Evy

Title: the start is the hardest part
Pairing: Zacharias/Pansy
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: ~14,000
Summary: "In case you were wondering," she says once they're both settled at the kitchen table, hands wrapped around warm mugs of tea, "I haven't got any designs on your family name."

"Didn't think you did, but glad to hear it all the same."

"I'd rather be destitute and dishonorable than birth potential Hufflepuffs."
Notes:Written for het_bigbang. Beta'd by the lovely y3llowdaisi3s and kalisgirl.

( the start is the hardest part )

Title: The Seven Grievances of Terry Boot
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Terry/various (slash and het)
Beta Reader(s): sinarie
Word Count: 6717
Rating: PG-13
(Highlight to View) Warning(s): None..
Note: This is for all the Ravenclaws I've loved before. Thanks to S for inspiring the version of Justin FF that shows up here, and L for sharing my love for Terry Boot (and helping prod this story into form). JKR had listed Terry down as a Muggleborn in her notes, and while she had a lot of notes that didn't make the "final cut", I think it's interesting to try and make everything she said fit anyway. Written for hogwarts_houses, originally posted here. This is also something of a backstory that I started writing in 2009 for Salvation by Slytherin, albeit this is more focused on Terry than the other three boys.
Summary: Before he got on the train his mother had pulled him into a hug and told him she knew he'd always been special, and she was sure he'd do very well in all his classes regardless of the subject, and his father laughed and wondered how many versions of Abra Cadabra Terry would have to memorise. When he wrote a few weeks later to explain there was actually a fair amount of Latin to remember, his father's reply included a hint of going on to be a doctor.

( Hogwarts turned out to be real after all, though quite honestly, not nearly as good as it sounded on paper—sorry, parchment. )

PS. Don't forget to request for December Drabbles either on DW or LJ!

Title: Unsettled
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Theodore/Susan, Theodore/Daphne, a dash of Oliver/Katie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~3100
Summary: The war is over, but it doesn't feel like it's truly ended.
Additional Notes: Written for the community at hp_spring_fling. Many, many thanks to my beta, Ashvarden, who helped shape and prod this into readable form. The request I had asked for a tone more somber than I was used to writing, and this had been an interesting exercise in restraint versus... whatever its opposite was. Erm. So yeah.

( The Nott Manor had never been one to inspire feelings of cheer and fuzziness. )

Title: Five Things That Katie Bell Did Not Sign Up For
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Roger/Katie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2200~
Summary: Katie's job demands a lot from her, but when it comes to Roger Davies, it can sometimes mean things that aren't even included in the fine print.
Additional Notes: Written for purelush as a pinch-hit for the first clever_claws fest. First posted here. Much thanks to hockeysaurus for the beta.

(  The lights were far too bright, the music too loud, the space too crowded. )

Title: Never the Straight and Narrow
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Astoria, Draco/Pansy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: The problem with Slytherins was that they never did anything in a straightforward manner.
Additional Notes: Muchos gracias to ccharlotte for the beta. Written for the hp_unfaithful's Fabulous No-Pressure Laissez-Faire Challenge. Prompt: "Why didn't you just ask her to marry you instead?"

( The problem with Slytherins was that they never did anything in a straightforward manner. )

Title: Crashing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Justin/Terry
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1,229
Summary: Justin had never been very good at remembering.
Additional Notes: For the fanfic100 prompt Not enough and dedicated to siobhanohare, for whom I began writing this as a Valentine's Day present way back in 2005. :| Slightly edited from the version I originally posted. There's a companion piece but I've given up hope on that for the night. :|

( You hardly remember that bit, but he told you about it sometimes, enough so that it almost felt like your memory instead of his... )

Title: Girl
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Pansy
Rating: PG13 (for language)
Word Count: 1000 words
Summary: Is there anybody going to listen to my story / All about the girl who came to stay?
Additional Notes: The third and last fic for xylodemon's Ficlet-a-thon, still for saphreanth. Ron/Pansy. Prompt: Girl, by The Beatles. I have been uncreative (please ignore the mood) and chosen to use the song titles for titles.
Update: This fic has been recced by sandystarr88 at het_reccers here and silburygirl at crack_broom here, and KIA here. Thanks! :)


( Molly had hoped that she was wrong about Pansy Parkinson the way she was about Fleur Delacour. )

Title: Winter Season
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Adrian/Miles
Rating: PG 13 for language
Word Count: 365
Summary: Adrian doesn't like the cold.
Additional Notes: Again, written for hp_kris_kringle. I've at least two more ficlets written for that comm, pretty soon I'll put up new stuff. Ish. I protest that no one is online, and I can't log into Y!M. Oh my GOD, WHERE is EVERYONE? *slumps* I protest that I lost my Photoshop, and no one seems to be able to lend me theirs. All I've been doing offline is listening to music (sustains me) and playing Solitaire (am in TEARS). You can also tell that the reason I posted fic was so I can rant. :|

PS. OMG I will DIE of boredom COME ONLINE and GMAIL ME.


Adrian despised the cold. He hated the draft of icy wind that made its way down the depths of the Slytherin dungeons at night, the harsh chill of the stone walls of their dormitory. He loathed the freezing air, the icy droplets of rain that seeped through the fabric of his Quidditch robes and through his skin. The cold went straight to his bone, piercing right through skin to freeze his soul.

"Fucking weather, fucking cold," he cursed, slamming the door to the Slytherin showers after their match against Ravenclaw. His sight had been heavily crippled by the heavy fall of rain, and he'd fumbled a few passes and threw the Quaffle towards Ravenclaw chasers instead. It hadn't been a good match, although they'd won by thirty points.

"Go ahead, Pucey. Blame the weather instead of your abysmal Quidditch skills."

Adrian looked up to see Miles Bletchley sneering at him from the shower stall, arms crossed as he leant back against the wall, a dark green towel wrapped around his slim waist. Adrian narrowed his eyes, saying nothing as he jerked off his protective caps and pulled off his robes.

"Like you fared any better. I can't believe you let those Quaffles into the goalposts."

"I can't believe you threw those Quaffles into our goalposts."

"Shut up, Bletchley," Adrian snarled, shoving the boy aside as he stepped into a shower stall, cursing as his feet touched mud on the floor. "Fucking barbarians - who didn't bloody take off their bloody boots?"

"You're really not in the mood today, are you?"

"You mean you can't tell?"

Miles took a step closer to Adrian - the taller boy noted with disdain that Bletchley had rubber slippers on - and cocked his head to the side. "I can't say I can. What is your problem?" he asked, shoving Adrian back against the wall.

"Shit!" Adrian hissed as the cold shower tiles burned through his bare back. "Piss off, Bletchley, and let a man shower in bloody peace."

"Why should I?" Miles taunted, suddenly so much closer than Adrian felt marginally comfortable with, and yet, also so much warmer.

"I don't know," Adrian mumbled, and he wasn't cold anymore.

Title: Filling Spaces
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Spoilers: Season 2, eps 15-19 (only slightly, though)
Pairing: Ethan/Justin, only, not really
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 150 words
Summary: Tragedy's beautiful too.
Additional Notes: Supposed to explain why Ethan cheated, but I forgot about that but when I finished the drabble today. For siobhanohare, and substitutes like Ethan. You've my love.


Justin smiles at him, lips curling up in his should-be-patented sunshine smile, and Ethan thinks it's love.

And it is, it should be, the sort of mad passionate love that artists feel and live and create, the sort that masterpieces are made of, because Justin follows him and kisses him and Ethan thinks it can't be anything else but love.

It is love, with enough fire to warm endless nights under the stars, enough fire to blaze endless nights under the earth, even when Justin shifts his gaze and tries hard to cry out Ethan's name when he knows, when they both know. Even then.

And Ethan thinks, with Justin snuggled up next to him, sated but not wholly, that there's something madly passionate and poetic about filling spaces too.

It's still love anyway, isn't it, Ethan wonders. Justin only breathes in reply, and Ethan thinks it has to be.