more scribbles... HP this time.
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marguerite_26Here are the last of my coffeehouse scribbles. Last week asked for a pairing, one word prompt and exact word count number (1-300).
Fun writing exercise!
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vaysh11 for looking these two over.
Forfemmequixotic
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: thunderstorm
Word Count: 300
“Slow down, you arse,” Harry shouts. The words drown in a crash of thunder.
The figure in the distance is already little more than a spec. He bends low, surges forward, pressing the broom faster.
His thighs ache and the rain stings his eyes as he whips though the air. It’s pitch black, nothing at all to light the way other than the flash of blond reflecting the far off lightning. He doesn’t dare cast a Lumos, even for fear of trees or mountains or whatever the fuck could be up this high; his fingers are slippery and half-frozen.
The rider he’s chasing is getting bigger, closer. The faint hope of catching-up pushes Harry faster. It’s another five minutes before he’s near enough to shout again. He regrets it when Draco turns and the distraction makes Draco lose his grip.
Harry reaches out, too late.
They are both falling, tumbling through the air. Harry’s wand’s out, instincts kicking in and their fall slows; they smack the ground, hard. It’s painful but not deadly.
He crawls over. Draco’s fine; his fist hits Harry’s jaw before he can get a word out.
“I’m not marrying her!” Harry grits out, rubbing his jaw.
Draco twists away, trying to claw his way back to his broom.
Harry grabs him, drags him back, pinning him with his weight, “Fuck, Malfoy. Look at me. The Prophet got it wrong. It’s over: Ginny knows.”
Draco’s eyes narrow. “What does Ginny know?” There’s a cut on his temple and blood is trickling into his hair.
“Everything.” Harry presses their lips together. The kiss is wet from rain and maybe something else but it doesn’t matter because Draco stops pushing him away.
“Everything?” Draco’s fingers twist in his hair, tugging him closer.
Their foreheads touch and Harry breaths, “Everything.”
Forsubtlefire
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: spirit
Word Count: 153
Harry slips off his invisibility cloak. Madame Pomfrey’s footfalls still echo down the corridor; she’s off to report to Dumbledore. The hospital wing’s empty, save for one bed.
Malfoy’s face is pale, waxy, his bandaged chest rising and falling with each laboured breath. His hair’s still damp and matted from the bloody water flooding the second floor girl’s loo; guilt twists in Harry’s gut. The splash as Malfoy fell, Myrtle’s cries of Murder! and Snape’s accusing eyes haunt him. He hadn’t known, he repeats to himself, wondering if eventually it will make any difference. The acidic burn of bile inches up his throat.
All he can do now is watch the bandages darken with the slow seep of Malfoy’s wounds, ink-like in the darkness of the room.
“Damn you, Malfoy,” he whispers, voice hoarse, wondering if Draco’s fighting spirit’s enough to keep his heart pumping, enough to live to torment Harry another day.
The rest of the coffeehouse drabbles:
Arthur/Merlin - Moustache - 222 words - NC-17
Arthur/Merlin - Innocent - 50 words
Arthur/Merlin - sunglasses - 249 words
Fun writing exercise!
Thanks to
vaysh11 for looking these two over.For
femmequixoticPairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: thunderstorm
Word Count: 300
“Slow down, you arse,” Harry shouts. The words drown in a crash of thunder.
The figure in the distance is already little more than a spec. He bends low, surges forward, pressing the broom faster.
His thighs ache and the rain stings his eyes as he whips though the air. It’s pitch black, nothing at all to light the way other than the flash of blond reflecting the far off lightning. He doesn’t dare cast a Lumos, even for fear of trees or mountains or whatever the fuck could be up this high; his fingers are slippery and half-frozen.
The rider he’s chasing is getting bigger, closer. The faint hope of catching-up pushes Harry faster. It’s another five minutes before he’s near enough to shout again. He regrets it when Draco turns and the distraction makes Draco lose his grip.
Harry reaches out, too late.
They are both falling, tumbling through the air. Harry’s wand’s out, instincts kicking in and their fall slows; they smack the ground, hard. It’s painful but not deadly.
He crawls over. Draco’s fine; his fist hits Harry’s jaw before he can get a word out.
“I’m not marrying her!” Harry grits out, rubbing his jaw.
Draco twists away, trying to claw his way back to his broom.
Harry grabs him, drags him back, pinning him with his weight, “Fuck, Malfoy. Look at me. The Prophet got it wrong. It’s over: Ginny knows.”
Draco’s eyes narrow. “What does Ginny know?” There’s a cut on his temple and blood is trickling into his hair.
“Everything.” Harry presses their lips together. The kiss is wet from rain and maybe something else but it doesn’t matter because Draco stops pushing him away.
“Everything?” Draco’s fingers twist in his hair, tugging him closer.
Their foreheads touch and Harry breaths, “Everything.”
For
subtlefirePairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: spirit
Word Count: 153
Harry slips off his invisibility cloak. Madame Pomfrey’s footfalls still echo down the corridor; she’s off to report to Dumbledore. The hospital wing’s empty, save for one bed.
Malfoy’s face is pale, waxy, his bandaged chest rising and falling with each laboured breath. His hair’s still damp and matted from the bloody water flooding the second floor girl’s loo; guilt twists in Harry’s gut. The splash as Malfoy fell, Myrtle’s cries of Murder! and Snape’s accusing eyes haunt him. He hadn’t known, he repeats to himself, wondering if eventually it will make any difference. The acidic burn of bile inches up his throat.
All he can do now is watch the bandages darken with the slow seep of Malfoy’s wounds, ink-like in the darkness of the room.
“Damn you, Malfoy,” he whispers, voice hoarse, wondering if Draco’s fighting spirit’s enough to keep his heart pumping, enough to live to torment Harry another day.
The rest of the coffeehouse drabbles:
Arthur/Merlin - Moustache - 222 words - NC-17
Arthur/Merlin - Innocent - 50 words
Arthur/Merlin - sunglasses - 249 words
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Date: 2011-06-07 01:01 pm (UTC)Nice job on all of them, dear!
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Date: 2011-06-07 01:24 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading. :)
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Date: 2011-06-07 11:32 pm (UTC)All he can do now is watch the bandages darken with the slow seep of Malfoy’s wounds, ink-like in the darkness of the room.
That was something I pictured rather vividly. Lovely use of words, that :)
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Date: 2011-07-13 06:03 pm (UTC)*Now must add you*
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