Twenty-two Drabbles - all pairings - up to R

For : ceilidh
Pairing : Ron/Draco
Prompt : you know you want to!
Words : 113
Rating : PG-13 for language

Ron stomped angrily up the stairs.

How could Harry let that arse stay here? Harry had watched the little ferret betray Professor Dumbledore, watched him flee into the night, back to the arms of his Death Eater friends.

And now, just because the bastard was in danger, he had given him refuge.

And that arsing-buggering-fucking painting of old Mrs Black had fawned all over him.

And Ron just wanted to spit.

To punch.

To curse.

To press him up against the wall when they passed on the stairs and bite his neck.

And, every time they passed on the stairs, Malfoy raised his eyebrows, as if to say, ‘you know you want to!’

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For : gillybaz
Pairing : Petunia/Snape
Prompt : apron strings
Words : 140
Rating : R

Potter never had any imagination.

Did he really think I was so shallow as to hate him for what his father did when we were boys?

Did he really think I betrayed Dumbledore because I had any love for the Dark Lord?

Well, he was too young to remember, I suppose.

Remember when I had been one of people who kept an eye on him at the home of his Muggle relatives.

I’d been one of the youngest in the Order at that time, and I had been in disguise as the Muggle ‘milkman’.

Until I bent to leave the bottles on the doorstep and had been grabbed by the collar, hauled into the house and tied to the banisters with an apron while by his bony aunt knelt before me and unbuttoned my trousers.

Potter never had any imagination.

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For : shandydann
Pairing : Blaise/Hermione
Prompt : Theasauri plus pancakes with bacon and maple syrup
Words : 210 – and didn’t manage to fit in a Thesaurus – unless you count Hermione, who is a walking Thesuarus
Rating : G

She’d never paid him much attention before.

The Slytherin attack had always been led by Malfoy, with his goons on each shoulder, flanking him – the rest of the house in an amorphous wedge behind him.

But he didn’t actually seem too bad, when she’d heard him speak at a Slug Club meeting.

He had the same lazy drawl as Malfoy, but he smiled as he spoke, a dazzling flash of white teeth.

And he always had something interesting to contribute, some story of his travels with his mother to whichever country her latest husband came from.

Maybe that was what drew her attention to him.

She loved to travel.

Yes, that was it.

She sighed, and dragged her eyes away from the Slytherin table yet again, to find Ron frowning at her.

“You,” he said, through a mouthful of sausage, and pointing at her with another one, speared on his fork. “Were staring at Zabini again.”

“I wasn’t staring, Ron.”

“What’s so fascinating about Zabini?” Ron demanded.

“I never said he was fascinating,” she snapped. “He’s…”

“What?” demanded Ron, grumpily.

“His fourth step-father was American,” she said weakly.

“So?”

“So, that is why he is having pancakes with bacon and maple syrup for breakfast. The house elves make is especially.”

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For : lightstarangel
Pairing : Harry/Cedric
Prompt : bubbles
Words : 106
Rating : PG

Harry shifted nervously from foot to bare foot and watched as the huge bath filled in a ridiculously short time.

He shivered in his dressing gown, despite the damp heat in the Prefects’ bathroom.

Cedric may be a brainless git, who held Cho’s hand everywhere they went in an unnecessarily revolting way, but when he had leant closer and breathed, “not a bad place for a bath,” against Harry’s neck, well.

Well.

Harry shed his dressing gown and slipped into the bubbles, feeling them pop against his body as he slid through them.

He wished Cho would stop holding Cedric’s hand in that unnecessarily revolting way,

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For : brightsun301
Pairing : Neville/Snape
Prompt : Fluff/Mistletoe
Words : 100
Rating : PG-13

Neville moaned.

He was on his hands and knees in the Potions dungeon.

Sweat trickled down the back of his neck and itched under his arms and behind his knees.

He bit his lip and his hands scrabbled uselessly at the floor as Snape loomed over him.

He closed his eyes.

“Ten points from Mr Longbottom, for dropping his mistletoe under his desk,” Snape drawled. “Does it not say that the mistletoe must be picked and charmed in utterly sterile conditions? That fluff covered monstrosity will melt through another cauldron should you dare add it to the Draught of Death.”

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For : florahart
Pairing : Cedric/Charlie
Prompt : with heat and a warthog.
Words : 377
Rating : PG

Charlie took one last turn around the dragons’ enclosure before turning in.

They had settled in better than he’d expected, and were curled up round their clutches of eggs, smoke curling from their nostrils as they dozed.

He dug his fingertips into a half-healed burn on his forearm and swore under his breath. Blasted Horntail.

A twig cracked in the undergrowth behind him and he heard a gasp.

Turning on his heel he saw a very white face in the darkness.

“Who’s there?” he called, softly and a figure stepped into the open. “Diggory?” he asked.

“Yeah, sorry, Weasley, I, uh, Potter said it was dragons, but…”

“You didn’t want to believe him,” Charlie laughed.

Cedric nodded.

“C’mon,” Charlie whispered, tilting his head towards his tent.

Cedric trailed after him and Charlie led the way inside. The boy had certainly grown up since Charlie left school; he’d been Hufflepuff’s up and coming Seeker the last time Charlie had seen him, but now he had to tip his head back to look up at the white face.

“Dragons?” Cedric moaned and bit his lip. “I don’t know anything about dragons.”

“Dragons aren’t a problem,” Charlie said, handing him a beer and watching his throat work as he brought it to his lips and tipped his head back. “You think like a Seeker, you’ll get the Snitch.”

Cedric laughed, nervously. “It’s times like this that I feel really, really Muggleborn,” he muttered.

Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve always known that dragons were real,” Cedric explained. “But all I can think about is the fire and the teeth and the claws.”

“Fire, teeth and claws can be exciting,” Charlie remarked, taking the bottle from the younger man’s unresisting hand and running a fingernail down that tempting throat.

Cedric’s eyes opened very wide and he caught his breath as Charlie leant in and bit his neck.

“Yeah,” Cedric murmured, his hands coming up to grab at Charlie’s shirt. “Exciting.”

“Hot,” Charlie murmured against his skin.

“Hot,” Cedric echoed.

“So, worried about the dragon?” Charlie asked him, their lips just millimetres apart.

“Dragon?” Cedric breathed. “Hakuna Matata.”

“What?” Charlie asked, looking at him and frowning.

“Nothing,” Cedric said. “It’s a new Muggle film, it doesn’t matter.”

Charlie shrugged and their mouths met.

[note: warthog?? *snort* You are just lucky that (a) The Lion King was released in the UK on 7th October 1994 and Harry first saw the dragons on November 21st 1994, and (b) I put too much effort into researching stupid things.]

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For : certifieddork
Pairing : Ron/Viktor
Prompt : the number thirteen.
Words : 134
Rating : G - plus character death

Hermione had been missing for months.

Ron had been determined not to give up hope, but he knew the exact moment when she died.

Not because of any telepathic link or any romantic nonsense.

He had been looking out of the window when Charlie and Krum arrived in the Square.

They were standing outside number thirteen and arguing in low voices.

The gist seemed to be that Charlie was pointing at number twelve, but Viktor couldn't see it.

Well, of course he couldn't.

Hermione was the Order's new Secret Keeper, and she'd have to tell Krum herself before he'd be able to see the house.

And then, suddenly, it happened.

Krum's face lit up as the house burst into view, and then crumpled with anguish as he realised that the Secret Keeper had died.

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For : literaryll
Pairing : Goyle/Draco
Prompt : Crumbs
Words : 124
Rating : R

Draco sighed.

Things weren't like this when his father was free.

When Lucius was free, when he had Crabbe and Goyle senior under his thumb, when Crabbe and Goyle junior received regular letters reminding them that they must help Malfoy junior with whatever he needed.

Draco could lock the dorm door and Goyle would kneel gratefully at his feet and take his cock deep in his throat and suck enthusiastically.

But now?

Well, the door had been locked, the minion had been on his knees, the blow job had been acceptable.

But he'd been eating a biscuit as he ambled into the room, and he hadn't even bothered swallowing before getting down to business.

And now Draco had biscuit crumbs in his pubic hair.
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For : ciorstaidh
Pairing : Harry/Snape
Prompt : power/effect/properties of something of a phoenix (eg tears/feather? In a potion/wand/direct? Up to you). NO non con, can be AU (if you can make it HBP compliant, you're a genius!) Words : 479
Rating : PG

If Harry looked at it logically, then things were working out better this way.

He hated how happy Snape was to be teaching DADA, but he'd never have got into NEWT Potions otherwise, and he'd never have been given the Prince's book.

But if Harry stopped thinking logically, and watched Snape sneering and tormenting him and his classmates, well, things could hardly be worse.

Harry knew that the Gryffindor sixth years were brilliant at DADA – he'd trained them himself, hadn't he?

But Snape's black eyes glittered as he belittled them and the tension was rising under Harry's skin like an itch.

And today Snape was stalking round the room, running a phoenix feather between his long fingers in an almost sensual way as he lectured them about the talents of phoenixes.

"How is this DADA, anyway?" Harry asked suddenly and the class gasped. "We've done this in Care of Magical Creatures."

Snape smiled and Harry heard Ron swear under his breath. "I'm glad you pointed that out, Mr Potter," he said quietly. "You are right, I haven't brought this with me to teach you about phoenixes. You are NEWT level students and you have to be aware of some of the more obscure things that you could be up against when you face a Dark wizard."

He stopped in front of their desk and used the feather under Harry's chin to tip his face up. Their eyes met and Snape ran the feather down Harry's throat as he spoke.

"You would think that, with their catalogue of wonderful qualities, having a phoenix feather in your wand could only be a good thing. But what happens when a Dark wizard has a phoenix feather core, and he uses that wand for Dark Magic?"

Harry's eyes widened and he licked his lips, nervously. Snape knew. He knew about Harry's wand. And he was going to tell everyone.

Something that was so intimate he had never spoken to anyone but Dumbledore and Sirius about it.

Snape's eyes never left his as the feather trailed down Harry's arm and ran the length of his wand, clasped tightly in his sweaty hand.

"What happens if you use your pure and noble phoenix feather wand against a Dark wizard whose wand contains a feather from the same bird, Potter?"

Harry felt all eyes on him. "I don't know, sir," he said.

Snape’s eyebrows raised and he brought the feather up to run it across his lips. "You don't know, Potter?" he sneered.

"No, sir."

"You've never heard of Priori Incantatem, Potter? Never heard how brother wands connect with each other?"

"No, sir."

"Don't you know what happened when you duelled with the Dark Lord, Potter?"

"No, sir, I don't. And if you do, sir, then I suppose Voldemort must have told you about it."

Gasps. All around him.

"Detention, Potter," Snape whispered. "My office, tonight."

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OK, I couldn't get them to do anything more intimate than that – but at least it's HBP-compliant and sensual…

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For : auntee_mame
Pairing : Ron/Luna
Prompt : alarm clock
Words : 150
Rating : R

Dating Luna wasn't always easy.

He had to check for Wrackspurts before they went to bed.

Most boys got a whiff of something flowery when they nibbled on an ear-lobe; he got a mouthful of radish.

But most boys complained about they way they had to keep trying and pushing and never knew what they'd be allowed to do, where they were allowed to put their hands.

With Luna things were sometimes uncomfortably honest, but he always knew where he stood.

"Would you like to touch my breasts?" she'd asked, the first time he'd kissed her.

And when they had first spent the night together, and he had jolted awake from a fantastic dream the following morning, it had been to find that he wasn't dreaming, that Luna had taken him in her mouth.

"Good morning, Ronald," she'd smiled up at him. "Better than an alarm clock, don't you think?"

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For : aspectsublime
Pairing : Ron/Seamus
Prompt : a cup of tea
Words : 303
Rating : PG-13 for language

The Order was still based at Grimmauld Place, wit Harry’s blessing, and many of their old friends came and went on missions, now that they had all left school.

Neville was fierce about it, almost begging to be sent out, and Hermione was frantic with worry over him.

Harry was never home, and Ginny was used to it.

Dean and Padma seemed to be spending a lot of time debriefing together after a mission.

Ron was in a bad mood.

Not about the missions.

He gritted his teeth and did what he had to.

But the only arms waiting for him when he got back home were his mum’s.

He was grumpy and in a bad mood and felt unloved.

And there was a voice in the back of his head that told him he’d stay unloved unless he made a move.

And the voice had a fucking Irish accent.

So, more to shut the voice up than anything, he went down to the kitchen, where he knew Seamus was rotaed to make dinner.

The Irishman was at the stove, prodding something tentatively with a spoon.

“Seamus?” Ron said, stopping beside him.

“Hmmm?” Seamus said, turning and tipping his face to look up at the taller man.

Who kissed him.

“What the fuck was that?” Seamus demanded.

“Cup of tea?” Ron asked, in a strangled voice, turning to fill the kettle.

“Cup of tea?” Seamus echoed. “No, why should I want a fucking cup of tea?”

“My mum always makes a cup of tea when someone has had a shock,” Ron muttered.

“That wasn’t a shock, you idiot,” Seamus said. “That was a kiss. Maybe that’s your problem, if you can’t tell the difference.”

And he put his hand on the back of Ron’s neck and pulled him down to return the kiss.

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For : _almagitana
Pairing : Ron/Viktor
Prompt : Chess and Durmstrang's fur cloaks
Words : 247
Rating : PG-13

It was cold at Durmstrang.

Freezing.

So Ron could understand the huge fur cloak that the students all wore.

Hermione was in the library – big surprise – teaching Harry a Translating Charm so he could help her read some of the enormous books on Dark Magic.

If any library had something on Horcruxes, it would be this one.

Ron was tucked up on their guest rooms, idly setting up a chessboard and wondering when Harry would be back, when Viktor came in.

“Herm-own-ninny is still reading?” he asked.

“Of course, “ Ron laughed and Viktor smiled at him.

“You play?” he said, nodding at the board.

“A bit,” Ron admitted cautiously.

“We play,” Viktor decided, sitting down opposite him.

Ron shrugged and reached to make his opening move.

Viktor put his hand on the younger man’s/ “We make it more interesting,” he said.

“How?” Ron asked.

“Strip chess,” Viktor said and Ron choked. “You lose a piece, you lose a piece of clothes.”

Ron blinked. It hardly seemed fair that Viktor still had that blasted cloak on, but he was pretty confident that it wouldn’t last long.

“OK,” he said, faintly.

After half an hour, their boots and socks were flung aside and Ron had lost his jumper.

Then Viktor lost a bishop and reached for the clasps of his cloak.

Ron’s smile slid off his face as Viktor’s cloak slid off his shoulders to reveal he was naked underneath.

“Blimey,” Ron said as Viktor reached for him.

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For : bryonyraven
Pairing : Neville/Ginny
Prompt : Snowflakes
Words : 158
Rating : G

Neville hadn’t dared dream he’d still be dancing as the ball ended.

Ginny had looked up at him and rolled her eyes as Ron and Hermione had stormed out of the Great Hall, their bickering voices echoing off the walls as the remaining couples moved to the soft music.

Neville had grinned down at her.

He was so glad that Hermione had turned down his invitation to the ball.

Judging by the way Ron had glared at her and Krum all evening, it would not be a good idea to ask Hermione out ever again.

The last song ended and the Weird Sisters wished them goodnight.

“I’m hot, shall we go for a walk?” he asked Ginny and she tucked her hand under his arm and they strolled outside.

The fairies were drifting away and moonlight bathed the grounds.

He held Ginny’s hand as snowflakes fell and melted as they touched the enchanted air in the enchanted gardens.

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For : ts_marked
Pairing : Ron/Colin
Prompt : the night before xmas would be cool
Words : 105
Rating : PG-13 – and angst!

The rest of the Wizarding World celebrated every year, but the people who had actually been there?

They had a few quiet drinks at the Three Broomsticks, on the house.

Too many of them had been lost, that Christmas Eve, and they drank in their memory, not in celebration.

Then Neville would rest his hand against Hermione’s cheek and take her home.

Ginny would pick up her cane and Dean would carry her to the floo.

And Ron would drain his glass and catch Colin’s eye and they would head upstairs and let themselves remember the boy they had both loved.

And let themselves forget.

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For : winstonmom
Pairing : Ron/Draco
Prompt : denial
Words : 157
Rating : PG-13

“I will not,” Ron complained.

“Yes, you will, Weasley,” Draco said calmly. “I’m in charge of this mission and I asked for you personally.”

“But why would you do that?” Ron whined.

“Because you’re the best man for the job,” Draco smirked.

“I am not,” Ron complained again. “Take Hermione.”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Weasley, stop being excessively stupid,” he said. “Everyone at the club knows I’m queer, how could I show up with a woman?”

“I’m not going to a Muggle gay club,” Ron insisted.

“This is an important mission, Weasley,” Draco snapped. “My contact claimed he’s seen Potter. Don’t you want to find him?”

“Yes, of course I do,” Ron hissed.

“Well, isn’t it worth dressing up in a few tasteful pieces of leather and kneeling at my feet while I talk to my contact?”

He held out what looked like a bridle.

Ron whimpered and covered the bulge in his trousers with a cushion.

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For : empressov
Pairing : Harry
Prompt : Sleepy!Harry/FaultyVibratingCharm!Firebolt
Words : 201
Rating : R

There wasn’t much room in the cave at the foot of the mountain, even with one of them always on watch outside.

So Harry took his broom to bed with him.

He didn’t want Ron or Hermione tripping over it in the night and he might need it at any moment, as there was an anti-Apparition ward around the area that prevented escape except by air.

Maybe he hadn’t been polishing and maintaining it regularly, but he hadn’t realised that there was a fault in the anti-vibration charm that usually only kicked in if the broom was making a particularly steep dive.

And he hadn’t realised that he’d thrown a leg over it as he slept.

And he hadn’t realised that the broom’s gentle vibrations against his cock had him hard as a rock.

And he hadn’t realised that he was grinding down against the shaft.

And it wasn’t until his dream of eels writhing against his body reached its climax and he opened his eyes as he came and gasped, ‘Fish?’ and felt the broom thrumming against him, that he realised it wasn’t a dream.

And that Hermione was watching him, wide eyed, from the other side of the cave.

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For : dramaphile
Pairing : Harry/Cedric/Viktor
Prompt : the maze
Words : 113
Rating : G

Harry stood over Viktor’s prone body, his heart racing, his skin prickling where Cedric’s fingers were wrapped around his wrist.

He could feel his pulse throbbing.

“It wasn’t his fault, Cedric,” he whispered. “Something happened to him in here.”

Cedric’s chest was heaving and his nostrils were flared and he was trembling slightly.

He tried to pull Harry away.

“We can’t just leave him,” Harry said. “At least send up sparks.”

Cedric grimaced, but pointed his wand skywards.

“C’mon,” he whispered, pulling again and Harry followed.

He had to trust that the older boy knew what he was doing, because he hadn’t the faintest idea.

So.

He’d follow Cedric.

And they’d be OK.

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For : crikkita
Pairing : Charlie/Viktor
Prompt : Bulgarian language lessons
Words : 426
Rating : R - plus it’s odd – probably no one else will care…

Of course they had discussed it before.

Charlie was interested in trying it, of course he was.

And he trusted Viktor; that went without saying.

And it wasn’t as if they hadn’t done almost anything you could imagine to each other’s naked sweating bodies.

It was just the tied up thing.

Giving Viktor complete control.

Which was sexy as hell, if he was completely honest with himself.

Charlie had been tied up by a Muggle boyfriend once, but the bloke hadn’t even known that Charlie was a wizard.

Hadn’t realised Charlie could incinerate him with a whispered word.

So.

He hadn’t exactly been the one in control, had he?

But Viktor was different.

Viktor was a very powerful wizard.

And he would have complete and utter control over Charlie’s body.

With spells as well as ropes.

“I vant you to vant it, too, Charlie,” Viktor said. “If it is not vat you vant, ve do something else. Something vith strawberries.”

Charlie laughed.

“I do, Vik, I really do,” he said earnestly. “I guess I have more control issues than I thought.”

“I think it be good for you,” Viktor said. “You need control all day at vork. Must have control of dragons; let me take care of you.”

“When you put it like that,” Charlie said.

“Oh, I do,” Viktor assured him, stroking his lover’s neck with his fingertips. “And ve use safe vord, don’t worry.”

“Safe word?” Charlie echoed, purring as Viktor’s fingers slipped into his hair.

“Ve choose a vord that you vould not use in sex, so I know you vant to stop if you use it,” Viktor explained, biting the throat presented to him as Charlie tipped his head back.

“Like what?” Charlie asked huskily.

“Something very not sexy, something you vould not say ven aroused,” Viktor whispered, swiftly unbuttoning Charlie’s shirt and reaching for him.

“Um, how about ‘orange’?” Charlie asked. “That’s not sexy – what is ‘orange’ in Bulgarian?”

Viktor snorted. “Vell, ‘orange’ is ‘portocal’, but that is such a bad choice of vord - far too sexy!” he said, his fingers stilling on Charlie’s body.

“Why?” whined Charlie as he rubbed himself against Viktor’s hand, trying to get him moving again.

“Orange is sexy because of your hair,” Viktor said, tangling one hand in Charlie’s hair and tugging his head back to kiss him. “Orange is also sexy because sometimes you tie a man up and gag him vith an orange in his mouth.”

Charlie swallowed audibly.

“Ve choose a better vord – I am too aroused by this metaphorical orange.”

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For : untiemybinds
Pairing : Harry/Snape
Prompt : unseen occlumency lessons
Words : 160
Rating : PG

Dumbledore was always far too trusting, but allowing him free access to Potter’s mind?

Giving him free reign to torment the boy during these secret Occlumency lessons?

Severus hadn’t been able to believe his luck when Dumbledore had called him to his office over the Christmas holidays and asked him to do it.

Clearly he had been a very, very good boy this year, because this present was beyond his wildest dreams.

Dumbledore had twinkled at him, with his long white beard and his glasses, and Severus had had to bite his tongue to stop himself saying, “Thank you, Santa!”

And Dumbledore wasn’t even checking up on them; checking that Potter was learning anything.

He could have done things properly.

He could have showed Potter what to do; he could have warned him that everything in his head would be visible to the Legilimens.

But it was just too tempting.

To watch Potter writhing on the floor at his feet.

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For : morganwolfe666
Pairing : Harry/Dumbedore
Prompt : food
Words : 169
Rating : G

Dumbledore had once told him off for sitting night after night in front of the Mirror of Erised.

Told him that it didn’t do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

Yet, here he was in McGonagall’s office yet again, sitting in her chair, feet up on her desk.

Watching.

They’d been at the school for a fortnight now, while Hermione researched in the library and Ron tried to pluck up the courage to ask her out.

And Harry?

He had spent hours at a time in this room.

Watching.

Watching Dumbledore sleeping quietly in his new portrait.

He knew that the other headmasters were watching him .

And he knew that Dumbledore’s portrait was too new, and couldn’t possibly wake up and talk to him yet.

But he watched and waited.

Waited for Dumbledore to wake up and take a painted sweet from the dish at his elbow.

Waited for his fingers to untwist the wrapper and pop it in his mouth as he smiled at Harry.

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For : heidi8
Pairing : Regulus/Remus
Prompt : Xmas Crackers
Words : 246
Rating : PG – I have never written any of these characters, so I don’t know what you expected of them!!

Remus regretted accepting the invitation from the second he sat down at the immense dining table.

No, from the second he entered the house.

But Sirius had been so sodding enthusiastic about it.

Which made no sense, as he loathed his family.

He talked longingly of the day – just a year away now – when he’d be of age and he could leave them for good.

Remus supposed he just wanted someone around over Christmas that he didn’t hate.

So he’d invited Remus for Christmas dinner and Remus had accepted.

And now they were sitting here, Mr and Mrs Black at either end of the table, Remus opposite their sons.

All of them wearing their very best.

Sirius wasn’t looking at his parents, even when they asked him a direct question about school.

Regulus answered, but Sirius’s eyes didn’t leave Remus’s face.

Remus had the impression that Sirius needed him as his safe place.

He picked up an ornate cracker and offered Sirius the other end.

The crackers were Charmed to provide a pocket sized version of whatever you wanted for the recipient and Remus concentrated hard as Sirius smiled and pulled.

Out fell two hats and a small moving figure of a black dog.

Sirius laughed and put his hat on.

Regulus offered Remus the other end of his cracker and Remus took it, swallowing nervously.

He didn’t want to know what Regulus wished for him, but he pulled anyway.

And out fell a silver bullet.

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For : ak_alterego
Pairing : Harry/Cedric
Prompt : Library!sex
Words : 369 – and I cheated, OK?
Rating : R

It was just the three of them at the school over the Christmas holidays – the few students who had come back in September had been sent safely home, and he, Ron and Hermione were here researching in the school library.

Harry had checked the Map before he set off to look for them and they were together in the library.

He wasn't walking especially quietly, he'd just got into quiet habits on this quest.

So, when he rounded the high bookcase, he hadn't expected to see them kissing.

Which would have been bad enough.

Or half naked.

Which he could have coped with.

Even the groping hands and thrusting arses could have been erased from his memory.

If it hadn't been his hands doing the groping, and Cedric's arse doing the thrusting, as he pinned the smaller boy against the wall.

"What the fuck?" he said, loudly, and they jumped apart.

Which ended the glamour, or whatever it was, and left Hermione half naked against the wall, but still holding Ron's cock as he turned away.

"What the fuck?" he repeated.

"Hermione f-found an interesting s-spell," Ron stuttered.

"Ahem!" Harry said, nodding at where Hermione was still gripping Ron's wilting erection.

Hermione squeaked and flushed and dropped it like it burnt her, and they both turned away to do up their clothes.

"It, um," she whispered, facing him, but not looking him in the eye. "It is a variation of a glamour, but you don't chose who you look like. It is controlled by the other person; they focus on someone and you transform. I thought it might be useful, because you could transform Ron and me into extra Harry Potters and confuse the Death Eaters, should it come to that, and…"

"And ?" he interrupted.

"And we thought we'd try it out," Ron explained.

"And you made Hermione look like me, fair enough," Harry said slowly. "But that doesn't explain why you looked like Cedric."

"Well, it'd be my only chance to kiss Cedric, OK?" Hermione said, tipping her chin stubbornly and glaring at him.

"But, you, Ron," he said, frowning. "Why didn't you focus on Fleur, or something?"

"Because it'd be my only chance to kiss you, Harry."

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