nny | Some more drabbles

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Spank

Harry looked through the window again, fascinated. The array of clothing in the window was astonishing enough- buckles, and chains, and PVC and rubber… but the interior of “Spank” looked far more interesting. He stood, shielding his eyes from the glare of the street, and tried to figure out exactly what some of the… implements… were for, exactly.

He was gazing curiously at the vast array of “butt plugs” (and what could they be for?) when two wizards brushed casually past him and walked into the shop. He yelped and backed away from the window, hurriedly.

Lucius Malfoy? Severus Snape?

Leather

Remus leaned forward again, so the raindrops wouldn’t sting his eyes quite so much. The fact that it brought him that much closer to his best friend was something that he was trying not to think about.

There were a lot of things he was trying not to think about. The rumble of the bike’s engine, vibrations that were melting his stomach. The intriguing smell of petrol and wet leather and the back of Sirius’ neck that was just there, just in front of him, within tongue-reach…

The ride would end, soon. He was trying not to think about it.

Pants

Sirius ran a hand through his hair again. It wasn’t an affectation, the way it was with James; it was like a barometer. The messiness of Sirius’ hair reflected the disorder of the mind beneath. Unless it was deliberately casual… but his friends had learned to tell the difference.

Today bits stuck up all over the place, and they tiptoed carefully around him, asking gently if there was anything wrong. Sirius smiled charmingly, and shrugged off their questions easily.

How could he tell them he couldn’t get a pair of greying pants out of his mind, out of his dreams?

Buttons

Prince Charming didn’t change things that worked. Cinders was especially fond of Buttons, and if Cinders didn’t get her way there would be hell. She was a feisty little bitch when she was roused. He somewhat regretted marrying her, but there was little else he could do in his situation. There must be a royal succession ensured.

But if, occasionally, Charming would sneak down to the kitchens late at night, and find Buttons sitting there waiting for him, and if sometimes his bed wasn’t slept in… she was quite happy to ignore that.

He could buy her anything she wanted.

from Underlucius

Firedamp

He coughed again. He knew, somehow, that this was it. He hadn’t seen Death, not yet, but there was still time.

The rocks were being shifted from above, but he could hear the flint heads of old Dwarf made pickaxes striking sparks off the rocks. He would shout a warning, but the air was thick with a smell that he wished he didn’t recognise, and he couldn’t catch his breath. He hoped he didn’t end up taking too many of the dwarfs with him, hoped to the gods that Carrot wouldn’t be there.

He would. He was always there. Always.

I cannot believe I wrote Cinderella slash... =)

EDIT: A/N Buttons is a character in Cinderella pantomimes. He was Cinders' friend, and was unrequitedly in love with her. He tends to end up with the fairy godmother. If there is a famous male in the panto, he'll play buttons. Or one of the ugly sisters. Cinderella and Charming, meanwhile, are both played by girls. Pantos are odd.