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Party Time!

Got my official notice that my account has expired finally at LJ.  Thank god.

Party at my place!

Drabbles or icons to go around!

For icon, I will choose one of your interests in your user info.  If you don't have any, or if you would like something more specific, please give me no more than five subjects/people to choose from.  Also indicate if you wish any text or borders.

For a drabble, I would like a character, or no more than three, or a pairing, a time period in those character's timelines, and a prompt of either a picture, a quote, or a word.  HP only, though I will consider crossovers if I know the fandom.

Have at it!

I'll take up to the first ten for each.  One or the other, please.


Mar. 31st, 2008 06:03 am (UTC)
An icon would make me very happy since you're offering. My interests work as well as just stock images if you're not inspired by anything there. XD
Apr. 3rd, 2008 01:49 am (UTC)

Por vous, my dear. :D
Mar. 31st, 2008 06:22 am (UTC)
Oooh, I'd love a shiny icon. Snarry, or HarryLu, or Sirry, or pretty much any damn pairing you want.

Congrats on the expiration of your acct. It was a happy day when mine expired.
Apr. 3rd, 2008 01:52 am (UTC)

I'm pretty pleased about it, really. I'm sick of them. I still have a basic account, but...at least its something, right?
Mar. 31st, 2008 07:17 am (UTC)
ooh yay!

Snape, Charlie, bubblegum.

Or an icon. I'm easy.
Apr. 5th, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
214 words

The sound was grating on Snape’s nerves. Granted, he shouldn’t be able to hear it in a room full of bubbling cauldrons, chopping and soft whispers from student to student, but he did.

Pop. Weasley. The boy would be the bane of his teaching career.

It had been bad enough with the eldest, who seemed to have far more beauty and coltish grace than his brother, but his ego was nothing compared to this one. Fifth year, and already captain of his team, and leading his house to victory time and again. It had given the boy a swelled head. Pop.

None of the other teaches seemed to have a problem with the boy. They all seemed to adore him. So obviously, it was up to Snape to deal with the brat. Pop.


Brown eyes blinked up at him with far too much innocence. “Yes, sir?”

As though he didn’t know what was coming. “Detention, Weasley. Tonight after supper. Now spit that gum out this instant!”

The boy’s head dropped, but Snape thought he glimpsed a smile for a moment. “Yes, sir.” The gum was disposed of and peace was restored once more. But somehow, Snape got the impression that the boy was even more pleased with himself now. He couldn’t imagine why.
Mar. 31st, 2008 10:59 am (UTC)
Wrong link, sorry. Let's try again.

Hmmm...what about Rab/Barty, around the Longbottoms' torture time,

Wrong link, sorry. Let's try again.

Hmmm...what about Rab/Barty, around the Longbottoms' torture time, Law Like Love.
Apr. 5th, 2008 03:29 pm (UTC)
276 words

Rab never believed in rules of etiquette. They were simply ways to keep him from doing what he wished.

He certainly didn’t believe in rules of morality. Such a rigid, unbending system. Why he himself had had sex first at twelve. Why on earth would anyone think such a thing had damaged him? So long as he had wanted it, who cared when it had happened?

There was one thing he did believe in. That he was right, and if the world disagreed, it was wrong.

It had been Bella who had suggested that perhaps the Longbottoms might know where their deposed Lord was. And Rodolphus would go with her, of course. She had him wrapped around her finger. He couldn’t let her have all the fun, could he? And there was no way he would leave his brother alone with her that long.

Still, even beyond that, Rab was cautious. Aurors were no one to play with simply. It would have to be skillfully and carefully done. And who better to act as a fall guy than another Ministry employee’s son?

The boy had adored him in school, and Rab had encouraged it. Partially because he’d been so angry at his brother for leaving him there, and partially because he enjoyed being adored. But mostly because it was fun to play with the boy.

And, he promised the boy when they spoke the night before they were to set off to catch the Longbottoms, if they did succeed, they would surpass even Malfoy and Snape in their Lord’s regard. And the celebration they would have then…

Well, that bit, he left to the boy’s imagination.
Mar. 31st, 2008 11:45 am (UTC)
Drabble or icon, both are fine :-D You know who!

Congratulations! Mine should expire soon as well.
Apr. 5th, 2008 04:09 pm (UTC)
402 words

The days had flown by so fast for Draco since his marriage to Harry in February. The months between then and now had been like one long, sweet dream. And he still couldn’t believe the truth of it. But today, in front of much of the Wizarding World, they would do it again. Say vows to show just what they meant to each other. He’d waited so long for this.

So why was he so nervous?

“Draco, you are going to wear a hole in the carpet.”

“Shut up, Pansy. You couldn’t possibly—”

“Draco Malfoy, if you finish that statement, I will never speak to you again.”

From the window, Blaise snorted. “Right. Like you didn’t speak to him after you found us entangled on his bed?”

“Blaise,” Draco growled, that is not helping…”

There was a knock at the door before either of his friends could answer.

“Who on earth…?” Pansy said, even as the door began to open.

Hermione peeked in. “Hey,” she said with a soft smile, looking at Draco. “You look almost as bad as Harry. Care for a visitor?”

Blaise kept the sneering to a minimum, but Pansy nodded. “You’re welcome to come in, Hermione, but…shouldn’t you be with Harry?”

“Oh…well…I am, actually,” she said with a sheepish grin as she opened the door a bit wider to reveal Harry standing behind her looking a touch green. He’d always hated being in front of others. Unless it had to do with Quidditch.

Pansy’s eyes widened. “It’s bad luck! He can’t be in here!”

“Oh, leave off, Panse,” Draco said, his eyes never leaving Harry’s. “We’ll be fine. Why don’t the four of you find out how much longer? I promise we’ll be good and keep our clothes clean…”

Pansy was about to snap something back, but then Blaise was pulling at her, and grinning back at Harry and Draco. “Have fun, boys. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!”

And then the three were gone. Off to find Weasley, Draco assumed. Not that he cared. Right now, he only had eyes for Harry. “Are you all right, love?” he asked softly.

Harry moved across the room, and his arms went tight around Draco’s waist, even as he pulled him in for an emotion-filled kiss. After a moment, he pulled back, pressing his forehead to Draco’s. “I am now,” he said with a soft smile.

Draco smiled back. “Good.”
Mar. 31st, 2008 12:44 pm (UTC)
Really!? Awesome. An icon, please. Thanx.
Apr. 3rd, 2008 01:54 am (UTC)

Hope you like
Mar. 31st, 2008 01:33 pm (UTC)
Despite my appalling lack of iconage (and me, a graphic artist!), I gotta go with a drabble, 'cause I love your drabbles!

Pairing: H/D
Time Period: Post-war (but EWE, please)
Quote: "There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." Friedrich Nietzsche
Apr. 5th, 2008 04:26 pm (UTC)
Sorry for the angst...
325 words

Draco had had a lot of idiotic notions in his life. And far too many of them had had to do with Harry Potter. After the dust had cleared and his family had been pardoned because of the way they had helped Harry in the end, suddenly, Draco had a dearth of time, and no idea what to do with it.

Each idea he came up with was madder than the last.

He could confront Harry at his home—after all, it was his mother’s ancestral estate. He couldn’t be kept away if Harry tried. Then he could retrieve his wand, and maybe, just maybe, they might come to a truce? Maybe Harry would finally see that he wasn’t as bad as he had always believed?

Or there was the idea to purposefully “bump into” him in Diagon Alley, though that required a great deal of stalking, to be there at just the right moment and step into his way. No, that one would never work. Harry would know. Somehow, he always did.

Perhaps he could make an appointment with the Ministry? Harry couldn’t refuse an official Ministry summons, could he? But no, Harry would resent him worse for that, even if the Ministry was on his side, as Draco was sure they would be. After all, wasn’t Harry good friends with the Minister now?

Maybe he could send Harry an owl, promising him anything he wanted for the wand? Worded in such a way so that Harry would understand he meant himself as well? But no, Harry had never been good at subtlety. That would never work. Likely he’d take something else Draco valued, just to make him suffer more.

Draco spent his days wandering the grounds, thinking of and discarding one plan after another. None of them would ever work, though. Harry would always hate him. And Draco would always dream of rumpled black hair, and sharp green eyes half-hidden behind horrible glasses.
Mar. 31st, 2008 01:53 pm (UTC)
Yay!! I know you're so happy about this! Can't say I blame you really...

Let's see, I think I'll go for a change of pace and request an icon. Of course you can look at my interests, but keep in mind I haven't added CSI to them yet...Nor do I have any Firefly/Serenity icons...But of course it's dealer's choice and I'll be happy with whatever you choose!!

Apr. 3rd, 2008 01:56 am (UTC)

There you go. Sorry you had to wait till today... The last one was tough to decide on something.
Mar. 31st, 2008 04:59 pm (UTC)
Uuuuh drabble! Blaise/Theo, please :P

Apr. 5th, 2008 04:37 pm (UTC)
233 words

Blaise couldn’t understand what Theo saw in him. He had no illusions about himself. He was self-centered, self-serving, and overly emotional. And he didn’t believe in love.

It wasn’t like Theo hadn’t seen all the times he’d slept with others. Blaise had been sexually active since thirteen, losing his virginity before he was fourteen. Nor had he ever made a secret of his trysts with others. And yet somehow, when Theo looked at him, he felt…almost pure again. It was sobering. And scary.

When he held Theo in his arms, there was just…something. Something he’d never felt with anyone else. Not even Draco, who he’d lusted after for longer than he could remember. Sure, looking at the blond made his heart beat faster. Made him want to pull him into a hungry kiss, tousle that pure blond hair, make Draco flush and arch and moan...

But with Theo…it was almost the opposite. Oh, he loved to make Theo blush, or hear him moan, but even more, he loved to hold him close. Even when they weren’t talking, just drowsing on his bed. He wanted to ravish him, but he also wanted to kiss him so softly. Butterfly-soft kisses to his nose, his cheeks, his chin…his lips. He never seemed to get enough of it. He wanted to hold Theo forever. To protect him.

But he couldn’t help thinking that he didn’t deserve it.
Mar. 31st, 2008 06:59 pm (UTC)
Ooh, I'd love an icon! You can use my interests. There should be somehting there to work with.
Apr. 3rd, 2008 01:59 am (UTC)

I'm not horribly happy with this one, so if you don't like it, and would like another, just let me know.
Mar. 31st, 2008 10:42 pm (UTC)
Congrats, bb!
Mar. 31st, 2008 10:43 pm (UTC)
Wait! Oooh uh...ICON EXCHANGE!
Mar. 31st, 2008 11:53 pm (UTC)
Is it too late to request an icon?

*looks all pitiful*
Apr. 1st, 2008 07:20 pm (UTC)
can I have an icon, or have you already met your quota?
Apr. 2nd, 2008 04:58 am (UTC)


Yay drabble!

Severus/Draco or Severus/Draco/Harry, your choice.
Either during DH or post-DH with Snape surviving =DDD

Mmm...prompt: "We're not really enemies, we love each other, really."
Or if that's too sappy, "enemies" *g*