Round 3, Challenge 1 Voting
We already lost three writers..... I guess this is going to be a mini-round.
1. Be open minded. Even if you dislike a ship, it doesn't mean the actual story is bad.
2. Don't vote for yourself, it just isn't right. :D
Drabble 1:
Title: Think of Me
Rating: PG
Warnings: pregnancy, cheating, mentions of slash
Word Count: 104
Go on, get married. Tell everyone how it's your child she's carrying, and listen hard when she says she loves you. Tell her you love her back. Pat her stomach, and talk to the baby. And when it's finally born, when you look down on that beautiful gorgeous creation you think is yours... I hope it looks back up at you from beneath those curly brown locks, blinking at her "Daddy" with those silver eyes you used to love.
I want you to think of me then, Harry, think of me and remember:
No one cheats on a Malfoy and gets away with it.
Drabble 2:
Title: Lose Your Way Till You Fall Apart
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied slash.
Word Count: 313
The gaze staring back at him was piercing and so full of deep emotions that Harry shivered under its force.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, not sure what to look at - those grey eyes nailing at his soul, or those red lips curling in a smirk that didn't even try to hide the truth behind a sardonic reply.
"No, you're not. You knew exactly what you would do. It was a matter of time before you told me and here I am; the last to know."
"Please, Draco, try to understand..."
"There's nothing to understand." Gray eyes contained coldness, and Harry knew he had been wrong to make that decision. "You'll marry her for some noble and stupid Gryffindorish reason, and I'll be the one left behind. I guess I should have been used to it by now."
Harry suppressed a whimper. He hadn't planned their relationship to end like that, but he had to defeat Voldemort and he just couldn't stand the idea of the Dark Lord finding out about Draco and trying to hurt him.
"But you have to understand!" Harry nearly yelled, desperation and pain swirling in his voice. "I can't put you in any danger, not anymore!"
"And does she know this? That you're marrying her out of fear that I'll get hurt? Harry, she may believe you, but I never will. Never again."
"Please, Draco..."
But the eyes that had been his only light in dark times just turned away from his green, lost gaze, as Draco Malfoy stepped out of his life with a swift movement and a colourful rustle of robes.
"Never again will I love you?" Harry asked the thin air, expecting no reply.
"Never!" Draco shouted back.
And the end of his life came tumbling down upon him, and somewhere in his mind a tiny voice was chanting.
Don't say you simply lost your way.
Drabble 3:
Title: Walk On
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers For SS and PoA
Word Count: 464
I was the last to know
Merlin he hated November. Remus thought blackly as he stopped walking to huddle under a shallow awning and waited for the rain that dripped icy down his neck to lessen. But at least, he smiled grimly, this kind of weather made everyone a little surly. He was beyond tired of people telling him to “cheer up lad! Don’t you know that You-Know-Who is gone at last?”
He rubbed his hands over his face and tried to wipe away some of the excess moister. 2 days, 8 hours, 37 minutes since the world had been liberated form darkness. 2 days, 8 hours, 37 minutes since he had lost two of the best friends he’d ever have. 1 day, 13 hours, 18 minutes since he’d lost the other two and learned that everything he’d put his faith in had been a lie.
You knew exactly what you would do
Scrubbing at his eyes he tried to shake the thoughts out of his head that had kept him awake for the last 37 hours. Try as he might he couldn’t banish the scene. Peter. Stupid, simple, feeble Peter standing in the middle of a muggle crowd pleading for his life while Sirius…Sirius….Remus pressed his shoulders back into the brick wall behind him willing himself to melt into it. He could see it so plainly. Sirius, his eyes bright, his face flushed, high on the knowledge of his own self worth and power. It really wasn’t that much of a stretch.
don’t say you simply lost your way
At first he had refused to believe it. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. If it was true it meant he’d been wrong about everything. If it was true it meant he was alone again and Remus wasn’t sure he could survive that now that he had stepped foot on the other side. If it was true…it couldn’t be true. But then he started thinking…and thinking…and thinking. He couldn’t stop, memories flooded one after another in a terrible dance. And as the hours crept by he began to realize that it had been there all along in Sirius’ rashness, his disregard for rules, the way he relished tormenting those younger and weaker than himself. Suddenly it all fell into place. And Remus had spent the next half hour being sick. But no longer, now he was standing. Now all that was left to do was wait for the rain to let up so he could make it from point A to point B. And at least he’d never have to watch the world turn to ash around him again. He squinted up into the sky, took a breath, and stepped back into the rain. Time to walk on.
They may believe you.
But I never will
Drabble 4:
Title: A Tad Too Far
Rating: PG
Warnings: Very mild swearing
Word Count: 490
The sun was up, the sky was blue, and it was a peaceful Sunday afternoon at the Burrow. But if there is one thing a Weasely child learns young, it is that the Burrow never stays peaceful for long.
The rebuilding of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was going well and so Fred and George were taking a well earned break in their old home. In the last half hour Fred had managed to get three holes blown in his robes by a few well-executed moves of George's, and was out for revenge. Shuffling the deck of Exploding Snap cards with a determined air, he faltered as he saw his brother quickly stand up with his wand drawn. Wondering what had frightened George so badly, he turned to look at the Grandfather Clock only to find that both their hands had turned to Mortal Peril. With the reflexes born out of surviving through four years of war, he jumped up to join his twin just as the door blew open to reveal a very red-eared Ron.
"What did you do?!" Fred would have been inclined to laugh, but the clock's hands hadn't yet moved. "I should have known better to trust the two of you!" he shouted, as the redness in his ears slowly threatened take over his face. "I had a nice ring all picked out but no, you had to 'help out'. We can get you a bigger one, you said, cheaper too because you have business contacts. Contacts my arse!"
George spoke up. "You seemed to like it when we gave it to you."
"Well yes," Ron managed to say with a surprising amount of sarcasm, "that was before I knew it would TURN HER FINGER GREEN!"
Fred thought he might have had a rib or two broken from trying to suppress his laughter. "C'mon Ron, don't go all Percy on us, it was just a joke." He winced slightly as his little brother's wand swung around to point squarely between his eyes.
"You never get it do you? Some things aren't meant to be laughed at. A joke?! It was an bloody engagement ring for Merlin's sake!"
George lowered his eyes. "You're right, Ron. We're sorry." Fred raised an eyebrow at his twin but George shook his head slightly. "Look, it is a perfectly nice ring, give it back to us and we'll fix it and you can give the thing back to Hermione perfectly normally." Fred's eyebrows were threatening to climb all the way up into his hair, until he realised that their hands on the Clock were slowly inching back towards Home.
"Yeah Ron, we're really sorry. We won't do anything like it again."
Their little brother gave them one last disgusted look, but he lowered his wand as he slammed the door behind him.
To the twin's credit, they managed to look repentant for a good three seconds before they burst into peals of laughter.
Drabble 5:
Title: Burnt Words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 289
The shock on his face is heartbreaking. I don’t understand how this can be a surprise to him.
“I told you this already. Months ago, I sent you an Owl. Didn’t you get it?”
He is looking worse by the minute. “I never read it,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ven I got your letter I just … I thought it vould be you telling me that you vere vith him. That you chose him. I couldn’t bear to read the vords. So I burnt it without ever opening it.”
I don’t know what to say to this. How could he do that? Why did he think I had chosen Ron over him? None of it made any sense.
“Why did you think I was with Ron?”
“I saw … in the paper … you vere hugging and he kissed you …”
I want to laugh and cry all at once. I end up doing the former. “Viktor, we had just won. Everyone was hugging and kissing everyone. It didn’t mean anything. He is my best friend, yes, but you…” I step closer to him, reaching out and taking his hand. “You are the one I want to be with. It’s always been you.”
He grins, reminding me of the boy I met all those years ago. The War had changed us both but it didn’t change how we felt for each other. Nothing could change that. He kissed me, fast and strong, so different to our first tentative kisses. I wrap my arms around him, barely noticing as he lifts me up and spins us round. The world could end and I wouldn’t notice. All I care about is this man and this perfect moment.
Drabble 6:
Title: Halloween Again
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 488
Thirteen years ago, we swore to defend Harry, knowing that one of us lied. Who else knew of the raid in which the Prewetts died?
Twelve years ago, the papers proclaimed that Harry survived. They briefly mentioned the “brave sacrifice” of his parents. I went straight to your flat and waited. When the evening edition arrived, I knew the truth. You were all gone.
Today is the eleventh Halloween after I sat in your flat for the last time. There was no James to egg you on, and never would be again. Lily didn’t sit in that ragged armchair, pretending to scold you and really enjoying the show. Neither of them would be there again. Do you remember that today’s the day you betrayed them? Does it hurt to know that they trusted you, loved you until the end? Or do you not care that James was the best friend you ever had, and Lily the only girl you trusted with him, and that you sold them to Voldemort?
I care. It hurts to know what became of their son. That bright-eyed, laughing baby isn’t supposed to be thirteen and hearing his parents die. He should be in Hogsmeade, exploring with his friends, not back here drinking tea with a professor who can’t forget how life would have been, if you had remained true. It’s your fault that his greatest fear is Dementors. Without you his parents would be alive.
He’s so much like them. Did you know that? It almost hurts to talk to him; he has Lily’s temper and James’s brain. But he’s so careful, so scared, and that I blame on you. Lily’s sister is much like your family-impossible demands, uncaring family, excessive punishments for the slightest mistake. You condemned Harry to the life you lived, the life you swore to keep him safe from. You loved him, once, so much that “Pafoo” was his second word-“mommy,” “Pafoo,” and “daddy” all so close together that James hardly had time to be jealous. What happened to Padfoot and Harry drooling on each other because you were both so excited to see each other, and to panicking if you had to go a day without your godson?
Merely for betraying that love, you should have rotted in Azkaban forever. But you came back, and now we’re paying the price. I watch every day for the Grim, so far only seen in tea leaves in Sybil’s classroom. Harry knows about the deaths of his parents from the Dementors that came after you. I want to tell him about their lives, but I don’t know what to say because every story is tainted with you.
We swore, thirteen years ago, to defend Harry with our lives. Twelve years ago you killed Peter, James, and Lily. I’m the last one, but I will not break my promise. When you come for Harry, I’ll be there to stop you. Poll Challenge 1
1. Be open minded. Even if you dislike a ship, it doesn't mean the actual story is bad.
2. Don't vote for yourself, it just isn't right. :D
Drabble 1:
Title: Think of Me
Rating: PG
Warnings: pregnancy, cheating, mentions of slash
Word Count: 104
Go on, get married. Tell everyone how it's your child she's carrying, and listen hard when she says she loves you. Tell her you love her back. Pat her stomach, and talk to the baby. And when it's finally born, when you look down on that beautiful gorgeous creation you think is yours... I hope it looks back up at you from beneath those curly brown locks, blinking at her "Daddy" with those silver eyes you used to love.
I want you to think of me then, Harry, think of me and remember:
No one cheats on a Malfoy and gets away with it.
Drabble 2:
Title: Lose Your Way Till You Fall Apart
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied slash.
Word Count: 313
The gaze staring back at him was piercing and so full of deep emotions that Harry shivered under its force.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, not sure what to look at - those grey eyes nailing at his soul, or those red lips curling in a smirk that didn't even try to hide the truth behind a sardonic reply.
"No, you're not. You knew exactly what you would do. It was a matter of time before you told me and here I am; the last to know."
"Please, Draco, try to understand..."
"There's nothing to understand." Gray eyes contained coldness, and Harry knew he had been wrong to make that decision. "You'll marry her for some noble and stupid Gryffindorish reason, and I'll be the one left behind. I guess I should have been used to it by now."
Harry suppressed a whimper. He hadn't planned their relationship to end like that, but he had to defeat Voldemort and he just couldn't stand the idea of the Dark Lord finding out about Draco and trying to hurt him.
"But you have to understand!" Harry nearly yelled, desperation and pain swirling in his voice. "I can't put you in any danger, not anymore!"
"And does she know this? That you're marrying her out of fear that I'll get hurt? Harry, she may believe you, but I never will. Never again."
"Please, Draco..."
But the eyes that had been his only light in dark times just turned away from his green, lost gaze, as Draco Malfoy stepped out of his life with a swift movement and a colourful rustle of robes.
"Never again will I love you?" Harry asked the thin air, expecting no reply.
"Never!" Draco shouted back.
And the end of his life came tumbling down upon him, and somewhere in his mind a tiny voice was chanting.
Don't say you simply lost your way.
Drabble 3:
Title: Walk On
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers For SS and PoA
Word Count: 464
I was the last to know
Merlin he hated November. Remus thought blackly as he stopped walking to huddle under a shallow awning and waited for the rain that dripped icy down his neck to lessen. But at least, he smiled grimly, this kind of weather made everyone a little surly. He was beyond tired of people telling him to “cheer up lad! Don’t you know that You-Know-Who is gone at last?”
He rubbed his hands over his face and tried to wipe away some of the excess moister. 2 days, 8 hours, 37 minutes since the world had been liberated form darkness. 2 days, 8 hours, 37 minutes since he had lost two of the best friends he’d ever have. 1 day, 13 hours, 18 minutes since he’d lost the other two and learned that everything he’d put his faith in had been a lie.
You knew exactly what you would do
Scrubbing at his eyes he tried to shake the thoughts out of his head that had kept him awake for the last 37 hours. Try as he might he couldn’t banish the scene. Peter. Stupid, simple, feeble Peter standing in the middle of a muggle crowd pleading for his life while Sirius…Sirius….Remus pressed his shoulders back into the brick wall behind him willing himself to melt into it. He could see it so plainly. Sirius, his eyes bright, his face flushed, high on the knowledge of his own self worth and power. It really wasn’t that much of a stretch.
don’t say you simply lost your way
At first he had refused to believe it. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. If it was true it meant he’d been wrong about everything. If it was true it meant he was alone again and Remus wasn’t sure he could survive that now that he had stepped foot on the other side. If it was true…it couldn’t be true. But then he started thinking…and thinking…and thinking. He couldn’t stop, memories flooded one after another in a terrible dance. And as the hours crept by he began to realize that it had been there all along in Sirius’ rashness, his disregard for rules, the way he relished tormenting those younger and weaker than himself. Suddenly it all fell into place. And Remus had spent the next half hour being sick. But no longer, now he was standing. Now all that was left to do was wait for the rain to let up so he could make it from point A to point B. And at least he’d never have to watch the world turn to ash around him again. He squinted up into the sky, took a breath, and stepped back into the rain. Time to walk on.
They may believe you.
But I never will
Drabble 4:
Title: A Tad Too Far
Rating: PG
Warnings: Very mild swearing
Word Count: 490
The sun was up, the sky was blue, and it was a peaceful Sunday afternoon at the Burrow. But if there is one thing a Weasely child learns young, it is that the Burrow never stays peaceful for long.
The rebuilding of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was going well and so Fred and George were taking a well earned break in their old home. In the last half hour Fred had managed to get three holes blown in his robes by a few well-executed moves of George's, and was out for revenge. Shuffling the deck of Exploding Snap cards with a determined air, he faltered as he saw his brother quickly stand up with his wand drawn. Wondering what had frightened George so badly, he turned to look at the Grandfather Clock only to find that both their hands had turned to Mortal Peril. With the reflexes born out of surviving through four years of war, he jumped up to join his twin just as the door blew open to reveal a very red-eared Ron.
"What did you do?!" Fred would have been inclined to laugh, but the clock's hands hadn't yet moved. "I should have known better to trust the two of you!" he shouted, as the redness in his ears slowly threatened take over his face. "I had a nice ring all picked out but no, you had to 'help out'. We can get you a bigger one, you said, cheaper too because you have business contacts. Contacts my arse!"
George spoke up. "You seemed to like it when we gave it to you."
"Well yes," Ron managed to say with a surprising amount of sarcasm, "that was before I knew it would TURN HER FINGER GREEN!"
Fred thought he might have had a rib or two broken from trying to suppress his laughter. "C'mon Ron, don't go all Percy on us, it was just a joke." He winced slightly as his little brother's wand swung around to point squarely between his eyes.
"You never get it do you? Some things aren't meant to be laughed at. A joke?! It was an bloody engagement ring for Merlin's sake!"
George lowered his eyes. "You're right, Ron. We're sorry." Fred raised an eyebrow at his twin but George shook his head slightly. "Look, it is a perfectly nice ring, give it back to us and we'll fix it and you can give the thing back to Hermione perfectly normally." Fred's eyebrows were threatening to climb all the way up into his hair, until he realised that their hands on the Clock were slowly inching back towards Home.
"Yeah Ron, we're really sorry. We won't do anything like it again."
Their little brother gave them one last disgusted look, but he lowered his wand as he slammed the door behind him.
To the twin's credit, they managed to look repentant for a good three seconds before they burst into peals of laughter.
Drabble 5:
Title: Burnt Words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 289
The shock on his face is heartbreaking. I don’t understand how this can be a surprise to him.
“I told you this already. Months ago, I sent you an Owl. Didn’t you get it?”
He is looking worse by the minute. “I never read it,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ven I got your letter I just … I thought it vould be you telling me that you vere vith him. That you chose him. I couldn’t bear to read the vords. So I burnt it without ever opening it.”
I don’t know what to say to this. How could he do that? Why did he think I had chosen Ron over him? None of it made any sense.
“Why did you think I was with Ron?”
“I saw … in the paper … you vere hugging and he kissed you …”
I want to laugh and cry all at once. I end up doing the former. “Viktor, we had just won. Everyone was hugging and kissing everyone. It didn’t mean anything. He is my best friend, yes, but you…” I step closer to him, reaching out and taking his hand. “You are the one I want to be with. It’s always been you.”
He grins, reminding me of the boy I met all those years ago. The War had changed us both but it didn’t change how we felt for each other. Nothing could change that. He kissed me, fast and strong, so different to our first tentative kisses. I wrap my arms around him, barely noticing as he lifts me up and spins us round. The world could end and I wouldn’t notice. All I care about is this man and this perfect moment.
Drabble 6:
Title: Halloween Again
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 488
Thirteen years ago, we swore to defend Harry, knowing that one of us lied. Who else knew of the raid in which the Prewetts died?
Twelve years ago, the papers proclaimed that Harry survived. They briefly mentioned the “brave sacrifice” of his parents. I went straight to your flat and waited. When the evening edition arrived, I knew the truth. You were all gone.
Today is the eleventh Halloween after I sat in your flat for the last time. There was no James to egg you on, and never would be again. Lily didn’t sit in that ragged armchair, pretending to scold you and really enjoying the show. Neither of them would be there again. Do you remember that today’s the day you betrayed them? Does it hurt to know that they trusted you, loved you until the end? Or do you not care that James was the best friend you ever had, and Lily the only girl you trusted with him, and that you sold them to Voldemort?
I care. It hurts to know what became of their son. That bright-eyed, laughing baby isn’t supposed to be thirteen and hearing his parents die. He should be in Hogsmeade, exploring with his friends, not back here drinking tea with a professor who can’t forget how life would have been, if you had remained true. It’s your fault that his greatest fear is Dementors. Without you his parents would be alive.
He’s so much like them. Did you know that? It almost hurts to talk to him; he has Lily’s temper and James’s brain. But he’s so careful, so scared, and that I blame on you. Lily’s sister is much like your family-impossible demands, uncaring family, excessive punishments for the slightest mistake. You condemned Harry to the life you lived, the life you swore to keep him safe from. You loved him, once, so much that “Pafoo” was his second word-“mommy,” “Pafoo,” and “daddy” all so close together that James hardly had time to be jealous. What happened to Padfoot and Harry drooling on each other because you were both so excited to see each other, and to panicking if you had to go a day without your godson?
Merely for betraying that love, you should have rotted in Azkaban forever. But you came back, and now we’re paying the price. I watch every day for the Grim, so far only seen in tea leaves in Sybil’s classroom. Harry knows about the deaths of his parents from the Dementors that came after you. I want to tell him about their lives, but I don’t know what to say because every story is tainted with you.
We swore, thirteen years ago, to defend Harry with our lives. Twelve years ago you killed Peter, James, and Lily. I’m the last one, but I will not break my promise. When you come for Harry, I’ll be there to stop you. Poll Challenge 1