Lucius/Narcissa having trouble with teenage Draco :)

“This is your fault, I’ll have you know.”

Lucius gazed at his lovely wife, her blue eyes plainly blazing with fury amidst the serene, calm façade of her expression.

He placed his quill on the desk and tilted his head inquiring, “What, exactly is my fault, my dear?”

“Your son,” she said through clenched teeth. “I found your son and a girl who I’m not entirely sure with whom he is suited in my rose garden in various stages of undress.”

Narcissa’s skin flushed prettily in her cheeks, and Lucius moved across the room to stand before her.

Smiling as he recalled his own trysts in the rose garden as a younger man, he wrapped her in a firm embrace and leaned down, whispering in her ear. “Are you certain it’s my fault, dearest?” he asked charmingly. “After all, I’m not the only one in this room who once used the Malfoy rose gardens for such purposes, am I?”

Narcissa gasped as just before his kiss silenced her.

*grin* Not surprised at all! It is rather eerie how accurate that test is.

Yay for the meme! Hrm, how about Pansy/HP boy of your choice (relationship or merely friendship is up to you as well) with this as the prompt.

*snort*

I wonder who the boy will be?!

*blinks innocently*

Ginny/Blaise - all night cafe

For: Humbuggirl
Pairing: Blaise/Ginny
Prompt: All night café

Ginny’s spoon clinked against the inside of her mug as she stirred her coffee, staring into space.

“Well, well,” Blaise said, “What have we here?”

Ginny stared up at him, unimpressed. “What does it look like, Zabini?”

“It looks like an unescorted Gryffindor in an unseemly part of London,” Blaise replied.

Ginny looked around her. “The only unseemly character I see in here is you,” she retorted.

He slid into the booth beside her. “And do you like the bad boys, Weasley?” He leaned in and let his lips graze along the length of her neck, causing her to shiver.

She closed her eyes and briefly wished there weren’t so many people in the little diner at two in the morning. “Yeah, I like some of them.”

So what do you do when asking? Just say that I want a D/G one, or something more spesific? Like Ginny owning a gun?

Yes, just like that. Is that the prompt you want?

I want River/Jayne! And/or D/G.

Prompt: Sparks

Ginny watched as Harry, Hermione and Ron walked off towards Hagrid's cabin. Harry had assured her that they'd be back soon, and he'd looked sincerely at her, earnestness pouring off of him buckets.

She wanted to deck him.

"Prat," she muttered, as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Well, well, Weasley," a voice drawled from behind her. "Such uncharitable thoughts."

Ginny didn't even have to turn around to know who was speaking. Draco Malfoy seemed to follow her everywhere, like some sort of albino shadow.

"No one rattled your cage, Malfoy," she groused.

He sat down beside her, looking in the same direction, the three others small dots in the distance.

"I've never been one to need prompting to speak."

"Yeah. I've noticed."

"Perhaps you should take a page from my book, so to speak," he suggested, looking at her profile, "and tell them that they're arses."

"They are not!" she protested, eyes trained on the people she could barely see, now. Even as the words left her mouth, she knew how untrue they were.

"Amazing," he said blandly. "How they can be an arse and be forgiven immediately, and I can be an arse and don't rate eye contact. That's something to think about, Weasley."

She felt him leave and when she looked back, he had reached the doors to the castle but was looking steadily at her, hands in his pockets.




(Late, I know.) :D







Edited at 2008-08-15 04:00 pm (UTC)

You already write so much for me. :)

And hooray! You found the internet!

For: Seegrim
Pairing: Pansy/Ron
She didn’t ask for one, but I love her… so

“If I were you, I would stop talking now,” Pansy said briskly, her wand trained on Lavender Brown.

“You’re not going to hex, me you cow, especially not for speaking truth. He doesn’t like you,” she repeated. “He’s only using you because your knickers notoriously easy to get into,” Lavender challenged, her lips twisting into an unattractive smirk.

Pansy sighed. “I told you to stop talking,” she said resignedly, and fired a sleeping hex at the girl, turning when she slumped to the ground and started snoring loudly.

“It’s not true, you know,” Ron offered to Pansy’s retreating back.

She stopped, turned slowly and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“Your knickers were not easy to get into. At all,” he said seriously.

Her chin sank to her chest in defeat, and she chuckled softly, peering up at him through her fringe.

“And I do like you,” he continued softly, taking her into his arms. “Very much.”

She reached up and put her arms around his neck, unmindful of the people staring. She then kissed him slowly and languidly, taking her time and leaving him a bit dazed.

“I like you, too.”

Katie Bell/ Marcus Flint. LOL what can I say, I like crakfic. *grins*

[I like crackfic, too. One of my guilty pleasure pairings!]

For: 13oct
Pairing: Katie Bell/Marcus Flint

“You did so!” Katie bellowed, poking Marcus in the chest. “Admit it!”

“I admit nothing,” Marcus replied with a sneer, batting her little hand away from him and rubbing his chest where it smarted painfully. “You’re imagining things.”

“I’m imagining things? I’m imagining things?!” she all but shrieked, tearing her jumper off over her head. “Look at these!” she said through gritted teeth, indicting the purple-black bruises on her upper arm and torso.

Marcus set his jaw and stared. Did I do that? he thought, furrowing his brow. He took a step towards her and reached out to touch her, stopping just shy of the marks.

She’s so small, he thought to himself, so delicate. He’d never noticed because of the bulky jumpers that she always wore, but now as he was looking at the swell of her breasts rise and fall with her heaving chest, he realized that little Katie bell was much more than a Quidditch rival.

Much, much more.

I'd say Pansy/Ron... but it's YOUR Pansy and HER Ron that I adore... and while I KNOW you could totally do Ron justice, I'm going with Draco/Ginny and Hogwarts era snark.


and as for the quiz - I'm SO not shocked - not in the least. ;)

"Don't smile at me."

"Why, Weasley?" he asked, flashing a row of perfectly straight, white teeth.

"I find it disconcerting. I like it better when you scowl."

"Ah. but now I know it bothers you. Now it's a moral imperative. Now I must smile."

"Stop. It looks... off."

"I've never been 'off' a day in my life, Weasley," he said imperiously.

"I beg to differ," she said, pointing at his teeth, that despite his snobbish air, were still managing to show through his lips in an imitation of a smile. "Off."

He frowned, and the frown deepened into a scowl at her crossed arms.

At his obvious displeasure, Ginny's face broke out into a delighted grin, and she nodded.

"That's much better," she pronounced, shouldering her bag, and leaving in the middle of the hallway, still scowling, as she toddled off to the dungeons for potions.




Bet you thought I forgot! HEE!

I'd like a Trio drabble, please! XD

For: Heyurs
Trio Drabble

“I can’t believe you,” Ron spat, a disgusted look on his face. “That’s just…” he trailed off, unable to find the words. “That’s just not on.” Ron’s voice sounded strained. Blaise Zabini.” He blanched, shaking his head.

“You have no right to judge me, Ronald Weasley,” Hermione argued indignantly. “I know all about you and a certain dark-haired, pug-faced Slytherin girl. She crossed her arms and glared at him, a challenge dancing in her eyes.

Ron looked sharply at Harry.

Harry shrugged. “I didn’t tell her, mate,” he apologized. “It’s all over the school.”

Hermione rounded on Harry. “You knew?” she screeched. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?”

Harry flinched as both of his best friends fixed him with a glare. “How is this my fault?” he asked loudly. “If you two would just see what’s right in front of you…”

Hermione and Ron sized each other up briefly, looked at Harry, and answered simultaneously.

“What do you mean?”

Harry shook his head and sighed. They’ll never figure it out, he thought wryly.

How about Scott Summers/Professor Xavior? No slash....just father/son drabble. :)

woops! sorry, wrong movieverse, LOL.

Alrighy, I think I want Ron/Pansy with this as the prompt! <3

I too scored as an HI, and no... I'm not surprised.

PS... If there is still drabble space left, how about a Draco/Pansy friend piece?