harry potter uncanon drabble-a-thon v.2
harry potter uncanon drabble-a-thon v.2
RULES:
1. All characters must be at least of consensual age (sixteen!) in order to be written sexually.
2. All genres are welcome! Slash, Het, Femmeslash, Angst, Romance, Humor, ANYTHING. Just make sure it fits the prompt! :)
3. No "seconding" prompts! It doesn't help get anything written, so just write it ( Read more... )
RULES:
1. All characters must be at least of consensual age (sixteen!) in order to be written sexually.
2. All genres are welcome! Slash, Het, Femmeslash, Angst, Romance, Humor, ANYTHING. Just make sure it fits the prompt! :)
3. No "seconding" prompts! It doesn't help get anything written, so just write it ( Read more... )
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Dazed by the nightmarish quality of what’s happening, Harry isn’t able to understand what Ron’s saying as he runs out of the tent. Everything happens in a matter of seconds. One moment Ron and him are fighting, but the words aren’t registering, and suddenly everything comes crashing down onto his head as Ron leaves.
“Ron! Ron, wait!” Harry screams the words, and they come flying out of his throat raw and desperate as he follows his friend out into the heavy rain.
Everything is dark and hazy, all fog and raindrops that coat down his skin and slide down his glasses, and he can barley make out the form of Ron as he runs away. Still, he pushes himself forwards with everything he has, forcing him legs to carry him faster than they’ve ever carried him before. It doesn’t matter though, because Ron Disapparates before Harry can reach him.
He finds it bitterly ironic that he can catch Snitches as fast as lightning, but he cannot catch his best friend.
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With a quick wave of his wand, music started ringing in the apartment. "Come on, Granger. Dance for me."
Hermione laughed even though it was clear his request wasn't amusing to her at all. "You have to be kidding me."
"Do I look like I'm joking?" He lifted his eyebrows looking at her seriously. "You strip dance for me now and I'll strip dance for you later."
"Why not the other way around?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"'Cause you're already standing and I'm ordering you t--" Red sparks came from the tip of Hermione's wand, matching the anger in her face. "Asking! I'm asking you, love, to dance for me. Please?" Draco corrected nervously.
Hermione sighed in surrender. "But you promise to dance for me later, right?"
"Of course," he said with a half smile. "Slytherin promise." Draco lifted his left hand imitating the shape of a snake with his fingers.
"Now, you've got to be joking."
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