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Title: Festive
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 128
Summary: Hermione happens to like the Weasley jumpers.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.


As was customary in the Weasley household, that year each child received their own knitted jumper from Mrs Weasley. As was customary, she made sure each jumper went to its intended recipient by the large, obnoxious letter embroidered on the front. And as was customary, she picked an especially horrendous colour for Ron.

"Puke green," he announced with resignation, shrugging it on because of course, as was customary, Mrs Weasley wanted pictures.

"It's called olive green, Ron," Hermione told him.

"Puked out olive green."

"Ron."

"What?"

"I like the colour on you," Hermione said, cheeks turning a shade of red that had been customarily associated with the Weasleys.

"You think so?" Ron asked, perking up slightly.

Hermione's lips curled up, leaning in a little, her own bright red Weasley jumper brushing against Ron's. "It's very.. festive," she murmured, just close enough to feel Ron grin against her lips.
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Title: Heavenly Peace
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 101
Summary: It was almost too late before they remembered.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

It was almost too late before they remembered, wrapped in each other’s arms under dirty too-thin sheets inside cramped quarters. Time always stopped for war. Her face was bloody and his chest heaved from where his rib had fractured his lungs.

“Hey, Hermione?” he asked, voice raspy.

“Yes?” She clung onto him, cradling him against her chest.

“Happy Christmas.”

“Oh, Harry,” she whispered. “Happy—Happy Christmas.”

“Sing to me?”

She choked with tears, and her voice shook but it was soothing, and when Harry closed his eyes he almost felt no pain.

Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace.
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Title: Moony Christmas
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: G
Word Count: 103
Summary: Christmas under a full moon.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

“I have the crappiest timing in the world, don’t I?” Remus asked, tired brown eyes apologetic, even sheepish.

“Don’t, you know this happens and you can hardly help it,” he replied instead, nudging a steaming cup into his chapped lips. “Drink.”

His lips parted the slightest bit and Severus tipped the cup carefully, hands steady with the practice of years.

“Your present’s under the tree,” Remus whispered. Severus sat outside the shack that night, bathed in hateful moonlight and listening to every whimper and howl from inside, wrapped in a large gray fur coat.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Moony.”
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Title: Carols
Pairing: Ernie/Hannah
Rating: G
Word Count: 107
Summary: Ernie's first Muggle Christmas.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

Ernie visited Hannah for the holidays for their Muggle Studies project. He’d spent the time packing and preparing for the few days he’d be staying over by filling his bag with as much Muggle clothing as he thought suitable, to which Hannah had giggled at his Classic Tweed Collection and brought out her brother’s jeans and shirts to wear.

“Here, put on a coat, we’ll go caroling,” she told him cheerfully.

Ernie frowned. “We sing Christmas carols too, how is it different here?”

Hannah grinned. “It isn’t, that’s sort of part of the point, isn’t it?”

And she was right.
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Title: Christmas Shopping
Pairing: Molly/Arthur
Rating: G
Word Count: 102
Summary: Molly and Arthur have a friendly competition every Christmas-time.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

Molly and Arthur always did Christmas shopping together, and though most would assume that shopping (mostly for jumper colour combinations) for seven children would be the worst bit (Molly faffed between colours for hours before choosing a completely different one), the trickiest part actually comes in when they try to buy the other’s present and not let the other realise it.

“I’ll just, er, go to the loo, Molly,” Arthur said, taking a few steps back.

“Sure, dear,” Molly replied, smiling knowingly, taking out a tally and marking it down.

Arthur really needed to do something about his losing streak.
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Title: Hogwash
Pairing: Remus/Luna (sort of)
Rating: G
Word Count: 109
Summary: Luna stays over Christmas holidays, even when Sirius Black is on the prowl.
Additional Notes: Written as a pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.


Few people stayed at Hogwarts that Christmas, which isn’t entirely surprising. The parents had been terrified about the news of Black’s escape and the rumours that he’d managed to penetrate even the walls of Hogwarts, and had insisted their children come home.

Some, however, still stayed over.

“Oh, Father believes that whole thing’s hogwash,” Luna told him when he asked, right after she’d sat primly beside him and wished him a merry Christmas. “He’s trying to expose the Minister’s heliopath army. Professor?”

Remus blinked. “Yes?”

“You’d better move away, you’re right under a mistletoe and the nargles can be vicious.”
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Title: Some Things Can't Be Studied
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 103
Summary: Hermione is not good at everything
Additional Notes: Written as a pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

It broke Ronald Weasley’s heart to admit it, but his girlfriend was honestly was not perfect. She was a little bossy, her hair had worse days more than it had good, and she can never, no matter what, carry a tune.

“Hermione?” he asked, cringing slightly as Hermione tried to reach a note that had seemed not only to be one octave higher than she’d been going for, but also about three notes off.

“I’ll get it, it just takes a bit of time and patience,” she said with a huff.

“What, swish and flick?” Ron asked, snorting.

Hermione glared.
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Title: Pansy's Presents
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: PG
Word Count: 101
Summary: Pansy comes around to show her approval of Draco's new beau.
Additional Notes: Written as a pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle in Christmas '05.


For Christmas that year Pansy had given Draco a present for a night out on Muggle London, providing them with dinner reservations at a classy restaurant as well as luxury accommodations for the night. Her note had instructed Draco to introduce his 'companion' to culture and that she still did not quite approve.

Ron had been stunned.

"Close your mouth, Weasley, unless you’d like to put it to better uses," Draco smirked, tugging his companion to the bed of their hotel room and hoping Pansy forgives him for ignoring dinner reservations, and the socks Ron thought fit to get her.
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Title: Chapter Twenty-Two Outtake
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Michael/Terry
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 100 words
Additional Notes: Um. Contains something SPOILERY, so if you've not read til chapter 22 of HBP yet, not that it's really related to that, then yeah, you'd best avoid this then. Um. Just got the idea, which is really just. Silliness. I've not even finished reading it yet, ha. ha.
Edit: For [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100, for the prompt Insides, for obvious reasons. :|


Destination.

“One.” Michael closes his eyes.

Determination.

“Two.” His mind is blank, and he feels it sweep over him.

Deliberation.

“THREE!” Suddenly the air is pressing from all around, forceful, and he can actually feel movement, and there’s that strange sensation, and, yes, a soft, telling pop.

He’d done it.

“Um.”

Michael curses, eyes still shut, mentally examining his body, which certainly feels complete, only.

He opens his eyes to Terry’s flustered cheeks and startled eyes, and Twycross breaks the horrible silence that follows.

“Mr Corner, please remove yourself from Mr Boot’s pants as soon as you can, thank you.”
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Title: Premonitions
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Blaise/Theodore, very very subtle hint of Draco/Theodore
Word Count: 100 words
Rating: PG
Additional Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] ccharlotte, who prodded and whined. :D Prompted by "Hogwarts era, best friendship/slight sexual tones :|" and "with colour playing a role :|" Also, forgive the title, I was being rushed. :|


One day, when they were older, they'd realise.

In between sheets of forest green, Blaise will wake to quiet gasps and soft cries, the sound of muffled demands and the whisper of a name that isn’t his, and then he’d realise.

With a craving for red wine, Theodore will turn to find Blaise’s head on his shoulder, and then, to the crescendo of Act Three, Scene Two and the soft breathing of the boy sleeping against him, he’d realise.

One day they’d realise, but until then Blaise shifts restlessly in his bed and Theodore tugs at his formal-black collar impatiently.
slumber: (drabbler)
Title: Colour-Coded
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Theodore
Word Count: 100 words
Rating: PG
Additional Notes: I'd forgotten that I hadn't posted this yet until [livejournal.com profile] ccharlotte prompted me to write Theodore/Blaise and something with colours. :|


Colours have a way of defining, shaping, Theodore's life. Green for the colours he proudly wears, black for the colours he soon shall. All shades of these colours, cool and dark, are good for him--blend in the black of night, wear robes of dark green, make acquaintances with Ravenclaw blue.

He avoids all hues and shades of red, warm and bright, like the red and gold of Gryffindor arrogance, the happy yellows of Hufflepuff inanity, red-orange of Weasley poverty, and he slips into black night from Draco's bed to his just before the sky turns orange and betrays him.
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Title: The Smart One
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Blaise/Padma
Word Count: 100 words
Rating: R
Additional Notes: I realised I haven't posted anything in a while, whoops. But anyway, yeah. I liked Padma/Blaise, and this was how I saw it.
Edit: For [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100, for the prompt Shade.


Padma had always been the smart one, knowing that there were plenty of gray areas in war, so she kept her options open.

And they were open when Blaise Zabini's eyes locked with hers one day, open when Blaise asked her out, open still when he kissed her, and when his hands made her shiver and his tongue made her moan, so when he'd asked--

It was the smart thing to do.

It wasn't until years later, after she'd killed her own sister and Azkaban became home that she realised it was she who'd been played the fool all along.
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Title: A Cultural Thing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Zacharias
Word Count: 100 words
Rating: PG
Additional Notes: Yes, I shipped Draco/Zach, especially after reading the stuff [livejournal.com profile] mistful wrote. Had a bit of trouble with this one, though.


"Look, it's bad enough you're a Hufflepuff."

"What's wrong with being a Hufflepuff?" Zacharias asked indignantly. Draco gave him a long-suffering look. Zacharias glared.

"We just need my parents to warm up to the idea of you, is all I'm saying," Draco mumbled as means of explanation.

"Didn't take you long to warm up." Zacharias smirked.

Draco studiously ignored him. "It's only for Christmas."

"It's not even a proper Jewish holiday."

"You're Jewish too?"

"Brilliant. I've Nazi in-laws."

"Close enough," Draco said. "Don't we have any common ground?"

"We're both boys?"

Draco held his face in his hands and sobbed.
slumber: (drabbler)
Title: The Happiest Ending
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Theodore
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG13 (lang)
Warnings: None
Additional Notes: I said I'd write something for every ship I shipped, and the idea of Harry/Theodore's always been slightly appealing. The title's my favourite bit. :P


He is the pureblooded Slytherin son of a Death Eater, quiet, intelligent, (beautiful), and one day he spies for the Order.

Harry trusts him because he knows it is Slytherin to look after one's own interests, that Theodore is smart enough to know which side will win, but that he can't break away from his father completely. (Theodore envies Blaise's neutrality, sometimes Draco's ignorance, he tells Harry, before they fuck in Harry's apartment one night.)

Harry doesn't actually think Theodore believes Voldemort's cause, so when Theodore casts the Avada (whispers apologies), Harry doesn't realise what happens.

Harry dies kissing Theodore.
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Title: Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Terry/Justin
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Terry waits.
Additional Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] eljuno, who prompted me with "nighttime". Inspired also by [livejournal.com profile] siobhanohare's Terry/Justin fic, which I am too lazy to link to, unfortunately. Sad day. Happy Christmas to the one other person in the world who RPs Terry and ships him with Justin! ;)
Edit: For [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100, for the prompt Black, clearly. :|


The light by your bed burns brightly, and in the silence of the room you flip the page of a book, but the black ink bleeds into the paper and the lines blur into meaningless jumble.

You stop to rub your temples and you fetch another cup of tea.

You sip, and the aroma nudges your senses awake, so you resume waiting for him to come home, with alcohol in his breath and the marks of other men on his skin. You open the book.

Nothing still makes sense.

It is late, and you are as blind as the night.
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Title: What the Nargles Saw
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Dean/Padma
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG13
Additional Notes: This is [livejournal.com profile] ronniekins77's Christmas gift. I hope you like the Dean/Padma.
Edit: For [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100, for the prompt What?.


"Mistletoe," Padma told Dean matter-of-factly, pointing above their heads.

"Oh," Dean said, feeling a blush creep up onto his face. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to find something interesting with the way the floor was so flat and how it could keep him stuck on the ground even though he felt like floating. "We don't have to, you know," he mumbled, wondering why he had to do the gentlemanly thing.

Padma smiled that enigmatic smile of hers and leaned on tiptoe to touch lips softly to Dean's.

"Oh, but it's tradition," she whispered with a smile.
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Title: Slytherin Affairs
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Blaise
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG
Additional Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] sailorsimba, who prompted me with "party". And posting it now because this is when they celebrate Christmas. :P Happy Christmas, love! <3


Like all Slytherin affairs, it starts late.

He strolls in unapologetically, wearing navy blue robes and a pretty young heiress on his arm.

He nods coolly from where he stands. Their eyes lock for a split-second.

Like all Slytherin affairs, it ends promptly.

The guests mingle by the ballroom, leaving in small groups.

He comes back from the lavatory twenty minutes late, hair combed back and winning Italian charms put on to soothe his impatient date.

He barely turns his blond head to watch as they leave the hall.

Like all Slytherin affairs, nobody talks about what happens in between.
slumber: (snigger)
Title: Good Morning Ginny
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: 9am at the Potter-Weasley house.
Additional Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] green_fairy_, who prompted me with "pirates". Ant, this is the second of the last drabble I had to do, because for some reason, I had too many ideas. LOL. Er. I hope you like it anyway. <333


Ginny loved Harry, and she adored Ron, but sometimes days like these--

She stepped carefully over the boys' living room floor, following the trail of clothing that led to the bedroom.

There was that white polo Ron got last Christmas, Harry's favourite pair of trousers, and the belt that came with it. A sock draped over the edge of the potted plant they'd somehow named Fletcher and an eyepatch hung from the bedroom's doorknob.

An eyepatch?

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" she screamed, slamming the door open to Harry and Ron's sheepish grins. "IS THIS WHY YOU BORROWED MY SON'S PIRATE COSTUME?"
slumber: (femme)
Title: It Was
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cho/Ginny
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Additional Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] vexiphem, who requested Ginny/Cho with the keywords "I traded the only player that was bigger than the game", or something to that effect. Er, this was what came up. :P
Edit: For [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100, for the prompt Air.


It was the way she flew.

It was the way she gripped onto the broom, small hands suddenly firm and strong. It was the way she leaned forward with focused almond-brown eyes, the way long black hair followed the wind behind her.

It enthralled her.

*


It was the way she flew yesterday.

It was the way her small, delicate hands trembled ever so slightly, and the way she held onto the broom not to direct it, but to cling to it. It was the stoop in her posture, the limpness in her tied down hair.

It almost broke her heart.
slumber: (femme)
Title: Strawberry Kisses (Not Quite TV Love)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Pansy/Hermione
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: "Maybe it's not true / Love on the TV / Just like we imagined it"
Additional Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] inell, who requested Pansy/Hermione with the words "tastes like strawberries". Funny, I'd've thought I'd do the other two requests because they included Blaise, but. Whee for femmeslash! Also, summary and inspiration for the title comes from "Shiny Red Balloon", by Barbie's Cradle. Local band, lovely song.


It wasn't the way they said it would be.

There was no sweet violin playing a ballad in the background or tenderly whispered promises to giggle to or perfectly rendered moments imprinting themselves upon memory - instead Hermione couldn't stop shaking and Pansy's fingers tugged at her hair painfully, and her back was hurting against the rough surface of the stone walls and Pansy called her mudblood.

She fisted hands into the Slytherin uniform, pulling Pansy up to kiss her and she sneered against her kiss, and she thought at least they got the strawberry taste of her lips right.

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