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.
18. For soberloki, whose prompt was "Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Snarry: justification, windfall, and penguin."
Too Cute (G; Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin, implied Snarry; 100 words)
"What a windfall!"
"You don't say," Draco Malfoy drawled, sauntering up to Remus Lupin and gazing askance at the cuddly toy the man was holding. "You can't be serious."
"This is the perfect gift, Draco."
"What justification could I offer my godfather for presenting his spawn with Potter one of those?"
"But they've been looking for Mr. Waddlesworth for months."
"You don't say."
"Look, you're the one who asked for my help to find Sebastian a first birthday present—but if you don't want him, I'll buy him."
"And that's a problem why?"
"It's a stuffed penguin, is why!"
19. For soberloki, whose prompt was "Girl!Harry, Twincest: shady, purple, and coconut."
"Is she looking, yet?" (NC-17; Girl!Harry, Fred/George; 100 words)
The curls around the boys' cocks appeared as coarse as coconut hair to Harry, as she tentatively slipped her fingers over her own, furry? unfamiliar cunt. She marveled at how purple the heads of Fred and George's rubbing—oh!—pricks were; hers had never got so dark when she'd wanked. And she knew she shouldn't be watching them, not like this—there was something so shady, so wrong about it—but, as she massaged her clit in time with the moans on the other side of the bathroom door, she couldn't help but continue. She wanted to come. She wanted to, with them.
20. For soberloki, whose prompt was "Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini: termination, wail, and linger."
A Long Luncheon: First of Many (NC-17; Blaise/Neville; 100 words)
Blaise didn't take his termination well. With one final wail, he rushed out of the Ministry and straight into the surprised, "competent," or so he'd been told, arms of Neville Longbottom.
"I . . . I . . . I didn't know they'd sack you," he stuttered, not releasing Blaise, even though the other wizard's anger-induced erection was pressing into his thigh.
"We're taking a lunch break," Blaise commanded, Disapparating both of them.
Balls-deep in Neville's arse, Blaise came, feeling somewhat mollified and the need to linger, as he savored the way Neville moaned into his hand, sucking in a finger and squirming back against him.