Drabble: Colour-Coded (Theodore/Draco)

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 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.

Drabble: Premonitions (Blaise/Theodore)

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 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.

Drabble: Premonitions (Blaise/Theodore)

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 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.

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