Slumber

Title: Ava Adore
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Harry and Ginny are in love, but. Post-war.
Additional Notes: Again, written for xylodemon's I Didn't Get to Go to TWH Ficlet-a-thon. For saphreanth, who prompted with Harry/Ginny. Post-war, but dark. They are both definitely in love with one another, but still, dark. Prompt: lovely girl, you're the murder in my world (from the song Ava Adore by The Smashing Pumpkins). Thanks also goes to siobhanohare, who laughed at me when my word count went from 58 to 74 in thirty minutes. :|


Sometimes she’d like to believe in fairy tales, like she did when she was so much younger. Sometimes she wished that a boy’s smile and the flutter of a girl’s heart set everything right. Sometimes she wanted to close her eyes and open them to white picket fences and sun-dappled gardens and his smile. Her blush. Everything right.

*

He thought it would be over when it was over. He thought he’d finally get his normal life back, the one that was stolen from him when he was one, the one that kept slipping from his fingers when he was thirteen, and then sixteen. He deserved to be surrounded by his friends, not haunted by their memories.

*

There was a story once, tucked between a poem and a tale of knights and quests, of a perfect, short life traded in for a longer, tragic story trapped in the pages of a gift. She wonders if she’d made that choice.

*

In a quiet moment he finds her in the kitchen, humming to herself. He stands behind her, hand resting comfortably on her stomach as he kisses her good morning. She leans back against him and he smiles. She blushes. And everything’s right.

Title: It Was
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cho/Ginny
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Additional Notes: For 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 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.

Title: Vases of Vanity
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny
Word Count: 100 words
Rating: PG
Additional Notes: Written for fallenravie, who requested Pansy/Ginny with the prompt "See yourself through flowers in a jar".

She turns her face at different angles, examines her make-up, and nods at herself in the mirror.

"Ready for the Ball?"

"In a while," she calls out, and steps out in elegant robes.

She is beautiful.

*

She tucks pale freckled arms into his, blushes at compliments, and hears them whisper, 'she's so lucky'.

"Have I introduced you to--"

"Pleased to meet you," she says, smiling amidst envious awe.

She is sweet.

*

Later they are alone-- her make-up is smudged, her smile is gone. She isn't beautiful with lonely tears, and her desperate kisses aren't sweet.

It's not what matters.