Drabble Night, May 7, 2004
May. 7th, 2004 10:36 pmThe theme was to give a line (or partial line) of dialogue for the pairing and work that line into the drabble.
"Which one is poison?", Snape/Harry. (challenge by
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"Professor Snape?"
Severus turned to look at his unwanted, but unavoidable (blast Albus) houseguest. Couldn't the boy leave him in peace for even one morning? "What?"
"The, um...the...sweet almond oil, or the bitter. Which one is poison?"
Severus blinked. "The--neither one, you dunderhead. You think I would keep poisonous ingredients in my larder?"
"Oh. I thought--"
"Yes, you thought. Next time try reading your texts. Try remembering what is in them. Honestly, Potter."
It wasn't until ten minutes later that Severus thought to wonder why Potter wanted to know.
The bottle of sweet was gone. Potter wasn't in the larder. Or in the study, or the bath, or in his guestroom.
That left Severus's room.
"Potter, what on earth--FUCK!"
The brat hadn't even locked the bloody door.
The almond smell permeated the room, and Potter's body glistened.
"I was sort of hoping you'd help me test it."
Harry/Draco, "You couldn't be more wrong." (challenge by
sparrohawk)
"Stop picking at that."
"Shut up, Potter. When did you become my designated bed-sitter, anyway? I don't remember asking for you. And if I did remember asking for you, I'd be screaming for a fucking memory wipe."
"Pomfrey's not about to supply that. Stop picking, I said."
"My good looks are ruined."
"You had a burn above your left eyebrow. It's nothing. You'll probably look bloody dashing."
"Ha. Your scar's never made you look anything but a right git."
"My, you're feeling better."
"I'm alive, which is more than I should be. I still don't know who sent the warning that it was a Ministry raid."
"Someone in Gryffindor."
"...You're lying."
"Who fancies you."
"Now I really know you're lying."
"I'm not."
"Figures that Granger couldn't resist my charms after all."
"You couldn't be more wrong."
The kiss was the second thing to take Draco Malfoy by surprise that day.
Remus/Bill: "You have to look a little closer." (challenge by
isiscolo
"What do you think of the house?"
Remus stood in the middle of the study, hands spread helplessly. "Bill, it's--it's lovely. Wonderful. But you can't really want me to move in here with you."
"Said I do, don't I? Y'seen the bookcase behind you?"
Remus looked. "It's quite an assortment of texts, yes."
"You have to look a little closer." Bill stepped up to the bookcase, and pulled a red-jacketed volume--seemingly at random--from the shelf.
The bookcase slid back with a soft click.
Remus stared. Then stared at Bill.
"Leads to a sub-basement. One that's very big. Padded. No need for a cage." Bill ducked his head as though embarrassed. "Screw Snape and his price for Wolfsbane."
Draco/Ron: "best served cold" (challenge by
goseaward)
Ron stared as Draco poured tea for both of them, an absurd flowered mitt protecting his hand from the china pot. "Sugar?"
He nodded.
"Cream?"
"You gonna ask me if I want arsenic next?"
"Shut up, Weasley. I've been told to make nice with you, so you will shut up and drink my tea. I'll even swap you fucking teacups if you want." Draco lifted the glass cover off a dish. "And you're going to eat my blancmange."
Ron spat tea involuntarily. "Do you have any idea how wrong that sounds?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm not the least bit interested in your arse."
"I never said--! Christ, accuse me about MY mind...!"
Draco slammed down the cover. "Stop fucking talking and eat it before it runs. Blancmange is a dish best served cold."
"I think you're mixing your quotations."
"Shut up."
The blancmange was delicious, actually.
"Which one is poison?", Snape/Harry. (challenge by
"Professor Snape?"
Severus turned to look at his unwanted, but unavoidable (blast Albus) houseguest. Couldn't the boy leave him in peace for even one morning? "What?"
"The, um...the...sweet almond oil, or the bitter. Which one is poison?"
Severus blinked. "The--neither one, you dunderhead. You think I would keep poisonous ingredients in my larder?"
"Oh. I thought--"
"Yes, you thought. Next time try reading your texts. Try remembering what is in them. Honestly, Potter."
It wasn't until ten minutes later that Severus thought to wonder why Potter wanted to know.
The bottle of sweet was gone. Potter wasn't in the larder. Or in the study, or the bath, or in his guestroom.
That left Severus's room.
"Potter, what on earth--FUCK!"
The brat hadn't even locked the bloody door.
The almond smell permeated the room, and Potter's body glistened.
"I was sort of hoping you'd help me test it."
Harry/Draco, "You couldn't be more wrong." (challenge by
"Stop picking at that."
"Shut up, Potter. When did you become my designated bed-sitter, anyway? I don't remember asking for you. And if I did remember asking for you, I'd be screaming for a fucking memory wipe."
"Pomfrey's not about to supply that. Stop picking, I said."
"My good looks are ruined."
"You had a burn above your left eyebrow. It's nothing. You'll probably look bloody dashing."
"Ha. Your scar's never made you look anything but a right git."
"My, you're feeling better."
"I'm alive, which is more than I should be. I still don't know who sent the warning that it was a Ministry raid."
"Someone in Gryffindor."
"...You're lying."
"Who fancies you."
"Now I really know you're lying."
"I'm not."
"Figures that Granger couldn't resist my charms after all."
"You couldn't be more wrong."
The kiss was the second thing to take Draco Malfoy by surprise that day.
Remus/Bill: "You have to look a little closer." (challenge by
"What do you think of the house?"
Remus stood in the middle of the study, hands spread helplessly. "Bill, it's--it's lovely. Wonderful. But you can't really want me to move in here with you."
"Said I do, don't I? Y'seen the bookcase behind you?"
Remus looked. "It's quite an assortment of texts, yes."
"You have to look a little closer." Bill stepped up to the bookcase, and pulled a red-jacketed volume--seemingly at random--from the shelf.
The bookcase slid back with a soft click.
Remus stared. Then stared at Bill.
"Leads to a sub-basement. One that's very big. Padded. No need for a cage." Bill ducked his head as though embarrassed. "Screw Snape and his price for Wolfsbane."
Draco/Ron: "best served cold" (challenge by
Ron stared as Draco poured tea for both of them, an absurd flowered mitt protecting his hand from the china pot. "Sugar?"
He nodded.
"Cream?"
"You gonna ask me if I want arsenic next?"
"Shut up, Weasley. I've been told to make nice with you, so you will shut up and drink my tea. I'll even swap you fucking teacups if you want." Draco lifted the glass cover off a dish. "And you're going to eat my blancmange."
Ron spat tea involuntarily. "Do you have any idea how wrong that sounds?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm not the least bit interested in your arse."
"I never said--! Christ, accuse me about MY mind...!"
Draco slammed down the cover. "Stop fucking talking and eat it before it runs. Blancmange is a dish best served cold."
"I think you're mixing your quotations."
"Shut up."
The blancmange was delicious, actually.
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Date: 2004-05-07 07:43 pm (UTC)Your intention may have been humor, but that one made me go awwwwww
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Date: 2004-05-07 11:46 pm (UTC)This is so, so Draco. Prissy and imperious.
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Date: 2004-05-08 07:38 am (UTC)Mmmm, glistening, almond-flavored Potter...
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Date: 2004-05-08 08:45 am (UTC)Oh the Snarry - glistening Harry *goes off to imagine Severus licking it off him*
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Date: 2004-05-08 09:27 am (UTC)pleading patheticallyasking in my journal for folks to write more of this pairing, so I'm thrilled, and it was lovely, o' course.no subject
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Date: 2004-05-08 04:58 pm (UTC)1. Adorable. And I can't help thinking, "And then the Hogwart's Express goes through a tunnel, and fade in on Harry and Sevvy on a shopping spree at Bath & Body Works...".
2. Awww, cute! And, actually, the H/H/D triangle always delights me, although of course Hermione is usually the pivot point....
3. Oh, he just wanted a secret passage behind the bookcase. I know that type. ;) Nice, quiet, romantic. I think that's what I love best about your stories: You can deliver pyrotechnics in quantity with style, but you never need them and often dispense with them because they'd get in the way of The Story.
4. Once again, I am reduced to: BWA-HA-HA-HAA-HA-HA-AH-HA-HA-HA-HAHAHA!!!
Oh, you're just so good.
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Sobriquet :)
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Date: 2004-05-08 07:48 pm (UTC)2. Ah, Hermione's having it off with Ginny. And yes, we can all watch.
3. We ALL want a secret passage behind the bookcase! We're ALL that type! Aren't we? If we're not, I don't want 'em around my lj!
4. And I am reduced to grins and giggles. Thank you so, SO much!
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Date: 2004-05-09 09:05 am (UTC)The Remus/Bill one made me snuffling in a romantical fashion, and the Ron/Draco is just hilarious.
Off to work, raah.
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It was brilliant really.
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