The Rest of the Drabbles
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rillaliciousOkay, here are the rest of them! And again, I'm not so good at keeping them drabble-length.
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ravyn2k
SS/HG, Severus persuading Hermione to dump Ron for him
“You will leave him anyway. We both know that.”
Hermione stuck her chin in the air. “Regardless, I don’t intend to do it for your benefit.”
“Whose benefit for, then?” he said, smoothly, one long fingertip trailing the line of her shoulder, across the back of her neck.
She shivered. “Mine.”
“So you are leaving him.”
“Eventually.”
His finger paused at the base of her neck, and then she felt him flick open the top button of her blouse. She closed her eyes.
“Eventually isn’t soon enough.” His voice was dark and warm, drifting over her neck and shoulders. Another button opened, followed by another.
“No one even knows you’re alive yet,” she said.
“No one but you.” His lips touched her skin.
“Not yet,” she said, pulling away. “But soon.”
She brushed her fingertips over his lips, then reached for her cloak, pulling it over her shoulders, over those three buttons on her blouse, still open, still holding a secret promise of someday, someday soon.
And then she was gone.
Forpandora_nervosa
SS/HG, Hermione giving birth to Severus's first child
“You did this to me, you know,” she says through tight lips, her forehead glistening with small beads of sweat.
“I should hope I did. I’d hate to think I was putting up with this much abuse in order to watch you welp a Weasley.”
Her lips quirk up, even as she squeezes her eyes shut through a contraction. Her hips rise from the bed, slightly. A low groan turns into the audible string of curse words, growing more inventive and impressive as the contraction wears on. Finally, it’s over.
“There is a bed waiting for you at St. Mungo’s,” he says. “They have potions there.”
“Mind over matter,” she says, breathing deeply in the interim.
“Muggle nonsense.”
“Shh,” she whispers, and the midwife returns.
“We’re almost there,” says the woman, who is more of a lovely young girl, glowing and beautiful and wearing a body that has not been stretched and pulled and squeezed by a tiny being that wants to escape. For a moment, Hermione hates her.
But the midwife is kind, so kind, and she’s instructing Severus to grip Hermione’s hand, and before Hermione can say, “You should have known to do that on your own!” there is another contraction.
The midwife is between her legs now, and modesty is a long forgotten virtue as Hermione squats on the bed, braced on Severus’s shoulders, amused at his horror despite the intensity of it all.
“You can’t tell me,” she says breathlessly, “that Voldemort never did anything more horrifying than this.”
For the first time since she was eleven years old, he is speechless. And then there is a head and the midwife is beaming and the baby is sliding out (because everything after that head is easy now), and Severus’s eyes are wider than she has ever seen them before.
“Girl,” he says, as they set the towel-wrapped infant in his arms. She thinks that she heard his voice crack, just the slightest bit, in that single syllable, and she closes her eyes against the pillow, listening to her daughter’s soft mews, and his even breath.
Forgrrarrg0908
A/N: This is AU Aftermath RPG canon, with a darkish twist.<3
Lee/Draco, Angst/UST/ST
The silence goes on forever. Finally Malfoy sets the file aside.
“So?” says Lee.
Malfoy’s lips quirk. “Before I give you my decision, I just want to make sure we’re clear on a few things.”
Lee grits his teeth. Here it comes.
“First of all,” says Malfoy, “you’re asking me for help?”
“I’m paying you for your services.”
“Not yet. I haven’t agreed to take your case yet, Jordan.”
Lee takes a deep breath through his nose. “Right.”
Malfoy glances at the file again. “It says here that Theo was the arresting Auror.”
Everything inside Lee twists. “Yeah, well.”
“Tell me something,” Malfoy says, and Lee knows he’s enjoying this. “Did you jump into Pucey’s bed the second you got out of that cell or did you have the decency to wait until Theo wasn’t looking?”
“Fuck you, Draco,” Lee says in a low, dangerous voice.
“Me too?” Draco says, raising an eyebrow. “My, you get around these days, Lee.”
That’s it.
Lee jumps the desk, papers and quills flying everywhere, and tackles Malfoy to the floor, his fingers digging into Malfoy’s shoulders as he holds him there.
“That’s no way to treat your lawyer, Lee,” Malfoy says, his voice tight with the weight of Lee’s body on top of him.
“Thought you didn’t agree to take my case yet,” Lee says, breathing hard, too aware that he’s lying on top of the other man. Too aware that it’s been a long time since he’s touched anyone. He’s hard, and frustrated, and fuck, it’s nearly impossible to think about anything else right now.
Lee presses into Malfoy one more time, then pulls himself up. They’re both panting. Malfoy rises up on his elbows.
“I feel like I should offer you a cigarette after that.”
Lee licks his lips and looks away.
“I’ll take your case, Lee. Because Theo asked me to.” Malfoy rights his chair and sits down again.
Lee is still on the floor. He nods. His hands are shaking. Malfoy is still talking.
“But we’re going to have to work on your self-control.”
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ravyn2kSS/HG, Severus persuading Hermione to dump Ron for him
“You will leave him anyway. We both know that.”
Hermione stuck her chin in the air. “Regardless, I don’t intend to do it for your benefit.”
“Whose benefit for, then?” he said, smoothly, one long fingertip trailing the line of her shoulder, across the back of her neck.
She shivered. “Mine.”
“So you are leaving him.”
“Eventually.”
His finger paused at the base of her neck, and then she felt him flick open the top button of her blouse. She closed her eyes.
“Eventually isn’t soon enough.” His voice was dark and warm, drifting over her neck and shoulders. Another button opened, followed by another.
“No one even knows you’re alive yet,” she said.
“No one but you.” His lips touched her skin.
“Not yet,” she said, pulling away. “But soon.”
She brushed her fingertips over his lips, then reached for her cloak, pulling it over her shoulders, over those three buttons on her blouse, still open, still holding a secret promise of someday, someday soon.
And then she was gone.
For
pandora_nervosaSS/HG, Hermione giving birth to Severus's first child
“You did this to me, you know,” she says through tight lips, her forehead glistening with small beads of sweat.
“I should hope I did. I’d hate to think I was putting up with this much abuse in order to watch you welp a Weasley.”
Her lips quirk up, even as she squeezes her eyes shut through a contraction. Her hips rise from the bed, slightly. A low groan turns into the audible string of curse words, growing more inventive and impressive as the contraction wears on. Finally, it’s over.
“There is a bed waiting for you at St. Mungo’s,” he says. “They have potions there.”
“Mind over matter,” she says, breathing deeply in the interim.
“Muggle nonsense.”
“Shh,” she whispers, and the midwife returns.
“We’re almost there,” says the woman, who is more of a lovely young girl, glowing and beautiful and wearing a body that has not been stretched and pulled and squeezed by a tiny being that wants to escape. For a moment, Hermione hates her.
But the midwife is kind, so kind, and she’s instructing Severus to grip Hermione’s hand, and before Hermione can say, “You should have known to do that on your own!” there is another contraction.
The midwife is between her legs now, and modesty is a long forgotten virtue as Hermione squats on the bed, braced on Severus’s shoulders, amused at his horror despite the intensity of it all.
“You can’t tell me,” she says breathlessly, “that Voldemort never did anything more horrifying than this.”
For the first time since she was eleven years old, he is speechless. And then there is a head and the midwife is beaming and the baby is sliding out (because everything after that head is easy now), and Severus’s eyes are wider than she has ever seen them before.
“Girl,” he says, as they set the towel-wrapped infant in his arms. She thinks that she heard his voice crack, just the slightest bit, in that single syllable, and she closes her eyes against the pillow, listening to her daughter’s soft mews, and his even breath.
For
grrarrg0908A/N: This is AU Aftermath RPG canon, with a darkish twist.<3
Lee/Draco, Angst/UST/ST
The silence goes on forever. Finally Malfoy sets the file aside.
“So?” says Lee.
Malfoy’s lips quirk. “Before I give you my decision, I just want to make sure we’re clear on a few things.”
Lee grits his teeth. Here it comes.
“First of all,” says Malfoy, “you’re asking me for help?”
“I’m paying you for your services.”
“Not yet. I haven’t agreed to take your case yet, Jordan.”
Lee takes a deep breath through his nose. “Right.”
Malfoy glances at the file again. “It says here that Theo was the arresting Auror.”
Everything inside Lee twists. “Yeah, well.”
“Tell me something,” Malfoy says, and Lee knows he’s enjoying this. “Did you jump into Pucey’s bed the second you got out of that cell or did you have the decency to wait until Theo wasn’t looking?”
“Fuck you, Draco,” Lee says in a low, dangerous voice.
“Me too?” Draco says, raising an eyebrow. “My, you get around these days, Lee.”
That’s it.
Lee jumps the desk, papers and quills flying everywhere, and tackles Malfoy to the floor, his fingers digging into Malfoy’s shoulders as he holds him there.
“That’s no way to treat your lawyer, Lee,” Malfoy says, his voice tight with the weight of Lee’s body on top of him.
“Thought you didn’t agree to take my case yet,” Lee says, breathing hard, too aware that he’s lying on top of the other man. Too aware that it’s been a long time since he’s touched anyone. He’s hard, and frustrated, and fuck, it’s nearly impossible to think about anything else right now.
Lee presses into Malfoy one more time, then pulls himself up. They’re both panting. Malfoy rises up on his elbows.
“I feel like I should offer you a cigarette after that.”
Lee licks his lips and looks away.
“I’ll take your case, Lee. Because Theo asked me to.” Malfoy rights his chair and sits down again.
Lee is still on the floor. He nods. His hands are shaking. Malfoy is still talking.
“But we’re going to have to work on your self-control.”
