amanuensis1 | Live Witching Hour Drabbling! Three Drabbles.

So we live drabbled! I'm planning to write up something more on The Witching Hour later, but I know you're all here for the porn. Even though what follows is merely suggestive. I know, I know. *hangs head*

Snape/Black, "He who laughs last"

"Nobody's laughing, Black."

"Speak for yourself." Black drew on the cigarette, a few fragments of cherry-red ash escaping from the glowing tip. "I think it's fucking hilarious."

"Do you." Snape couldn't be sure if it was the cigarette holding his attention, or Black's hateful sneer. Either way the prospect of meeting the man's eyes nauseated him. He did it anyway. "Enlighten us."

"Albus dead, Voldemort dead, Harry alive and refusing every medal they want to give him--meanwhile, your greasy mug's the one they're going to set on a fucking statue."

Snape forced a smile. "If you like, I can request another image on the plinth. A war hero should have his faithful dog at his side. Frolicking, fawning...heeling..."

Black blew smoke. "Bite my horcrux."

Harry/Lucius, "Take the money and run"

"You'll never be able to carry all that."

Harry had the satisfaction of seeing Malfoy hit his head on the open door of his treasure cabinet as he shot up into a standing position. "Ah--what--Potter!"

Harry's wand, and wand arm, were steady as a statue's. "I'm lucky I found you first."

Lucius Malfoy, even in desperate post-Voldemort straits, was no begging Pettigrew. He had the gall to look no worse than annoyed. "Put that thing down before I'm forced to do something you'll regret."

Harry snorted. "Yeah? What was it you had in mind?"

"Something I'm going to regret as well." Malfoy gave a great sigh, and extended one of the overspilling galleon sacks towards him. "Be smug, Mr. Potter; you've earned it. You have reduced me to base bribery."

"I'm going to reduce you to matchbox size, is what, if you don't put up your hands and come quietly."

"Not money, then?" The corner of Malfoy's mouth twitched up in far too much amusement for a man in his situation. "Are you waiting for me to offer you sexual favors, Mr. Potter?"

Harry waited a count of three. "Would you?"

Malfoy did not wait. "Of course."

"All that wealth," Harry muttered, "and you've still got a ballock sac even bigger than that money bag."

"Care to find out for sure?" Lucius got in just before Harry hexed him.

James/Snape, "Don't ask, don't tell"

"Don't ask," said James, managing to look woebegone despite the smudges of chocolate sauce daubing his lower torso, the rose petals scattered everywhere including in multiple damp folds of his body, the discarded white crumple of bridal tulle and satin in one corner of the room, his complete nudity, and the equally nude and chocolate-bedaubed figure of Severus Snape draped next to him on the pile of pillows littering the floor of the Room of Requirement.

"Don't tell," snarled Snape, trying to crawl out from under James's leg.

"Didn't SEE!" assured Sirius, backing out the way he'd come and running for the loo where he could empty the roiling contents of his stomach.

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