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Title: You Got Me
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sarahyyy   
Rating:  PG
Character/Pairing: Draco/Pansy
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: For [livejournal.com profile] royalty25 whose prompt was "dragon pox".

Pansy sat beside his bed and held his hand, trying to blink back tears. Draco’s eyes fluttered open slowly —almost as if it hurt him to do so— before he croaked, “I’m going to die, aren’t I?”

Pansy avoided his gaze and kept silent though her grip on his hand tightened instinctively.

“Pans,” he wheezed. She turned to look at him. “My skin is turning greener and I… When my Grandfather died- I want to know, Pans… Am I dying?”

She bit her lips to stop herself from blurting out something stupid. If she didn’t say it out loud then it wasn’t true, wasn’t it?

Softly, slowly, she replied him, her voice even. “You’re not going to die, Draco. The healers are going to find a cure for you.” She blinked back her tears. “You’re not going to die,” she repeated.

He held her gaze for a few moments. When he closed his eyes, she knew he knew. He could always read her like an open book. She should have known better than to lie to him.

“Don’t go, Pans?”

“I won’t go,” she murmured reassuringly, squeezing his hand, doing what she did best. “I’ll stay right here with you.”


Title:
 I'll Stand By You
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sarahyyy   
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Viktor/Hermione
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: For [livejournal.com profile] gelsey whose prompt was 'Viktor gets injured and can't play Quidditch for awhile/anymore'.

She found him on the floor amidst broken shreds of glass, his face buried in his hands, his body heaving with sobs. After the healers had left, Viktor had broken down. The study was a mess, with everything strewn on the floor, innocent victims of Viktor’s grief.

“Oh, Viktor,” she whispered before drawing him in a soft embrace.

“Hermione, I can’t- They said I can’t-” he gasped through his tears. “I won’t-” he trailed off quietly, burrowing his head into the crook of her neck, yearning for her to fill the void that the news of his leg had brought him.

She rubbed soothing circles against his back. “You will get better, Viktor, I know you will,” she reassured him.

He laughed bitterly. “I’ll never play Quidditch again. I’m as good as dead. You should leave me, Hermione, and I should die-”

She hushed him. “You will get better,” she said firmly, looking him in the eye, “Even if we have to invent our own cure for that hex that hit your leg, so be it. If we have to search for a cure for ten years, we will. But you will get better and you will play Quidditch again.”


Title:
 Broken Dreams
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sarahyyy   
Rating: PG-13 for character death
Character/Pairing: Harry/Ginny -somewhat-
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: For [livejournal.com profile] silent_cassia whose prompt was 'He would never have married her had he known'.

Ten minutes after his wedding —exactly ten minutes to the dot after the sacred words ‘I do’ left his lips— his guests started dropping like flies.

Harry was beside himself with anger, rushing to find the source of everything. Someone was using his wedding as the perfect chance to do away with some of the most prominent figures in the Wizarding World and he wanted to know who.

When Hermione and Ron, both by his side as always trying to help him put pieces of the puzzle together, fell limp on the floor right before his eyes, Harry fell apart. And then he just stopped trying, just watched numbly as everyone else died in front of him until finally, there was only two left. Her and him.

Ginny Potter and Tom Riddle.

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he finally decided that he wasn’t surprised at all. He should have seen this coming. He knew she was changing, he just could not pinpoint how and he didn’t know why.

Well, he knew now.

He let out a sardonic barking laugh as the death curse left her lips.

He would never have married her had he known.


Title:
 Everything Comes Down To Timing
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sarahyyy   
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Sirius/Lily
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: For [livejournal.com profile] museme87 whose prompt was 'Everything, in the end, comes down to timing'.

Everything, in the end, Sirius muses sardonically, comes down to timing.

James had met her first on the train during their first year because he’d missed the train sleeping late. James had gotten to actually know her first because James had always been more insistent than him. James had made stupid jokes before he’d even gotten the nerve to act silly in front of her. James had dated her first because he was too stupid to hold onto his chances and just grab the girl. James had told her he loved her first because Sirius couldn’t, not when James was dating her.

In the end, James asked her to marry him first because Sirius was drunk, hung over, he didn’t really know, he didn’t really care. He didn’t want to stay sober to watch her nod her head and whisper yes and promise herself to him forever. He didn’t think he could manage doing that.

In the end, it hadn’t mattered if Sirius had loved her more or if Sirius thought that he could give her more then James could have ever given him or if Sirius thought that he could make her happier because everything comes down to timing.


Title:
Flowers at Your Door
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sarahyyy   
Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness.
Character/Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: For [livejournal.com profile] scarletladyy whose prompt was 'flowers'.

He shuffles on his feet, aware of the amused smirk she is giving him. He feels so out of place outside her door and he wonders again why he’s there in the first place, or rather why he’s actually courting Pansy Parkinson. “I, uh,” he stumbles over his words, “I got you flowers.”

Her smirk grows at his nervousness. “So I see, Potter.”

He licks his lips nervously before he runs his fingers through his hair, mussing it up even more than it already is. “Would you, uh, would you like to go for dinner now?”

She leans against the frame of the door and eyes him from top to toe. “No, I don’t suppose I would like to, really,” is her quirky reply.

Harry looks confuse. “Uh, no?”

“No,” Pansy repeats, smirking, “You see, Slytherins, we like to do things a little differently from others. We like to start at the end and work out way up. It clears up several things, especially in the bedroom.” She winks.

She steps aside and invites him in with a nudge of her head, laughing at his incredulous look.

Later, the flowers lie outside her bedroom door next to Pansy’s dress, forgotten.


Title:
Tracks of Her Tears
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sarahyyy   
Rating: PG-15 for rape
Character/Pairing: Bill/Penelope
Word Count: 3 x 100
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: For [livejournal.com profile] roses_at_sunset whose prompt was 'it doesn't matter how many times you say you're sorry; it'll never be enough'.

The first time it happens, Bill can hardly remember a thing. He wakes up the next morning to hear her sobbing in the adjoining bathroom and the blood stains on the pristine white sheets tell him why. A part of him wants to hold her and tell her that it will be alright but he just can’t because it won’t be alright. It tears at his heart but he turns and Disapparates on the spot. He spends the day drunk and the next day hung over. He revels in it though because at least it takes his mind off things.

The second time it happens, Bill is not in control of himself. He sees her flinch and he hears her whimpered pleas and he can smell fear in the air and he knows he should stop and he should let her go but he cannot stop himself. Instead he presses his body firmly against hers, holds her hands above her tightly, presses his lips hard against hers, wills her to understand that he just cannot stop and claims her as his own. Above them the full moon glows dimly and it bounces off her blonde curls and illuminates her tears.

The third time it happens, Bill is there because he wants to make it better. He kisses her and he puts his heart and his soul into it and he wishes for her to understand, to hear what he is trying to say. This time he is gentle, this time he knows what he’s doing. After it’s over, they do not speak. He says it then, he apologizes, the words, ‘Sorry, Penelope’ flies off his lips softly. And this time she cries because he doesn’t understand — it doesn't matter how many times he says he’s sorry; it'll never be enough.


Title:
 Something You
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sarahyyy   
Rating:  PG
Character/Pairing: Percy/Penelope
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: For [livejournal.com profile] luvscharlie  whose prompt was 'girls will make passes at a boy who wears glasses'.

Percy hates his glasses. It isn’t that they make him look studious or prissy or even that they fog up in the cold annoyingly. He hates them because they make him so different from his other brothers.

He sighs.

“Why so morose, Perce?” Penelope comes around, sits next to him and asks.

“I…” he trails off with another sigh. “It’s private.”

“Alright then,” she laughs and makes a move to go. He stops her.

“I’m sorry, Penelope. It’s just… The glasses are stupid,” he finally admits.

“I like your glasses,” she murmurs shyly, looking away to hide her blush, “It’s very…you.”

He suddenly wonders if he’s stuck in a good dream and will wake up anytime soon because it’s Penelope and she cannot be saying something like that to him.

“Are you free this Hogsmeade weekend?” She blushes as she says it.

And all of the sudden, the glasses aren’t so bad anymore and it isn’t so bad to be different from his other brothers because while Bill is all charms and good looks, Charlie is athletic and fit, Fred and George are funny and easy-going and Ron is famous for being Harry’s best friend, none of them had Penelope.
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