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nnyTook part in a drabble night on Friday night, which was a heck of a lot of fun. Basically, the rules were - a pairing and a situation, fifteen minutes, 100-150 words (in 5 word increments).
Here's what I came up with:
Hagrid/Harry- grateful to be back from Azkaban
Hagrid snuffled into his handkerchief, carefully looking out at the lake and ignoring the boy by his side.
‘Hagrid?’
‘Never really had a friend before. Not a’ school, that was fer sure, wouldn’ see the likes o’ them associatin’ with a lummox like me.” He looked up at Harry then, and smiled a little. “Yeah, Harry, Gryffindors that wouldn’ speak to me ‘cos of what I was. Y’know the sad thing? When Tom… when he found me ‘n’ Aragog… I was pleased that ‘e remembered my name.’
‘I’m your friend, Hagrid.’
Hagrid looked up at him again, an unfathomable expression in his dark eyes, something strange, and scary, and new. He looked out at the lake again, and sighed.
‘Go along inside, now, Harry. Go.’
Ron/Remus “*Why do these things always happen to *me*?*”
‘I… er, that is…’
Remus looked up at the (somewhat familiar) sight of a young, red headed man standing at his door in a state of undress, flushing to the roots of hair that really clashed with the blush and fumbling for words.
Bill first. When Sirius hadn’t been long gone, and he’d needed comfort. Then Charlie, when Charlie was looking to experiment and needed someone discreet and of the same… inclinations. Percy had been a revelation. Who’d have thought, beneath that quiet exterior…? And the twins. Who did him, as all things, together.
He lifted up the quilt and scooted over.
*Why do these things always happen to *me*?*
Percy/Snape: Responsibility
I enjoy seeing him like this. So very different from his persona in the classroom, always so responsible, so in control…
I do so love to take over responsibility. Take control. Allow him to take a break from thinking and force him to just react. He doesn’t allow himself to react to things nearly often enough, and I have seen the result of his suppression of his emotions. It isn’t an attractive sight, to see him so distastefully riled.
Pale limbs against the sheets, hair tousled and unruly against the pillows, narrow chest struggling to regain his breath
//please… god, please… I n-need-//
But I cannot stay, naturally. I have responsibilities.
* * *
Percy carefully adjusted his prefect badge, smiled, and left the dungeon.
Snape/Harry: Too much is not enough
I did all I could for him. Everything and more. Protected him from himself and his idiot Gryffindor tendencies, from friends, from the headmaster… No. Not from Dumbledore. I tried to anticipate him, but it would take a far more cunning mind than mine to understand that man. I wonder if Harry knows his precious headmaster was a Slytherin?
But that last moment. The flash of green light and pain beyond imagining for a second that felt like eternity and falling, quiet and stillness and… solitude…
I did too much. I gave too much. I wasted too much. Destroyed something in him I never knew existed.
And now I can only watch from the shadows as he struggles in his dreams, unable to touch him while he still lives, unwilling to convince him, as I know I could, to end his suffering.
But the watching… it is no longer enough.
Lucius/Kingsley: Chiaroscuro
He was large, and solid; a comforting presence. Someone that made you feel instantly at home, wherever.
He was lithe and beautiful. No one ever felt quite comfortable under the scrutiny of those pale eyes.
An exquisite contrast, beautiful sacrilege.
He lies broken, bleeding now. Protecting the boy from things he is too young to fight. Things that he never asked for; that he was forced into.
“You… cannot…” Lucius gasps, seeking one final act of pity, “he is mine.”
Kingsley sneered, twisted Draco’s arm to bring the mark into the light. “He’s Voldemort’s. And Voldemort’s are *mine*, Lucius. Always.”
Here's what I came up with:
Hagrid/Harry- grateful to be back from Azkaban
Hagrid snuffled into his handkerchief, carefully looking out at the lake and ignoring the boy by his side.
‘Hagrid?’
‘Never really had a friend before. Not a’ school, that was fer sure, wouldn’ see the likes o’ them associatin’ with a lummox like me.” He looked up at Harry then, and smiled a little. “Yeah, Harry, Gryffindors that wouldn’ speak to me ‘cos of what I was. Y’know the sad thing? When Tom… when he found me ‘n’ Aragog… I was pleased that ‘e remembered my name.’
‘I’m your friend, Hagrid.’
Hagrid looked up at him again, an unfathomable expression in his dark eyes, something strange, and scary, and new. He looked out at the lake again, and sighed.
‘Go along inside, now, Harry. Go.’
Ron/Remus “*Why do these things always happen to *me*?*”
‘I… er, that is…’
Remus looked up at the (somewhat familiar) sight of a young, red headed man standing at his door in a state of undress, flushing to the roots of hair that really clashed with the blush and fumbling for words.
Bill first. When Sirius hadn’t been long gone, and he’d needed comfort. Then Charlie, when Charlie was looking to experiment and needed someone discreet and of the same… inclinations. Percy had been a revelation. Who’d have thought, beneath that quiet exterior…? And the twins. Who did him, as all things, together.
He lifted up the quilt and scooted over.
*Why do these things always happen to *me*?*
Percy/Snape: Responsibility
I enjoy seeing him like this. So very different from his persona in the classroom, always so responsible, so in control…
I do so love to take over responsibility. Take control. Allow him to take a break from thinking and force him to just react. He doesn’t allow himself to react to things nearly often enough, and I have seen the result of his suppression of his emotions. It isn’t an attractive sight, to see him so distastefully riled.
Pale limbs against the sheets, hair tousled and unruly against the pillows, narrow chest struggling to regain his breath
//please… god, please… I n-need-//
But I cannot stay, naturally. I have responsibilities.
* * *
Percy carefully adjusted his prefect badge, smiled, and left the dungeon.
Snape/Harry: Too much is not enough
I did all I could for him. Everything and more. Protected him from himself and his idiot Gryffindor tendencies, from friends, from the headmaster… No. Not from Dumbledore. I tried to anticipate him, but it would take a far more cunning mind than mine to understand that man. I wonder if Harry knows his precious headmaster was a Slytherin?
But that last moment. The flash of green light and pain beyond imagining for a second that felt like eternity and falling, quiet and stillness and… solitude…
I did too much. I gave too much. I wasted too much. Destroyed something in him I never knew existed.
And now I can only watch from the shadows as he struggles in his dreams, unable to touch him while he still lives, unwilling to convince him, as I know I could, to end his suffering.
But the watching… it is no longer enough.
Lucius/Kingsley: Chiaroscuro
He was large, and solid; a comforting presence. Someone that made you feel instantly at home, wherever.
He was lithe and beautiful. No one ever felt quite comfortable under the scrutiny of those pale eyes.
An exquisite contrast, beautiful sacrilege.
He lies broken, bleeding now. Protecting the boy from things he is too young to fight. Things that he never asked for; that he was forced into.
“You… cannot…” Lucius gasps, seeking one final act of pity, “he is mine.”
Kingsley sneered, twisted Draco’s arm to bring the mark into the light. “He’s Voldemort’s. And Voldemort’s are *mine*, Lucius. Always.”
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Date: 2003-11-30 12:05 pm (UTC)Remus/Ron is somewhat... understandable. (Why do these things always happen to *me*? Really, Mr. Lupin, what sort of stupid question is this?)
Lucius/Kingsley makes me shiver. Quite literally. I've kept re-reading it, and it never fails to do so.
You are a genius, you know that, right? I am in awe at how you produce so many drabbles, all of which are of such exquisite quality.
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Date: 2003-11-30 01:04 pm (UTC)*overwhelmed*
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Date: 2003-12-01 03:35 am (UTC)