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I Don't Want to Look Both Ways!!

slytheringurrl — Mon, 14 Jan 2013 22:30:25 GMT

Title: I Don't Want to Look Both Ways!!
Author:
slytheringurrl
Rating: G
Word Count: 531
Notes/Warning: Enjoy! Written based off a prompt found at H&V! Thanks to
pagan_toon76 or betaing!!!
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“Why is it necessary to look both ways?”Draco asked with a moan from the driver’s seat of the car.

Hermione sighed. She had explained this so many times, and now, she just wanted to slap her fiancé across the face for being a clueless git.

“Have you ever tried crossing a road without looking both ways? Before you can even open your mouth to say “I’m Draco Malfoy”, a car may be close enough to hit you. And what would you do in that situation? Do you think you can avoid the car? No. You freeze. You freeze because you're too scared to think. Do you think the driver will be able to swerve and avoid you? No! Because he’s either too scared to have the proper reflexes for that, or he was planning on running you over anyway, because he doesn’t care! Draco, you need to look both ways so you won't be that driver!”

Poor Draco was still stuck on the fact that someone would even think of running him over. “But, nobody is going to run me over, Hermione. I'm too special.” Draco wore a proud look on his face that just radiated off him.

“Honestly, Draco, you need to look both ways. Or else you’ll fail the test. Or end up killing someone. Or yourself.”

At this point, she was completely ready to make Draco pull over and make him walk. It's all right, she thought. Just take deep breaths.

By that point, Draco was already planning on using magic to make his life easier, and he told Hermione just that.

“I don't care. I can Confound the driving instructor. And no idiot would try to kill me. I'm an ex-Death Eater. I'd come and kill them when I become a ghost.”
“Who said you would become a ghost when you die?”

“I did.”

"Ugh! You are so annoying," Hermione said in an exasperated tone.

“So are you. Why can't I just drive without passing this test?”

“Because.”

“Why?”

“Stop acting like a child, Draco. Pass the damn test and then you can drive your car wherever you want.”

“Okay.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

At that moment, Hermione finally lost her cool.

“Ahhh!”

“Shut up, Hermione!”

* * *

“Are you ready, Draco?” asked the driving instructor.

Draco inwardly smirked. With a little help on his side, why wouldn’t he be ready?

“I’m definitely ready!”
“Okay then, let’s get started!”

Draco slowly shifted the agency's car into gear and drove along the road.

“Good job. Now, we’re at an intersection. What should you first do before turning?”

“Look both ways!”

* * *

“Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy! You’ve passed your driving test.”

I knew I could do this.

Thrilled, Draco got into his own car -a bright red Ferrari California- that Blaise had dropped off and drove towards the flat he shared with his fiancée, eager to boast of his new accomplishment.

* * *

“Hermione, look!”
Draco ran into the kitchen, where Hermione was washing up.

“Hello, love. What’s up?”

“Got my license. See? I can drive now! I told you I could do it.”

Hermione just laughed. “I never doubted it. Congratulations! Now, you can drive your car.”

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Drabble List

vegetasbubble — Mon, 29 Oct 2012 00:14:32 GMT

Don't know if this is allowed so mods feel free to remove if so.

Recently I have been absent from the Dramione fandom (I know, shock horror), so I have written myself 150 (yes you read that right) prompts to write a drabble too. The drabbles will be between 500 and 1000 words so I will be writing a lot of Dramione.

The list of prompts is located here for you all to view so feel free.

I am also taking suggestions for more prompts after I have finished these all.

Dramione Halloween withdrawal

icicle33 — Sun, 21 Oct 2012 23:13:59 GMT

I'm not sure if this post is allowed, so mods please remove if it's not. However, I'm missing the dramione Halloween drabble challenge so much! Last year was so much fun!

= ( = ( = (

Does anybody else feel the same?

Valentine's Day Challenge Winners & Banners

alexia_drake — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 03:00:27 GMT

Poll for the Valentine's Day Prompts

alexia_drake — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 04:45:25 GMT

Thank you for your participation in the 2012 Valentine's Day Challenge :) If you need to refresh your mind for some of the drabbles, click on their title to open it in a new window. If you made comments on the entries, they might help you to remember the story and/or help you make your choice.

+ Vote for the drabble that you think fits the Best for each prompt.
+ Do NOT vote for yourself ! I can see who vote for who.
+ The Winners/Banners will be posted as soon as we have enough votes.

View Poll: Poll for the Valentine's Day Prompts

The Knight V. The Ogre

mihnn — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 03:51:47 GMT

Title: The Knight V. The Ogre
Author: mihnn
Rating: PG13
Notes/Warning: Prompt 7. All 3.

"Once upon a time, in a Kingdom far, far away, there lived a baby named Cupid who used to shoot people with arrows-"

"That sounds violent."

Her husband glared at her. "Do you mind?"

Hermione shrugged. "Fine. Continue."

Giving her a pointed look, he looked at his sleeping daughter. "Then an evil wizard used the most evil magic to turn Cupid evil. Cupid turned so evil that he shot a beautiful Princess so she would be paired with a poor, messy, evil, red-headed git named-"

"Draco!"

"Ogre," he amended. "Named Ro-"

"And then she met another git named-"

"You're stealing my story."

"And you're not saying it right."

"How about you let me finish before you make a judgement?"

Hermione sighed. "Fine."

Draco continued. "One day, the most handsome and richest Knight of all the land who also happened to have a great head of golden locks-"

Hermione snorted, only to earn a glare from the story-teller. "At least his hair was better than the Princess'."

Finding his rendition extremely insulting, Hermione pinched him, to which her husband responded by snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. "What did the Prince do then?"

"He turned the Cupid good again so that the Princess could fall in love with the Knight."

"Did they live happily ever after?"

"They did. And the Princess was so happy that she put on lacy knickers and allowed the Prince to tie her up and ravage her ceaselessly."

Hermione laughed. "You're lucky our child is only one year old."

"No," Draco said mischievously. "You're lucky she's a deep sleeper."

Before Hermione could say anything else, Draco had tossed her over his shoulder, making her stifle a surprised yelp as she was hauled bodily into their bedroom.

Her body thrummed with excitement. What a wonderful Valentine's Day this turned out to be.

Valentine's Challenge Prompt 7: Home for the Holidays

a_frozen_second — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 06:59:53 GMT

Title: Home for the Holidays
Author: a_frozen_second
Rating: G
Word Count: ~450
Notes/Warning: More fluff, as if I haven't written enough already for this fest. Valentine's Day Challenge Prompt 7: Cupid / Panties / Incarcerous

Hermione awoke with a scowl. She showered with a scowl, ate breakfast with a scowl, went to work with a scowl and came home with a scowl. God, she detested Valentine's Day.

Hermione had always detested Valentine's Day. Even the years she had someone to celebrate with, she couldn't get over her hatred of flying Cupids, sappy couples, and…pink.

The last few years with Draco, he had showered her with gifts and attention, as if to make up for usually being completely self-absorbed. But this year, he was away for work until the end of the week. Draco went away regularly, and while a week was on the long side, it wasn't out of the ordinary. But somehow the holiday, despite her intense dislike of it, made her miss him more than she usually did.

Her permanent scowl deepened at the sight of a box of chocolates and a letter on her kitchen table. She threw her cloak over a chair, poured herself a glass of wine, and brought the chocolates and the letter to the living room.

She sat down heavily on her couch. Taking a large gulp of wine and a chocolate from the box, she opened the letter.

"Dear Hermione," she read to herself, annoyance in her voice. "Blah blah blah miss you blah blah blah work work work blah blah blah thinking of you in those lacy black knickers — "

She threw the letter on the side table behind her and took another sip of her wine. Trust Draco to mention her panties in something that otherwise could have been romantic.

"Boo!"

Hermione shrieked, barely keeping her wine from spilling as she jumped from her seat. Her wand was out of her pocket and she was hexing the intruder before she even processed who was in her living room.

"Draco!"

"Erm, Hermione, did you really have to use Incarcerous?"

Hermione blushed, releasing the spell. She went over to him and helped him off the floor. "I'm so sorry, Draco, I just wasn't expecting you."

"I can see that," Draco said, rubbing his stomach where the ropes had been especially tight.

"What are you doing here?"

"I figured you'd be brooding — "

"I don't brood! You're the brooder!"

Draco laughed and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her against him. Hermione stood on her toes to kiss him.

"I can't believe you hexed me."

Hermione threw her head back, laughing. "I'm glad you're here, Draco. Valentine's Day is just so… aggravating."

"Well as are you! I'm surprised you don't get along."

Hermione smacked him. "Thanks for coming home, Draco."

He grinned widely at her, and she grinned back.

Valentine's Challenge Prompt 7: Unwanted Visitors

shy_of_reality — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 05:21:52 GMT

Title: Unwanted Visitors
Author: shy_of_reality
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 598
Notes/Warning: Prompt 7 (Cupid / Panties / Incarcerous)

What was supposed to have been a quiet night for himself and Hermione had turned into a complete disaster.

First, Pansy had shown up, muttering about her boyfriend being a complete arse for proposing to her on Valentine’s Day.

Then Ron, her boyfriend, had turned up and started yelling at her for leaving him on bended knee in a crowded restaurant.

Draco had wanted to Incarcerous both of them, but Hermione refused to let him. She reminded him that he was the one who had played Cupid and set their best friends up.

Not stupid enough to admit the only reason he set Ron up with Pansy was so he’d stop sniffing around Hermione, he had pretended to care as Pansy and Ron vented their frustration at him in the study. His mind had wondered to the silk panties he knew Hermione was wearing and to how he couldn’t wait to get them off of her that night.

The sound of an arm chair being knocked over had pulled him out of his thoughts and he was shocked to find Ron and Pansy in the tipped over chair snogging. He had felt vomit rise to his throat as Ron’s hands cupped Pansy’s arse and ran out of the room with his hands over his eyes.

Any hope he’d had of things going quietly after that had been dashed when he had arrived in the sitting room to find Hermione dealing with a situation of her own: a battle of the Potters. As the fight had gone on, he gathered that Harry had been a bit too friendly with a waitress or at least that was how a very pregnant Ginny had interpreted it. Then before their very eyes, Ginny had gone from mad as hell to a sex craved fiend who had all but pulled Harry out of the room by the front of his shirt looking for a guestroom.

He and Hermione had sat on their sofa for an hour before Ron and Pansy had reappeared, both looking properly disheveled and it was in this post-coitus state that Pansy showed off a diamond ring so big that Draco thought he’d been blinded. Then the happy couple had said their goodbyes and left via the floo network to do some more celebrating at her place, Draco was sure.

Harry and Ginny had returned shortly after both looking tired but content. Their goodbyes had been a lot less exciting with Ginny promising to floo call Hermione later in the week to schedule a time for them to go shopping for the baby before they too had left via the floo network.

As soon as Harry disappeared in the green flames, Draco locked the fireplace as Hermione tightened wards upon the house; they didn’t want any more visitors.

With the promise of bringing a treat with her, Hermione sent Draco upstairs to get the bedroom ready. Smiling to herself, she went into the kitchen and put together a tray of strawberries, whip cream, two wine glasses and a bottle of champagne then headed to their room.

Upon getting to their room, however, she found Draco passed out on their bed wearing only his slacks and a sock. Setting the tray of goodies down, she finished undressing him then repositioned him on the bed and tucked him in.

Before undressing herself, she cast a cooling charm on the tray of goodies then stripped until she was only wearing her silky red bra and panties. Then she climbed in bed next to Draco and fell asleep with her head on his chest.

Valentine's Day Challenge Prompt 7: "Her Mysterious Abductor, Her Secret Something"

crissytje — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 20:14:05 GMT

Title: Her Mysterious Abductor, Her Secret Something
Author: crissytje
Rating: R
Word Count: 1499
Notes/Warning: It’s rated R for something. All three words of prompt 7 are used.

Hermione left the ministry in a very foul mood. For the first time in a few weeks she had left early instead of staying after hours. She hated cupid for creating so many lovey-dovey couples. All her female coworkers had gotten something for Valentine today except her. They had gotten chocolate and/or Valentine’s cards and/or flowers. Normally she wouldn’t care except it was really humiliating being on the receiving end of those pitying looks. Whenever she came into the room all talks about who’s boyfriend had given what to who or their plans for the evening had halted immediately. The change of subjects were too abrupt to be coincidental. She had had to grind her teeth to stop her from snarling at them.

She needed a walk to calm herself, that was why she hadn’t apparated to her home directly. Suddenly she became aware of somebody following her. Her heartbeat accelerated and she shook her sleeve inconspicuously to let her wand glide into her hand. She pulled her hair over her left shoulder so she could glance over her right one unsuspiciously. Nobody. She dropped her handbag and when she bend over to pick it up she looked under her left armpit to check out the situation. Nothing. She frowned. She looked left, then right and then turned around to look behind her. Not a single person next to her nor behind her following her. Was she getting paranoia? She took a deep breath to calm her breathing and turned back around to continue her walk. But the feeling of being watched didn’t disappear.

“Don’t panic Hermione.” She muttered under her breath. “Look for a dark alley and apparate home immediately.”

When she spotted one a few meters further on the right side, she quickened her steps. On the way there she threw a few glances behind her shoulder just to make sure there was still no one behind her. When she reached the alley she tried to apparate. But nothing happened.

She cursed. Anti-apparation wards. There was someone there because someone must have putted it there and that person was a wizard or a witch. Maybe even a dangerous one. She drew her wand and cautiously made her way backwards out of the alley. A rustle startled her and made her turn back around, stunning spell on her tongue. A sudden movement made her act.

“Stupify”

“Petrificus Totalus”

Her body froze up and while she began to fall she wondered if her spell had reached its target. But when she was caught against a broad male chest she knew she had failed. She hadn’t even seen her attacker and how the hell had she managed to get caught. She had survived a damn war for Merlin’s sake.

Her attacker’s arms encircled her body and pulled her tightly against him. She felt his head drop and then his mouth against her ear.

“Sttt.” He whispered. “It’s ok. I mean you no harm.”

‘What do you mean you mean me no harm. You have me body-bonded.’ She thought angrily. ‘It’s almost as bad as an Incarcerous.’

“It’s only because you would never willingly go with me.” He continued.

‘And with reason, look at what you did to me. When I get loose I’ll make sure-’

But she never got to finish her thought. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled away in a Side-Along Apparition. So he had lifted the anti-apparation wards, which means he was the one that had put them up.

The first thing she noticed when they had landed was the soft carpet under her feet. Then she noticed the exquisite antique mahogany furnitures, the beautiful carved wardrobe, the large book case filled with books taking most part of one wall, the two Louis XVI chairs coated with green velvet on each side of the window and of course the king size bed in the middle of the room. What she didn’t see was her abductor and it looked like that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon because a silk shawl was being draped over her eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for a very long time Hermione” He whispered huskily.
“You’ve always caught my eyes, making sure they could never leave you.” He sighed and stroked her arms tenderly.
“I kept waiting for the right time, watching. But my patience finally ran out.”

Oh great. Someone that was obsessed with her. Just her luck. Why couldn’t some normal nice guy fall in love with her. She was smart, successful, friendly, some even say funny and her hair had gotten less fluffy. She was a good catch right?

“I’m sorry for the blindfold but I still don’t want you to know who I am. I’ll make it up to you by bringing you to heights you've never been. That's a promise.” He continued while gently pushing her forward. From what she had seen of the room, she had a sinking feeling that it was in the direction of the bed. And indeed she was right, the moment he turned her around and pushed her onto something soft en silky her suspicion was confirmed. The bed it was.

With a quick spell she was both naked and bonded to the bedposts with silk scarfs.

The first kiss sended a shiver through her body, it had been too long and she blamed it on that. His mouth went from her lips to her earlobe, sucking and rolling his tongue around it while his hands were caressing her fingers, then going up the length of her arm to her shoulders. The mouth didn’t linger on her ear, it kissed its way down her jaw to the place on her throat where her Carotid artery was and began licking and sucking there. It was only when she heard herself moan that she realized that the body-bind had been lifted. He continued with his ministrations, his hands now moved to her breasts, softly massaging them while his mouth followed, kissing its way down, licking the hollow of her throat then going to her right breast and taking her nipple into his mouth. One swipe with his tongue. Then a suck. And then a soft blow. He repeated with the left one.

She should struggle now right?

His hands were now caressing their way down her body, making round circles on her belly.

This was technically rape right? But she couldn’t help herself but give another moan. She scolded herself for it.

His mouth now left a trail of open mouthed kisses to her belly button and encircled it with his tongue. In. Around. Blow.

She should scream now right? Trash her body up and down to try to get him of her. But somehow she couldn’t. It felt too good. It was like he was worshipping her body. Nobody had ever done that. Ron was all about taking, but he was all about giving. His arousal was very evident against her leg and even though he sometimes rubbed himself against her to relieve some of the tension he only thought of her pleasure. And she wanted that pleasure so badly.

Her hips writhed of their own volition, her body demanding him to go lower. So he obliged.
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When she woke up the next morning her eyes were free to see again. She turned to the person sleeping next to her and found him smiling and then smirking at her.

"So, did you like your Valentine's present?" Draco drawled. "Though I must admit, my dear wife, you really have some wicked fantasies. Me being a longtime secret fancier dying to worship your body?" He chuckled softly.

She smiled a sated smile thinking about last night and how he had made her body sing.
"No more wicked than me being your bought sex slave, my dear husband" She grinned but then she sobered.
"You were right."

"About what?"

"I also don't want to hide our marriage anymore."

"What made you change your mind?"

"I’ve thought about what you said and you were right. It's time to face our friends together and let the truth out into the world. Our marriage is too precious to be a dirty little secret. And I think we're now strong enough, our relationship is now strong enough to overcome any difficulties thrown our way."

That being left out yesterday gave her the last push she had needed for making that decision she was never going to tell him. It was going to be her little dirty secret that she was going to take to her grave. Call her vain but she had her pride and like every girl she also wanted to brag. She had never said she was perfect.

"It's not because of yesterday?" He asked suspiciously.

She hated that he knew her so well. Best to change subject.

"So Draco, where did you leave my panties? Don't tell me you ‘forgot’ where you threw them again, I swear you have a treasure box full of my knickers."

Valentine's Day Challenge Prompt 7: "The Folly of Venus"

xfsista — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 00:08:56 GMT

Title: The Folly of Venus
Author: xfsista
Rating: R
Word Count: 544
Notes/Warning: Prompt 7 (Cupid / Panties / Incarcerous) / Sexual Suggestiveness

He watched through the window as she prepared for bed, removing her clothes and setting a book on her bedside table. He should have felt bad for spying on her like this, but he didn’t. Instead, he admired the shapely body in the sensible knickers. When she stepped into her bathroom, he took the opportunity to slip into her bedroom like a thief in the night.

Now wearing a short, blue dressing gown, she entered the bedroom again as she rubbed lotion into her hands.

“All alone on Valentine’s, Granger?”

Startled, she jumped with a small squeal. Before she could get her full bearings, he cast an Incarcerous; the unexpected weight of the heavy ropes around her body caused her to stumble and fall down backwards onto the bed.

Hermione flushed with anger and embarrassment at being caught unaware.

“How did you get in here, Malfoy?” she growled while trying to wrestle out of the binds.

Draco leaned over her closely with one hand on each side of her head. Ignoring her question, he said, “Do you know the story of Cupid, Granger?”

Perplexed, she stopped squirming and stared at him.

“There was a beautiful mortal girl named Psyche,” he continued as he trailed his fingertips along her brow and down her cheek. “The goddess Venus was jealous of her, so she sent her son, Cupid, to shoot the girl with one of his arrows and force her to fall in love with a hideous creature.”

Hermione stared at him confused, but enraptured.

“But Cupid made a mistake,” he said. “When he approached Psyche, he accidentally scratched himself.” Draco looked Hermione directly in the eye. “He fell in love with her and could no longer continue his mission. It changed everything.”

Hermione’s heart pounded violently in her chest. “Why are you telling me this?”

Draco leaned down until his lips were a hairsbreadth from hers and whispered, “Everything’s changed.” She whimpered as his mouth crushed hers. Despite whom he was and the situation she was in, Hermione found herself overwhelmed by his passion and returned the kiss enthusiastically.

The heat of the moment quickly turned cold when she felt his hands creep under her dressing gown.

She pulled back quickly. “What are you doing?!”

“Don’t worry, love. I’m not going to defile you. Just taking a souvenir,” he said. Draco slid her panties down her legs and stuffed them into his pocket.

Hermione flushed deeply, and Draco chuckled.

“Here.“ He placed a bit of parchment in her hand and curled her fingers around it. “Let me leave something for you, too.” He leaned forward again and kissed her temple. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Granger,” he whispered in her ear.

Then, he was gone, the ropes disappearing along with him.

Stunned by what had just happened, Hermione didn’t move for several moments. When the heat of his body had totally dissipated and her breathing was once again normal, she sat up and looked at the parchment in her hands. Carefully, she unfolded it; her mouth went dry when she read it. It was a list of locations of Death Eater safe houses and places where prisoners were being kept.

Draco Malfoy had given her intelligence from the other side; he was changing sides.

Everything had changed.

Valentines Prompt 7: Tricks

missrebecca_12 — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 14:29:08 GMT

Title: Tricks
Author: missrebecca_12
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 292
Notes/Warnings: Panties & incarcerous

Hermione stormed through the corridors, her hair practically crackling with outraged magic. Her hands clenched into fists by her sides, oh when she got a hold of him, she would make him pay. She’d been happily reading a book in the library, when she’d felt something terribly odd below her skirts, and then the strangest sensation crept over her. She wasn’t wearing any knickers!

But that was preposterous; she remembered putting them on just that morning before getting dressed. They were part of a delightful little set she’d bought for a certain someone this Valentines. She’d been positively squirming all day thinking about what he’d say when he saw them. Only now they seemed to be gone, and Hermione knew just who to blame.

“Draco Malfoy!” She called, as she turned a corner in the enormous mansion and saw her husband attempting to dash around a door frame.

However, he wasn’t quick enough and Hermione managed to cast an incarcerous just in time to catch him. He fell with a heavy thump and a groan upon the lush carpeting of the parlour into which he’d attempted to make his escape.

The brown haired witch stalked towards him, smirking at his prone form. She rolled him over with her foot and snatched the black lace panties from his hand. He didn’t even attempt to look apologetic as she slipped the garment back on under her skirt, being careful to give him a good eyeful. He licked his lips and smiled lasciviously.

“I hope you enjoyed that, Darling,” she drawled, mimicking his lazy tones perfectly. “Because it’s all you’re going to see tonight.”

She left him whinging and moaning as she returned to the library, having no intention of sticking true to her words.

Valentine's Day Challenge - Prompt 7 (Final)

alexia_drake — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 04:50:37 GMT

Valentine's Day Drabbles Challenge - The Final 3 Words for Prompt 7 :

Cupid / Panties / Incarcerous

You can read the description of Incarcerous here at Lexicon if you need it, and it may also help for inspiration.

You have 3 days to write and post a final drabble between 100-1499 words based on this prompt. You can use one, two or all three words. More details can be found on the Valentine's Day Challenge post if you did not read it.

The POLL will be posted in 3 days, February 12th, around 11pm Eastern Time Zone. Happy drabbling everyone!

Please remember that your story cannot continue from what you wrote for the previous prompts, and to include the prompt number in the Notes/Warning section, and to tag your entry with your username, word count, and valentine2012.

Valentine's Day Challenge Prompt 6: "We’re Only Trying To Protect You"

crissytje — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 15:12:27 GMT

Title: We’re Only Trying To Protect You
Author: crissytje
Rating: R
Word Count: 1499
Notes/Warning: One bad word. One small mild sexual scene. Takes place in AU seventh year or canon eighth where everyone goes back to Hogwarts. All of the three prompts were used.

“This is a bad idea.” Harry said to Ron while they were making their way through the halls to the Head common room. “Hermione is going to kill us when she finds us.”

“If she finds us.” Ron answered back, finally stopping in front of a portrait of a little English cottage. “But she won’t. That’s what the invisibility cloak is for.” “Carpe Diem.”

They both stepped inside the doorway created by the opened portrait.

“I still think it’s a bad idea. She trusted us when she gave us the password of her common room and we’re betraying that trust.” Harry now lowered his voice while searching for the best position to hide.

“It’s for her own good. We’re just looking out for her.” Ron was watching the staircase leading to the head bedrooms and listening for any sound that indicated someone coming down.

“She’s been acting very strange since Christmas, not like herself.” He now whispered too.
“She’s been spending much less time with us than usually, she’s been having that dreamy look on her face more and more during mealtimes and she has moved her studying to her common room instead of the library with us. Yesterday we even caught her giggling with Lavender and talking about tomorrow’s Valentine’s day when we stepped out of the classroom after Potions with Slytherin. Giggling? With Lavender? See something wrong here? Even you have to admit that’s out of character.”

Harry grudgingly admitted that. “There. Next to the fireplace and in front the window is a good spot to hide.” He pointed at the spot. “We would have the whole view of the room and they won’t walk into us there.”

They made their way there quickly and settled themselves comfortably. After all they didn’t know how long they would have to wait for any results. When they were in position Ron continued.

“But the scariest thing is that she volunteered to do patrols with Malfoy of all people. Can you be-”

“Malfoy?” Harry hissed back, halting in the act of pulling the cloak over them. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“She begged me not to.” Ron confessed. “Said you were going to make a fuss about it.”

“Didn’t you make one?”

“Of course I did. We had a big argument about it. She said it was so they could discuss head stuff when they were patrolling. It would save her a lot of time. Bollocks if you asked me. She still spends a lot of time with Malfoy doing so called head duties, too much to my liking. Maybe that stupid ferret did something to her, she would never spent so much time with him willingly. Why I have no ide-”

“You should have told me!” Harry now spat angrily but finally putting the cloak on them.

No sooner had he done that when someone was heard coming down the stairs.

‘I just did’ Ron mouthed and shuffled closer to Harry to make sure that every spot of them was covered. It really wouldn’t do them any good to be discovered hiding here. Hermione's wrath would be hellish.

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Draco knocked on Hermione’s bedroom door.

“Granger, I have a Charms problem I wanted to discuss with you, can you meet me in the common room?” He was waiting for an answer when suddenly a loud thud and then a curse was heard coming from her room.
“Are you alright?” There was some rustling but no answer back.
“Alright, I’m coming in Hermione.” He was just about to open her door when a ‘NO’ was shouted at him.
He hesitated. “If you’re sure you’re ok.”

“I’m fine.” Hermione then finally answered his question. “Go to the common room, I’ll meet you there in five minutes.”

He made his way down the stairs and walked to where he had left his bag after the lessons to take out his Charms book, a few sheet of parchment and a quill. Then he settled himself into the loveseat in front of the fireplace to wait for Hermione. He didn’t have to wait long, after only two minutes he heard her coming down the stairs and turned around to greet her. The sight before him made his eyes widen and his mouth go dry. Hermione was standing on the last step of the stairs, leaning against the wall with her forearm and dressed in only red bra covered with flowery black lace fitted with its bikini slip, red silky stockings and black high-heel stilettos. All thoughts of his Charms essay flew out of the window and the study materials were cleared off the loveseat onto the carpet immediately. Bye Charms essay, hello hot girlfriend that-he-wanted-naked-as-fast-as-possible. She smiled a sultry smile.

“Happy Valentine Draco” She breathed huskily.

He swallowed hard, not able to keep his eyes off her. “It’s not Valentine yet.” He answered in a thick voice but then berated himself. ‘Shut up you idiot. If she wanted to give him his gift early, who was he to interfere.’

She smiled again. “I know, I wanted to give you an early present.”

She stepped down the last step and made her way to him swaying her hips seductively on the way. He was sure all the blood he had in his body had gone south. And when she straddled him he couldn't help but trust his hips forward and reach out to hold her hips against his. She smirked knowingly at him and let her hands glide to her breasts to palm them and began caressing them. When she then rocked her core against his erection, he couldn’t help but groan from the sight before him and the sensation she gave him. She moved her hands to her back, planning to unhook her bra he guessed but he didn’t want that. He wanted to undress her and he was about to tell her to stop.

“Stop!” Wait. That wasn’t his voice.

Hermione briskly stopped with what she was doing and both their eyes flew to the voices coming from the window next to the fireplace. At first he was confused but then an invisibility cloak was thrown off and two bodies emerged from under it.

---

They couldn’t believe what they were seeing, for a few minutes they were too stunned to do anything but gape. But when she was about to take off her bra they finally jumped into action.

“Stop!” They both yelled at the same time.

“What do you think you are you doing Hermione?”

“Ferret face, get your filthy hands of our Hermione!”

“Harry! Ron! What are you guys doing here?” Hermione jumped up from his lap surprised and shocked.

Draco had jumped up too and had stepped protectively in front of her, shielding her with his body. He shrugged off his outer robe and passed it behind him to her.

“Why are you fraternizing with the enemy Hermione.” Harry asked upset.

“I’m certain this is all your doing ferret, what have you done to her.” Ron pointed at Draco, his face flushed with anger.
.
“Fraternizing? What are-”

“I have done noth-”

But they didn’t let them finish.

“How long has this been going on?” Harry looked at Hermione pointingly.

“Did you give her a love potion? She would never willingly do that with you.”

Draco glared at Ron. “She has been for-”

“Why are you sneaking behind our backs?

“And why are you Malfoy willingly touching a mudblood. Sorry Hermione no offense. Are you using her?”

Draco and Hermione both looked indignant.

“I would never do that!”

“I can’t believe I saw that. I think I need to obliviate myself. Malfoy? Why Hermione? Why?

“Harry, you’re blaming the wrong person, I’m sure Hermione is innocent and Malfoy there has coerced her into it. Maybe he’s even using Imperius on her. Hey Malfoy, release her now or Harry and I are going to teach you what real pain is.”

Draco looked on the verge of pummeling Ron to the ground and teach him what real pain was.

“Out!” Hermione finally snapped, startling them both. “Get out now!” She glared furiously at them.

“But.”

“What?”

They both stammered.

“You heard me, I said get out.”

“We still have to talk about this.”

“We still have to hex the Ferret.”

“Harry.” She hissed. “We will but not right now. Right now as you both have seen I’m not dressed for it and I’m pissed as hell for being spied on by my two supposed best friends. I trusted you guys with the password.”

“Ron” She spat at him. “You will not hex my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” They both exclaimed shocked.

“Now I’m certain he put her un-”

Hermione pulled Draco’s wand out of the sleeve of his robe.

“If you don’t get out now.” She now threatened. “I’m going to hex you two and I’ll assure you even with Draco’s wand it’ll be painful.”

They looked at her, then at each other and then both scrambled out of the portrait hole.

Stilettos in Blue - Valentine's Challenge Prompt 6

leopion — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 12:27:59 GMT

Title: Stilettos in Blue
Author: leopion
Rating: G
Word Count: 573
Notes/Warnings: A bit OOC, I guess.
Written for prompt 6: stilettos/ stocking/ Invisibility Cloak

It is an infatuation. She knows it won’t last. Or that is what she’s kept telling herself anyway.

She can’t pinpoint the reason for her sudden attraction to him really. It can’t have been his looks. If it was, she would have fallen for him a decade ago. He looks older and more mature now, of course, but they all do after the war. It certainly can’t have been good conversations. Those are civil now—which is something new—though they contain little more than the polite greetings and some administrative issues. They never discuss their work due to different research areas and, obviously, the fact that they were both Unspeakables. She has seen him work through the lab window, however—seen his fingers handling the various vials so gently his touch almost seems like a caress, seen his blonde brows furrowing in concentration at a hard problem, and seen his grey eyes lighting up at the wonder he’s just discovered. He isn’t aware of her or of anyone else then, and it’s fine by her. She probably does the same every time she sets foot in her lab.

***

She goes to the Ministry Ball alone. It’s not that no one wants to be her date. She just dreads the implication of going together on St Valentine’s Day.

Once she has finished wrestling with her disobedient hair (a French twist with a few strands of curls framing her face), the preparation seems much easier. She picks out a halter top dress made of sky-blue silk that falls just above her knees at the front but trails down at the back and flows behind her. The outfit is then completed with a slightly darker velvet wrap, silver filigree earrings (but no necklace), and pair of matching blue stilettos. She’s always known that blue suits her, as evident during the Yule Ball. Nevertheless, a tiny part of her attests that her choice of colour has more to do with an absentminded comment of his the other day. She used to think his favourite colour was green or silver or even black.

***

He’s already there when she arrives. Her war hero status guarantees that her entrance attracts not little attention, but she only cares about his reaction. He politely inclines his head at her direction before turning back to some Ministry workers she does not know. She feels her heart sink a little, but at least he appears to have come alone.

Half an hour later, she finds herself talking to him and a few other colleagues. He is polite as usual, but his mind seems to be elsewhere. Among the pleasantries and strictly non-work-related conversations, she wishes he would just ignore her. That way she would know that it was deliberate, that he actually noticed her. In reality, he sees her but doesn’t really look at her. It makes her feel more invisible than when she was hiding under Harry’s cloak.

Her breath hitches as she notices, finally notices the source of his distraction across the room and the way he looks at her. She does not cry, but she suspects her voice might have cracked a little as she excuses herself from the group.

She cannot trust herself to walk on those high and pointy heels anymore, so she slips out of them and makes her way to the Apparition point. Somehow, her heart feels colder than her stocking feet on the marble floor.

Valentine's Day Challenge Prompt 6: "Naughty"

xfsista — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 05:14:52 GMT

Title: Naughty
Author: xfsista
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 743
Notes/Warning: Prompt 6 (Stilettos / Stockings / Invisibility Cloak) / Mild Suggestiveness

Hermione Granger was a nice girl. Everyone said so. But from time to time, Hermione wished she could be just a little bit naughty. Not that there was anything wrong with being nice. Most of the time, she took pride in her reputation as a paragon of all that was virtuous.

As she looked at her appearance in the mirror, all evidence of that good girl was gone. She was wearing a black corset trimmed in red; her knickers with a ruffled bottom matched. Her usually natural makeup was dark and sultry, and her hair was pulled up to draw attention to her graceful neck. She rolled silk stockings up her legs and hooked them to a lacy suspender belt. Finally, she stepped into a pair of impossibly tall black stiletto shoes.

Yes, the good girl was not there. In her place was a wicked temptress.

Hermione wrapped herself up in Harry’s Invisibility Cloak -- he would die if he ever knew why she borrowed it -- and Apparated outside of Malfoy Manor. The plan was to slip inside and into Draco’s bedroom without being noticed. It was going to be a challenge as there was a huge Valentine’s soiree taking place.

It was a chilly night in Wiltshire and the Invisibility Cloak’s uses did not include keeping one warm, so with a quick wave of her wand, she silenced the click-clack of her shoes and made her way through the entrance.

The main room was far more crowded than she anticipated. She looked longingly at the staircase situated on the opposite side. It was going to take a bit of stealth to get through undetected.

Holding her breath, she tip-toed across the room, carefully dodging dancing party-goers and floating serving trays. She broke into a sweat when she was nearly plowed over by a drunk Gregory Goyle making his way to the loo.

As her foot touched the bottom step, she sighed in relief.

Her relief, however, was not to last. A draft tickled her thighs and she looked down to see a house-elf holding the Invisibility Cloak in his hands and waving it about while shouting, “Intruder! Intruder!”

Hermione felt her face go hot as the eyes of 200 guests fell on her.

“Intruder?” someone shouted. “Looks more like the entertainment to me!” The declaration was followed by a chorus of wolf-whistles and laughter.

She wanted to die.

“Enough!” a voice roared. Her gaze found an enraged Draco Malfoy pushing through the crowd towards her. Whipping off his outer dress robe, he draped it over her shoulders and pulled her in close before turning back to the party guests.

“I hope you all got a good look because if I ever see any of you look at my wife with anything but innocence, I will hex you so hard, everyone in a five mile radius will feel it!”

The previously raucous party was now quiet as a tomb as Draco helped her to his room. All that could be heard was his dress shoes on the wood floor and the creaking of the stairs. The second they were out of sight, the crowd broke out into a frenzy.

“Well, that’s one way to let everyone know we’re married,” she mumbled as they crossed the threshold to his bedroom.

Draco whirled on her. “What were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking that I could spend my first Valentine’s as a married woman with my husband! I wanted to surprise you!”

“I’m not the only one who was surprised.” She started to argue back when she realized his anger had drained and he was now wearing a cheeky grin.

Hermione sighed. “We shouldn’t have kept it a secret.”

“I don’t know. That was a pretty dramatic announcement. No one will be able to top that for a while.” He laughed. “Did you see Potter’s face?”

“Harry’s down there?!” Her eyes widened in surprise.

He nodded. “Yes… and a few Weasleys, too.”

She covered her mouth with her hands and gasped. “What about your parents?”

“Luckily, they’re out of the country.”

“But they’ll hear soon enough.”

“We’ll deal with it when they get back.”

“What do we do now?”

He sauntered across the room until he was so close, she could feel his body heat. “Let ‘em all gossip,” he whispered as he pushed his dress robe from her shoulders and smacked her bottom lightly with his hand. “I have a naughty girl to discipline.”

Valentine's Challenge Prompt 6: Invisible

shy_of_reality — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 03:17:10 GMT

Title: Invisible
Author: shy_of_reality
Rating: Between PG-13 and R
Word Count: 934
Notes/Warning: Prompt 6 (Stilettos / Stockings / Invisibility Cloak)

Armed with Harry’s invisibility cloak, she went into Hermione’s bedroom and sat down in the chair in the corner and covered herself.

Hermione showed up twenty minutes later, her arms laden with packages from her shopping trip in Muggle London.

She watched as Hermione laid everything out on the bed then went into the bathroom to shower. She came out a while later and sat down in front of her dressing table to do her makeup and tame her frizzy hair.

Hermione then turned to her bed and removed her dressing gown as she started to dress. She put on a matching set of red lace knickers and bra, followed by a set of black stockings. The sexy, form fitting black dress came next and the pair of ridiculously high stilettos completed the outfit.

She waited a few minutes after Hermione left the bedroom before following her. She found her in the kitchen sipping a glass of wine when there was a knock on the front door.

She stood out of the way as Hermione made her way to the door and let Draco, her boyfriend of nine months, into the house.

“Wow,” was all that came out of his mouth as he took in every inch of her.

Hermione blushed as his eyes continued to work their way over her body.

“I never imagined you dressing like this,” he stated.

“I took a cue from the witches at your office Christmas party,” she replied. “They certainly know how to keep a wizard’s attention.”

“You don’t need to dress like this to keep this wizard’s attention,” he stated. “You have my attention even on the days where you wear your sweats.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’re too good for this outfit,” he told her. “This look cheapens everything you are.”

Hermione started to cry and pushed past Draco as she ran to her room.

She watched Draco follow Hermione and waited a few moments before heading towards the bedroom herself knowing that he hadn’t shut the door.

She found them standing in the middle of the bedroom, Hermione crying with Draco caressing her face and whispering quietly to her.

“You’re the most beautiful witch I’ve ever met.”

“Your beauty goes all the way to your soul.”

“I love you, Hermione.”

“I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”

“Let me show you how much I love you.”

A stray tear rolled down her cheek as she nodded.

He knelt down and ran his hands down the stocking of her left leg until he reached her foot. He gently lifted her leg and slipped the stiletto off her foot. Then he reached his hands up her dress and began to roll the stocking down her leg and off her foot. He repeated the process on her right leg before standing up.

“You have beautiful legs, Hermione,” he said before kissing her lips. “And sexy feet.” He kissed her again. “Turn around.”

She turned and he pulled the zipper down on her dress then helped her slip her arms from the sleeves. As the dress fell to a pool around her feet, she turned and looked at him.

“Something is still not Hermione,” he said before reaching over and messing up her hair. “Yes. There she is. There is my beautiful Hermione.”

“The knickers and bra are new, too,” she stated.

“Yes, but that’s the kind of spice I like,” he smiled. “Plus, no one else gets to see them. Only you and me.”

“So what should I wear for our date tonight?”

“How about we skip the reservations?” He suggested. “I can make us some dinner later.”

“What would we do now?”

All three of them knew the answer to that question.

Draco picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He set her down then quickly undressed himself before joining her on the bed.

She watched as Hermione’s bra and knickers were thrown across the room and closed her eyes as the sounds of kissing and sex filled the room. Sitting here now, she could still feel Draco’s mouth on her exposed skin.

When Hermione’s cries filled the room with Draco’s moans echoed them, she knew it was almost time to go. She waited until the action on the bed stilled and Draco pulled the blankets over them, before she quietly made her exit.

Once in the sitting room, she used the floo network to go to Harry and Ginny’s place and returned the invisibility cloak to the secret cupboard in Harry’s study. Then she returned home and changed out of the clothes she had been wearing and into the white button down shirt that Draco had been wearing when he arrived earlier that evening.

She hid in the pantry as she heard herself come into the kitchen and waited several minutes after all sound had ceased, before looking to see if the coast was clear. The kitchen was empty and one glance at the clock told her everything she needed to know, she was in the clear. Her past-self had already left to relive the moment that she had just relived herself.

Stepping out of the pantry, she set to work trying to figure out what to make for dinner. She had just decided on scrambled eggs when Draco came into the kitchen.

“I thought I said I’d make dinner,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” she replied. “You’re cute when you sleep.”

“You’re cute all the time,” he smirked. “I love you, Hermione.”

“I love you, too, Draco,” she replied.

Valentine's Challenge Prompt 6: Valentine's Day Plans

a_frozen_second — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 21:14:42 GMT

Title: Valentine's Day Plans
Author: a_frozen_second
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400
Notes/Warnings: Valentine's Day Challenge Prompt 6: Stilettos / Stockings / Invisibility Cloak

"'I don't want to do anything for Valentine's Day this year,' she said and left before I could even react!" Draco said.

Greg shook his head and sighed. "Women."

"She obviously wants you to do something anyway," Blaise said. "It's a test."

"I think she's testing him to see if he goes against her word," Greg countered. "You know Hermione's all about truth and honesty and all that Gryffindor Goodness stuff."

"Or maybe she's going to surprise you! You're going to come home from work on Valentine's Day, unsure if you should have bought her flowers, and she'll be on your bed, waiting for you wearing only a pair of stilettos!" Blaise said.

"Hermione doesn't own any stilettos, Blaise," Draco said.

Blaise winked. "Exactly."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"It's like that time Pansy said she didn't want us to get her anything for Christmas, but then she put gifts in our stockings and was mad we didn't put anything in hers," Greg said.

"Except that's Pansy," said Draco. "Pansy always expects the most gifts."

"You could borrow Potter's Invisibility Cloak and eavesdrop on Hermione and her girlfriends," Blaise suggested.

Draco thought about it for a few moments, but shook his head. "I'd have an easier time convincing Potter to just tell me what he knows."

"So do that," said Greg.

"He wouldn't tell me. Loyalty and respect and all that Gryffindor Goodness stuff."

The three men sighed.

"What I don't get," Draco said, "Is that last year Hermione was so excited to spend Valentine's Day with me. Said she had never had a proper Valentine's Day before."

"Maybe she didn't enjoy it last year."

"She seemed like she had a great time! She thanked me for it the next day and everything."

"Maybe she doesn't think this year could be any better than last year and doesn't want to ruin what Valentine's Day is in her mind," Blaise said.

Draco and Greg stared at him. "When did you become a girl?" Draco said.

Blaise glared at him. "Sorry for trying to help."

Draco sighed again. "I just wish she wasn't so complicated."

"It's Granger."

"I know," Draco said, "but why does that mean she has to make everything difficult?”

"She's your girlfriend; you know her better than either of us," Blaise said.

Greg nodded. "It looks like you're just going to have figure this one out on your own, mate."

Valentine's Day Challenge - Prompt 6

alexia_drake — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 04:40:19 GMT

The other Mod is too sick to post her words, so I'm posting them.

Valentine's Day Drabbles Challenge - 3 Words for Prompt 6 :

Stilettos / Stockings / Invisibility Cloak

You can read the description of Invisibility Cloak here at Lexicon if you need it, and it may also help for inspiration.

You have 3 days to write and post a drabble between 100-1499 words based on this prompt. You can use one, two or all three words, and remember that your drabble should involve Valentine's Day somehow. More details can be found on the Valentine's Day Challenge post if you did not read it. The final prompt will be posted in 3 days, February 9, around 11pm Eastern Time Zone. Happy drabbling everyone!

Please remember that your story cannot continue from what you wrote for the previous prompts, to include the prompt number in the Notes/Warning section, and to tag your entry with your username, word count, and valentine2012.

Valentine's Day Challenge Prompt 5: "What Her Heart Desires The Most"

crissytje — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 04:01:14 GMT

Title: What Her Heart Desires The Most
Author: crissytje
Rating: G
Word Count: 855
Notes/Warning: All three words of prompt 5 are used.

Draco was searching for a Valentine’s present for his girlfriend. She had said she needed a new pensieve because she had dropped her old one. And since Pensieves are not able to be repaired with a Reparo because they are very delicate objects, he was shopping for a new one. She’s been very sad these last few weeks since Crookshanks had died and he wanted to do something about it. Of course she had tried to hide it from him but he knew she missed him a lot, missed having a familiar. She hadn’t been able to throw away his food and water bowl nor had she touched his toys. All placed in a box in the cabin under the sink, she didn’t know he knew but he did. Sometimes when she thinks he’s not looking or isn’t there, she takes out a picture of Crooks and holds it close to her heart. She doesn’t know he has caught her a few times doing it, but he has. He doesn’t think she has any idea how many times she talks about cats or mentions Crooks unknowingly. She doesn’t notice, but he does.

When he asks why she doesn’t get a new pet, she answers that he doesn’t like cats. It was no secret that he and Crookshanks were no buddies. And she’s right of course. He really doesn’t like them. They lose their hair everywhere, he finds them on his clothes, on hers, on his leather sofas, on their bed and it’s disgusting. They think dead animals are good gifts for their caretakers when in fact it scares the living hell out of him every time he finds one in front of their bedroom door. He should let Hermione leave the bedroom first, he tells himself that every time but the problem is that the dead animals scare her even more. They always leave hairballs in the most inconvenient places like in his shoes, though he suspect Crooks did that on purpose. He has always thought it because Hermione didn’t scold Crooks hard enough. He also suspects she actually thought it funny. They steal attention and affection away from his girlfriend and those who know him know how much he hated to share. It was already bad enough he had to share her with Potty and Weasel. He sighed. But though he really didn’t like Crookshanks, he also didn’t want him to die, if only because it made Hermione cry.

Without realizing it, his feet had carried him in front of ‘Magical Menagerie’ instead of the ‘Magical Objects and Other’ he was aiming for. He stopped in front of the door. Hermione had asked for a pensieve, but it wasn’t what she had wanted the most. Maybe his unconscious mind had known that and that was the reason he was here and not where he had planned to be. He was going to need a lot of courage for this. He took a deep breath and opened the door of the shop. Though he looked very certain and confident when he walked in, he really didn’t feel it. It was his first time in a shop like this and he didn’t know what to do. His eagle owl was the only animal he had ever had and that one was top bred. It even has a family tree, pure bred for a pureblood of course. Those you don’t buy in a pet store. He didn’t think they even had them.

An old man came to greet him and asked him what he was looking for. Just when he was beginning to answer his eyes fell on a pink kitten. He stopped midsentence and could do nothing else but gape, he had to remind himself that Malfoys do not gape. The shop owner followed his line of vision and immediately had a sad look on his face. An experiment gone wrong he explained and when the kitten was of no use anymore she had gotten thrown into the river. Poor thing. Almost drowned and not wanted by anyone. Not her cruel former owner nor did anyone else wanted to buy her because of her unusual coloring. They only made fun of her. It was such a pity since she certainly was a very intelligent animal. When the shop owner didn’t meet with any objections to stop talking, he continued with the other good qualities of the kitten and stated his regret that nobody had realized them. But he actually didn’t need to bother because Draco was certain the kitten had just found his perfect new owner. And he was certain she would appreciate and love her. The fact that he really didn’t like cats was ignored for the few minutes that were needed for the purchase. Love means compromise right? And this time he promised himself he was at least going to try to get along with the kitten. All females liked him and she’s female so she must like him right? At least he hoped so. It sure would make everything much more easier for him since he will need to learn to tolerate her.

Pink on White - Valentine's Challenge Prompt 5

leopion — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 09:55:19 GMT

Title: Pink on White
Author: leopion
Rating: PG
Word Count: approx 200
Notes/Warnings: composed on the run, posted by my iPhone, so I do apologize for any errors. I'll come back and fix everything asap.
Written for prompt 5 pink/kitten/Pensieve

It was a mistake. He was where he wasn't supposed to be.

The closet was dark. He wouldn't have recognised her had he not spent half of his life skulking in the darkness. She, on the other hand, was accustomed to the light.

He was hiding from the press and their thirst for news about his pardon while she... He didn't know until her lips were all he could feel. His body gave in to the temptation for a moment before he choked out a lame excuse (I have to go.).

He couldn't tell whether she caught a glimpse of blonde hair when he slipped out of the room or whether Weasley ever mentioned the lack of a Valentine's Day surprise from her part. He never asked. He could not stand the way she looked at him the next time they met, as though he was a stray kitten she took pity on.

He went home and destroyed the only physical proof of their encounter--her lipstick smear on his shirt (Scourfigy: twice, elf-clean: three times). Yet, everything kept circling in his head--the dash of rosy pink on white, the perfect shape of her lips and their softness pressing against his own.

Now, he's forced it all to circle at the bottom of a grim stone basin instead--one last time before being buried in the depth of his old trunk. He needs to let go because today she will walk down that fated aisle. And he won't be the one waiting at the end.

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

Valentine's Challenge Prompt 5: Secret Valentines

a_frozen_second — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 23:35:25 GMT

Title: Secret Valentines
Author: a_frozen_second
Rating: G
Word Count: 100!
Notes/Warnings: Valentine's Day Challenge Prompt 5: Pink / Kitten / Pensieve

When Draco irreversibly charmed her kitten pink, Hermione let it go.

When Draco lent her Pensieve to Theodore without asking, returning it broken, Hermione let it go.

But this was unforgivable.

"Millicent is going to be your Valentine?"

"She's lonely, Hermione."

"I'm your girlfriend! Ergo, I'm your Valentine!"

"Secret girlfriend. Ergo, secret Valentine."

Hermione saw red. Trust him to pull something like this, especially on their first Valentine's Day together. But he had a point; despite his wishes, Hermione insisted they tell no one about their relationship.

"You win. Tell everyone we're together. As long as I'm your Valentine."

Valentine's Day Challenge Prompt 5: "Worth the Fight"

xfsista — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 01:54:40 GMT

Title: Worth the Fight
Author: xfsista
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,257
Notes/Warning: Prompt 5 (Pink / Kitten / Pensieve)

Growing up, I had spent nearly as much time in this house as I had my own. There was no need for any formalities, so I walked in without knocking. Taking off my cloak, I hung it on a nearby coat rack and dried the melting snow from my shoes with a flick of my wand.

I found my grandmother sitting in the conservatory that overlooked the snowy back garden. Her glasses were perched on the end of her nose. She didn’t appear to hear me approach. It wasn’t because her hearing was faulty, but because all of her attention was on the book in her hands.

My Nana was a voracious reader -- a love that she had passed onto me. Many of my fondest memories growing up was sharing stories and ideas with her. Everyone said I was just like her in so many ways, from bushy hair to stubborn attitude.

“Darling, it’s rude to stare,” she said without lifting her eyes from her book. At seventy-five, she was more sharp and observant than anyone my age.

“Sorry, Nana.” I trudged over and planted a kiss on her cheek. Her skin had aged, but she was still quite an attractive woman. “I was thinking.”

She looked up at my face knowingly and offered me tea. I helped myself to a cup and sat next to her on the sofa.

“What are you doing here, dear? Not that I don’t love seeing you, but I thought you had a Valentine’s dinner with your young man.”

“We had a fight,” I said. With a sigh, I turned to her. “Nana, he and I are just so different. I love him with all my heart, but we spend half our time arguing over the stupidest things. What should I do?”

Before she could answer, a voice interrupted. “I thought I heard someone out here. I thought your grandmother had finally gone mad and was talking to herself.” Nana huffed in annoyance at my grandfather’s teasing.

I grinned at him. “Hi, Granddad.”

“Hello, love. Didn’t expect to see you today.”

“I just came over for a little girl talk with Nana.”

“Girl talk? That’s code for ‘boy trouble’ isn’t it?” he asked as he shuffled over. “If it’s not, I’ll eat my hat.”

“You don’t wear a hat.”

“Cheeky,“ he said as he tweaked my nose like he did when I was a little girl before settling into his favorite armchair. “So, you’re looking for romantic advice? Don’t know why you’d ask your grandmother.”

“Excuse me?” Nana asked, clearly not amused.

“Darling, I love you, but you don’t have a romantic bone in your body.”

My grandmother was now affronted, her cheeks tinged pink with anger. “What do you mean?! Why would you say something like that?”

Ignoring her, my grandfather turned to me. “The first time I took her out for Valentine’s, she spent the entire evening telling me how the holiday was originally some werewolf festival--”

“Lupercali.”

“--and how there were blood sacrifices and it ended with a binding that led to sex between strangers.”

“Draco! That is not how it happened!”

“I may be old, but I remember things quite well. How could one forget a date when his girl spends the night talking about blood, werewolves, and sex? Not that I minded the sex bit--”

I shrieked. “Granddad!” I really didn’t want to hear my grandfather talk about sex.

“Sorry, Alex, but your grandmother’s mind is going. I think I need to pull out the Pensieve and refresh her memory.”

“I do not need my memory refreshed, Draco. Just because I imparted some facts about the less than romantic origins of Valentine’s Day to you doesn’t mean that I have no sense of romance.”

“C’mon, Granger! Who was the one who made all the big romantic gestures in our relationship? Me!”

I could see this was quickly going downhill and was one second away from hexes flying.

“My name hasn’t been Granger for fifty years!”

Just then, the doorbell rang. Angrily, Nana got up to answer it as an excuse to get away from my grandfather.

“Granddad,” I pleaded. “Why do you tease her so? Nana might not make grand gestures, but she’s still romantic in her own way.”

“Oh, I know. I just like to rile her up and she falls for it every time.” His smile was a cross between dreamy and mischievous. “She’s beautiful when she’s angry.”

There was something about the look in his grey eyes that touched me. After all these years, through all the teasing and spats, he was still in love with her.

He then turned to me and winked. “Make-up sex is really good, too.”

“Granddad!” I clapped my hands over my ears.

His laughter was interrupted by Nana’s voice. “Alex. There’s someone here to see you.”

I looked up and saw my boyfriend standing next to my grandmother. “Nick? What are you doing here?”

“Your mum said I might find you here. Can we talk?”

We left my grandparents and stepped into the lounge. Defensively, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well?”

“Alex, I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have said what I did. I was only teasing, but then you got so angry and it spiraled out of control.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean it.”

I dropped my arms in defeat and walked slowly over to him. Sliding my hands up, I gripped his biceps and pulled him into a hug. “I didn’t mean it either.”

Leaning back, he grinned down at me. “I have to admit, though, you’re gorgeous when you’re pissed off.”

Any other time, I may have smacked him or launched into another tirade. However, he had just echoed my granddad’s words from a few moments before, so I settled for a half-hearted glare.

“I brought you something.” He bit his lip and looked down to a package the size of a shoe box sitting on the sofa. Following his gaze, I sat next to the box and opened it.

“Nicholas Longbottom! She's adorable!”

I cooed over the tiny, grey kitten nestled inside the box. I picked her up and made silly kissing noises at the little animal while rubbing my cheek on her fur. I pulled her back and noticed a ribbon tied around her neck with a ring gleaming on it.

With a gasp, I looked up at my boyfriend. “Nick?”

Getting down on one knee before me, he slipped the ring from the ribbon. “Alexandra Malfoy? There are still lots of fine arguments to be had. Will you consent to be my permanent sparring partner?”

With a smile, I nodded my consent, and he slipped the ring on my finger followed by a kiss. We went to announce our engagement to my grandparents and found them sitting together on the sofa. My grandfather had his arm around my grandmother; the wrinkled hand of his free arm caressed her blushing cheek as he whispered something in her ear. The smile on her face made her seem more beautiful to me than she ever had.

I caught my grandfather’s eye and he winked at me. I waved my fingers at him and mouthed goodbye. With a turn, I took Nick’s arm and steered him to the front door.

“We’ll tell them later.”

Every day, my grandparents found a reason to fight with each other. But no matter how hard they fought, they always loved each other more.

If Nick and I could remember that, I think we’d be okay.

Valentine's Challenge Prompt 5: The Bet

shy_of_reality — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:41:54 GMT

Title: The Bet
Author: shy_of_reality
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 325
Notes/Warning: Prompt 5 (Pink)

Ron and Harry were heading to the cafeteria for lunch when they caught sight of Draco and Hermione arguing in a hallway and went to investigate.

She had surprised them a year ago by informing them that Draco had asked her out and that she had said yes. As her best friends, they had gone along with her, but they were still a bit weary of Draco.

“Everything ok?” Harry asked when he and Ron reached the arguing couple.

“It’s nothing,” Hermione said, quickly.

“It’s hardly nothing,” Draco replied, smoothly. “You see, we made a bet in bed the other night and now I’ve won-”

“You haven’t won yet,” she corrected through clenched teeth.

“But I’ve almost won,” he smirked before continuing. “And now Hermione won’t go through with her part of the bet.”

“I didn’t know he was serious,” she said, appealing to Ron and Harry. “What he wants me to do is just obscene.”

“Did you shake on it?” Ron asked.

“In one way or another,” Draco smirked.

“Seems like it was a real bet, Hermione,” Harry stated. “You’ll have to do whatever it was you said you’d do.”

“She’s always been like this,” Ron muttered to Draco. “She only makes bets she thinks she’ll win hands down then refuses to go through if she loses.”

“Oh shut up, you bloody wanker!” Hermione exclaimed.

Ron, Harry and Draco all stared at her in surprise.

“And fine, you won this bet, Malfoy,” she spat. “But I will get you back.”

To Ron and Harry’s complete and utter shock, Hermione reached under her skirt and pulled down a pair of lacy pink knickers. Then she shoved the knickers into Draco’s chest and stormed off.

“Draco, what exactly was the bet?” Harry asked after a minute.

“Who you two oafs would side with in an argument,” Draco smirked. He twirled the knickers around his finger then stuffed them in the pocket of his coat. “Thanks, chaps.”

Valentine's Day Challenge - Prompt 5

alexia_drake — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 06:00:29 GMT

Valentine's Day Drabbles Challenge - 3 Words for Prompt 5 :

Pink / Kitten / Pensieve

You can read the description of Pensieve here at Lexicon if you need it, and it may also help for inspiration.

You have 3 days to write and post a drabble between 100-1499 words based on this prompt. You can use one, two or all three words, and remember that your drabble should involve Valentine's Day somehow. More details can be found on the Valentine's Day Challenge post if you did not read it. The next prompt will be posted in 3 days, February 6, around 11pm Eastern Time Zone. Happy drabbling everyone!

Please remember to include the prompt number in the Notes/Warning section, and to tag your entry with your username, word count, and valentine2012.