AWDT hp drabbles
2 Slashy HP Drabbles written for AWDT. Both including the prompt: “I don’t want to dance.”
I had intended for there to be five of these drabbles, all with the same prompt and telling an interlinking story over a span of time through a set of different characters. It was going to be really cool. But then I was really lazy, and then there was also alcohol too, so it didn’t get done. But there are these two which have been waiting since Monday, and yet are still completely unchecked, unbeted and not read through by me even. Oh yes, I take lazy to a whole new planet :D Have them anyway.
Title: Dancing Fools
Author: Abremaline
Length: 404 words. (drabblish)
Rating: R for blunt references.
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K.Rowling. Furthermore: Characters are over the age of 18 in this.
Summary: Snape gen. The thoughts in his mind at the celebration following the victory at Hogwarts.
Dancing Fools
“No. I don’t want to dance.” Imbecile. Why the hell would I want to dance? Of all the dumbarsed bloody things. Dancing?
They are fools in their delusions the lot of them. The war is not over: Far from it. Yet, here these fools are, in a bloody great big ballroom. dancing. He mentally spat the word at himself.
They were fucking idiots; all of them. He himself being the greatest fucking idiot of all, because now he was stuck with these morons when he could have had himself a safe footing on the other side.
They weren’t even dancing well. It was like watching a gaggle of 9th year Gryffindors high on Alihotsy leaves.
He was stuck with these people now.
The thought kept running almost exclusively through his mind. Dumbledore had left his orders for Severus when he had made him follow through with actually killing him. But, now he worried. It wouldn’t help him at all. What would happen to he himself out of all this? He lost no matter which side won.
Oh, but lets dance like a hippogriff with a leg retardation to celebrate it all!
From his corner Snape rolled his eyes at them all. He supposed it was time that he left, and went to see what he could do about young Mr Malfoy’s messed up place in all of this - The first item of Dumbledore’s orders.
On the other hand, if that was the alternative…He did have actually have some Alihotsy leaves in his pocket, and there was an arse over there that he wouldn’t mind pounding into.
He tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table for a while. Clean, mid-twenties, very pale skin visible through the open shirt, shoulder length chestnut hair. He looked a bit like he might have once belonged to Oscar Wilde. Or, on the other hand, there was Draco and his situation as the enemy of both sides.
Not really too much of a decision there.
“Actually.” The idiot turned his attention immediately back to Severus. “I’ll tell you what. You get me his arse to fuck for the night” He pointed at his prey, “and I will dance with you.”
The words ‘fucking stupid fool.’ Echoed in his head, and he wasn’t sure if he was mentally referring to the idiot, the arse, or himself. Himself he suspected, but chose to ignore in favour of eating the Alihotsy leaves.
Title: For Remembrance
Author: Abremaline
Length: 270 (drabblish)
Rating: R for blunt references.
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K.Rowling. Furthermore: Characters are over the age of 18 in this.
Summary: Harry’s lost his leg and doesn’t want it re-grown. Hermione, Ginny and Draco collectively try to change his mind. (H/D and some H/GW also while I’m initialling things, HG had a DM obsession but it didn’t make the cut.)
For Remembrance
“I don’t want to dance, Hermione.” Harry looked at her like she was a little bit crazy. “When have I ever really danced?”
“You can’t just live without a LEG, Harry! Its insane.”
“Muggles do.” He responded flatly.
“But we aren’t Muggles Harry.” Ginny’s quiet voice floated over from the chair beside his bed. “We don’t have to live without limbs.”
“She’s right Harry.” Hermione jumped on this new line of argument. “There’s no reason for what you are doing. I don’t understand why you would want to be without a leg, of all things.”
“It’s for remembrance, Hermione. People lost their lives! What’s a leg compared to that? Not much of a sacrifice really is it?”
“But, don’t you want to dance the waltz at our wedding Harry?” Ginny pleaded some more, only to receive a response that was lukewarm at best as Harry shifted around uncomfortably in his hospital bed.
“Potter.” Came a cool voice from the blonde in the doorway. “Without a leg you wont be able to lift me up against the wall when you fuck me anymore.” The tone was flat, but Draco Malfoy’s features looked decidedly amused.
“NURSE! I want the leg fixed.”
“Harry?” A twin chorus of confused female voices echoed quietly around the room.
If Harry had been paying more attention to anything other than the blonde in the doorway, and how much he’d like to fuck him against a wall. Then he might have realised that this wasn’t exactly how he had intended to tell his fiancée that he couldn’t go through with the wedding. However, he didn’t notice and just yelled for the nurse again.
I had intended for there to be five of these drabbles, all with the same prompt and telling an interlinking story over a span of time through a set of different characters. It was going to be really cool. But then I was really lazy, and then there was also alcohol too, so it didn’t get done. But there are these two which have been waiting since Monday, and yet are still completely unchecked, unbeted and not read through by me even. Oh yes, I take lazy to a whole new planet :D Have them anyway.
Title: Dancing Fools
Author: Abremaline
Length: 404 words. (drabblish)
Rating: R for blunt references.
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K.Rowling. Furthermore: Characters are over the age of 18 in this.
Summary: Snape gen. The thoughts in his mind at the celebration following the victory at Hogwarts.
Dancing Fools
“No. I don’t want to dance.” Imbecile. Why the hell would I want to dance? Of all the dumbarsed bloody things. Dancing?
They are fools in their delusions the lot of them. The war is not over: Far from it. Yet, here these fools are, in a bloody great big ballroom. dancing. He mentally spat the word at himself.
They were fucking idiots; all of them. He himself being the greatest fucking idiot of all, because now he was stuck with these morons when he could have had himself a safe footing on the other side.
They weren’t even dancing well. It was like watching a gaggle of 9th year Gryffindors high on Alihotsy leaves.
He was stuck with these people now.
The thought kept running almost exclusively through his mind. Dumbledore had left his orders for Severus when he had made him follow through with actually killing him. But, now he worried. It wouldn’t help him at all. What would happen to he himself out of all this? He lost no matter which side won.
Oh, but lets dance like a hippogriff with a leg retardation to celebrate it all!
From his corner Snape rolled his eyes at them all. He supposed it was time that he left, and went to see what he could do about young Mr Malfoy’s messed up place in all of this - The first item of Dumbledore’s orders.
On the other hand, if that was the alternative…He did have actually have some Alihotsy leaves in his pocket, and there was an arse over there that he wouldn’t mind pounding into.
He tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table for a while. Clean, mid-twenties, very pale skin visible through the open shirt, shoulder length chestnut hair. He looked a bit like he might have once belonged to Oscar Wilde. Or, on the other hand, there was Draco and his situation as the enemy of both sides.
Not really too much of a decision there.
“Actually.” The idiot turned his attention immediately back to Severus. “I’ll tell you what. You get me his arse to fuck for the night” He pointed at his prey, “and I will dance with you.”
The words ‘fucking stupid fool.’ Echoed in his head, and he wasn’t sure if he was mentally referring to the idiot, the arse, or himself. Himself he suspected, but chose to ignore in favour of eating the Alihotsy leaves.
Title: For Remembrance
Author: Abremaline
Length: 270 (drabblish)
Rating: R for blunt references.
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K.Rowling. Furthermore: Characters are over the age of 18 in this.
Summary: Harry’s lost his leg and doesn’t want it re-grown. Hermione, Ginny and Draco collectively try to change his mind. (H/D and some H/GW also while I’m initialling things, HG had a DM obsession but it didn’t make the cut.)
For Remembrance
“I don’t want to dance, Hermione.” Harry looked at her like she was a little bit crazy. “When have I ever really danced?”
“You can’t just live without a LEG, Harry! Its insane.”
“Muggles do.” He responded flatly.
“But we aren’t Muggles Harry.” Ginny’s quiet voice floated over from the chair beside his bed. “We don’t have to live without limbs.”
“She’s right Harry.” Hermione jumped on this new line of argument. “There’s no reason for what you are doing. I don’t understand why you would want to be without a leg, of all things.”
“It’s for remembrance, Hermione. People lost their lives! What’s a leg compared to that? Not much of a sacrifice really is it?”
“But, don’t you want to dance the waltz at our wedding Harry?” Ginny pleaded some more, only to receive a response that was lukewarm at best as Harry shifted around uncomfortably in his hospital bed.
“Potter.” Came a cool voice from the blonde in the doorway. “Without a leg you wont be able to lift me up against the wall when you fuck me anymore.” The tone was flat, but Draco Malfoy’s features looked decidedly amused.
“NURSE! I want the leg fixed.”
“Harry?” A twin chorus of confused female voices echoed quietly around the room.
If Harry had been paying more attention to anything other than the blonde in the doorway, and how much he’d like to fuck him against a wall. Then he might have realised that this wasn’t exactly how he had intended to tell his fiancée that he couldn’t go through with the wedding. However, he didn’t notice and just yelled for the nurse again.