friends he was, he always felt like an outsider. Yule, like Christmas, is an occasion to celebrate with family and Draco had none. No one that he could think of as truly his. This was what made December such a painful time for him. And as if all this wasn't enough, he now had the additional pain of his confession to Harry to deal with.

He'd been in his lab for hours now, working, testing his spells and writing up the results. Draco was a magical theorist, the best in the field, in fact...a reputation that he had worked very hard to acquire. He loved his work; it made him happy. There had been a time when his work and his friends had been enough. But that was no longer true. Draco was getting older and feeling the need for love, companionship and a family that was truly his own. And somehow all that was tied up with Harry.

He sighed impatiently as thoughts of Harry continued to invade his mind. Why am I so fixated on him? He's not interested. I should just move on...but I can't...no one else feels right, he thought and then he cursed himself for being so pathetic. He sat back in his chair and groaned. His back hurt, his legs hurt, his neck was stiff, his head was throbbing. He was exhausted. He knew that he needed to eat something, take a hot bath and get himself to bed. But he couldn't muster the energy to move. So he lay there with his head propped on his arm and his eyes began to close as sleep stole over his weary body.

Here's the link (http://slowroad.livejournal.com/34852.html) if you want to read more.

[ashindk.livejournal.com]

I started writing this for a pinch hit, but then I had another idea and this was never finished. I hope I'll have time to finish it during the holidays. WARNING: explicit content.

It was the day before Christmas, and Draco was having a bad day. I wasn’t the epically bad kind, like when his Father had been sent to prison, or when the Dark Lord had moved into the Manor, or when he had been forced to take the Dark Mark. But it was a bad day nonetheless. It was Potter’s fault, of course. Draco hadn’t yet figured out exactly how Potter was responsible for the bad start to his Christmas. But there was no doubt in his mind, that Potter was to blame.
It had all started with the dream. The very, very nice dream, that Draco had been having with increasing frequency. The one where someone -- a dark haired someone with broad, tanned shoulders -- was kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock. Unfortunately, the dream ended just as the dark haired stranger was about to look up at him, after swallowing every last drop of Draco’s come. And also unfortunately, Draco had noticed that when he woke up from that particular dream Potter seemed to be extra annoying the next day. Not because Potter did anything out of the ordinary. There was just something about the day after a dream that seemed to make Draco more aware of Potter, and therefore of his infuriating and idiotic behaviour. Such as smiling. Something that Potter did with an alarming frequency these days. Sometimes he even smiled at Draco. Which was so disconcerting that it made his heart beat a little faster and left him with an odd squirmy feeling in his stomach.