Voting Post: Best Romantic Drabble
Best Romantic Drabble (100 words exactly)
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CODE (1a):
1a - Best Romantic Drabble:
1. (TOP CHOICE)
2.
3.
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Nominees:
-1-
A Sunset, by atalanta84
The sunset is magnificent, but despite the view, he can’t stop looking at the curly-haired woman rocking in the chair next to his. Her curls are streaked with grey, and there are crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes; but when she smiles back at him, they are the same brown eyes he fell in love with fifty years and thousands of sunsets ago.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” Draco murmurs, as he reaches over to take her hand in his.
Hermione laughs blithely, squeezes his hand, and says, “You know luck has nothing to do with it.”
-2-
An Overture Made, by bunney
Draco stopped Hermione with a touch to her elbow; she smiled at him.
"Thank you, Granger...that was...well, it was kind of you," he said uncertainly. He hated being beholden to her, but her brilliant smile eased his fears.
"He was quite out of line, Malfoy. I'll not shop there again!" she said fiercely. When she nodded her head, to emphasize her words, her earring fell from her ear, sparkling brightly in the sunlight. Draco caught it in a swift Seeker's grip, his fingertips brushing the soft skin of her neck.
Their eyes met and he caught his breath as well.
-3-
Awash in Memories, by foggybythebay
Their fingers touch as she passes. Brown eyes twinkle a warm hello. His silver eyes track her moving through the school halls. She turns before leaving his sight. Hermione catches him watching.
I love you, she mouths.
His lips twitch wanting to express the same.
Their secret.
She smiles, amused at his struggle, then is gone. Only then do his lips move.
I love you, too.
Draco lifts from the penseive.
“Father?”
“Scorpius.”
He gathers his little son, with the keen silver eyes, onto his lap. Chubby arms hug him tightly.
“Sad, Daddy?”
“No, son, not when I’m with you.”
-4-
Expecting, by scarysnapey
Hermione stumbles out of the room as another wave of nausea hits, leaving Draco groggy and confused where he was sleeping on the bed.
“Draco,” she gasps. “You have to- I need them. I’m going to die.”
Through sleep-clouded ears he attempts to register the potion or ingredient she’s referring to, and then it hits him like a freight-train. He returns with the bag under his arm and thrusts it into her hands.
“Bloody pregnancy,” he murmurs, collapsing on the bed as Hermione devours the Peppermint Imps furiously, a look of absolute rapture on her face.
“I love you, Draco.”
-5-
His Touch, My Weakness, by luvscharlie
Mostly it's the weight of your body pressing against me in the night, the warmth of your skin against mine that shoots through me and reminds me why I'm here.
During daylight hours, I would, more often than not, like to ram my wand up your nose in frustration at your snarky attitude and words that cut into me like a knife against my heart.
But during the night, your hands, your mouth, move over me setting my skin on fire with desire, and then you own me as no one ever has. And I am reminded why I stay.
-6-
On the touring of Herfordshire, by floorcoaster
“Can you imagine? The idea of leaving your home open to strangers.”
“It’s what they did, Draco.”
“Take this room, Hermione. We just walked right in-it’s the bloody bedroom.”
“The large bed is quite telling.”
He smirked. “The owners are on holiday in Spain.”
She peeked at him sideways. “You’ve got that tone, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Whatever do you mean, Mrs. Malfoy?”
“The tone where you think you’re invincible and can do positively anything you want, regardless of whether you should.”
He picked her up with a mischievous grin and carried her to the bed. “You know me too well.”
-7-
Silk, by liafic
She does not hear him come up the stairs, and bites back her breath - her teeth insistent and sharp against her lips - when his fingers are suddenly tracing across her skin in the dark. The space where the collar of her robes meets the chestnut curls of her braid. Slowly, he undoes the white ribbon there, runs the band of silk through his fingers like flowing water. The cold and the moonlight against the bare space where he kisses her neck.
And then he is no longer there, her hair cascading and loose where the white ribbon used to be.
-8-
Stay, by blackestfaery
Hermione feels the bedclothes shift and knows without looking that he is getting dressed. Knows that he likes to pull his trousers on first and leave the belt unbuckled as he rummages around the room for his shirt. She traces the warm imprint of him beside her and knows, quietly admits, It's not enough. She reaches for his hand.
Please-
"Stay," she stammers out, and if she stuffs his shirt further under her side of the bed, he doesn't say a thing.
Her heartbeat is frantic now but Draco’s weight on the bed is all she needs for an answer.
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Complete rules and procedures can be found on the main voting page. To summarize:
1. To submit your votes for this category, copy and paste the code below into a comment to this post (will be screened), or send it in an email to dramioneawards[at]gmail[dot]com. No anonymous comments allowed!
2. You must vote for your top THREE favorite fics, and rank them with your top favorite fic in the #1 position.
3. When casting your vote, please use the number assigned to the fic, rather than writing out the whole title.
CODE (1a):
1a - Best Romantic Drabble:
1. (TOP CHOICE)
2.
3.
Return to Main Page
Nominees:
-1-
A Sunset, by atalanta84
The sunset is magnificent, but despite the view, he can’t stop looking at the curly-haired woman rocking in the chair next to his. Her curls are streaked with grey, and there are crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes; but when she smiles back at him, they are the same brown eyes he fell in love with fifty years and thousands of sunsets ago.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” Draco murmurs, as he reaches over to take her hand in his.
Hermione laughs blithely, squeezes his hand, and says, “You know luck has nothing to do with it.”
-2-
An Overture Made, by bunney
Draco stopped Hermione with a touch to her elbow; she smiled at him.
"Thank you, Granger...that was...well, it was kind of you," he said uncertainly. He hated being beholden to her, but her brilliant smile eased his fears.
"He was quite out of line, Malfoy. I'll not shop there again!" she said fiercely. When she nodded her head, to emphasize her words, her earring fell from her ear, sparkling brightly in the sunlight. Draco caught it in a swift Seeker's grip, his fingertips brushing the soft skin of her neck.
Their eyes met and he caught his breath as well.
-3-
Awash in Memories, by foggybythebay
Their fingers touch as she passes. Brown eyes twinkle a warm hello. His silver eyes track her moving through the school halls. She turns before leaving his sight. Hermione catches him watching.
I love you, she mouths.
His lips twitch wanting to express the same.
Their secret.
She smiles, amused at his struggle, then is gone. Only then do his lips move.
I love you, too.
Draco lifts from the penseive.
“Father?”
“Scorpius.”
He gathers his little son, with the keen silver eyes, onto his lap. Chubby arms hug him tightly.
“Sad, Daddy?”
“No, son, not when I’m with you.”
-4-
Expecting, by scarysnapey
Hermione stumbles out of the room as another wave of nausea hits, leaving Draco groggy and confused where he was sleeping on the bed.
“Draco,” she gasps. “You have to- I need them. I’m going to die.”
Through sleep-clouded ears he attempts to register the potion or ingredient she’s referring to, and then it hits him like a freight-train. He returns with the bag under his arm and thrusts it into her hands.
“Bloody pregnancy,” he murmurs, collapsing on the bed as Hermione devours the Peppermint Imps furiously, a look of absolute rapture on her face.
“I love you, Draco.”
-5-
His Touch, My Weakness, by luvscharlie
Mostly it's the weight of your body pressing against me in the night, the warmth of your skin against mine that shoots through me and reminds me why I'm here.
During daylight hours, I would, more often than not, like to ram my wand up your nose in frustration at your snarky attitude and words that cut into me like a knife against my heart.
But during the night, your hands, your mouth, move over me setting my skin on fire with desire, and then you own me as no one ever has. And I am reminded why I stay.
-6-
On the touring of Herfordshire, by floorcoaster
“Can you imagine? The idea of leaving your home open to strangers.”
“It’s what they did, Draco.”
“Take this room, Hermione. We just walked right in-it’s the bloody bedroom.”
“The large bed is quite telling.”
He smirked. “The owners are on holiday in Spain.”
She peeked at him sideways. “You’ve got that tone, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Whatever do you mean, Mrs. Malfoy?”
“The tone where you think you’re invincible and can do positively anything you want, regardless of whether you should.”
He picked her up with a mischievous grin and carried her to the bed. “You know me too well.”
-7-
Silk, by liafic
She does not hear him come up the stairs, and bites back her breath - her teeth insistent and sharp against her lips - when his fingers are suddenly tracing across her skin in the dark. The space where the collar of her robes meets the chestnut curls of her braid. Slowly, he undoes the white ribbon there, runs the band of silk through his fingers like flowing water. The cold and the moonlight against the bare space where he kisses her neck.
And then he is no longer there, her hair cascading and loose where the white ribbon used to be.
-8-
Stay, by blackestfaery
Hermione feels the bedclothes shift and knows without looking that he is getting dressed. Knows that he likes to pull his trousers on first and leave the belt unbuckled as he rummages around the room for his shirt. She traces the warm imprint of him beside her and knows, quietly admits, It's not enough. She reaches for his hand.
Please-
"Stay," she stammers out, and if she stuffs his shirt further under her side of the bed, he doesn't say a thing.
Her heartbeat is frantic now but Draco’s weight on the bed is all she needs for an answer.
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