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The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.

39. For eaivalefay, whose prompt was "Harry/Lucius: love, vows, elegant."

Well and Truly Fucked (PG-13; Harry/Lucius; 100 words)

The renewing of their vows was an elegant affair of love, so said everyone present to Lucius Malfoy and his blushing, oddly quiet "bride."

The Dark Lord himself presided over the ceremony, smiling to himself, as his subjects approached the dais.

Many of the guests wondered at their ruler's abilities—"To have brought Narcissa Malfoy back from the dead! It's miraculous!"

"She seems a little shorter, now," someone noted.

"No," replied someone else, "she was always that short."

The secret, known only to two people, was that Narcissa was well and truly dead, and Harry was well and truly trapped.

40. For eaivalefay, whose prompt was "Slughorn/Neville: thread, dizzy, carpet."

Coming Out of Retirement (NC-17; Slughorn/Neville; 100 words)

Professor Slughorn wastes no time as Neville becomes dizzy; he spins the boy around and pushes him down over his desk, stripping him off with a spell and allowing his own trousers to fall to the carpet before burying his cock up Neville's arse.

The thread of his fantasy coils tightly as he thrusts into the dry, unprepared hole: Slughorn loves the scraping burn that becomes molten sensation as the boy's inner flesh tears, and he pounds away knowing that he can dose the boy, after, in such a way as will cause Neville to beg prettily for such treatment.

41. For she_obstipui, whose prompt was "Harry/Bill: rowan, wind, wink."

Passing Muster (G; Harry/Bill; 150 words)

"'Berries from the Sorbus aucuparia' is the last item on the list," Harry said to Bill, as he watched the older boy turn and wink at him.

"Mum will have her protective jellies—and I see she's determined to keep you lot on your toes?"

"I don't remember any rowan trees around here," Harry answered, hoping he'd got it right.

"Right you are! That's because there aren't any," Bill said, Accioing his broom. "Hop on and get ready to eat some wind. We'll have to fly fast if we're going to have those to Mum in time for supper."

Harry blushed and hesitated. He hadn't thought he'd ever get to touch Bill—even though he'd wanted to for some time—but, now that wrapping his arms around the wizard was on offer, he didn't think he could do it.

Bill leaned over and gave Harry a quick kiss. "You're adorable when you're shy."