Drabble Day Prompt 7
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hd_writersTo get prompt 7 I went for an old meme...* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
He wondered how long they had been flying, it felt like an hour at least.
Use my sentence, or grab your own nearest book! If you use your own, just write the sentence at the start so we know what you're basing the drabble on!
Rules are here, though an additional one - you don't need to stick to the drabble of the hour. Remember, there are no rules! If you want to fill prompt one minutes after I post prompt 24, then that's great!
And Chatzy is here and here for srs!chatzy.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
Use my sentence, or grab your own nearest book! If you use your own, just write the sentence at the start so we know what you're basing the drabble on!
Rules are here, though an additional one - you don't need to stick to the drabble of the hour. Remember, there are no rules! If you want to fill prompt one minutes after I post prompt 24, then that's great!
And Chatzy is here and here for srs!chatzy.
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Date: 2011-09-17 06:31 am (UTC)Harry raised a hand to feel his ear and grimaced. Sometimes he wondered why he even did this job. There were times like this, times when witches and wizards went crazy, that Harry just wanted to up and leave it all behind him. Hermione had said more than once before that the division he was in was far too dangerous.
There had been a job vacant within the International Auror League and Finch-Fletchley had been desperate for someone to fill the job. Of course, no one had put their hands up and as it had been his first week as Head Auror, it wouldn't have looked very good if he went back to the bosses with no one. So Harry had felt bad and raised a hand for the job, or more specifically, for his friend.
"Harry! What the bloody hell happened this time?"
Harry sighed, stopping short when he heard the familiar voice. He had wondered if he would get to see a Healer at St Mungos before he saw his boyfriend. Being that Draco was a healer there though, he had a feeling that even if someone else did treat him, they would still run back to tell the other man what happened.
Draco stormed towards him, his pale face etched with concern. He raised a hand, but Harry grabbed it before it could touch his ear.
"It's not so bad," he chuckled a little, "it could be worse."
"When did this happen?" Draco growled.
"Three weeks ago," Harry answered, knowing he had no choice. Draco would not stop until he told him the truth, "a German witch shot it off. It's healing better than the time that damn demon chewed off my other one." It was an attempt to make Draco feel better, but it didn't work. The blond only looked angrier.
"You are quitting that job tomorrow."
"But–"
"No arguments. Now, get in that bloody bed over there. To the right. I'll heal you, but I'm telling you now, Harry, it won't happen anymore, are we clear? That was your last assignment."
"Yes, Draco."
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Date: 2011-09-17 06:55 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-17 07:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-17 01:08 pm (UTC)Let you in (H/D)
Date: 2011-09-17 01:18 pm (UTC)I had expected more of you. A warrior or a great magicion. But you really are nothing.
Let you in
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?"
He looked up startled. He hadn't even felt the wards letting in a guest. Not that he had much control left over them, not when he wasn't legally a proprietor anymore.
"What do you want Potter?" he spat out.
"I'm concerned. I heard you'd locked yourself into Malfoy Manor the moment the Ministry took control of your family’s property. I was send to make sure you hadn't starved yourself to death."
Potter's voice was soft and low and Draco unwillingly studied the man's features more closely to make sure it really was him.
It really was Potter; messy hair and ridiculously green eyes in place. He looked away.
"The Ministry is eager to register my demise," he said calmly, shaking his shoulders in nonchalance.
He felt rather than heard Potter approaching.
“What are you doing here?” Potter repeated his initial question.
Draco rolled his eyes at the Gryffindor persistence. “Staying out of trouble,” he muttered, “and keeping the only thing I have left. The moment I step out of this house, the wards will close off behind me and I’ll never get back in.”
Potter slid down next to him on the floor, too close. He glanced sideways, but the man wasn’t looking at him, he was looking into the fire, just as he’d been doing.
It was the only fire he could get going. In the ones in the upstairs rooms the wood refused to catch fire.
“You can’t stay here forever.” Harry reasoned.
Draco just snorted. He would. A Malfoy would not end up on the street. Even in the days he’d been fugitive with Snape, the potions master had always kept a roof above their heads.
A distinct cough above him disrupted Draco from his thoughts. He sighed and reluctantly lifted his head to face Cepheus, who’d apparently woken up sometime during his conversation with Potter.
“You did not alert me of our guest, Draconis.” Cepheus reprimanded.
“Uncle Cepheus, meet Harry Potter. Potter, meet my uncle Cepheus.” Draco droned.
“Nice to meet you.” Potter said.
Not really, Draco thought. And Cepheus did not disappoint.
“Hmmm,” the man started, “last time you set foot in this house you were in the dungeons, where you belonged.”
Draco heard Potter sputter and it should have been funny, but it wasn’t. “Ignore the cranky old man, Potter.”
“Cranky old man?” Cepheus seethed, “You have no right insulting me! You are a disgrace to the Malfoy name.”
It had become easy to shut out Cepheus’s rambling but it stung now, with Potter witnessing the abuse.
“I had expected more from you, Draconis, we all did,” Cepheus continued, “But you never were a true warrior to our cause and not much of a talented wizard either.”
Draco remained quiet, feeling Potter’s eyes on him but staring stoically ahead.
“You really are nothing.”
Suddenly Potter grabbed his arm and pulled him upright, forcing Draco to face his nemesis.
“How can you stay here?” Potter demanded, “This house is spitting you out!”
No, Draco thought; the world is spitting me out, but you couldn’t understand.
“Leave. Leave with me.” Harry sounded strangely hoarse and Draco looked, really looked into his eyes.
Harry’s lips were on his and he didn’t feel the tug of apparition. He felt the wards closing off behind him but it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.
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Date: 2011-09-17 04:22 pm (UTC)Re: Let you in (H/D)
Date: 2011-09-17 03:47 pm (UTC)Re: Let you in (H/D)
Date: 2011-09-17 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-17 07:05 pm (UTC)It’s a bad habit he picked up in Muggle world, he knows; Draco will disapprove if he see him smoking.
That is, if he turns up today. After all he’s already two hours late. Harry’s got nothing to do but wait; he’s got the memory of his skin against his, the fingers trailing up his chest, and the scorching kisses.
This thing – whatever this is between them – it’s still a secret they keep and treasure. He only hopes it will someday see the daylight; he desperately wants it to be serious.
If only –
Harry throws the cigarette away and switches off the gas; he doesn’t want the tea or the cigarette. He misses Draco.
The doorbell rings right then and in his haste he hits his hip against the side of the table. He barely notices and rushes to open the outdoor.
On the other side it’s Draco – in a long black coat, hair in disarray and one hand holding a bouquet of flowers.
“What’s that?”
“This lovely girl at the flower shop said that my chance of getting a date from you would be much higher if I gave you these flowers.”
Harry is surprised to say the least; they have yet to have a proper date since they dived right in the sexual part of the relationship.
“A date? I’d love to,” Harry says as he takes the flowers and invites Draco in. “But are we talking about right now?”
“Oh no. Maybe, tomorrow o day after that. We can agree on time and place when we had had our wicked ways with each other.”
“I love the way you think, Draco.” Harry says as Draco draws him in for a long kiss.
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Date: 2011-09-18 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-19 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-17 11:10 pm (UTC)Summary Hermione loves Wuthering Heights. She also loves Ron. But this is 6th year.
Pairing pre- Hermione/Ron
Word count 190
Wuthering Heights: ‘I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says.’
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Hermione loved muggle literature. She loved it almost as much as she loved... No, Hermione, you are not going to go down that road. He’s with that skank now, Lavender.
As she quickly shook her head, to clear it of Ron, she picked up one of her favorite books, Wuthering Heights. Right there, on page 56, fifth sentence or so, was the line that expressed her feelings, however contradictory people might think it was.
‘I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says.’
She loved him, although she didn’t want to admit it to herself. She also loved every word he said, although, he could often annoy her with them. However, most of the time his words annoyed her, it was because they were true.
Now stop thinking about how much you love him. He doesn’t care about you, he’s down in the common room, sucking her face off.
Like every single night these days, Hermione slid under her covers, placed the book under her pillow, and fell asleep crying.