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delacourtings) wrote2019-01-10 07:41 pm
delacourtings) wrote2019-01-10 07:41 pm
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[challenge] snowflake challenge day 1O
day 1O
create a fanwork.
i knew i wanted to write something for today’s challenge but i couldn’t decide what...so...i thought i’d ask for your help!
if you give me one of the pairings below and a prompt, i’ll write you a drabble or ficlet!
ships: james/sirius, lucius/narcissa, minerva/poppy, harry/draco, harry/ron, harry/ron/hermione, harry/charlie, bill/fleur, viktor/fleur, ron/pansy, ginny/luna, luna/cho, dean/seamus, neville/ginny, teddy/james sirius.
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Cho sighed, closing her book, only to reopen it seconds later. She hated Arithmancy. She should have never signed up for it in the first place, but she was so sure it would make her look a well-rounded student when she began applying for positions next year.
She got out a fresh sheet of scratch parchment and began to work on her problem set. She would figure it out. Eventually.
She had just redone number twenty seven for the fourth time when a pair of hands covered her eyes.
“Peekaboo.” A voice chirped in her ear.
“Peekaboo?” Cho asked.
The hands covering her face disappeared and Cho turned to see her girlfriend smiling at her.
“It’s a Muggle game. We’re learning about it in Muggle Studies. I think it’s mainly played with children.”
“Ah,” Cho said, watching as Luna levitated Cho’s book off of her lap and then sat down.
“Hi,” Luna whispered, smiling.
“Hi,” Cho said back, leaning in to kiss her.
Their hello kisses were usually short and sweet but Luna seemed to have something in different in mind for that afternoon, swiping her tongue across Cho’s bottom lip.
“We have to stop,” Cho mumbled, not pulling way.
“Really? Why?” Luna said, pulling away to press a kiss behind Cho’s ear.
“Because,” Cho said, reduced to one word sentences as Luna kissed the corner of her mouth. “Homework.”
Luna kissed across Cho’s cheek and whispered into her ear. “But kisses are more important than homework.”
As always, she couldn’t find it within her to argue with Luna’s logic.
Later, when it was two am and she was still trying to figure out the answer to number forty-two, she might regret this but now, with Luna in her arms, feeling like warmth and safety, she didn’t regret a thing.
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“Thanks again for helping me with this, Harry,” Charlie said, swiping a swig of water from his bottle.
Harry watched, rapt, as Charlie turned the bottle upside down and poured the last few droplets over his head, shaking his head back and forth. The movement exposed his neck and Harry started to feel the need for water himself.
“That’s alright,” Harry mumbled, putting his hands back into the dirt and pulling out a weed.
When Charlie had asked if Harry wanted to help him deweed the backyard at his new place, Harry had jumped at the chance to spend more time with him. It wasn’t until he arrived and saw Charlie in jeans, work boots, and a white t-shirt that he began to regret his eagerness.
The particular kind of weeds in Charlie’s backyard seemed to be immune to magic so they were having to do everything by hand. Which meant Charlie was not only covered in streaks of dirt, but that he’d sweated so much his shirt became see through. Harry had thought that was bad enough but then Charlie decided to take his shirt off completely. Harry had whimpered and had to pretend he had hurt himself on the sharp end of a stick when Charlie had turned to look at him questioningly.
Now, here he was pouring water over his head, looking like something out of one of Harry’s more erotic dreams.
“You okay, Harry?” Charlie asked and Harry started, realizing he’d paused in his efforts to deweed the yard and had started staring at Charlie. Again.
Heat rose up Harry’s neck and around his ears. “Fine. Sorry. Just zoned out, I guess.”
Charlie frowned. “Here, he said pulling out another water bottle and handing it to Harry. “You look flushed.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m alright.”
“Harry,” Charlie said in a no-nonsense tone that reminded Harry of Mrs. Weasley. “My mum would kill me if I let you faint from heat exhaustion.”
Harry accepted the proffered water. “Thanks.”
Harry took a sip of the water and was surprised that it was ice cold, despite it having been inside outside for hours. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he actually was and once he’d started he didn’t stop gulping the liquid down until he’d finished half of the bottle.
He opened his eyes to see Charlie staring at him and felt a blush starting to form again. “Sorry.”
“Huh?” Charlie asked, then seemed to shake himself out of a daze. “Oh. Right. It’s fine. Like I said, Mum would kill me. I mean she’d kill me if I let any family member come to harm but she’d kill me twice if it was you.”
“Is that how you think of me?” Harry asked without thinking. “As family? Like another brother?”
As soon as the question left his mouth he regretted it and looked at the ground steadfastly, refusing to meet Charlie’s eyes.
“Harry…” Charlie said but Harry didn’t answer, too embarrassed to speak.
A shadow passed over the sunlight that had been bearing down on them all day and Harry looked up to see what the obstructing object was but was met with Charlie’s chest. He should’ve expected that. Being around Charlie made him stupid.
“No,” Charlie whispered, taking Harry’s face in his hands.
“No?” Harry asked, heart starting to beat faster in his chest.
Charlie shook his head and placed his lips on Harry’s.
Charlie’s lips were surprisingly soft. When Harry had imagined this moment, which he had done quite a lot, he imagined Charlie having chapped lips to match all of his scars and calloused hands. But this was even better because it was reality.
Harry flung his arms around Charlie’s neck and Charlie groaned into Harry’s mouth, making Harry’s pants, which were already feeling tight from watching Charlie’s borderline pornographic scene with the water, feel even tighter.
Charlie pulled away, panting. “I don’t give a damn about this yard. I just wanted an excuse to be alone with you.”
“Thank Merlin. I hate yard work.”
Charlie laughed. “I could tell.”
Harry glared at him but Charlie kissed him again before he could say anything in.
“Want to go inside?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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This is so hot, thank you!! I just love the pairing and you do them quite well. :)
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Ginny/Luna: sudden death
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“I can’t believe I’m crying,” Ginny says, wiping tears from her eyes.
Luna rests her head on Ginny's shoulder and Ginny takes comfort in her touch. “It’s alright, you know. To cry. It doesn’t make you weak.”
“I know that. In theory. It’s just…,” Ginny sighs. “Growing up with my brothers, they never cried. I cried once when they were being mean to me and they teased me so much I never cried in front of them again.”
“It’s good to cry,” Luna says. “Besides, Arnold was your pet. You shared a bond. And his death was sudden, unexpected. Of course you’re going to cry.”
“You’re right. Sorry, Luna. I’m being silly.”
“No. You’re being you. I like it when you’re you.”
Ginny smiles softly. “I like it when you’re you too.”
Luna steps a few inches closer. Ginny can feel Luna’s breath on her face. “I really like it when you’re you.”
“I really like you too.”
“That’s not what I said,” Luna whispers, breath hitching.
“I know,” Ginny replies, and closes the gap between them.
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Lucius/Narcissa, first kiss
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What about Harry/Ron/Hermione, making cookies.
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“They should be light and fluffy,” Hermione says, her voice rising in pitch. “Why aren’t they light and fluffy?”
“Maybe,” Ron drawls, “we should just—-”
“We are not Floo-calling your mother, Ronald!”
Ron raises his hands up in surrender and looks at Harry.
“But why,” Harry says, taking over.
“Because I refuse to be defeated by cookies!”
“Hermione,” Harry says gently, coming up behind her and resting his hands on her shoulders, massaging them.
Hermione sags with relief. “Oh, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Harry says to her but his eyes are on Ron, who is throwing his thumb over his shoulder towards the stairs. Harry nods his approval and Ron bounds upstairs. Hermione’s too into the massage to notice.
A few minutes later there’s a loud crash, causing both Harry and Hermione to jump.
“What the bloody hell was that?”
“Hermione!” Ron’s voice rings from upstairs. “Crookshanks is after the cat again!”
“Oh for the love of…” Hermione mutters, running up the stairs and brushing past Ron making his way back down.
“Did you get the cookies your Mum sent?”
“Got ‘em,” Ron confirms, taking a Lilliputian cookie tin out of his jean pocket.
“Awesome,” Harry said. “Engorgio!” He pointed his wand and the tin returned to its original size.
He and Ron began placing the cookies onto a cookie sheet. Ron casts a warming charm over them and Harry places them in the oven. The oven timer beeps soon after and Ron and Harry share a kiss.
“Why are you kissing?” Hermione asks.
The boys turn to look at her, identical grins on their faces.
“Why not?” Ron asks.
“Because,” Harry says, “Your cookies turned out great and you weren’t in here for us to kiss.”
“What?” Hermione says, her face lighting up. “Did they really?”
“Yeah, come look.”
Ron and Harry scoot out of her way, smiling over her at each other as she looks into the oven and lets out a very uncharacteristic squeal.
She pulls the tray out of the oven and turns to face the boys.
“You’re right. This is something to celebrate with kissing,” she says and kisses them both.
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