{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora","title":"Miss Cora","subtitle":"Miss Cora","author":{"name":"Miss Cora"},"link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"service.feed","type":"application\/x.atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom","title":"Miss Cora"}}],"updated":"2011-02-11T16:29:04Z","entry":[{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:131427","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/131427.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=131427"}}],"title":"misscora @ 2006-10-28T12:38:00","published":"2006-10-28T03:39:34Z","updated":"2011-02-11T16:29:04Z","content":"Everything except the fics has now been locked up. They will go next, both from this journal and off of whatever archives they may be on. If you want to keep reading my real life journal, tell me now or forever hold your peace."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:126792","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/126792.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=126792"}}],"title":"This is all Alicia's fault...","published":"2005-08-26T14:53:29Z","updated":"2005-08-26T14:55:15Z","content":"A short scene, explaining one of the many, many<\/i> reasons why Jean would be a hypocrite if she stopped Terry and Bobby. X-posted to <\/a>x_project<\/b><\/a><\/span>

(Non-canononical backstory for <\/a>x_jeangrey<\/b><\/a><\/span>, set when she is aproximately fifteen.)



The door shut behind the boy with a solid \u2018thunk\u2019 and Jean huffed, a definite pout on her face. She hadn\u2019t even gotten to say good night or tell him she\u2019d call or anything<\/i>. Not like she couldn\u2019t just talk to him the next time she ordered pizza, though...

\u201cYou are restricted to Chinese take-out for the next year<\/i>, young lady.\u201d Professor Xavier\u2019s voice was stern.

Jean scowled at him. \u201cBut Professor...!\u201d

\u201cYear and a half.\u201d

\u201cYou can\u2019t do<\/i> that!\u201d She didn\u2019t care that she sounded petulant. He was being so<\/i> unreasonable.

\u201cI am not being unreasonable. Your father left you in my care, you are my responsibility, and under my roof you will follow my rules.\u201d

\u201c\u2019No boys\u2019 isn\u2019t even a rule, it\u2019s a dictatorial caveat.\u201d

\u201cAnd it still stands.\u201d

\u201cGah! You\u2019re impossible! You never let me have any fun! You never let me do anything<\/i>! I\u2019m stuck up here in the mansion, all on my own, the only people who\u2019re even within a decade and a half of my age I ever see are the delivery boys and now you\u2019re being completely<\/i> unfair about one little incident...\u201d

\u201cLittle incident? When I was your age I\u2019d have been forced to marry any girl I was caught with in such a position.\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s because you practically grew up in the stone age<\/i>.\u201d

\u201cJean Grey, you are here to learn to control your special talents, and to study so you don\u2019t fall completely behind your peers, academically speaking, while you do.\u201d

\u201cAnd clearly it\u2019s not possible for me to have any<\/i> fun while I do all that, or even, God forbid, ever talk to a boy.\u201d

Charles restrained the impulse to answer \u2018Yes, exactly.\u2019 \u201cYou are being most<\/i> childish about this.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m being childish? I\u2019m<\/i> being childish? Well fine! If I\u2019m such a child, why don\u2019t you just ground me and get it over with. Not that it\u2019d make any difference, cause I never leave, anyway.\u201d

\u201cJean...\u201d Charles tried, hoping to calm the girl down, but she was having none of it.

\u201cGah!\u201d she cried again, flinging her hands in the air in one of those extravagant gestures no one over the age of twenty would even consider making. \u201cYou know, whatever. It doesn\u2019t matter. I\u2019m good ninety nine days out of a hundred and the first time I ever try to blow off any steam you get all stuffy. You\u2019re such a... such a... such a father<\/i>!\u201d She spun on her heel and headed determinedly towards the door. When she got there, though, she spun back around. \u201cHonestly, anybody else would be glad I was experimenting here where you know I\u2019m safe and can take care of me. Next<\/i> time, I\u2019m just going to steal the car!\u201d And with that, she spun around again and flounced out.

Charles sighed, hands rising to rub at his temples. Now that Jean had left, the quiet amusement of the mansion\u2019s other resident was much easier to pick out.

\u201cAh, teenagers. They are such<\/i> fun, are they not?\u201d

\u201cI don\u2019t know why<\/i> I let her father talk me into taking her on... She\u2019s such a handful.\u201d"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:124802","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/124802.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=124802"}}],"title":"of course... ","published":"2005-07-25T01:43:16Z","updated":"2005-07-25T01:43:16Z","content":"anyone with my phone address is free to hassle\/entertain me for the next seven hours or so..."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:111107","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/111107.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=111107"}}],"title":"very late new fics","published":"2004-12-18T13:49:52Z","updated":"2004-12-18T13:49:52Z","content":"In three parts!
Generic disclaimer: Nope, none of them are mine.

First, for <\/a>evil_erato<\/b><\/a><\/a>

Next, for <\/a>ciceronianus<\/b><\/a><\/a>

Finally, for <\/a>sisterpandora<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Seamus and Dean and Fingerpaints.

Title: Fingerpaints
Rating: R\/NC-17
Summary: Dean is not the only one with artistic talent.

When Seams got an idea like this it was the general consensus that the best response was to run away, very, very fast. This was difficult, though, if you were a) in love with him, b) lived with him, and c) woke up to find yourself tied to your bed without a shirt.

“You see,” Seamus said, “you are not the only one here who has artistic talent. I have a very good color sense and an excellent feeling for the flow of a piece. I also,” he added after a short pause, “have finger paints.”

“Oh, God,” Dean groaned. He would have liked to bury his head under the pillows but the restraints were definitely in the way. Instead he said, “Tell me they are water soluble, Shame, and that you’re not about to ruin the sheets.”

“I’ll do you one better. They are both water soluble and<\/i> non-toxic.” Crawling up on the bed, Seamus straddled Dean’s hips and showed him the package of paints then set them on the bedside table. Opening them, he dipped a finger into the red and grinned before dragging the finger lightly along the underside of Dean’s collarbone.

“Christ, Seamus, that’s cold<\/i>,” Dean gasped.

“It’ll warm up,” he said, sliding the finger across Dean’s chest and under his other collarbone. Dipping another finger into the yellow he pulled it slowly down Dean’s sternum, trailing lighter and lighter until the line tapered to an end at his bellybutton and Dean groaned. Three fingers dripping green paint were soon running up Dean’s left side, outlining his ribs before gripping his hip and Dean vaguely thought the paint might just be burned into his skin from the heat of Seamus’ hand as the other man leaned over to steal his breath with a kiss.

The heavy blue paint being rubbed into the skin around his nipples without ever providing any real relief was close to being Dean’s undoing and the white palm prints that were left on his cheeks as Seamus held him still to kiss him again were matched by a pale print at the edge of Dean’s pajama bottoms.

“Christ, Seamus...” Dean moaned as the smaller man dragged his pants down. He gasped as Seamus wrapped a hand slick with luridly purple paint around his erection and pulled against the restraints.

“And just think,” Seamus said as he began to stroke. “After I’m done I can take you in to the shower, clean you up, and start again with a fresh canvas.

“God, Seamus,” Dean panted. “Next time I’m taking paint brushes to ever single inch of your skin and... God! ... And when I’m done I’m going to... Fuck! ... Going to sign you and hang you in a gallery.”

“Yeah, right,” Seamus said, hand moving faster and faster. “Like you’d share a masterpiece like me.”"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:110258","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/110258.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=110258"}}],"title":"misscora @ 2004-12-01T20:12:00","published":"2004-12-01T03:11:34Z","updated":"2004-12-01T03:11:34Z","content":"For <\/a>aiglet<\/b><\/a><\/span>, for being a smart ass.

Title: Hrmph
Rating: G
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary:

“Hrmph,” Zacharaias said, leaning against the Common Room wall.

“Good man, Smith,” Justin shot back. “Soon you’ll make it to the babbling stage and the one word utterances and some day you, too, will be able to form full sentences.”

“Shove off, Finch-Fletchley,” Zacharias said. Shoving off the wall he moved over to where the seventh years were talking together, hovering above Susan’s chair.

“ Why don’t you, Zach. It’s not like you can’t hang out with the sixth years.” Hannah gave the younger boy a less than welcoming look.

“Susan,” he said, ignoring the other girl. “Susan, why won’t you go with me to the ball? Come on.”

“I already told<\/i> you, Zacharias, I’m going with someone else.”


“Hrmph,” he said again and turned, stomping out of the room.

“Honestly, that boy,” Susan said with a sigh.

“The way you say boy, my dear, sounds like an imprecation against all our number and I beg you not to associate the rest of us with that lout.” Justin grinned at the girl, but she ignored him, turning back to her Arithmancy book.


***

“Hrmph.”

“So, tell me, Smith, does that whole non-verbal thing really work for you with the Hufflepuff girls? Or is that why you’re asking the Gryffindors now?”

Zacharias ignored the Creevey boy and looked Weasley again. “Are you sure, Weasley?”

“You’re asking me to the ball and yet you still call me by my last name? For all I know you really want to be asking Ron.”

“Hrmph!”

“Who knew you could sound offended without actually saying anything?”

“Shush, Neville. No, Smith, I won’t go with you.”

Nodding slightly, Zacharias shrugged and turned away.



***


“Don’t even bother, Smith,” Mandy said, cutting the boy off. “We’ve heard about your serial invitations. Let’s do this the quick way. Any girls here willing to go with him to the ball, raise your hands.” She paused and no one moved. “Alright, there you go. Head off then – we’re working.”

“Hrmph,” Zacharias said with a scowl.

“Hey, Smith, I’ll go with you,” Terry Boot said with a grin.

Stomping off, Zacharias let out a quiet, “Hrmph.”

***


“Is it true you’ve gone entirely non-verbal?” Little Natalie Macdonald was peering up at the Hufflepuff she’d hunted down – the strangest stories were going around about him.

“Hrmph,” he practically snarled at her.

“You’re not under some sort of diabolical Slytherin curse, are you? Doomed to grunt your life away?”

“Hrmph,” he said, more of a amused snort than anything else.

“Cause if you were I’d be willing to help...” The girl trailed off, wide blue eyes fixed on him.

“Hrm...?”

“Really, anything that I could do...”

“...”

“Anything at all...”

“Want to go to the ball?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Natalie smiled brightly. “Yes, I would. Honestly, you’ve gone through practically every other girl in the school.”

“Hrmph.”"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:106725","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/106725.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=106725"}}],"title":"For Fiat","published":"2004-10-13T01:40:21Z","updated":"2004-10-13T01:40:21Z","content":"My response to everyone who seems to think that ambitious (hence, Slytherin) female means whore. This will probably never go anywhere, but it wanted to start itself in my head.



\"So you're wanted his power and now you can't get it?\"

She turned and gave the girl a patronizing smile. \"Darling, I fuck people for fun<\/i>, because I want to. For the power trip<\/i>. Fucking someone for power would be beneath me. Besides,\" she added, brushing a final hair into place. \"I hardly need to fuck someone to get their power.\""},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:104153","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/104153.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=104153"}}],"title":"So, I'm late...","published":"2004-08-29T06:38:14Z","updated":"2004-08-29T06:38:14Z","content":"What else is new?

Happiest of Birthdays, dearest <\/a>jlh<\/b><\/a><\/a>mattador<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Harry\/Susan (130 words)

“I’m not going to leave you!”

“I can’t protect you!”

“I don’t need your protection!” Susan’s dark eyes flashed, her fists resting on her hips in defiance. “I will not leave you to fight alone.”

“This is my fight.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry. This fight is everyone’s fight, and I won’t let you face it alone.”

Fiercely loyal was really the best way to describe Susan. Fiercely loyal and “unafraid of toil” – she epitomized the strengths of Hufflepuff House, and Harry loved her for it. Of course, he was also infuriated by her stubbornness. “Susan, all the signs... the prophecy...”

“Fuck the prophecy, Harry. I’m going with you.”

“I need to know you’re safe. Please, Susan.”

“No, Harry. You want to know I’m safe, but I know you won’t be.”

<\/a>


For <\/a>avariel_wings<\/b><\/a><\/a>


For <\/a>arwena<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Seamus\/Dean (290 words)

Seamus looked sinfully good, his hair turning gold in the sun and the lightly tanned skin of his chest shining like bronze.

“Do you really<\/i> have to study, Dean?”

“Yes, Seamus.”

“Because there’s better things we could be doing.”

“No, Seamus.” Dean occasionally wondered if Seamus knew just how much will power it took not to jump him basically all the time, and then the Irish boy would do things like this – lying about like his own personal Irish Adonis and tempting him so – and Dean knew for a fact that Seamus knew what he did to him.

“But spring is all about sex, Dean,” Seamus purred. “We should celebrate spring.”

“Spring is about fertility,” Dean said, turning the page of his textbook. “If you really want me to celebrate spring I’ll go find Ginny.”

Seamus growled lowly and Dean exerted his will again not to shudder. Rolling over, Seamus pushed himself up on his arms, and Dean’s eyes flickered over to watch the play of muscles in his chest. “You’re fucking aggravating, Dean.”

“Yes, I know,” Dean agreed, turning the page again.

Apparently, Seamus was paying more attention than Dean had thought. “You’re not studying,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “No way you read that page.”

“Oh?” Dean asked, mentally swearing to himself.

Seamus crawled closer, pushing his face towards Dean’s. “Yes.”

Sighing, Dean gave up. Seamus was right – it had been almost half an hour since he’d really gotten any work done. With a snap he shut the book on his lap, dropping it on the ground. “Oh, fine...” he said then pushed Seamus off balance, pinning him to the ground. “You win, as usual. Completely irresistible.” Rather than let Seamus smirk at him, Dean kissed him deeply.


<\/a>



For <\/a>sisterpandora<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Robin\/Marion (172 words)

Their lives had become calm – things happened in time, but there always seemed to be more time. Time to wait, time t play, time to lie in the sun, her head pillowed on her love’s lap as around them the celebration went on.

Marion smiled up at the crown of early spring flowers one of the children had bestowed on Robin’s head, reaching up to run her fingers through his dark hair.

Robin caught her hand, turning his head to press a kiss into her palm. “The sun is setting, love,” he said. “They’ll be lighting the bonfire soon.”

“Mmm, yes...”Rolling her shoulders, Marion stretched across his lap, arching her back slightly and smiling as she saw Robin’s eyes trail along the swell of her breasts disappearing into her bodice.

Robin’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up, stealing a heated kiss from her lips as he pressed his body to hers. His flower crown slipped from his head unnoticed, as the torch was set to kindle the Beltane bonfire.


<\/a>


And also for Ely, Ron\/Padma (110 words)

Ron stood above her and the chessboard as he made his final move. “Check mate,” he said, then leaned down to kiss her deeply.

Padma arched up into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her from her chair and swept her into his arms.

“Bed?” Ron asked softly as he began trailing kisses down her throat.

“Mmm...” Padma purred, her head falling back. “You won, love – your call.”

He delivered a soft nip on her shoulder and smiled. “True, true... Shower then, I think. Merlin knows I love making you wet.”

“Prat,” Padma said with a chuckle, then pulled him back for another deep kiss.
<\/a>


There you go all. Enjoy!"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:96053","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/96053.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=96053"}}],"title":"drabbles!","published":"2004-04-23T15:40:06Z","updated":"2004-04-23T15:40:06Z","content":"Here are this weeks drabbles...

For <\/a>meallanmouse<\/b><\/a><\/a>


For <\/a>primroseburrows<\/b><\/a><\/a>


For <\/a>iscaris<\/b><\/a><\/span>, my attempt at something not entirely unlike Viggo\/Elijah... (116 words)


“This is terrifying<\/i>, Lij,” Viggo said without turning away from the screen.

“So, why are you still looking at it?”

“No, I mean really<\/i> terrifying. You, me, Dom, Orli... Is that even possible?”

“How would I<\/i> know?”

Viggo turned away from the computer, staring at Elijah. “Our fans are insane.”

“Yep.” Elijah turned the page of the script he was looking over.

“Like, really insane.”

“Yep.”

“I mean...”

“This is why I<\/i> don’t go looking at those sites,” Elijah said, cutting Viggo off.

Viggo sat in thought for a little bit, watching Elijah read. Finally he said, “Hey, Lij, have you ever wondered...”

That got Elijah’s attention. “Don’t even start,” he said. “Just, no.”

Viggo grinned.
<\/a>


And, also for Rhysenn, Aragorn\/Frodo, (129 words)


Frodo should never bow his head.<\/i> The thought crossed Aragorn’s mind as he saw the four of them, bowing down to him. Not him. Not now.<\/i>

And so he acted, causing the four to stand and dropping to his knees before the true savior of Middle Earth. Without Frodo his kingdom would be naught and all those he loved would have fallen.

And the king knelt, and bowed his head to the small people of the Shire, and the kingdom followed, and all knelt before they who had saved them all.

It was an awesome and terrible moment, and Frodo’s companions shook slightly with the grandeur of the view – hundreds of heads bowed to them.

But Frodo’s gaze was fixed on Aragorn – the king, his friend – and he understood.
<\/a>


For <\/a>rexlapinii<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Moody in Hufflepuff (187 words)


“Alastor! Alastor, hold up!”

Alastor Moody paused and turned around as his friend ran up. “What do you need, Arthur?” he asked.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Arthur asked.

“Studying,” Alastor answered, as though this ought to be readily apparent.

“What, all weekend?” Arthur raised his eyebrows. “You work too hard.” That got him a snort out of Alastor. “Right, right. No such thing as working too hard, I know,” Arthur said before Alastor could reply. “But, hey, I wanted to ask you something. Molly’s agreed to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend if I can find someone to go with her friend in Ravenclaw.”

Alastor sighed. ”Arthur, I need<\/i> too study. NEWTs are coming up and you know<\/i> how important it is for me to do well so I can become an Auror.”

“Oh, come on, please? It’s weeks until NEWTs and you’re going to do fine. Please Alastor? Please do this. For me?”

Alastor sighed. “Yeah, all right. I’ll do it for you, Arthur. But if she makes any badger jokes, I’ll hex her.”

Arthur grinned. “Great, great. Thanks Alastor, you’re the best.”
<\/a>


For <\/a>killerbeautiful<\/b><\/a><\/span>, The Prewetts. (167 words)


“Gideon, I’m not sure about this...” Fabian eyed the building. “You sure the information’s good?”

Gideon nodded. “You were there for the briefing – you know as much as I do.” He paused, then glanced at his brother. “Er, why?”

“Nothing...” Fabian said, slowly. “I just... I’ve got a bad feeling about this one.”

“Hmm... You think... You think we should let this one go?”

Fabian shook his head. “No, we can deal with it. Besides...” He looked serious. “I don’t want these bastards free to run around even one more night.”

Gideon nodded. “You’re right,” he agreed. “Let’s go.”

---


“I’ve got bad news, Arthur.” Alastor Moody’s face had appeared in the fireplace, and Arthur idly marked the new scars that had appeared on it.

“What happened?” he asked, and heard Molly sit in a chair behind him and the little whimper of the baby, Percy.

“It’s the Prewetts,” Moody said. “They were killed last night – set up. Five Death Eaters were waiting for them.”

“Oh, Merlin...”

<\/a>


Still for kb, Sirius\/Severus, (128 words)


“Fuck off, Black,” Severus said, looking somewhat startled to see the other man standing in his doorway.

“Nice to see you too, Snape.” Sirius pushed forward and Severus moved back, letting Sirius into his rooms.

“No, I mean it, Black. Fuck off. Or fuck off and die, if you would prefer.”

“I’ve come to apologize.”

“You’re kidding,” was the first thing out of Severus’ mouth.

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry.”

“Yes, you are.” But there was no venom in it – Snape was too stunned to really process any of this.

“Severus...”

“Snape. Call me Snape.”

“Severus...”

“No, Black. Just, no.”

“Snape, look. I’m... I’m sorry. I just want to explain.”

“Later, Sirius. I... I need to think.”

Sirius considered Severus, then nodded. “Yeah, ok. I’ll come back later.”
<\/a>


And still for kb, Vash\/Wolfwood from Trigun (my apologies, it's been a long time since I've seen Trigun... Hope this suits.) (91 words)


The priest hissed as his friend tended the wound in his arm.

“All right?” Vash asked, his voice concerned.

“Fine,” Wolfwood said through clenched teeth.

“You shouldn’t have followed me this time,” Vash said. “I told you not to.”

“You were outnumbered, you needed help.”

“It almost got you killed.”

“I’m not going to just let you walk into something like that on your own.”

“I don’t want to be the reason you’re killed!”

Wolfwood’s hand gripped Vash’s wrist, holding the hand that had been treating him still. “You won’t be.”
<\/a>


Finally, for me, S\/D\/L? silliness. (139 words)


“The hell are you doing, Seamus?”

“Getting ready for Hallowe’en. You know we’re doing it Muggle style this year.”

“Please tell me that’s not a lightning bolt drawn on your forehead.”

“Yep.”

“God above, why?”

“We’re going as The Fashionably Dressed Wonder Trio.”

“We?” Dean started. “We, Seamus?”

“Knock, knock!” Lavender pushed the door open, and Dean stared. Her straight, blonde hair had been colored and curled, and was now falling around her shoulders in well controlled curls as her dress robes hugged curves he didn’t want to think about Hermione having.

Seamus slipped a stylish pair of eyeglasses on. “Hurry up and get changed, Dean,” he said. “I put your robes on your bed.”

“Damn it, I was afraid you’d say that.” Eyeing the well tailored robes Seamus had set out, he added, “You’re not<\/i> dying my hair.”
<\/a>


There you go, all. Hope you like!"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:95709","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/95709.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=95709"}}],"title":"Drabbles from Friday...","published":"2004-04-18T10:33:03Z","updated":"2004-04-18T10:33:03Z","content":"Sorry about the delay on this batch. Had stuffs to do.

For <\/a>sisterpandora<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Fred\/Angelina (157)


The three were far from indistinguishable. Katie was the more outgoing – always willing to start conversations with strangers and make new friends, and Alicia was the more ‘feminine’ – spending time on her hair and actually wearing make-up just for the hell of it, while Angelina was the most filled with wonder. Maybe it was her Muggle background, but everything Angelina saw seemed to be new and interesting, everything she did was exciting and wonderful. There was something amazingly refreshing about the way she looked at the world, and, when he sat down and thought about it, that was what pulled Fred in.

He’d always known the three girls as three, thought of them as a single unit, but as they became disparate in his mind it was Angelina’s wonderment that became entrancing in its own right.

And when Angelina, in her wide-eyed examination of the world, became aware of Fred’s examination of her, her wonder simply increased.
<\/a>


Also for Ely, Snape\/Trelawney, (127)


When he figured out what the hell she was doing, Snape was horrified. “She’s mad, Albus,” he said, but Dumbledore simply smiled that aggravatingly cheerful smile. Killing his employer would be a bad idea, he had to remind himself, and then made his way down to the Great Hall to ignore the psychotic woman staring down the table at him. If he could get out of his duties as Head of Slytherin House he’d have avoided the Great Hall altogether.

Unfortunately, That Woman knew he was trapped.

Not that it seemed she was going to say anything. No, she wasn’t even going to give him the small joy of ripping her to bits for approaching him. Instead, she simply stared, and watched, and smiled<\/i>... It was sickening.
<\/a>


And still for Ely, Snape\/Filch, because she is strange. *grin* (82)


Argus was the only one in the whole damned building who even came close to understanding him. Flora told him he was too suspicious, and Minerva told him he was too harsh on people. Poppy tried to coddle him and Filius tried to ‘cheer him up’. The only person in the whole damned building<\/i> who wouldn’t try to ‘help’ him was Argus, so it probably wasn’t that surprising that he’d ended up hunting the caretaker down when he actually did need help.
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For <\/a>morganmuffle<\/b><\/a><\/a>


For <\/a>sternel<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Snape\/McGonnagal. (70)


“There’s something very<\/i> weird about this,” Severus said, seemingly to himself. In answer, the cat curled up on his lap simply arched her back into his caressing hand with a little purr-like sound. “No, really, Minerva, this is strange. You’ve been coming down here every night for almost a week, and all I can figure is you just like ‘skritches’.”

Again, the cat said nothing, and Severus sighed. “Very strange.”

<\/a>


For <\/a>primroseburrows<\/b><\/a><\/a>


Now, off to do at least some work..."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:94848","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/94848.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=94848"}}],"title":"Drabbles!","published":"2004-04-09T17:13:21Z","updated":"2004-04-10T00:31:19Z","content":"Here they are, as promised!


For <\/a>sisterpandora<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Merlin\/Nimue (282 words)

That may have been a bad idea,<\/i>-- 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.
<\/a>


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<\/i> 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.

<\/a>


For <\/a>arwena<\/b><\/a><\/span>
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<\/i>.

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?”
<\/a>


For <\/a>fiatincantatum<\/b><\/a><\/a>


Also for Fiat,
Cho\/Centaur (99 words)

Men, <\/i>Cho thought, really sucked.<\/i> 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<\/i> he had noticed.
<\/a>


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.
<\/a>


For <\/a>ladylisse<\/b><\/a><\/span>
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.
<\/a>


For <\/a>tourjoursimpur<\/b><\/a><\/span>
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.
<\/a>


For <\/a>mattador<\/b><\/a><\/span>
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.
<\/a>


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

It was hard not<\/i> 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.
<\/a>


For <\/a>nmalfoy<\/b><\/a><\/span>
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 <\/i>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.
<\/a>

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, <\/i>she chanted to herself in her own mind.

Oh, but I am here, Ginny my love.<\/i>

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

I’m always here, Ginny.<\/i>

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

-That’s right, Ginny love. I’m your own personal nightmare.<\/i>

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

Never. Never ever leaving you, my darling.<\/i>

“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.
<\/a>


For <\/a>romana03<\/b><\/a><\/span>,
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<\/i>?”

“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.”
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For <\/a>goodtimenation<\/b><\/a><\/span>
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.
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Hope you all enjoy. Certainly kept me amused through class. :D"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:94017","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/94017.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=94017"}}],"title":"So I'm in an odd mood...","published":"2004-04-05T14:45:07Z","updated":"2004-04-05T14:45:07Z","content":"And am writing Cora drabbles. As in, drabbles about me. *sighs* I am the Mary Sue of my own life...

So, because this amused me:

Fandom: RL
Characters: Cora, the professor
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Well, obviously the Cora character _does_ belong to me. I claim no ownership of my professor\/boss\/advisor however.
(231 words)

Cora stared at the computer and swore inside her head. The man was clearly<\/i> insane.

“If this is barred I’m the Queen of England,” she muttered as she switched off her diskman. Spinning her chair around she peered into her boss’ office. “Found another one,” she said, looking vaguely annoyed.

“Oh? What this time?” The professor stood, her heels clicking slightly on the wood floors as she made her way over to the computer Cora was working at.

Waving her hand at the screen, Cora sighed. “There’s no way this is barred,” she said. A few quick key clicks had pulled up several different views of the frustrating galaxy on her screen, and the professor looked them over, flicking between them.

“I think you’re right. Do a quick analysis of this here.” A delicate finger pointed to the screen. “I’d say at five pixels, maybe six. Save the file, but you don’t have to print it out.”

Cora nodded, another soft sigh escaping her. “Can do.” As the professor walked away Cora flipped her headphones back on, stabbing at the diskman before her fingers flew over the keyboard, creating the requested file and saving it on the ancient computer. Only another two hundred to go,<\/i> she thought to herself, the music slowly starting to take the tension out of her shoulders as she flipped to the next graph in the pile.


<\/a>

Right. I'm going to go get dinner before I do anything truly strange."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:93435","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/93435.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=93435"}}],"title":"*laugh*","published":"2004-04-02T14:46:10Z","updated":"2004-04-02T14:46:10Z","content":"So, as <\/a>ladylisse<\/b><\/a><\/span> can attest, our religion class isn't much for attention holding, but is good for fic type productivity. I guess my new policy is if you get me a drabble request by Thursday I'll write it and post it on Friday. :D Still any pairing\/topic\/character, any fandom.

For <\/a>meallanmouse<\/b><\/a><\/a>

For <\/a>mattador<\/b><\/a><\/span>. (My appologies. Luna I don't really have a handle on yet...)

Everyone thought that Luna was so strange, and Ginny couldn’t really argue. She managed, somehow, to be intensely vague – it was highly disconcerting. Somehow, and Ginny never knew how, Luna could give everything and nothing her absolute attention and focus at the same time<\/i>.

It was the strange focus that first caught Ginny’s attention. She started watching Luna in the classes they had together, and soon realized that the fascinating thing was that she could never tell what or Luna was really<\/i> focusing on. Luna could be watching Ginny watch Luna, and Ginny would never know.

“Luna?” she tried one day.

“Hmmm?”

“What are you thinking about?”

Luna simply smiled dreamily and launched herself into an explanation of her strange thoughts. Ginny couldn’t follow it, but she had to admit – watching Luna was fascinating.

<\/a>

For <\/a>ladylisse<\/b><\/a><\/span>

“We’re going sailing.”

“Well, that was abrupt.” Lavender raised an eyebrow at Dean, cocking her head so her hair fell down over her shoulder.

“This weekend we’re going sailing. Don’t make any plans.”

“Are you mad, Dean?” Seamus spoke up. “I already have plans – I’m on call at the hospital.”

“Talked to Michael, he’s going to trade weeks with you.”

Seamus glowered. “You what?”

“So, we’re going sailing.”

“You’re quite mad, Dean,” Lavender said, smilng.

“Are you saying you’re not going?”

“No, course not. I’m in.”

“Excellent. Fantastic. Wunderbar. Seamus?”

“This is absurd. I’m not going.”

“Please? Oh, please...” Dean turned the full force of his charm on his lover. Lavender couldn’t help the little smirk on her face.

“Dean...” Seamus tried to object, but denying those eyes was beyond him. “Fine, fine,” he sighed. “I’ll go.”

“Excellent.” Dean grinned. “Now to find a boat.”

****

“This is madness,” Seamus moaned, leaning against the hull of the boat.

“I think it’s brilliant.” Lavender had taken to sailing like... well, like a fish to water. Her blonde hair flew in the wind, light freckles breaking out across her nose as her eyes sparkled at Seamus.

“Yo ho, me harties!” Dean called out, swinging down from the half deck.

“Mad,” Seamus muttered.

“Love you too, Shame. You’re just upset the boat’s Muggle.”

“It would be safer if it had spells on...”

“Don’t be such a worry-wart,” Lavender chided, leaning against Dean with a smile. “Come, have fun.” Holding out her hand to haul him to his feet, she pulled Seamus to stand with them.

“Hmm... fun...” The dreary tone remained in his voice, but he wrapped an arm around both of them, pressing a kiss to Lavender’s cheek.

****

“I feel sick...” Seamus’ moan was back as he lay against the deck, staring up at the sky.

“’S jus’ th’ rockin’ o’ th’ sea, m’lad,” Dean mumbled, half swaying half staggering around the deck with Lavender in a strange sort of dance.

“No, no it’s not. It’s definitely the rum.”

“Don’ malign th’ rum, m’lad.”

“M’lad?” Seamus asked. “Since when am I...”

“Oh Seamus, do stop complaining, love.”

“My head, Lav. Merlin... my head...”

“You’ve no stomach f’r th’ drink t’all, ‘m’lad.”

“Going to kill you when we’re back on land.” Seamus muttered at Dean.

“Dean, I’d not joke about such things. He’ll drink you under the table when we’re home and then I’ll have to deal with you both complaining of the hangovers.”

“Ne’er ge’ a hangover,” they both said, almost in perfect synch.

“What do you call this, then, Seamus?”

“Rum is a vile drink, and the sea is a horrid place. Give me proper whiskey and a nice seat in a pub.”

“Y’re jus’ cranky,” Dean slurred at him.

“I may be cranky, but I’m hardly just<\/i> cranky.”

“You know, Shame,” Lavender said, taking a drink from the bottle near her. “The sea has its high points.”

“Oh? What?”

“Well, the rocking motion...”

“Makes me sick.” Seamus pouted at the blonde.

Moving away from Dean, Lavender settled down next to Seamus, the rum’s affects only showing in the slight unfocusing of her eyes. “But Shame,” she said coaxingly, trailing a hand down his arm. “Imagine how much fun sex could be.”

That got Seamus’ attention, his gaze flicking between Lavender above him and Dean leaning against the mast, grinning blearily at him. “Well...” he said slowly. “You may have a point.”

“When you’re head is feeling better,” Lavender said, pressing a rum flavored kiss to Seamus’ lips before standing up and returning to her wildly rocking dance with Dean.

Watching them, Seamus finally sat up. Pushing to his feet, he moved unsteadily towards the pair. “This whole sailing thing might not be so bad,” Seamus said, and Dean grinned at him.

“There we go, m’lad,” he said. Laughing, he pulled the smaller man towards him, into their dance.

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And, for me, I guess...

It had been a slow and wonderful day – they’d all finished their work earlier and the weather had been too lovely to stay inside. The three had been out on the lawn for hours – some of the others had come by for a while, but none of them had really had the energy for company.

Now they lay, Ginny resting her head on Neville’s stomach as he ran a hand through her hair while Colin laid on his stomach, camera left within arms reach but his attention taken up by a piece of grace he was tracing along Neville’s arm.

“Tickles a bit, Colin,” Neville said quietly, not moving the arm away from the other boy.

“Mmm,” was all Colin said, continuing to trace patterns.

Rolling over, Ginny resettled herself so she could see both boys. Reaching out, she caught Colin’s hand, pulling him closer. “I’m sleepy,” she muttered.

As Colin shifted, moving closer, he wrapped the captured arm around Ginny’s waist. The shift let him curl up around Ginny, head resting on Neville’s chest. “Works for me,” he said. Colin pressed a kiss to Neville’s chest and closed his eyes.

“Yeah, I can deal with this.” Neville draped his arm around Colin’s shoulders, his fingers slowing their motion through Ginny’s hair as he drifted to sleep, warm, comfortable, and content.
<\/a>

So yeah, if you want drabbles, just ask. :D"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:92484","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/92484.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=92484"}}],"title":"more drabbles...","published":"2004-03-26T08:00:46Z","updated":"2004-03-26T08:00:46Z","content":"Yep, I'm still taking drabble requests. If you make any now I may not get to them until after the weekend, but I promise to do them, no matter the topic, fandom, or whatever. You should ask!

And here are the latest:

For <\/a>fiatincantatum<\/b><\/a><\/a>nothingbutfic<\/b><\/a><\/span>'s Seamus. (202 words)

Seamus didn’t understand Ravenclaws. He’d always thought they were sort of, well, dull – all wrapped up in their books and concerned about their studies, it wasn’t like they had real lives. Hermione certainly didn’t.

But now, now that he had no other options, here he was attempting to understand the inner workings of the Ravenclaws, and he was just confused. He was slowly forming a theory about intelligent people and their ability to have drama. Or was it trauma.

His entire dorm wasn’t speaking to him, everyone in Gryffindor seemed to have marked him as a plague carrier or something, and yet he was forced to admit that his issues just paled in comparison.

He just didn’t fit here. He couldn’t talk with any of them – they were all smarter, and better read, they all had these heavy opinions and desire to talk about deep and meaningful things, and they all had so many issues<\/i>.

He was going out of his mind.

But that didn’t mean he was going back. Seamus Finnigan went crawling back to no man, not even Harry Potter.

“Honestly, Michael, Aristotle was full of shit...”

Well, maybe.

Seamus began to wonder if the Hufflepuffs would be this bad.
<\/a>

Also for Fiat, Millicent\/Cho. (163 words)

Millicent leaned against the wall, lurking in the back of the library, her eyes fixed on one bent head, watching. A slight smile played over her lips as she stared, some thing between desire and anticipation in her looks.

As Cho Chang excused herself to her tablemates and came towards Millicent, browsing through the stacks, Milli moved back, standing in the darker shadows. Cho moved elegantly, her fingers trailing lightly over the spines of the books in front of her, unaware of the dark eyes fixed on her figure.

She started as she felt a pair of hands sliding down her sides, caressing her slight curves. “Who?”

“Quite, Chang,” Millicent’s voice was low and harsh as she trailed kisses and sharp bites down Cho’s neck. And Cho fell silent, becoming pliable in Millicent’s arms, stifling her moans. She didn’t understand why Millicent did this, never knew when or where to expect the other girl, but she took these moments greedily when they came.

<\/a>

For <\/a>jlh<\/b><\/a><\/a>

And, also for Clio, James\/Lily. (229 words)

James’ lips were on hers, his hands sliding down her sides, making their way towards the closings on her skirt as he pressed her to the wall. It was highly<\/i> distracting, and highly<\/i> enjoyable.

Unfortunately for James, it wasn’t distracting enough, and she caught the sound of the babies soft cries.

“James...” she mumbled into the kiss, but he ignored her. One hand slipped inside her open shirt, teasing along her skin. Lily whimpered slightly, and then tried again. “James, the baby...”

“He’s fine,” James muttered, trailing kisses down her collarbone.

“He’s crying<\/i>,” she argued, pushing weakly at her husband, trying to get him to move away.

“I don’t hear him.” His other hand had gotten her skirt open and was sliding it down, caressing the skin he revealed.

“James.” Some how Lily managed to sound aggravated, despite her arousal.

“Sirius will take care of him.”

“Sirius isn’t here.”

“I’ll fire call him.” James cut off her protests with another kiss, but Lily was unwilling to budge.

“Sirius is in Brighton,<\/i> James. Harry’s crying.” With a slight push she got James off balance enough to slip out from between him and the wall. A quick motion had her skirt back in place, if not neatly fastened, and she headed towards the baby’s room.

“Damn it,” James muttered. “Wonder if I can get Remus or Peter to baby sit tonight.”
<\/a>


See, you can ask for anything. You can even ask for multiple things!


As an aside, is there any chance any of you will be at ICon this weekend? Just sort of curious..."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:92169","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/92169.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=92169"}}],"title":"drabbles, the first...","published":"2004-03-25T21:58:14Z","updated":"2004-03-26T06:11:56Z","content":"

So, asking for ideas seems to have helped, at least a little. Still free to ask for as many (and as strange) drabbles as you like, but here's the first batch. (Looking at them, they're a very strange bunch... No wonder I'm having trouble writing these days. My style has actually changed kind of a lot, and I haven't been allowing for it or taking it into account. Hmmm.)<\/p>\n\n

For the hell of it, a Seamus\/Dean drabble: (183 words)
\n\nIt really wasn’t at all surprising that Seamus could act, Dean decided. Really, it ought to be illegal how much stage presence the boy had. It was quite alarming, when he sat down to think about it.<\/p>\n\n

Seamus could throw himself into any role, drawing you into the action and convincing you absolutely of its truth - when he told you to beware the coming storm you looked outside to see if the rain had started, when he choked up describing the death of his child you reached for your handkerchief, and when he professed his love for the blushing, young blonde acting opposite, Dean wanted to strangle the bint. That’s when Dean knew he had a problem.\n<\/p>

\n“How do I know you’re not just acting when you tell me you love me?” he asked one day, leaning idly against the wall opposite the mirror where Seamus was getting ready to go on.\n<\/p>

\nRaising an eyebrow at Dean’s reflection, Seamus didn’t even pause in applying the make-up charms. “There’s no script in real life, Dean,” he said, and Dean had to accept that. \n<\/p>

\n<\/p>

\n<\/a>\n<\/p>

\n\nFor <\/a>ladylisse<\/b><\/a><\/span>, trio!drabble: (144 words)
\n\nIt wasn’t that confusing when you got down to it, really. Hermione had said that ‘a three legged stool is the most stable and balance form known to man’, but Ron hadn’t understood what she meant, at least not at first. It was Harry who finally explained in a way that Ron could get.\n<\/p>

\n\n“I need you, Ron. I need you, and I need Hermione. Not like I need air, and not like I need food. I need you like I need myself, because you’re a part of me.”\n<\/p>

\n\nAnd, Ron realized, Hermione probably was right. Three must be stable, he thought, because he couldn’t imagine his life with out the two of them in it, balancing him out. \n<\/p>

\n\n“You complete me,” he said one night, and Hermione had just laughed.\n<\/p>

\n\n“Took you long enough to figure it out,” Harry said with a smile.\n<\/p>

\n\n<\/a>\n<\/p>

\nFor <\/a>meallanmouse<\/b><\/a>

<\/a>\n\n<\/p>

\nAlso for FW, Alison!drabble - from X_project: (216 words)\n
\n\nThere was nothing evil about the cookies, and that was probably the redeeming factor. All of the kids knew they’d have to face her and her cookies at some point – it was practically a right of passage these days – and it was just a question of what would bring it about. Have a fight in the corridor? Blow up at someone on the journal system? Fuck up with your powers, or bomb a particularly important test? Sooner or later (and always when you were least expecting it), you’ll stumble upon her – the Devil Woman.\n<\/p>

\n\nArmed with a bright grin, an iron will, and an apparently inexhaustible supply of cookies (those with clever minds and a basic knowledge of the school’s socio-political situation realized that with Lorna for a roommate the cookie supply actually was<\/i> inexhaustible,) the Devil Woman was a formidable foe. Ostensibly she’d laid down her mantle as school counselor, but the children knew better. She might hold no title, but the Devil Woman was one of the most feared and respected opponent in the battle against the adults, and none who knew what they were about would ever underestimate her.\n<\/p>

\n\nBut it is very hard to not trust that bright, winning smile and a plate of the best cookies this side of the Hudson.\n<\/p>

\n<\/a>\n<\/p>

\n\nFor <\/a>sisterpandora<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Robin Hood: (193 words)\n
\n\nHe was infuriating<\/i> in his smugness. ‘Savior of the Kingdom’, ‘Defender of the Crown’, ‘Friend of the King’, ‘Beloved of the Lady Marian’… Hah!\n\n<\/p>

\nThe problem, Marian reflected, was that Robin was just too<\/i> good. And he knew it. Unbested at archery, a formidable foe with a sword, quick of wit and glib of tongue, none could match his woodsmanship, nor out hunt him with knife or even stone. The man could even mend his own clothing, although of course he no longer bothered once he’d been pardoned and had reclaimed his lands and title. Marian was seriously overmatched, and it just wasn’t fair.\n<\/p>

\n\nBecause, of course, she did love him, very much. She simply couldn’t stand him, not now that he’d regained his title and left the woods behind him. \n\n<\/p>

\n“You were much more tolerable when you were still an outlaw,” she told him over breakfast one morning, and Robin simply smiled that smug smile of his.\n<\/p>

\n\n“That,” he said, “is because you want me to have some flaw, and being hunted and hated seemed better than being insufferable.”\n<\/p>

\n\n“You weren’t insufferable before.”\n<\/p>

\n\n“You weren’t paying attention.”\n<\/p>

\n\nAnd it was probably true.\n<\/p>

\n\n<\/a>\n<\/p>

\nFor <\/a>chapstickmess<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Boromir slash drabble - because you didn't say _who_ had to hurt, or why: (244 words)\n
\n\n\nHe was dying. This man he come to trust and respect, to rely on and even to love in his own way; this man was dying, and there was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could do to save Boromir, nothing to save Frodo and Sam. Sometimes Aragorn thought there was nothing he could do to save even himself. \n<\/p>

\n\n“I tried to take the ring from Frodo,” Boromir said, every word obviously costing him greatly. “I am sorry. I have paid.”\n<\/p>

\nAragorn simply stared, not understanding as Boromir continued.\n<\/p>

\n\n“... the Haflings: the Orcs have taken them.”\n<\/p>

\nIt was a shock. He’d thought he’d known Boromir, thought he’d understood. He’d seen that Boromir was tempted – he himself was tempted. They both fought against the temptation. But no, apparently Boromir had... had...\n<\/p>

\n“... save my people! I have failed.”\n<\/p>

\nEven as he denied it, Aragorn wondered in his heart if Boromir’s words might not be portentous. If this man, so strong and valiant a companion and fighter, had fallen what chance would any of them have.\n<\/p>

\n“No!” said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. “You have conquered...”\n<\/p>

\nAragorn could no save Boromir, could not save Frodo, might not be able to save Merry and Pippin. Aragorn could do nothing except soothe the worries of a dying man and plan to search out and seek his lost companions, lost because he had not been here. Never before had he felt so helpless.\n<\/p>

\n<\/a>\n<\/p>

\nFor <\/a>evil_erato<\/b><\/a>

<\/a>\n<\/p>

\nAnd also for Erato, Lavender\/Hermione: (195 words)\n
\n\nEveryone thought she was stupid, but Lavender Brown was far<\/i> from stupid. On the contrary, she was clever enough to realize that people expected less from you if you were beautiful. They looked at her perfectly done hair, her neatly manicured nails, her well matched outfits, and simply wrote her off.\n<\/p>

\n\nIt was very elegantly done, Hermione thought, once she caught on to the girl’s plan. Hell, Hermione knew what sort of grades the girl got (consistently middle of the class), and she’d still thought her dorm mate was little more than an airhead.\n<\/p>

\n\nWhen she was being honest, she admitted that it was the girl’s stunning looks that attracted her. It was not possible to see those cherry red lips and not want to kiss them, to admire the long blonde tresses and not want to run your hands through them. Certainly it wasn’t possible for Hermione.\n<\/p>

\nWhen she’d realized that Lavender was more than simply stunning she’d been more than stunned. Lavender had laughed at her, running her hands up and down Hermione’s sides.<\/p>

\n\n“Honestly, Hermione. For someone so very clever you can be very, very slow sometimes.”\n<\/p>

\n\nAnd Hermione couldn’t really argue.\n<\/p>

\n\n<\/a>\n<\/p>

\nFor <\/a>ennia<\/b><\/a><\/span>, Justin Finch-Fletchley at his finest: (227 words)\n
\n\nEveryone thought he was insufferable and full of himself, but that was Ernie. Or they thought he was angry, and always ready for a fight, but that was Zach. Some of them even thought he was quiet and soft spoken, and that<\/i> was Susan. Aggravating didn’t even begin to describe it.\n<\/p>

\n“Finch-Fletchley? Do I know a Finch... Oh right, you’re the gay Hufflepuff.”\n<\/p>

\n“I’m not<\/i> gay.”\n<\/p>

\n“No? Are you sure?”\n<\/p>

\nSurely he’d be the one to know, right?\n<\/p>

\n\n“Finch-Fletchley? Oh, you’re in my Herbology class, right?”\n<\/p>

\n“No, I’m in sixth year, you’re in fourth. I’m not in any of your classes.”\n<\/p>

\n“Hmm... Well, I’d swear I’ve seen you in class.”\n<\/p>

\n“Well, you’re wrong.”\n<\/p>

\nThe only person in the entire school who wasn’t a Hufflepuff and could reliably remember his name was Weasley.\n<\/p>

\n\n“Finch-Fletchley, you know that Harry’s still<\/i> not the Heir of Slytherin, right?”\n\n<\/p>

\nIf Weasley said it one more time, Justin would not be held responsible for his actions. \n\n<\/p>

\n“Ernie,” he said one day, as they sat in their usual place in the library (he’d caught Weasley looking at him funny again, and just knew he was in for some more torment sooner or later.) “Will you support my bid for world domination?”\n<\/p>

\nErnie didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Of course.”\n<\/p>

\n“Planning on being the next dark lord, Justin?” Hannah asked.\n<\/p>

\n“Yes. Are you in?”\n<\/p>

\n“Certainly.”\n\n<\/p>

\n<\/a>\n\n<\/p>

\n\nWant more? Just ask!"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:89444","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/89444.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=89444"}}],"title":"RANTS!","published":"2004-02-12T14:58:54Z","updated":"2006-10-16T02:42:18Z","content":"GAH!!!!

It's the too little sleep that's making me cranky, it really is, but still...

*wants to kill*

There are maybe three people in the world who can make me as aggravated as she can, but they all manage it so well... *sigh*

*takes deep calming breaths*

I'm so very tired, but I have to go sit through the second longest of the con meetings tonight, and I need to email one of the guests and apologize for deleting his email with his VERY IMPORTANT information and get him to send it again so I can make up a spreadsheet for the panels. Have to also remember to eat dinner, so should probably go do that soon.

At meeting will get to see boyfriend-type person, and am virtually guaranteed to get minimal response at best. Really, I just need to not be in college anymore, or at least not dealing with these people all the time. And when certain people online (obviously none of you who can see this) add to it I just want to throttle things.

Er, so you know, this is my 'ranting' filter. Let me know if you don't want to see the (fairly infrequent) occasions when I blow my top and I'll take you off it."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:88406","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/88406.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=88406"}}],"title":"It's been a long day...","published":"2004-01-28T19:57:49Z","updated":"2004-01-28T19:57:49Z","content":"Actually, it's not even done. I've still got two classes to finish the work for. But between the lack of progress on so many fronts, complete and utter frustration with the world, and the desire to just make some people stop talking (IRL), things got nasty.

Unluckily, Faithful!Ernie decided to live in my head tonight. Luckily, fiction is fictional.

Disclaimer: Not mine. REALLY not mine. And in no way AT ALL<\/u><\/b><\/i> is this meant to even begin to suggest any of my actual opinions about anyone, fictional or real. At all. Seriously

Rating: R, for being sort of generally disturbing.



The girl lay on the floor, her once pretty face a mass of bruises, her green eyes swollen shut. Once defiant, now she flinched at every sound in the small, cold room, wondering which sounds were him<\/i>, which sounds would tell her that he was coming back, that he was here, that it would begin again.

Leaning against the wall, he watched her with dark amusement, a slow grin widening as he watched her flinch at shadows and half-imagined sounds. He'd stood and watched her growing fear for hours now, taking pleasure in watching the smug girl he remembered from school slowly crumble.

But it was enough. She hadn't been the one to betray him, hadn't been the one to send him down this path. She had been just another stone that had fallen on him, crushing his spirit and his soul, grinding him down into the hard, sharp man he had become. And so, in the end, she was insignificant, just as she had always thought him.

Let her see his insignificance now.

\"Little Raven, all in black.\" His voice had a distant, sing-song quality, and as it sounded in the room her head jerked around, although she couldn\u00e2\u2122t see him and they both knew it. \"Lying now, flat on her back. Flew so far, and flew so high. Don't you know you're going to die?\"

\"No, please...\"

\"Oh yes, dear little one. After all, everyone dies sooner or later... You're just going to be sooner than most.\"

Slowly, he raised his wand, the soft swish of fabric indistinct enough that she couldn't tell he\u00e2\u2122d done it, although she seemed to flinch back as though aware of what was coming.

\"Avada Kedavra<\/i>,\" he whispered, and a green light spilled forth to engulf the girl. As she slumped forward he said, \"I promise I'll never badger you again. Not that it will matter.\"

<\/a>

Gods, I hate having him in my head..."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:86625","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/86625.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=86625"}}],"title":"sleep?","published":"2004-01-14T00:16:02Z","updated":"2004-01-14T00:16:02Z","content":"SLEEP? Blast, I knew I forgot something...

Anyway, a verrrrry late b-day\/x-mas fic for <\/a>fiatincantatum<\/b><\/a><\/a>romana03<\/b><\/a><\/span>.
Summary: During the Christmas hols, Ernie's 7th year, Ernie comes to visit.


\"Inir, you\u00e2\u2122re fidgeting.\" Ilar was amused as he watched his twin brother move about the flat.

\"I'm not. I'm cleaning.\"

\"You've already cleaned in here. Twice. You're fidgeting. Stop it, it's distracting.\"

\"I'm not<\/i> fidg...\"

\"Oh, of course you are. My, this boy has<\/i> go...\"

\"If you finish that sentence, Ilar, I will<\/i> hex you.\"

\"Go fidget somewhere else then.\"

\"I'm not fidg...\"

But then the doorbell rang, and Inir quite forgot what he was saying, which Ilar privately thought rather proved his point about his brother's distractibility. As Inir moved quickly to open the door, Ilar couldn\u00e2\u2122t help but chuckle, a sound which caught Inir's attention again.

\"Ilar, don't you have somewhere else to be?\"

\"Can't think of anywhere, no.\"

\"Why you...\"

\"Oh, you mean that agreement we had where I'd vanish for a couple of days of to Gwynie's so you'd have some privacy? Is that what you mean?\"

\"Ilar...\"

\"Yeah, I'm off.\" He shut the book he'd been trying to work out of with a thump. It would be more fun to hang around and torment his brother, but if he left now he might be able to convince Gwyn to come back with him and torment Inir later. Not that she'd probably take that much convincing. \"Give my regards to your badger.\"

\"He's not<\/i>...\" But by the time Inir had started Ilar had vanished, the solid clap of his apparation echoing in the now empty room. \"Right.\" Inir took a deep breath as he turned back to the door. He could handle this. It was just Ernie. It's not like he was having the queen round, or even one of the senior researchers. Just Ernie.

As he opened the door and caught sight of Ernie's smile though, Inir thought to himself, Who are you kidding? Just Ernie? Pull the other one, it's got bells on.<\/i>

\"Hi,\" Ernie said, smiling brightly.

\"Hi.\"


***


\"Lovely flat,\" Ernie said as he moved into the main room. \"Awfully clean.\" Oh Merlin. Small talk. Why in the seven hells am I making small talk?<\/i> \"Very cozy. You and Ilar must like it here.\"

\"Yeah, we do.\"

Doomed. I\u00e2\u2122m so doomed.<\/i> \"Thank you so much for inviting me. I'd have gone quite mad if I had to spend another week with my parents in London.\"

\"Well, glad I could help then.\"

It's not that I really hate small talk. It's just that I'm so bad at it.<\/i> \"So... how's work been going?\"

\"Look, Ernie...\" Inir started, and Ernie turned to face him, hoping desperately for a sign that he didn't have to keep this up. And there was something, something utterly indescribable in Inir's look, but he just said, \"Oh, work's been fine.\"

Maybe this is what the world needs Gryffindors for. Taking that first, dreadful leap off the cliff. <\/i>\"Inir,\" he started.

\"Ernie,\" Inir said at the same time, and they both paused as though waiting for the other to speak. \"Right, this is stupid,\" Inir finally said. \"Ernie, I've not seen you in five months and you're making small talk. Stop that.\"

\"Right. Sorry.\" Ernie couldn't help the faint blush that tinged his cheeks \u00e2\u201d he felt so... silly. And off balance.

\"Sorry?\" Inir asked. \"Sorry?\" He walked over to where Ernie was standing, looking up at him. \"Do you realize that you've been in my home for almost three minutes and not only have you been making small talk, but you've not kissed me yet? That's a thing to be sorry for.\"

Ernie grinned. \"You're right. That is a dreadful thing.\" And without another word he leaned down, sliding an arm around Inir's waist and kissing him deeply.

\"There, much better,\" Inir said when he was able to, and then promptly made it impossible for Ernie to respond.


***


\"So, where is your brother?\" Ernie finally had the presence of mind to ask a little before dinner.

Inir would not blush. There was nothing to blush about, he told himself. It was perfectly normal and not at all embarrassing that he'd asked his brother to give them some privacy. Nothing at all strange or noteworthy about it. \"Er, what?\" he said. Damn.<\/i> Why was it that Ernie's presence had the horrible effect of driving all thought out of his mind?

\"I said, where's your brother. I would have expected him home by now.\"

\"Oh. He's... he's spending a couple nights with Gwynie.\"

\"Really?\" Inir could almost hear the raised eyebrow, but rather than look he turned back to the ice box, considering.

\"Yes really,\" he replied off handedly and quickly switched the topic as though it was nothing. \"What did you want to eat, then?\"

Silence behind him, and eventually Inir turned to see what the younger boy was doing. The sight threw him even farther off balance. Surely a look like that was illegal.

\"Oh, I don't know,\" Ernie said, coming closer and moving into Inir's personal space. \"How about... you.\" He breathed the last word into Inir's ear, and Inir had just long enough to remember that this was exactly<\/i> why Ernie being around tended to make him distractible.


***


\"Merlin...\"

\"Ernie,\" Ernie interrupted with a grin, which earned him a look.

\"Merlin, I've missed you, Ernie<\/i>.\"

\"Mmm, I've missed you too.\"

Inir shivered as Ernie's hand slid along his side, fingers caressing his skin. \"You know,\" he said, \"it's rather hypocritical of you, this whole objection to a perfectly normal exclamation. You say it all the time.\"

\"Yep.\"

\"Including<\/i> in bed, and it's not like I honestly think you've forgotten what my name is.\"

\"True enough.\"

\"So why then?\" Inir asked, sounding exasperated.

\"Because I'm afraid I'll lose you.\"

\"What?\"

\"Well, I'm just worried you've really got a thing for men with long white beards and one of these days Dumbledore is just going to...\"

With a sigh, Inir levered himself up on his arms and glared down at Ernie and Ernie stopped. \"That's it. No more talking for you.\"

\"I...\"

\"Nope,\" Inir interrupted, dropping down to lay across Ernie's chest, one hand covering the younger boy's mouth. \"Not allowed.\"

\"Mrhprphrphhm?\"

\"I've had enough of it.\"

\"Mprhphpphhrmr.\"

\"Hardly. I can entertain myself perfectly well without listening to you talk.\"

\"Mrhp?\"

\"Easily.\" With a sly grin he let his other hand slide down Ernie's body, tickling him slightly at the ribs. \"See, there's all these physical, non-verbal entertainments to hand,\" he said, trailing his fingers over Ernie's hipbone. \"Besides, you don't have to be able to talk to moan.\"

\"Mmrprmmphp.\"

\"I knew you'd see it my way.\"


***


\"Best Christmas present ever.\"

\"You haven't even opened it yet, Ernie.\"

\"Sure I have. I distinctly remember unwrapping and opening you...\"

Inir paused, and Ernie grinned as he spied the faint blush tingeing the Slytherin's skin. \"I walked into that one.\"

\"Only in the figurative sense, seeing as we're both lying down.\"

\"Open your present.\"

\"Ok,\" Ernie said with a grin, reaching a hand towards Inir.

\"Open your other<\/i> present.\"

\"Aw... you\u00e2\u2122re no fun.\"

\"Oh really?\"

\"No, of course not. You're amazing and I adore you. I just also enjoy torturing you, if only because you're so pretty when you moan.\"

Inir had to take a deep breath, and gave silent thanks for a large store of will power. \"Open your present and don't try to distract me.\"

\"But I like distracting you...\" That low, husky tone of voice was decidedly unfair, which was, Inir reflected, probably why Ernie used it. The boy had an evil streak in him.

\"So open it, and I'll let you distract me afterwards.\"

Inir's eyes were locked on Ernie's face as the Hufflepuff carefully undid the ribbon and slowly opened the paper.

\"Oh wow... Inir, this is amazing,\" Ernie said as he stared down at the book in his hands. His fingers almost reverentially caressing the cover.

\"You like it?\" He couldn't help the grin at the look on Ernie's face.

\"I love it... I... this is amazing. Thank you so much.\"

\"I'm glad,\" Inir said, then carefully took the book out of Ernie's hands and put it on the bedside table. \"Look at it later,\" he told to the bemused Hufflepuff, then tackled Ernie back onto the bed.


***

Inir was still asleep when Ernie heard the pop that signaled the return of Ilar. Sighing he pulled himself out of bed and grabbed Inir's bathrobe from off the door. It was too short, but it would do. Scratching his head and yawning slightly he headed out into the hallway towards the bathroom.

\"Hey, Inir!\" Ilar called out from the front room, his foot steps coming closer. \"Ernie! You guys here?\"

\"Quiet,\" Ernie replied. \"Inir's still asleep.\"

\"Ah, a lazy boy,\" a female voice said, and Ernie glanced over to see Ilar and Gwyn wandering down the hall towards him.

\"Something like that, yes,\" Ernie said, smiling.

\"All worn out is he then?\" she asked.

The Hufflepuff didn't answer, simply leaned against the door jam and smiled.

\"We're back,\" Ilar said. \"I'll go tell him...\"

\"Leave him be.\" Ernie\u00e2\u2122s didn't quite scowl, but wasn't smiling either.

\"Aw,\" Gwyn said, \"come on Ernie. We won't...\"

\"Let him sleep,\" Ernie said. \"I'm going to take a shower. If you two want to either make or get breakfast, I'll make sure he's there and awake enough to be embarrassed.\"

Ilar chuckled at this, and Gwyn grinned.

\"Sounds like a plan,\" she said, and Ernie smiled at her before vanishing into the bathroom.

\"You know, I like him,\" Ilar said, smirking at Gwyn.

\"You just approve of him letting you torment Inir.\"

\"Yes, exactly.\"

\"Come on, let's go find some food.\"


***


\"You sold your soul to the devil, didn't you? That's why my brother likes you.\"

\"Inir...\"

\"And people say Slytherins are evil. They don't understand the depths to which...\"

\"Inir, I'm going back to school tomorrow, and back to my parents' tonight. My mother is going to ask me if I met any nice girls while I was staying here, and I'm probably not going to get to see you again until Easter. Do you really want to spend all this time discussing whether or not I've sold my soul to the devil.\"

Inir scowled, but more, he admitted to himself, at having to let Ernie go than actually at Ernie.

\"Besides,\" Ernie went on with a smile, \"it wasn't the devil, just some minor demon.\"

Inir smiled at that, but Ernie's smile slowly melted away. Without a word Inir reached over and wrapped his arms around the younger boy.

\"Merlin, I'm going to miss you,\" Ernie whispered.

\"Yeah...\"

\"I love you.\"

It was still strange to Inir to hear those words, but he couldn't disbelieve Ernie, not when he said it like that. \"I love you too,\" he whispered back, his arms tightening."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:85977","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/85977.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=85977"}}],"title":"drabble...","published":"2004-01-06T22:58:04Z","updated":"2004-01-06T22:58:04Z","content":"I try to go to bed and the bunnies attack. Bad bunnies.

For everyone.



Love is a kind of innocence, Dean thinks. A kind of pure, childlike view of something. When you love something you see all of it\u00e2\u2122s perfections, all of the things which bring you joy. And when you love someone you see the same \u00e2\u201d the good, the perfect and wonderful, the lovable. Nothing interrupted the sense of perfect well being that came with being in love, and nothing could convince you that the wonderful was wonderless, the good had its evil, and that the perfect had flaws.

Maybe that was why Seamus was so good at being in love \u00e2\u201d through his clear blue eyes everything was garbed in perfection and coloured in beauty. But then, maybe that was why it was so easy to be in love with him, too.

<\/a>

now I really will sleep.

Anyone who wants to try and give me plot ideas which this would fit for is free to do so... it's too nice a start to leave it hanging."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:84852","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/84852.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=84852"}}],"title":"Drabble...","published":"2004-01-04T11:28:14Z","updated":"2004-01-04T11:28:14Z","content":"Well, it's not entirely unlike a drabble. I still don't know how people can limit themselves to a hundred words, or whatever...

For <\/a>meallanmouse<\/b><\/a><\/a>ladyjaida<\/b><\/a><\/span>, so I've only made one Christmas present that everyone can share, if they wants it.

Of notable news: started new ficlet, finished part five of the the Hufflepuff thingy and started part six (the final), and started F,L,&L ch. 12 with notes for the next bit! W00T!

And now, Christmas present, so I can sleep.

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not mine, in any way shape or form. Special note of thanks to <\/a>ashkitty<\/b><\/a><\/span> for Brid.
Summary: Seamus doesn't really understand these Muggle traditions, but he is trying<\/i>, Dean must admit.
Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas

Telling Seamus about Advent, Dean decided afterwards, had been a bad idea. It wasn't that the other man didn't try. God knew Seamus tried and was trying. It was just that he really didn't understand Muggle things, no matter how carefully Dean explained them, nor how often.

***

It was the smell which brought Dean into the kitchen, eyes widening as he took in the pots, pans, and assorted stains.

\"Seamus, what is this?\"

\"Dinner.\" Seamus smiled brightly.

\"Yes, but what is it?\"

\"Pheasant.\"

\"Pheasant?\"

\"Yes. In a pear sauce.\"

\"Pheasant? In pear sauce?\"

\"Yeah... well...\"

\"They didn't have partridge, right?\"

\"Er, right.\"

Sighing, Dean eyed the charred mess on the plate, then glanced around the ruined kitchen. \"Seamus, you can't cook.\"

\"Er, well... No, it does rather look that way, doesn't it?\"

Dean sighed. \"Get me the phone. We'll order in.\"

***

Of course, Seamus' run ins with Muggle culture could be funny. His first encounter with the London Underground had been hilarious in retrospect. Dean rather suspected that it would be a long while before this was funny though.

***

\"Seamus, why are there a pair of turtles swimming in the toilet?\"

\"We've not got a bath, only the shower.\"

\"Yes, but why are they there at all?\"

\"Um... Happy Christmas?\"

Dean breathed in deeply and refrained from hitting Seamus. \"Right. Right. Go get them out of the toilet Seamus. I'll find a bowl, or something. And so you know, turtledoves are birds.\"

***

Seamus had learned from the partridge\/pheasant debacle, at least. Rather than cooking anything himself Seamus had just picked up some fried chicken from the deli round the corner. Three whole birds was rather a lot of food for two men, but it would keep in the fridge just fine Dean decided.

The lull, unfortunately, got Dean to lower his guard.

***

Dean started at the ringing of the phone, almost falling out of bed. Who the hell is calling at six in the morning?<\/i> \"Hello?\"

\"Dean?\"

\"Brid?\"

\"Hi Dean.\" Maniliabrid Morgan, a friend of theirs from before the war, sounded apologetic and confused.

\"Why are you calling? What's up?\"

\"Nothing. I mean, I'm calling because Seamus told me to. Do you guys need me for something?\"

\"He what?\"

\"He told me to call you.\"

\"Why on earth would he... hold on. Brid. Bird. Christ.\" Dean shot a dirty look at the prone form of his exhausted lover. \"I got it. Brid, did he tell you to call again?\"

\"Yeah, three times. Dean, what's going on?\"

\"Never mind. I'll tell you about it later. You'll<\/i> think it's funny. Don't call back. For the love of God, don't call back.\"

\"Go back to sleep Dean. I'll talk to you later.\"

\"Yeah.\" Dropping the phone back onto its cradle Dean slumped back into his pillows. If he had more energy he'd yell at Seamus. It would just have to wait.

***

On the whole, the five rings hadn't been that bad. It was a bit silly, Dean thought, given that they both only wore one piece of jewelry and he'd be damned if he was taking off that ring to put on some other one, let alone five others. But in the grand scheme of things it hadn't been that bad, and the six-egg omelet had been kind of burnt and really huge, but he'd made Seamus eat half of it and the blond had apologized for thinking that breakfast cereal was supposed to go in omelets.

The swans were a different matter.

***

\"Seamus.\"

\"Yes Dean?\" He knew he was in trouble this time. Dean could see it in his eyes.

\"Explain about the pond.\"

\"It was for the swans.\"

\"We'll get to the swans later. For now, explain about the pond.\"

\"I figured it would look nice on the lawn and nobody would object...\"

\"Seamus, we haven't got a lawn. We live in a walk up. What we've got is a small, communal bit of earth. And when I say small, I mean miniscule, right?\"

\"Well... I figured if it didn't go over well I could just get rid of it.\"

\"You do remember all of our neighbors are Muggles, right?\"

\"Er, yes... Well, about that... I figured...\"

\"Seamus, if you're about to say something involving memory charms I'm not sleeping with you for a month.\"

\"Right,\" Seamus said, and shut his mouth.

Dean sighed. \"And the swans?\"

\"It's traditional, isn't it? You told me about...\"

\"Seamus, you've never seen a swan before have you? They're nasty blighters. And they're huge. One of them attacked Mrs Downstairs.\"

\"Sorry?\"

\"Seamus...\" Dean took a deep breath and ran his hands over his shoulders, pressing at the knots he could feel forming. \"Seamus, I love you. You're insane. Go get rid of the swans.\"

\"Right.\"

***

Dean was utterly unsurprised to find the milkmaids in the living room the next morning. \"Send them back, Seamus,\" was all he said.

***

\"Ok, this one I can deal with,\" Dean muttered as he settled into one of the theater seats, leaning back and smiling at Seamus as the music to the ballet began.

\"I did good?\"

\"You did good love.\"

\"Thank Merlin.\" Seamus' quiet exhalation would normally have been funny, but Dean knew they were both on edge from all of this. He half wished Seamus would give it up, but knew it wouldn't happen. Seamus was far too stubborn for that.

***

Dean stared in horror at the scene on the telly. \"Seamus, you didn't... tell me you didn't...\"

\"It'll wear off in a couple of minutes...\"

Dean looked at him, aghast. \"Arthur Weasley is going to kill you,\" he said. His eyes came to rest again on the scene being shot inside the House of Lords. \"Turn it off.\" Dean closed his eyes, unwilling to watch anymore.

***

Dean didn't know if this had been Seamus' original plan or if he'd changed it after the success of the ninth day's show, but spending the eleventh day of Christmas in the concert hall almost made up for the Leaping Lords, as the newspapers were calling it. Almost.

***

\"What the hell is this noise?\"

\"What?\"

\"What?\"

\"What?\"

\"Seamus, what the hell is all this racket!?\"

\"What?\"

Leaning over Dean grabbed Seamus' collar and pulled him close enough to be heard. \"The NOISE, Seamus! What is it?\"

\"Local school drum corps!\" Seamus yelled back.

\"What?\"

\"DRUM CORPS!\"

Dean stared at him, horrified. \"MAKE IT STOP!\" he hollered, and Seamus' eyes widened.

With a little nod Seamus moved over to the window and pulled out his wand.

\"Seamus, NO!!!\" Dean rushed over and grabbed his hand. \"MAKE IT STOP THE MUGGLE WAY!\"

\"Oh, right,\" Seamus said. Or, at any rate, that's what it looked like he said. Opening the window he picked up a dishrag and waved it about, catching someone\u00e2\u2122s eyes. \"OI! YOU LOT! STOP!!! Thank you,\" he added as the drummers cut off. \"Really, thanks a bunch. You can go home now.\" Seamus pulled his head back inside and shivered as he shut the window.

Rubbing his temples Dean moved into the living room, dropping into a chair.

\"Dean?\"

\"Yes Seamus?\" He was exhausted and could hear it in his voice.

\"I'm sorry Dean. I just wanted...\"

\"Yeah, I know.\"

\"I wanted to do something special for you.\"

\"Oh, it was special<\/i> all right.\"

Seamus winced at Dean's tone and he instantly regretted it. \"I wanted to do something you'd like,\" Seamus said quietly.

\"Seamus, I love you, ok. I love you, and I know you went to a lot of work, and it's really impressive. And next time, I want you to promise that you'll just tie me to the bed and shag me rotten for twelve days straight, ok?\"

Seamus smiled. \"Yeah, ok. I can do that.\"

\"Good. Great. Perfect. Have we got any painkilling potions?\"

\"I'll go get something,\" Seamus said, moving towards the bathroom. But Dean grabbed his arm as he moved away.

\"I love you. Really.\"

\"Love you too.\""},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:80166","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/80166.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=80166"}}],"title":"mini!fic","published":"2003-11-27T21:56:25Z","updated":"2003-11-28T05:58:23Z","content":"Look! I can still kind of write!

Dedicated to <\/a>chapstickmess<\/b><\/a><\/span> for being a wonderful boo, and to a certain collared goth of my aquaintence for being the template.

Disclaimer: not mine, as usual.
Raiting: R
Summary: Sometimes what works isn't the norm, but hey. Whatever floats your boat. S\/D


It had taken the other boys in the dorm a while to get used to things once Seamus and Dean finally got together. As Ron put it, it wasn't weird that they were together - everyone could see they were supposed to be together - it was just the way they went about it.

\"It's disconcerting,\" he told Dean one day as they were walking to class. \"Seamus'll be chatting with us, perfectly normally, then in you come and he practically apparates to your side.\"

Dean had shrugged and opened his mouth to say something when Ron continued.

\"The collar's a little weird too, you know.\"

It wasn't ostentatious, it wasn't large and showy, it was a simple black velvet strip with no tie or obvious closure that had appeared around Seamus' neck the morning after their last big fight, the ending of which no one had seen but everybody knew about. Seamus never took it off as far as anyone could tell, and the one time Harry had suggested he do so (\"Really Seamus, why not just take it off when you're going to classes? Everybody's always staring at you.\") Seamus had almost hit the other boy.

But a few months had passed and everyone eventually began to accept it. Seamus didn't really act as though that much had changed - he still flirted outrageous with anything that sat still long enough, was still amazingly tactile with his friends, and when parties were held in the common room he was still the loudest and most rambunctious - but there was a difference. There was a difference in the way Dean watched his every move - no longer jealously, now there was an air of benign indulgence. There was a difference in the way Seamus moved - as though he knew he was being watched, as though he were almost putting on a show. And, of course, every now and then anyone watching would get to see the biggest difference.

***

They were throwing a party in the Common Room for the 7th years who would be leaving in a few weeks. Ron had even gotten the twins to cater, both with their own stock and with a few bottles they'd picked up from Rosmerta - who almost certainly knew what they were going to be used for and had sold them to Fred with a wink. Everyone had been in high spirits, especially Parvati who'd broken up with her boyfriend in Ravenclaw earlier in the week and seemed to be making up for lost time.

\"Come on Seamus, dance with me?\"

\"Of course, oh moon of my delight,\" he'd answered with a grin, emptying his glass of firewhiskey and letting her tug him out onto the makeshift dance floor.

It probably would have gone like every other party that had been thrown over the years if Parvati hadn't been quite so pushy. She told Lavender later that she\u00e2\u2122d been bored and lonely and had too much to drink, and Lavender had certainly sympathized that it was easy to get pulled into Seamus' charm, and both girls had sighed, eyes glazing as they remembered the scene which had followed.

There had, technically, still been space between Parvati and Seamus as they danced when Dean stepped onto the dance floor, but most of that space was filled with clothing and a few molecules of air. Seamus had twisted his arms up into the air and was bringing them down along Parvati's sides when suddenly Dean's hands were there, sliding along his arms and pushing them back into the air.

In one hand Dean captured both of Seamus' wrists above his head and let his other arm snake around Seamus' waist, pulling the shorter boy back against him. Seamus moved without protest, leaning against Dean's chest and letting his head fall back onto Dean\u00e2\u2122s shoulder.

\"Mine.\"

Parvati heard Dean whisper into Seamus' ear and heard the answering whimper as the two of them began to dance. She later admitted to Lavender that the only reason she called it 'dancing' was because nice girls didn't talk about it when their House mates had sex standing up in the middle of the Common Room \u00e2\u201d although nice girls certainly did take advantage of the front row view to store up enough fantasy material to last for years.

She'd watched as the two of them ground against each other, Seamus' arms still stretched above his head as Dean's free arm moved along his chest. She'd stared, breath catching in her throat, as Dean slowly undid the buttons of Seamus' shirt, hand slipping in to tease at his nipples, and it was all she could do not to moan out loud as he began half biting half kissing his way down Seamus' neck, eyes locked with Parvati's. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.

And as the music ended Dean said, \"Mine,\" again, this time loud enough that anyone standing near them could hear it, and nice girls really<\/i> didn't talk about the quiet gasp and the slowly spreading wet stain that had appeared on Seamus' trousers.

***

\"The collar's a little weird too, you know.\"<\/i>

Dean had just shrugged at Ron, and smiled enigmatically. \"It may be weird, but it works for us.\""},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:77311","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/77311.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=77311"}}],"title":"cute!","published":"2003-10-31T15:03:18Z","updated":"2003-10-31T15:03:18Z","content":"The pouting!muse turned out to only be a little ficlet, so I figured I'd just post it here and wish all of you a happy halloween!


Rating: G


Seamus pouted. Seamus pouted a lot. He pouted when dinner was late. He pouted when McGonagall assigned a particularly hard essay. He really pouted whenever Dean didn't pay attention to him. Seamus pouted - it was just one of those things.

Dean had no idea why he was pouting now. He was pretty certain it wasn't anything he had done \u00e2\u201d Seamus had a tendency to let him know, at length and at volume, when he had fallen behind on one of his 'boyfriendly duties', and there weren't any assignments coming due, so that couldn't be it. The rest of the Gryffindors were neither paying him no attention (heaven forbid someone not pay attention to Seamus Finnigan) nor were they paying him too much attention (he'd thrown a fit two months ago when he became convinced that little Natalie MacDonald had a crush on him because 'she kept staring at me!') He wasn't fighting with any of the Slytherins, hadn't run into Dean\u00e2\u2122s Ex (why Seamus always referred to him in capitals Dean had never known) or any of the other Hufflepuffs recently, and had even convinced Terry Boot to help him out with some research, successfully placing all of the Ravenclaws in his good graces. Dean was almost ready to actually ask<\/i> the other boy what was wrong, a prospect that held for him no small amount of terror.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Seamus - far from it, the Irish boy was half a foot shorter than him and was, in his own words, 'loath to damage' his 'only source of regular sex'. The problem was simply that, in the right mood, Seamus could very easily become upset that Dean didn't already know what the problem was<\/i>. And then he'd pout some more. And the pouting drove Dean nuts, which was at least half of the reason Seamus did it so often.

At least things hadn't gotten to the flouncing stage yet. As far as Dean was concerned the flouncing stage was pure, inescapable doom and the only thing to be done was to duck and cover. Just like with an atomic bomb, it didn't actually help but it made him feel better.

Dean looked up as he heard Seamus come storming into the Common Room, muttering under his breath and pouting like nobody's business. Storming was several degrees below flouncing, but Dean was still wary as the other boy made his way across the room towards him and dropped into a chair.

\"What's the matter?\" he asked, trying for a concerned, caring boyfriend tone.

\"Nothing.\" Seamus dropped his head into his hands as he said this, the pout intensifying.

\"Seriously Shame, what\u00e2\u2122s wrong?\" Dean moved his books off the couch, clearing a space where Seamus could join him, but the other boy stayed put.

Seamus sighed, and then said, \"Nothing,\" again.

Dean was at an impasse. Asking a third time would either get him an answer or it would get him yelled at. If he didn't want to talk about it Dean would be in trouble for 'not trusting me!' but not asking when he did want to talk would give Seamus all sorts of 'you don\u00e2\u2122t really care!' material. It wasn't a decision he felt like making, so he went for option number three - surprise.

Standing up he moved closer to Seamus' chair and knelt down. \"Well then, can I kiss you?\"

\"What?\" Seamus asked, looking up.

\"Can I kiss you? You see, you're adorable and you're mine and I want to.\"

The pout dissolved away to be replaced by one of Seamus' dazzling smiles. \"Love you,\" he said.

\"Love you too.\" Dean leaned forward and kissed him, inwardly sighing in relief. Life as Seamus' boyfriend certainly was trying sometimes, but Dean knew he wouldn't give it up for the world.
<\/a>

*giggles at teh cute*"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misscora:75891","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/75891.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/misscora.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=75891"}}],"title":"Who needs sleep?","published":"2003-10-28T23:16:03Z","updated":"2003-10-28T23:16:03Z","content":"Well, I do, actually, but I decided smut was more important. <\/a>fiatincantatum<\/b><\/a><\/a>chapstickmess<\/b><\/a><\/span> (cause I miss her, and who do you think taught Ernie that trick with the tie?) here is another Ernie\/Inir piece.

Disclaimer: not mine.

It was one of those lovely warm summer afternoons, which was just made for lying around in the sun. And, in some clover field in Ireland that\u00e2\u2122s exactly what Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas were doing. But this story is not about them.

Ernie Macmillan was sitting on the stairs leading up to his parents flat, waiting for a certain Slytherin who had promised to meet him this afternoon. It had only been a few weeks since the end of term but there wasn\u00e2\u2122t anything worth doing as far as Ernie was concerned, and a bored Hufflepuff was a dangerous thing. They didn\u00e2\u2122t go running off half cocked into trouble the way a Gryffindor might, they were just very very persistent and very very good at finding interesting things to do.

Looking around he spotted Inir Baulch walking towards him \u00e2\u201d the Slytherin must have apparated into the alley down the block \u00e2\u201d and Ernie smiled.

\"Hello,\" he called out as Inir came closer.

\"Hello to you too. How\u00e2\u2122ve you been?\"

\"Desperately bored,\" Ernie said, standing up to meet the other boy.

\"Well, that\u00e2\u2122s why you asked me here, isn\u00e2\u2122t it?\" Inir asked, then leaned up and kissed Ernie hello.

The Hufflepuff smiled; still somewhat amused that he was taller than the older Inir. He never thought of Inir as being smaller than him in any way, but when they were together like this it was hard to miss.

\"So, you\u00e2\u2122ve come to entertain me, have you?\" Ernie asked, and Inir half scowled.

\"I\u00e2\u2122m not the bloody entertainment,\" he said, looking annoyed.

\"Ah,\" Ernie replied quickly, lowering his voice. \"But what if I promise you\u00e2\u2122ll be entertained too?\"

Inir snorted.

\"No really.\"

\"Why don\u00e2\u2122t I trust you?\"

\"Because you don\u00e2\u2122t trust anyone.\"

\"Oh, yeah.\" Inir laughed, letting his scowl drop away.

Taking the Slytherin\u00e2\u2122s hand Ernie turned back up the stairs and started heading inside. \"Come with me.\"

Cursory introductions were made to Ernie\u00e2\u2122s parents as the two boys made their way through the flat, but soon they found themselves alone in Ernie\u00e2\u2122s bedroom. The room was neat and tidy, which was strange, and the bed had actually been made.

\"My, you have been bored, haven\u00e2\u2122t you?\" Inir asked, looking around. He\u00e2\u2122d seen the inside of the Hufflepuff dorms often enough to know that Ernie was not usually this neat.

\"Well, yes. A bit\u00e2\u00a6\" Ernie glanced around and shrugged. It was true that the room was clean because he\u00e2\u2122d not had anything better to do. The bed being made was a different matter, but saying that seemed like more than he could do.

Inir, on the other hand, seemed to have no problem harping on the whole issue. \"Even made the bed, didn\u00e2\u2122t you? I\u00e2\u2122m impressed.\"

\"Yeah, well\u00e2\u00a6 boredom, you know\u00e2\u00a6\"

\"Mmm, yes.\" Inir grinned suddenly. \"It\u00e2\u2122s a good think I already knew things had been so very dull around here or I might start to get ideas. Might start thinking you made the bed on my behalf, wanting things looking nice for me.\"

Most people would have been surprised by the wicked tone in the Slytherin\u00e2\u2122s voice \u00e2\u201d most of the rest of the school would have said you was insane if you told them the ex-Head boy had a sense of humor. Ernie, however, was not most people. He was well used to Inir\u00e2\u2122s biting wit, his dark humor, and even the odd teasing comment. And Ernie could give as well as he got.

\"Wouldn\u00e2\u2122t want you thinking that, would I?\" he asked, his own smile answering Inir\u00e2\u2122s. \"You might start getting a swelled head<\/i> and then what would I do with you?\"

Shrugging, Inir turned away, wandering across the room to sit on the bed. \"I\u00e2\u2122m sure you could come up with something. You\u00e2\u2122re fairly bright.\"

\"Oh am I?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Fairly<\/i> bright?\" Slowly Ernie crossed the room, until he was standing above Inir.

\"Certainly. Might even go so far as clever.\"

\"Hmm\u00e2\u00a6 You know, I think I\u00e2\u2122ve come up with a bright, possibly even clever idea. Something to do that will keep me entertained.\"

\"And what is that?\"

\"I\u00e2\u2122m going to stop you talking now.\"

\"Oh really?\"

\"Yes, really. I can even think of several ways to do it.\"

\"Oh really?\"

\"Yes, really.\" Ernie\u00e2\u2122s hand came up, tilting Inir\u00e2\u2122s face towards him. \"For one thing, I can simply occupy your mouth\u00e2\u00a6\" His lips descended, kissing Inir softly as his hand slid down the Slytherin\u00e2\u2122s jaw, caressing the skin.

\"Mmm\u00e2\u00a6 yes, but\u00e2\u00a6 I\u00e2\u00a6mmm\u00e2\u00a6 can still\u00e2\u00a6 talk.\"

\"True, very true,\" Ernie replied, kneeling down in front of Inir. \"And I could kiss you harder, steal your breath\u00e2\u00a6\" So saying he leaned forward, fastening his mouth to Inir\u00e2\u2122s and sliding his tongue between Inir\u00e2\u2122s parted lips. He kissed him deeply, hands running along the other boy\u00e2\u2122s back, pulling him closer. \"But,\" Ernie finally said, breaking the kiss, \"when I\u00e2\u2122m done you\u00e2\u2122ll be able to talk again.\"

\"I will\u00e2\u00a6?\" Inir asked, his eyes slowly opening and looking slightly unfocused.

\"Yes.\" Ernie smiled. \"But that\u00e2\u2122s another way I can keep you from talking. If just occupying your mouth won\u00e2\u2122t work\u00e2\u00a6\"

\"It won\u00e2\u2122t\u00e2\u00a6?\" Inir broke in, hopefully.

\"It won\u00e2\u2122t,\" Ernie confirmed, bringing his hands down to rest on Inir\u00e2\u2122s thighs. \"But if that\u00e2\u2122s not enough I can always occupy your mind. Simply distract you until you can\u00e2\u2122t speak.\"

Collecting himself, Inir managed a haughty, \"And how do you think you\u00e2\u2122re going to mana\u00e2\u00a6 oh\u00e2\u00a6\" He trailed off as Ernie\u00e2\u2122s thumbs slid up his thighs, pressing down on the light summer trousers Inir wore. \"Oh\u00e2\u00a6\" he said again, and, \"ohhh\u00e2\u00a6\" as Ernie\u00e2\u2122s fingers stroked along his cloth covered erection.

\"But you know,\" Ernie continued as though Inir were still paying attention. \"Just distracting you is only so good.\"

\"So good\u00e2\u00a6\" Inir echoed, his eyes closed and his head arched back.

\"Mmm, yes.\" Breaking off, Ernie leaned forward to bite at Inir\u00e2\u2122s exposed neck, eliciting a sharp cry. \"Only so good. Because while you\u00e2\u2122re not talking you\u00e2\u2122re still a fairly noisy young man, aren\u00e2\u2122t you?\" As Ernie spoke he continued to stroke Inir\u00e2\u2122s cock with one hand while the other had quickly undone the buttons of Inir\u00e2\u2122s trousers. \"So I\u00e2\u2122ve succeeded, but I don\u00e2\u2122t think I\u00e2\u2122m done yet.\"

\"Aaahh\u00e2\u00a6?\" Inir said, and it rather sounded like a question worth answering to Ernie.

\"Nope. Definitely not done yet.\" He quickly stood and crossed the room, opening his closet and pulling out a striped Hufflepuff tie before coming back to the waiting boy, who had managed to compose himself somewhat.

\"And what are those for?\" Inir asked, eyeing Ernie warrily.

\"Well you see,\" he answered, sinking to his knees again, \"it\u00e2\u2122s not enough to keep you from talking. I\u00e2\u2122m going to need to keep you quiet too.\"

Inir\u00e2\u2122s eyebrows drew down in a puzzled frown. \"What do you\u00e2\u00a6 no.\" His eyes widened and his breath quickened.

\"Yes,\" Ernie answered, leaning forward and kissing Inir again.

\"Mmph\u00e2\u00a6 mmm\u00e2\u00a6\" Inir tried to say, but rather failed.

\"Yes.\"

\"But\u00e2\u00a6.\"

\"Because,\" Ernie finally said, \"if you scream when you come my mother will hear.\" His eyes sparkled as he heard Inir\u00e2\u2122s hissed intake of air.

\"Merlin\u00e2\u00a6\"

\"Nope. Ernie.\" With a laugh Ernie lifted the tie up and Inir let his mouth fall open, allowing Ernie to gag him.

Carefully Ernie freed Inir\u00e2\u2122s cock from his pants, fingers stroking along its length before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown. Feeling the other boy\u00e2\u2122s hips jut forward he muttered something about restraints then moved his hands so he could hold Inir still. Securing his grip he proceeded to torment Inir \u00e2\u201d licking and sucking and rather going to town. He felt Inir\u00e2\u2122s hands grab at his hair once before quickly relaxing, and thought again about restraints, or at least a second tie. But that would involve walking across the room, which would involve standing up, which would require stopping. And, Ernie decided, it wasn\u00e2\u2122t worth that.

Some other time<\/i>, he thought, and hummed happily, feeling Inir tense and then his hips jerk forward again as he came.

Swallowing and slowly pulling away, he looked up to see Inir bonelessly collapse back against the bed. Clearing his throat Ernie said, \"See, I knew I could keep you from talking.\" He hoisted himself up off his knees and crawled up on the bed to lie down next to the other boy. His fingers made quick work of the knot and he took the tie away as Inir stared up at him.

\"So,\" Inir said when he was finally able. \"Are you entertained?\"

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Rating: R


Ernie knew he was dreaming, knew it to the depths of his soul. But given the Head Boy's... reticence, it was a dream he didn't want to wake up from.

The room was essentially featureless, the surroundings simply a dull gray. This was more than made up for by the boy who knelt above him in the surprisingly featureless bed. Inir's hair was mussed from having Ernie's fingers run through it, his tie had been thrown to the floor, his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, simply hanging off his shoulders.

\"Gods...\" Ernie moaned as the older boy's lips caressed the skin of his neck. Ernie's hands lifted up to run along Inir's side, and to slide in, rubbing a thumb over his nipple.

Inir gasped in a breath, the air moving hotly along Ernie's skin. \"Ernie...\" he muttered, and Ernie's breath quickened to hear his name in such a tone.

Wrapping an arm around his waist, Ernie rolled over, pressing the other boy down into the bed. He gazed down on the flushed cheeks and reddened lips, the wild hair and the lust filled eyes which stared back up at him. \"Merlin. Seeing you like this...\"

\"Like what?\" Inir's voice was husky.

\"Uncomposed. Uncontrolled. It's... it's so fucking hot.\" His lips descended to ravage Inir's mouth while his fingers played along the other boy's side.

When he released Inir's mouth the older boy grinned, a feral look. \"So, which do you like better: uncontrolled, or...\" A swift move had Inir hovering above Ernie again, this time with his hands pressed together above his head. \"Controlling?\"

Ernie whimpered, straining upward, and licked his lips, and the other boy took that for his answer. Sliding a thigh between Ernie's legs Inir pressed forward, his eyes falling shut at the friction.

\"Gods... Inir...\"

\"Good boy, Ernie. You're such a good boy.\" Inir's breath was hot in his ear. \"Moan for me. Moan prettily, my good little badger.\"

\"Ohhh.\" Ernie's hips jerked up, his wrists straining at the hands which held them. He wanted to touch Inir but wasn't allowed, and gods, if that voice wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever experienced...

\"You like me uncontrolled, huh? Uncomposed? Well, you know, I've got to say, you're prettiest like this - panting and moaning, flushed...\" His thigh pressed forward again and Ernie moaned once more, so close he could taste it. \"Uncontrolled, and uncomposed?\" Ernie could only just barely still comprehend what Inir was saying. \"How about... unfulfilled?\"

And then Inir was gone and Ernie was alone, whimpering quietly in his bed, trying not to wake Justin or the others up as he dealt with the by product of the teasing Slytherin his subconscious had offered up for his torment."}]}