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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.

67. For reddwarfer, whose prompt was "Snape/Girl!Harry: Prompt: Lolita complex."

His Green-Eyed Girl (NC-17; Girl!Harry/Snape; 200 words)

There was nothing of Lily Potter in her child except the girl's eyes, Lily's eyes, yet Severus found Harriet quite the most beguiling eleven-year-old he'd ever seen.

At twelve, "Harry," as the brat's friends had taken to calling her, showed signs of future curves that Severus found disturbing, especially when she turned herself to look at him.

Those eyes of hers were haunted by her third year at Hogwarts, and Severus imagined he might fall into them and be lost forever.

He didn't drown, not when the precocious fourteen-year-old offered him that heat she'd been hiding. He tied her down to keep her still but ordered her to keep her eyes open.

At fifteen, "Ree" was giving the orders. She liked him on all fours, rode him like a pony, her wet cunt teasing the small of his back—and she wouldn't look at him while they fucked.

Her loathing was complete by her sixth year. He felt her watching him when he knew she couldn't possibly be watching—but she was too old now for such games, she'd told him.

Seventeen-year-old heroines only look at you to watch you die. Severus closed his eyes then, and thought of his green-eyed girl.

68. For thistlerose, whose prompt was "Blaise/Pansy - blown glass, snow, purple flowers (any kind)."

From Home (PG-13; Blaise/Pansy; 100 words)

Blaise liked weather magic; it impressed the girls. His mother had written to suggest that, "now Draco is gone, you ought to be setting about to impress his girl in particular. The Parkinsons are quite ealthy."

The snow was thick on the ground when Blaise found Pansy, and he wasted no time in making the snow fall again, calling the wind to spin it up into ornaments which resembled blown glass and imbuing the objects with color and shape.

"I love purple flowers!" Pansy squealed.

I know, thought Blaise, certain of where he would be laying his head that night.

69. For ladyblack888, whose prompt was "Andromeda/Bellatrix: good, bad, ugly."

Magic among Sisters (R; Bellatrix/Andromeda, Bellatrix/Narcissa; 100 words)

When Andromeda was good, Bellatrix rewarded her with her tongue and finger tips.

When Andromeda was bad, Bellatrix punished her with her tongue and cat o' nine tails.

When Andromeda was ugly, Bellatrix killed her in dreams, ripping out the bitch's tongue and running her hands through the blood and—

"No! NO! She didn't! She'd never have—"

"Shh, Bellatrix!" Narcissa begged. "Don't wake them. They're already so angry. Please."

Waking and opening her eyes, Bellatrix found her little sister—her robe dangling dangerously open—hovering above her. "Want to learn a new trick?"

Narcissa, desperate to avoid their parents' notice, readily agreed.