Harry was flung up and down in the air as Voldemort shouted “Crucio!” with delight. There was no pain, no terrible crushing pain, Voldemort’s spells were useless.
The pale, snake-faced Lord ordered Hagrid to carry Harry’s body; Harry felt Hagrid’s sobs making his whole frame shudder. Voldemort stepped lightly over the twigs and leaves on the forest floor, over to where Harry lay as if dead. He brushed the messy fringe from Harry’s face, ran an idle finger down the heartbreaking jawline; softly pressed the full, pink lips that had spoken so harshly to him a moment ago. So young.
July 16, 2010
July 02, 2008
Harry/Voldemort Drabble #1
“Voldemort may know of the connection between your minds, Harry.” Dumbledore had warned, but still he took no heed. If He Who Must Not Be Named knew, this was worth it.
Harry lay back in his four poster bed, sweat dripping down his naked, writhing body. His palms gripped the sheets feverishly as the feeling rose again, spread all through his body and intensified at his very core, before erupting out of him and all over his chest and stomach.
Voldemort, hidden away in the Malfoy’s house, shuddered in his chair - a soft smile playing on his wet lips.
Harry lay back in his four poster bed, sweat dripping down his naked, writhing body. His palms gripped the sheets feverishly as the feeling rose again, spread all through his body and intensified at his very core, before erupting out of him and all over his chest and stomach.
Voldemort, hidden away in the Malfoy’s house, shuddered in his chair - a soft smile playing on his wet lips.
February 25, 2008
Harry/Ron Drabble #2
Harry walked past the wall for the third time, thinking hard. His efforts were rewarded when an ornate door materialised in the stone wall; he turned the heavy handle and went inside, checking behind him that the corridor was empty. When he turned away from the door the splendour of the room took his breath away. There was a large four-poster bed in the middle, with deep purple sheets. Harry imagined Ron's pale leg sticking out from under them, and how much he would like to rip those sheets off, and see Ron lying there in nothing but a smile.
February 19, 2008
Harry/Ron Drabble #1
In the darkness of Hagrid’s hut, Ron pulled open Harry’s robes.
“Come on, Harry, you said you’d let me.”
“I dunno, what if it goes wrong?”
“It won’t, I’ve been practising.” There was a noise outside and they froze.
“What if someone comes in?” asked Harry.
“They all know Hagrid’s away, that’s why Grubbly-Plank is taking Care of Magical Creatures. No-one will come in, stop worrying.”
“Okay, but not too much, incase it won’t go back to normal.”
“You wish.” laughed Ron.
“Okay, let’s do it.” said Harry, and opened his robes.
“Engorgio!” said Ron, waving his wand at Harry.
“Come on, Harry, you said you’d let me.”
“I dunno, what if it goes wrong?”
“It won’t, I’ve been practising.” There was a noise outside and they froze.
“What if someone comes in?” asked Harry.
“They all know Hagrid’s away, that’s why Grubbly-Plank is taking Care of Magical Creatures. No-one will come in, stop worrying.”
“Okay, but not too much, incase it won’t go back to normal.”
“You wish.” laughed Ron.
“Okay, let’s do it.” said Harry, and opened his robes.
“Engorgio!” said Ron, waving his wand at Harry.
February 12, 2008
Daydream Drabble #2
Seamus lazily dipped another soldier into his runny boiled egg, his gaze fixed on a point far away on the other side of the Great Hall. He felt melancholy, but he didn’t know why. Umbridge was nowhere to be seen, Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch Cup, and yet when he thought of that victory, that’s when this strange feeling struck him.
When the Gryffindor team had emerged from the changing rooms, he’d been the first one to run and hug Ron. Pulled him close and felt Ron’s ear against his cheek, red with happiness…
Seamus smiled softly to himself.
When the Gryffindor team had emerged from the changing rooms, he’d been the first one to run and hug Ron. Pulled him close and felt Ron’s ear against his cheek, red with happiness…
Seamus smiled softly to himself.
February 11, 2008
Ron/Draco Drabble #3
Ron waited sullenly outside the Great Hall, he hated himself for doing this to Harry – but he hadn’t seen him in days, he was too busy mooning around with Ginny to notice Ron any more.
Draco Malfoy strode out, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind him. Goyle aimed a kick at Ron’s shin as they walked past, but Malfoy snarled,
“Leave him, Goyle. That runt’s not worth it.” Crabbe and Goyle giggled obediently, but Malfoy winked at Ron.
Later that evening, naked and breathless in each other’s arms, Ron asked Malfoy,
“Why are you such a git?”
“Because I like it.”
Draco Malfoy strode out, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind him. Goyle aimed a kick at Ron’s shin as they walked past, but Malfoy snarled,
“Leave him, Goyle. That runt’s not worth it.” Crabbe and Goyle giggled obediently, but Malfoy winked at Ron.
Later that evening, naked and breathless in each other’s arms, Ron asked Malfoy,
“Why are you such a git?”
“Because I like it.”
January 29, 2008
Dirty Harry Drabble #3
It was dusk, the sun slid gently behind the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Harry, under his cloak, stepped behind a giant fir and waited for Draco Malfoy. A few minutes later, Draco peered into the growing gloom.
“Are you in here, Potter?” he asked shakily, he hated coming into the forest. Harry whipped his cloak off, and stood naked before Malfoy, who shrieked with delight and stripped his clothes off too.
Darkness saw Draco kneeling behind Harry, one hand gripping his hair, the other rubbing up and down his spine.
“Harry, you’re filthy.”
“I know.”
“I meant the mud.”
“Are you in here, Potter?” he asked shakily, he hated coming into the forest. Harry whipped his cloak off, and stood naked before Malfoy, who shrieked with delight and stripped his clothes off too.
Darkness saw Draco kneeling behind Harry, one hand gripping his hair, the other rubbing up and down his spine.
“Harry, you’re filthy.”
“I know.”
“I meant the mud.”
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