I took prompts last night to distract myself from some bad news about Mom; here are the results (the prompt post was lost to my back-up snafu):
Harry's One-Sided Conversation with Jo: Five Comments (PG-13; Harry, implied J.K. Rowling; 171 words), for qzee
1. If there were a monster in my chest, I think I'd know. Actually, the monster? He's in my head. Sometimes. If Snape had been a better teacher—well, never mind that.
2. No, let's mind that. What the hell is up with Snape? What was I doing on all fours in his office? Did you think that was funny?
3. Thanks for Cho. She was fun. Any chance Ron might—never mind.
4. Wait—let's mind that, as well. I've been in a boys' dormitory for six years and no one's done any snogging? Why the hell not?
5. Sorry, right. Children's book. Um, well, do you think you could write Snape having an affair with Bellatrix in Book Seven? Why? You know about fanfiction, don't you? I'm kinda tired of seeing myself taking it up the arse from Snape. If he were shagging some evil bint, I might actually—no? Oh. All right. Well, could you at least work in some vague sexual tension between Ron and—hey! HEY! DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME! I'M YOUR MAIN CHARACTER!
Post-Explosion Declaration (PG-13; Snarry; 189 Words), for geniusartist
It's not permanent, Potter.
"Get out of my head, you arse!"
No. As empty as it is, I'm comfortable here.
Difficult to do that without help, brat.
"HOW THE FUck am I supposed to know if I'm shouting?"
Well done, and I hardly think shagging a man of twenty-five makes me a paedophile.
"Who's ShaGGING? WE'RE NO—not shagging."
That is because of your unceasing whinging of the past few days. It's not attractive.
"Damn it, Severus, I can't stand this another minute!"
Then do something to take your mind off your ears. I could hold them for you while you sucked—
"FUCK YOU! If you think I'm going to—"
"Stop yelling at—hey, you're yelling at me! You're yelling and I can hearmph!"
"I told you it wasn't permanent."
"I was hoping it was."
"Brat. Of course . . . of course it is."
You're blushing, Severus.
"Get out of my head, Po—Harry."
"Why? Ready for another go?"
"Get my potion and we'll see."
"Hell, Severus—if I get your potion, it really will be permanent."
So be it.
"I love you, too."
When Wrong Is Right (PG; Fred/Hermione, Molly; 190 words), for inell
"This is wrong. This is so, so, so very wrong."
"You said you'd do it, and I think the roses look fetching against your hair."
"They're supposed to be in your hair, Hermione."
"A wizard shouldn't make bets with his evil twin on the night before his wedding then, should he?"
"George isn't evil—he's sick! He's a twisted perv! What's Mum going to say?"
"Probably, 'You look lovely, dear—mind the silk. It's expensive'."
"You're enjoying this."
"I truly am."
"I'll give you something to giggle about."
"Fred! Stop that! I haven't finished charming your dress robes to fit me. Fred! Fre—ed. Oh, Fred, that's—"
"What are you doing? That's very expensive silk! Fred, none of that until after the wedding! Out!"
"Don't you 'Mum' me. Out."
"This is wrong, wrong, I tell you!"
"It really is wrong, Molly. How long are we going to make him to suffer?"
"Oh, I expect George will release him from the bet in time for you to change."
"Well, if not, be sure to get him out of that dress before he ruins it."
"That shouldn't be a problem."
With Only a Potion Between Them (G; Snape/Lupin; 195 words), for embossedsilver
"Albus tells me that you need someone to brew the Wolfsbane."
"Good luck with that, Lupin."
"Don't walk away from me, Severus. Not again."
"I see that your flare for the dramatic hasn't—"
"I won't fight with you. I don't want to fight with you."
"Pity. I don't want anything from you."
"You're a bad liar, Severus. I've always thought so."
"I am a consummate liar."
"It's my job."
"Then tell me you love me."
"You heard me. If you can lie so well, lie about that. We both know you won't, just as we both know you'll brew the Wolfsbane."
"I am not going to perform for your amusement."
"Very well. At least . . . at least stop pretending that there's nothing between us. We do have to work together."
"How grateful you must be to even have employment."
"Yes, I am."
"You don't, what?"
"I don't love you. I never have. You're a—"
"Coward? Were you going to call me a coward?"
"Stay away from me, Lupin."
"It wasn't my fault, and you know it. And you're the one who walked away."
"Lupin. Lupin!" I didn't walk. I ran.
The Point of the Matter (PG-13; Charlie/Harry; 176 words), for ladylark77
"So, why are you really here, Harry? I know that dragons aren't your favorite thing."
"I, uh, I just wanted to get away for a bit. People are sort of, well, it's hard to be alone at home just now."
"It seems to me like a powerful wizard who doesn't much care for dragons and wants to be alone might find loads of other places to go than a dragon preserve."
"Look, if I'm intruding—"
"Of course you're not."
"Oh. It just seemed like—"
"I've got pretty good at gauging the dragons' moods."
"That's . . . that's great, Charlie, but what does that have to do with—"
"I'm also pretty good at telling what people are feeling."
"Yeah, so why don't you cut the crap and tell me you fancy me. I've been hard for you since before our ride."
"What? Too direct? Or is it that I wasn't direct enough? Here, let me fix tha—"
"You, uh, you had a good point, before."
"Give me a minute, and I'll have one again, Harry."