Drabble Day Prompt 11

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This must be what going mad feels like.

Simon Tan, Firefly (Jaynestown)


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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[stolen-childe.livejournal.com]

This must be what going mad feels like. I sit staring at the clock watching second after minute after hour tick by, wondering when time will stop and you’ll be back and I’ll be okay again. This must be what going mad feels like because when I’m here alone I can’t breathe right or think or feel because all my thoughts are you, you, you. This must be what going mad feels like because even though I’m a perfectly capable grownup human being I can’t do anything on my own anymore without constantly being distracted by thoughts of your soft blond hair, bright grey eyes or cheeky grin. The words in the book I’m attempting to read or blurred, obscured by your face, your hands your laugh. This must be what going mad feels like because I’m madly in love with you.

“Harry? What the bloody hell are you doing sitting in the dark? You have got to be the most bizarre creature I have ever met,” you shake your head fondly at me, come over and press your lips against mine. “Speccy git.”

“Welcome home,” I kiss back, and then talking is done for a while.

[kinky-kneazle.livejournal.com]

Love this image of Harry. Great read!

[stolen-childe.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! Glad you enjoyed!

Going Mad (Harry/Draco)

[kitty_fic]

Title: Going Mad
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: fighting!kissing
Words: 243

It was certainly nothing new that Draco Malfoy drove Harry absolutely mad but his last comment about Sirius had been too much.

Harry launched himself at Malfoy, knocking him to the ground. Harry's arms swung out, trying to contact with flesh wherever he could.

Harry could hear the other students screaming all around them and he knew they were drawing a crowd but he didn't care. He wanted to hurt Draco. He wanted revenge for all the times that Draco had hurt him.

Draco pushed back at him and they rolled, ending with Draco on top. Harry's legs were trapped between Draco's thighs, but his arms were still free and Harry's hands flew at Draco, punching, hitting, scratching and causing any damage that he could manage.

Harry shoved at Draco and he shifted on top of Harry causing their groins to come together. That's when Harry realized that his own cock was hard. And he could feel Draco's answering hardness pressed back at him.

They both froze and Draco stared at Harry with an unreadable expression. Before Harry had a chance to react, Draco leaned down and kissed him hard. Their lips crushed together and he felt Draco's teeth pierce into his lip. He could taste blood, but Harry pressed back at Draco, seeking more. More taste, more feeling, more Draco.

The last thought Harry had before he lost himself was, "This must be what going mad feels like."

Re: Going Mad (Harry/Draco)

[kinky-kneazle.livejournal.com]

I like all that anger turning to passion. Very nice :)

[vanessawolfie.livejournal.com]

Title 'Miss me did you?'
Summary Ginny has been waiting for a long time. However, she isn't sure the alternative is better.
Warning Bondage, Femmslash.
Word count 153
Sequel to A bit Tied Up (http://hd-writers.livejournal.com/49986.html?thread=787522#t787522) that I wrote for prompt #5.

Lying, tied up, still waiting for Luna to get back from her lunch with Hermione, Ginny wondered if this was what going mad felt like.

She had spent the first 30 minutes trying to cool down and get her breathing under control, after Luna had teased her endlessly. She had gotten the screaming need that had been pulsing through her body to go away, albeit not completely.

Now, after what she assumed was an hour after Luna had left her, she found that having nothing to do, not even being able tomove around, got boring really quick.

Suddenly, she heard the door open.

“Miss me, did you?”

Her body responded to the airy voice like a touch. She shuddered, and felt her blood go hot again. The smirk that adorned Luna’s face promised more teasing, and Ginny took a deep breath. This is definitely what going mad feels like.

[kinky-kneazle.livejournal.com]

This is really hot. It's a great idea :D

[vanessawolfie.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I have a thing for Luna in kinky stuff.

[kinky-kneazle.livejournal.com]

These two were going to kill him, and it was going to be glorious. Oh, yes. I want what comes next!!!

Teddy/Draco

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Draco told himself that the young man he'd just hired as his assistant was family. A cousin for Merlin's sake. It didn't seem to help his peace of mind.

When his mother came to him and asked a favour his yes had been automatic. That it was a job for his aunt's grandson, little Teddy Lupin, only made him happier he could help. Malfoys looked after their family; it was taught at his father's knee. That it was a black cousin meant little to Draco's honour.

Now he wished to take it all back, or at least take back the part where he'd said the boy could wear whatever, since they didn't work in the public eye.

He spent every morning in his lab preparing ingredients and making guesses at what Teddy would look like when he finally ambled in. Hair, nose, eyes, height – these were all subject to change. What never changed was the crooked half-smile he gave as he walked in, or the shapely arse that he seemed to flaunt whenever Draco looked in his direction.

To make it worse, Lupin chose the sorts of horrible clothes that Draco's son wore. On Scorpius the torn jeans and tight t-shirts left his eye twitching in rage. On Teddy the same clothes left his cock swelling in lust.

Draco heard footsteps on the stairs and studiously kept his eyes on the mandrake he was carefully slicing.

"Good morning, Draco," the warm voice drifted across the room.

Draco looked up automatically and almost cut his damned finger off. Teddy was stretching to take down the apron, and today's jeans had a tear that allowed a glimpse of that crease between arse and thigh. He turned and Draco saw blue eyes and bronze hair and realised the brat was dressing for his house.

Teddy took his place at the second bench, his back to Draco, and reached across it for his mortar and pestle. Draco pressed his hard cock against the cupboards and bit back a groan.

This must be what going mad felt like.