More Ficcage - Mostly Drabbles

It is as the post title says. Ficcage, ahoy!

Note: I clearly don't own these characters, blah blah. Also, the whole copying from Word thing was being a biatch - so if anyone actually happens to read this, please ignore the font size dodginess and discrepancies :)

Title: Fall
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: G
Summary: Sirius waits



Sirius sits, knees hitched up to his chest, on the damp ground. His left foot taps uncontrollably in a feeble attempt to keep warm. The bitter wind whips his face, his skin chapped, his features numb. He shivers under James’ invisibility cloak as he waits. He never thought he would fall like this. And yet, here he was: a lone figure, waiting for his love – his Remus. Sirius has missed him. He seems to always miss him: it is an ache that seems to radiate from the very centre of his being to the tips of his toes. He waits.


 
Title: Burn
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco is distracted during class.



Draco scratched his desk with the nib of his quill as he stared at the curly, tangled mass of hair sitting in front of him.

“Yes, Miss Granger?”

Yes Miss Granger, Draco mockingly repeated in his mind. Fucking mudblood.

Draco felt contempt rise in his throat like bile as Hermione’s voice broke the dozy silence of the classroom. His eyes continued to bore holes in the back of her head as she spoke. At that very moment, he felt as if he was on fire, his very being consumed with a searing fusion of loathing and lust.

Fucking mudblood.



Title: Socks
Pairing: Hagrid/McGonagall
Rating: G
Summary: The Trio springs a surprise visit on Hagrid


Harry knocked on the door. “’Arry! Ron, ‘Ermione! What brings you lot here?” Hagrid asked, flustered.
“Just thought we’d visit,” Ron replied happily.
“Well, come in” Hagrid said. The Trio complied with Hagrid’s request, taking their seats at the table. As Hagird pottered over the stove, Ron noticed something: a sock underneath one of the table legs. He leaned forward to extract it.
“Erm…Hagrid?” Ron asked, holding the tiny sock in full view of the others, “Whose is this?”Hagrid turned, his large face blushing, hoping desperately that Ron would fail to notice the initials embroidered on the heel: “M.M”.


Title: Nimble

Pairing: Dean/Seamus

Rating: R
Warnings: slash, a tad smutty

Summary: Harry and Ron are up to no-good...so are Dean and Seamus ;)




Seamus gasped, startled by the sudden rustling of bedclothes on the other side of the drapes. He could feel the beating of Dean’s heart pounding against his own. Seamus stiffened, suddenly consumed with worry. The disturbance continued around the pair, as Seamus chewed his bottom lip nervously.

“Harry!” hissed Ron, “the invisibility cloak!” Outside the darkened bed in which Seamus and Dean had trapped themselves, Harry Potter lunged, grasping the cloak one-handed. Seamus heard the dormitory door click shut, as he and Dean breathed sighs of relief. Dean pressed his soft lips to Seamus’ neck, gently caressing his warm, now sweaty skin with his tongue, “I thought they’d never leave”, he whispered in Seamus ear.

“Me either”, Seamus managed to choke out, as Dean began to weave a trail down his neck and over his chest. Still, Seamus was preoccupied…where on earth were Harry and Ron disappearing to at this time of the night?

“Where do you s’pose they were off to?” he asked the darkness, as Dean slipped his long fingers beneath the bedsheet.

“I ‘unno”, came Dean’s muffled reply, his lips and tongue never leaving Seamus’ now heaving chest, “don’t really care”. And as Dean’s nimble fingers began to stroke Seamus’ cock, Seamus realised: neither did he.





Title: A Perfect Sonnet
Character: Severus Snape
Rating: PG
Summary: Severus' hypothetical reaction to Voldie's murder of Lily


Severus opened the door. Musty air assaulted his face as he entered. He ran a hand through his long, black hair, pushing it away from his face to reveal tear-streaked cheeks. Severus strode purposefully into the dank bathroom. He flicked his wand: the greasy porcelain bathtub began to fill with icy water. Fully clothed, Severus plunged a foot into the freezing water. The rest of his body followed, unflinchingly, as Severus lowered his frame into the icy pool. He submerged himself, his chest heaving. Severus resurfaced, shivering with cold, warm tears cascading over his face in a deluge of regret.


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