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Drabbles (Reposted from GJ)
Ummmmmmmmm so I never really posted these publicly because I'm really embarrassed about my suckitude at drabbles. But ... peer pressure! Most people pretend they like constructive criticism, but I don't :( TY.



Lavender/Terence [EL] - 118

Terence was the sort of person who didn't share his personal space; his flat was large enough to keep roommates at bay and his bed small enough to discourage any encroaching thoughts of girls that might wander by - not that they did, mind you.

So tonight it was a bit cramped, though in hindsight, foresight, now-sight, Terence was realizing how enjoyable cramped could be. Cramped meant that he could smell her hair, slide his fingers across her hip, press his lips gently, gently, along that violent scar that traveled the length of her spine.

He would travel that length eventually, too, but for the moment he simply breathed her in and enjoyed this brief violation of space.


Lucius/Cissa [m75] - 149

She was in pain – and Lucius could taste it in the air with his first step into the house. The coat, the cane, the books, were strewn across the entryway in his wake, and he tore through the rooms, screaming for house elves, screaming for Narcissa, as he searched.

He found her curled against the washbasin this time, blood soaked through her nightgown, through the towels that those beasts held shakingly out to her, and the blood would soak through him as well as he shoved them back, on his knees, hands grabbing out for what was his – what was still his (for she was alive, thank God, shaking, weak, and pale) – to hold her close.

"It doesn't matter," he soothed above her reckless, fervent apologies – and he spoke the truth. Nothing mattered but the smell of iron and the chill of her skin; and nothing would matter again.


Lisa/Terence [EL] - 99

She was bouncy. Too bouncy. Worryingly bouncy.

"This?" Lisa turned in a dress that was too short, all sorts of curves poking out that made Terence uneasy. He glanced to the side, eyes flicking back briefly on occasion – as if short doses of her wildness would go easier on his sensibilities.

"It's a nice color."

"Psh, Terence, you're not even looking."

So he looked. Yes, she looked nice. For a hooker, maybe. But she wanted to hear yes and he "yes"ed nervously, hands digging into his pockets.

This was the last damned time he agreed to go shopping.

Ever.


Mandy/Rodolphus [Arcana] - 150

They were startlingly close, and weariness bled through his unyielding jaw and viciously keen eyes even if his limbs remained frighteningly strong.

"We must all learn to hold our tongues at times."

They were so close she could feel the rumbling of that nearly inaudible whisper against her hair, against her ribs, against her heart, into her lungs. It was suffocating, this fear, but her eyes flashed in defiance despite numbed wrists and searing tears.

"Do you feel brave?" The words were stilted - every syllable dancing to the tune of the heartbeat caught in her throat as she hoped, hoped for some vindication with his anger. "Hurting a child?"

"Sometimes." The reply was frighteningly calm, and she trembled against fingertips at the nape of her neck, pulling her hair back for reasons she didn't yet understand.

"Please." Her voice was almost gone.

"Sometimes duty is more important than bravery."


Pansy/Terence [EL] - 164

Terence opened the door with sleep in his eyes and a lopsided expression of confusion. It didn't take long to recognize that perfectly groomed terror at his doorstep, and all he could do was stare blankly and wonder why she was pounding on his door at 3 in the damned morning.

When nothing shrill came out of her widely parted red lips, Terence realized that she wasn't waiting to speak but staring agape at him - and he didn't realize why until he looked down and realized that he was in his boxers.

His eyes widened in galactic proportions.

"I -- I didn't realize!"

Most women didn't know that men's stomachs could blush. Pansy now did.

"I didn't expect you to be--"

"I didn't expect to be--"

"I'll wait here while you change."

"I'll change."

Repeating after her dumbly seemed the right thing to do, and Terence obediently trotted off to his room for a robe, still blushing from head to toe.


Pansy/Narcissa [PC/m75 crossover] - 148

They were women who understood the importance of loyalty and the misery of betrayal.

They were women who stared dispassionately into the defeat of their kind, emotion a weakness left to peasants and men.

They had tea on the day of Voldemort's defeat, tears tucked away behind smiles and talk of the weather. They attended funerals and returned engagement rings with stony smiles and aching hearts, chins lifted by the iron discipline of tradition.

They strode side by side while shopping, elegant to the fault, backs braced against the troubles heaped upon them, against the folly of foolishness and self-pity.

It was the anniversary of their fall, of Lucius's death, of Draco's betrayal, and Pansy and Narcissa sipped their tea, silent in each other's company. They spoke of nothing, all subjects worn thin from regularity, and when they wept it was behind lace hankerchiefs and perfectly shaped smiles.


Rufus/Gemma [m75] - 181

Rufus would have been lying if he'd claimed Gemma was not a particularly lovely young lady; she was twice as interesting given her breeding and how she seemed to defy it through large grins and a buoyant determination. However, it was no less awkward when someone nearly half his age asked for his hand at a school dance he was merely chaperoning.

He couldn't say no, but he could certainly keep his distance. He danced with her as one might dance with a rather unpleasant Aunt - at a distance and with a respectful eye on her feet.

But Gem wasn't just another awkward, rebellious child. She did not step on his toes or giggle hysterically as he dipped her in time, nor was she a disastrously graceful and scandalously tempting young thing.

No. She was, quite simply, amazing. Gemma Kilpatrick was hotblooded and hysterical, and by the time Rufus ought to have let another man cut in, he was dancing within a more acceptable range of her person and grinning like an idiot.

Amelia would disapprove.

Rufus dipped her again.