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harry potter fic journal of fallenmelody
22 March 2010 @ 04:09 pm
Title: Near the Sea
Author: fallenmelody
Pairing: Rabastan/Narcissa
Word Count & Rating: 969 words, PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything is property of the creators/writers of J.K. Rowling, not me. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Written for 7spells. The prompt was "the sea." My table is here. Not beta-read, because I'm way too impatient for that. If you notice grammar/spelling errors, just let me know and I'll fix them.
Summary: There was nothing one couldn't say to the other. But, more importantly, there was so much that was just understood between the two of them, so many things they didn't need to actually say out loud.

( Perhaps it was the salty smell of the sea that drew her in. )
 
 
harry potter fic journal of fallenmelody
20 March 2010 @ 06:49 pm
Title: The White Birds
Author: fallenmelody
Pairing: Rabastan/Narcissa
Word count & Rating: 529 words, G
Disclaimer: Everything is property of the creators/writers of J.K. Rowling, not me. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Written for 7spells. The prompt was "the white birds." My table is here. People I picture when writing for these two are Claire Danes as Narcissa Black and Ryan Phillippe as Rabastan Lestrange. Not beta-read, because I'm way too impatient for that. If you notice grammar/spelling errors, just let me know and I'll fix them.
Summary: Every part of her brain was clinging to that memory, trying to relive the best moment of her life so far. Her tongue pressed the words against the roof of her mouth. "Expecto patronum!"

( She'd been waiting for this moment for years. )
 
 
harry potter fic journal of fallenmelody
Note: Characters, the magical world, etc, is property of J. K. Rowling, not me. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing with Jo's toys in her sandbox. This is just one of the drabbles I wrote as a request from my friends list. :) There might be a few more, but I'm not sure. I love to write drabbles, though, so expect more soon! ♥


That Would Be Crazy ; Draco/Hermione, PG-13 (393 words) -- requested by vapored (here)

"You need to lighten up. Not everything in life has to be so serious, you know."

"Have you been drinking?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes," she replied haughtily. "I'm allowed you know. It's perfectly legal."

"I know that. I just didn't know you drank," he continued.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Malfoy. Harry usually comes here with Ron after work and they have a few shots before going home. I used to go with them until Ron banned me from having firewhiskey. Apparently, I say everything I'm thinking when I have too many."

"As if that's different from when you're sober."

Hermione shot a glare in his direction and waved the bartender over to refill her glass. It was only her second, not enough to really be drunk, but she was much more relaxed than when he saw her at work a few hours ago. Being the Head of Magical Law Enforcement seemed like a stressful job, even to him, but being an Auror wasn't a cup of tea either. Yet she didn't see him throwing back glass after glass of firewhiskey to relax at the end of the day.

"Don't you do anything fun, Malfoy? Or crazy or anything out of the normal for you?" she asked him suddenly, eying his glass of butterbeer.

"Drinking until I pass out isn't my idea of fun or crazy, Granger," he said with a shake of his head. Draco wasn't quite sure how to handle this situation now. She was being friendly (or as friendly as she could be with him) and that was different from the polite way she spoke to him at the Ministry. She was so close he could touch her if he wanted to, not that he did. She, however, didn't seem to be bothered by the idea, because she hadn't moved away when his hand brushed against her arm on its way to his drink.

"I think you've had enough for the night," he finally said after watching her finish her fourth glass. "Let's get you home."

"Trying to take advantage of me, Malfoy?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as his hand closed around her arm and pulled her from the bar stool she'd been sitting on.

Her shoulder was pressed against his chest when she felt him chuckle softly, his warm breath causing the small hairs on her neck to stand on end. "Now that would be crazy."
 
 
harry potter fic journal of fallenmelody
Note: Characters, the magical world, etc, is property of J. K. Rowling, not me. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing with Jo's toys in her sandbox. These were a few of the shorter drabbles I wrote as requests from my friends list. :) There are quite a few more, but I'm going to spread them out over a few posts so that it doesn't look too cluttered in just one.

Lost
Unrequited Love
Something More
Trust Me


Lost ; Ron/Hermione, G (149 words) -- requested by sensations (here)

Ron comforts her in their darkest hour, in that short time that somehow seems longer than any other moment they've faced Voldemort. Harry is believed to be dead and they are all lost. What chance do we have without him? they murmur. Her shoulders shake violently against his broad chest when someone speaks his name, and his clumsy fingers manage to comb through her curly, brown hair in a way that feels too comfortable and familiar.

Later, when the war is over and he's standing on the battlefield, Ron hates that he feels like so much had been lost in the process that he can't enjoy the victory. Hermione explains to him that it's part of winning. "You have to lose things to win things." He doesn't say anything in response. Instead, he presses his warm palm against her cold one and laces his fingers in the empty spaces between hers.


Unrequited Love ; Harry/Hermione, G (195 words) -- requested by lelymarques (here)

You watch her sitting on the lawn in front of the school five years after the battle and somehow she is exactly the same yet completely different. She's dressed in crimson robes and a yellow flower is tucked in her hair, which is now pulled up into a messy bun. (She always does that when she's deep in thought.) Her lesson plans for her next Transfiguration class are spread across her lap and you don't think she's ever looked more beautiful. Ron used to love her best when she was dressed up (the blue dress she wore to his brother's funeral is his favorite), but not you. Those crimson robes brought out the blush in her cheeks and the hair piled on top of her head let everyone know she didn't want to be bothered, not even by that bushy mane you loved to run your fingers through.

She finally notices you standing a few feet away, and waves you over with crooked fingers and a relaxed smile. You don't regret accepting the job as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a single second when you get to spend every free moment with her.


Something More ; Draco/Hermione, PG-13 (103 words) -- requested by moonstruck_t (here)

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. He wasn't supposed to act charming and witty, and she wasn't supposed to smile at his attempt at joking. He wasn't supposed to sneak peeks at her out of the corner of his eye and she wasn't supposed to catch him doing it. He wasn't supposed to drag her into another room and kiss her like his life depended on it, and she wasn't supposed to pull his shirt over his head quicker than she could spell her name. They weren't supposed to do this every night for two years before he admitted to wanting more.


Trust Me ; Ron & Luna, G (178 words) -- requested by whoopsallgone (here)

After the war, Ron doesn't really sleep. When he does finally pass out at the kitchen table or on the stairs, it's a restless sleep. He dreams of Fred and Bill and You-Know-Who. One night he awakens with a shout and finds Luna sitting beside him, humming a soft tune he's never heard before. She wordlessly hands him a glass of blue liquid he's never seen before and he eyes it warily.

"It'll help you sleep," she says quietly. "No dreams... no nightmares. Trust me, Ron." The way she says it makes him want to drink it, to sob for his brothers, to just trust her. She wraps his large hands around the glass and ruffles his messy red hair before skipping the rest of the way up the stairs, shutting the door of Ginny's bedroom behind her.

Without any more thought about it, Ron swallows the cool liquid in one gulp and waits to fall into a restful sleep, his last conscious thoughts of Luna and how, oddly enough, she easily she fit into his close circle of friends.
 
 
 
harry potter fic journal of fallenmelody
Note: Characters, the magical world, etc, is property of J. K. Rowling, not me. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing with Jo's toys in her sandbox. This is just one of the drabbles I wrote as a request from my friends list. :) There are a few more, but I'm going to spread them out over a few posts so that it doesn't look too cluttered in just one.


Silent Night ; Draco/Asteria, PG-13 (438 words) -- requested by the_birdnest (here)

"Asteria?"

The house was completely silent, which was very unusual for the Malfoy residence, especially on Christmas Eve. After Scorpius was born two years ago, the house had brightened up considerably. There was more color, less black and gray, than there had been. Asteria had even painted the baby's room a light shade of blue and the sitting room a warm shade of green. The sound of her tinkling laughter mingled with Scorpius' giggles always filled the hallways, and the clangs of pots and pans in the kitchen could be heard in his study. (Last year Asteria joined Granger in her quest to free the house elves, starting with their own. She'd been doing the cooking for a year now and Draco had to admit that she looked 'quite darling in an apron'.)

The quiet was unnerving and unfamiliar. His entire childhood had been filled with silence and he had gotten used to the past few years of sound.

"Asteria?" Draco called again, worry seeping into his voice. He couldn't help it. After the war ended and he fell in love with Asteria, he found out what it was like to care for someone so much that you worry when they're gone from the room for a moment too long.

His footsteps were loud and his voice echoed through the house when he reached the top floor. He quickened his strides and peeked his head into each of the rooms as he passed. When he reached their bedroom, he pushed the door open and found his wife sitting on the edge of the bed in a black nightgown that he bought her for her last birthday. She smiled sweetly at him and he let out a small sigh of relief.

"Why didn't you answer me when I called for you? I was... worried." Draco hesitated on the last word, but choked it out all the same. He could hardly concentrate on using complete sentences when she was sitting there in that.

"I only just got back from leaving Scorpius with your mother. She wanted him to spend the night tonight. We're going over there before he wakes up in the morning for breakfast and then presents," she replied casually as he pulled off his tie and cupped her face in his hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."

"Mmm, it's alright" was the only response she received before he covered her mouth with his. She pulled him further onto the bed, her hands finding their way up the back of his shirt. As she rubbed her palms and fingertips over his pointed shoulder blades, Asteria whispered a breathless "Merry Christmas" against his lips.