Drabbles!

Here they are, as promised!


For sisterpandora
Merlin/Nimue (282 words)

That may have been a bad idea,-- Nimue thought, eying the tree. Of course, it was too late now. Her magical senses could feel the inrush of power slowing to a trickle as all of his powers became focused on and locked into the oak.

Nimue was clever, obviously, and a strong sorceress in her own right, but, whether or not she still thought trapping her teacher and lover was a good idea, she did not know how to undo it.

Their world had changed around them, was changing even more now that Merlin had been locked away. Nimue found she had no real interest in this new world, or even in the final death throes of the old. Her interest in Arthur and his court had ended when she triumphed over Merlin. And it was in no way a hollow triumph, but it did sort of leave her without a new goal.

So, having nothing better to do, Nimue set up a house, and where else to do it than at the site of her triumph? She watched idly as Arthur’s court fell, as Mordred died, all his mother’s hopes going with him. Reading the portents, Nimue left her home to join the other three Queens of the old ways, taking Arthur off to Avalon. It wasn’t that she cared, as she told the tree later, but she hadn’t really had anything better to do.

It was a quite life, with no one around to talk to but her old master, and trees were not the best conversationalists in the world. But Nimue was happy, or at least content. Her part of the story was over, and she had done well.



Also for Ely
Morigann/Lancelot (299 words)

“You know, we have something in common, you and I.”

Lancelot started, whirling around at the voice coming out of the darkness. “Who’s there?”

Melting out of the darkness, Morigann smiled. “We both love someone we should not, and we have both betrayed those we love. Of course, I have no pretensions, unlike you.”

“What are you talking about? Who are you?”

Her smile widened, almost disarming in its sweetness. “My name is Morgan, and yours is Lancelot du Lac, Lover of the Queen.”

Lancelot’s eyes widened. “No... No, I...” he tried, but Morigann cut him off.

“Don’t worry, Lancelot. I’m not going to tell the King, or anyone else. After all, just like you I want someone I should not, and just like you I intend to betray the one I love. Well, you don’t intend to,” she allowed with a dark twist to her smile. “You just lack the will power not to.”

“What?” Lancelot sounded angry, his hand drifting towards the sword at his hip at this slur on his strength.

“Oh, don’t fuss. I’d say hurting Arthur because you can’t help yourself is far better than doing it because you want to. And I want to. Yes, he’ll hurt just the same, but at least you feel guilty about it.” The dark look had shifted, changed, and somehow Morigann looked almost sad, but Lancelot had no chance to puzzle that out as she began to fade into the shadows again.

“No, wait!” Lancelot cried out. “I don’t understand.”

He leapt forward, trying to close his hands on the empty air above his bedroll. Blinking at the banked fire next to where he lay, Lancelot looked confusedly around before lying back onto his pillow. He’d fallen asleep again before the low chuckle echoed around the clearing.




For arwena
boy!Blaise/Harry (183 words)

If the others knew what Blaise was thinking they’d... Well, actually, he didn’t really know what they’d do. He was fairly certain that Greg and Vince would find the whole idea of being attracted to another boy horrifying, and whether or not Draco would accept that, there was still the fact that it was Potter.

Pansy seemed to have some idea what was going on. She’d stopped him in the common room the other day. It had seemed like idle chitchat, but with Pansy, nothing was idle.

Of course, that didn’t mean he was going to give up on it. If there was an it. If he wasn’t just going crazy or something.

There was a reason Blaise was in Slytherin. His talents lay in the direction of sneaking and spying, although ‘covert recognizance’ sounded so much better.

But sometimes sneaking around means you overhear things you don’t want to.

“Why’s that lackey of Malfoy’s always staring at you, Harry?” Weasley’s voice was unmistakable.

“What lacey of Malfoy’s?”

“Zambini. He’s always watching you.”

“Is he? Probably plotting something nasty. Which one is Zambini?”



For fiatincantatum
Umbridge/Filch + Bondage (clearly, Fiat's got issues... *grin*) (126 words)

“I’ve still got the manacles and chains.”

The phrase had sent shivers down Dolores’ spine. Of course that horrible caretaker would keep chains.

“Argus...” Minerva began, then sighed. “I guess there’s no where better to keep her.” And then she smiled.

Stupid cow, Dolores thought as Filch smiled creepily. It had been one thing when they’d been working together against the children, but having fallen into his hands Dolores now wished she’d gotten rid of the horrible man. Not that it probably would have made a difference.

“Come then, my sweet.”

Dolores’ head shot up, but he was just talking to the cat. The horrible cat. Who was staring at Dolores.

“You too,” Filch added, pulling Dolores to her feet and shoving her out the door.



Also for Fiat,
Cho/Centaur (99 words)

Men, Cho thought, really sucked. There was more to the thought, but Cho didn’t have time to go curl up in her room and cry for the next hour, which was why she turned to the books to distract herself.

Not that a Ravenclaw with her nose perpetually buried in books was all that surprising, but at least one person had noticed that this Ravenclaw was different.

“When the sky tears dry and the clouds part to reveal the shining stars, then will the future become clear and the sun smile down.”

At least, Cho thought he had noticed.



And, still for Fiat,
Filch/Norris + catnip (75 words - sorry they ended up so short)

Hundreds of students had passed through the office, and they’d each seen different things – the chains, the dirt, the shabby furniture, the files – but none of them had ever noticed the small canister of dried herbs.

But Ms. Norris, of course, knew all about it.

“Hello, my sweet. Would you like a little treat?”

As Filch pulled the lid off the canister the wafted smell caught Ms. Norris’ nose, and her tattered ears perked up.



For ladylisse
Cho/Harry/Cedric - AH (160 words)

Cho was probably the luckiest woman on the planet, and pretty much everyone knew it. They’d briefly considered keeping thing secret, but when the men in her life were the Boy Who Lived and one of England’s premier Quidditch stars it had been obvious to her, at least, that secrecy wasn’t an option. Which was just as well, it seemed, because hiding how he felt wasn’t something Harry was any good at, and Cedric seemed to see denying that he loved the other two as a sort of betrayal. Sometimes Cho thought she was the only person in the world with any sense at all.

There had been a brief scandal, a flurry of paper articles and reporters coming by for stories and photos. Harry had practice at ignoring them, and Cedric had the patience of a saint, which kept Cho sane until they finally gave up and went away.

And that was just fine with the three of them.



For tourjoursimpur
my beloved Seamus/Dean (85 words)

Wine made Seamus really affectionate. Hermione tended to look at Dean funny every time he said it and mutter, ‘How can you tell?’ but it was true. Wine went straight to the Irishman’s head in a way that whiskey and liquor never did.

Not that Dean would complain. Especially not when the short blond man would crawl into his lap after two or three glasses and start nuzzling his way down Dean’s neck. Wine made Seamus really affectionate, and yes, by God, Dean could tell.



For mattador
Lucius/Narcissa - the courtship (267 words)

Narcissa found Lucius Malfoy to be beyond creepy. She knew she’d be marrying him when she finished with Hogwarts, she’d been told when she was thirteen and had come to accept it a while ago. It didn’t stop her from having fun in school, it didn’t stop her from having a life, and she didn’t plan on letting it stop her from dating. But when she turned fifteen the whole thing got out of hand. He’d turned up at the party her parents were throwing her with a bouquet of roses. She’d been polite, of course, but the fact that she didn’t want him there had come through quite clearly and he’d soon left.

A week later he’d come back and gotten her father’s permission to take her out. Not her permission. Her father’s.

And it didn’t stop there, unfortunately. By the time school had started again all of her friends knew who Lucius Malfoy was and could spot him in a crowd. By a week into classes all of the fifth years knew of him and the chocolates he would send her (which she would then give away.) By the end of the first Hogsmeade weekend everyone from third year up had seen the older man taking the teenaged girl around and buying her things – lunch, flowers, stuffed animals, even a diamond pendant. The message was clear.

When she got back to Hogwarts the flowers were thrown out, and the stuffed animals were all gracing beds in the underclass dorms. But she kept the pendant. Narcissa might not have liked Lucius Malfoy, but she wasn’t stupid.



Still for Matt,
Cho, about Harry, pre-Cedric (74 words)

It was hard not to notice that Harry liked her, and Cho wasn’t stupid. Neither, unfortunately, were her friends, all of whom had noticed the famous fourth year following her around. They all thought it was great fun, but Cho found it kind of frustrating. Harry was awfully sweet, but he really was just a little boy. Not old enough in Cho’s eyes. Not like, say... oh, the Hufflepuff seeker, Cedric Diggory, for instance.



For nmalfoy
Clark/Lex (my apologies, I don't actually know Smallville. Went with alternate Superman canon) (132 words)

Lois was, he discovered, frightfully boring. Not that he was going to let her onto this discovery – it was none of her business what he thought of her, and she was far too useful to alienate in such a way. Besides, dangling the girl on a thread was amusing, in its own way.

It didn’t take him long to see how Clark reacted to his presence; no, to his presence in Lois’ life. And wasn’t that and interesting effect.

When showed up at the office with flowers, Clark glowered. When he invited Lois on their first date Clark glared. And when he kissed her... If looks could kill, Lex would be dead. And Lex was well aware that Clark’s looks could kill. Added to the thrill, as far as Lex was concerned.


And also for Nancy,
Tom/Ginny (125 words)

The feeling of a hand soothing her mussed hair simply caused Ginny to cry more, although her sobs were muffled until she was simply shaking. It’s not there, it’s not there. He’s not there, she chanted to herself in her own mind.

Oh, but I am here, Ginny my love.

“No you’re not!” she whispered harshly, curling up more tightly.

I’m always here, Ginny.

“You’re just a nightmare,” she half sobbed.

-That’s right, Ginny love. I’m your own personal nightmare.

“Go away!” she was almost shouting at the darkness.

Never. Never ever leaving you, my darling.

“Please... please... just go away...” The feeling of his hand left her, but she knew he hadn’t gone anywhere. He was her nightmare, and he was always with her.



For romana03,
A lesson in being more specific which I hope she enjoys... *mini!grin* (167 words)

The children had no idea about what really went on in their professors’ lives, which was just as well. They had enough trouble conceiving of the professors existing outside the school, going on holiday, having lives that didn’t revolve around the classroom. If the kidlets knew what they were up to right under their noses they’d probably die of shock.

“I can’t believe you, Minerva.”

“Oh, honestly Irma, why are you so upset. You and I agreed months ago that it wasn’t working between us. You knew eventually I’d move on.”

“Yes, but to her?”

“And what’s wrong with Xiomara?”

“You’re dating my ex!”

“Calm down Irma. You’re always so overdramatic.”

“Overdramatic!”

There was a faint knock on the door, and one of the third years peeked her head into Professor McGonagall’s office to see Madame Pince standing up and smoothing out her robes, face perfectly composed.

“Thank you for seeing me, Professor,” the Librarian said with perfect poise.

Professor McGonagall merely nodded. “Of course. Any time.”



For goodtimenation
Stephen/Hannah (influenced by TSW, obviously) (159 words)

Hannah might have been head over heels distracted whenever Stephen was around, but she wasn’t stupid. She saw the way his room mates watched her, saw the looks Kevin would shoot her on the few times he was actually with the rest of the Ravenclaws.

She saw them, but she didn’t understand.

Stephen told her that he loved her, and that it didn’t matter, and that he loved her, and the conversation rather got away from them. So it wasn’t that Hannah was actually worried. Just confused.

Anthony simply smiled and said not to worried, because Stephen obviously cared about her a lot, and congratulations.

Michael very rarely said anything, but he smiled at her in the hallway before turning to whisper to Anthony. Hannah rather thought they were talking about her, but then Stephen would tell her he loved her, and it stopped mattering.

After all, he loved her, and knowing that sent her floating through the roof.



Hope you all enjoy. Certainly kept me amused through class. :D