What a wonderful thing to wake up to this bright (freakin' cold) morning!

Over at the dmhgchallenge, I won 2nd place for my 100-word drabble!  YAY!  Prompt was: Chocolate Frogs






Author: rivertempest
Title: This One
Rating: G
Warnings: Is fluffiness a warning?

Hermione rolled her eyes. “That’s the fifth Chocolate Frog you’ve eaten in as many minutes, Draco.”

He grinned mischievously. “It’s taken that many to find the card I wanted.”

“I’d think you'd own the whole collection by now.”

He shrugged. “I was missing the most important one.”

“Is it Salazar Slytherin? I hear his card is extremely rare and only a former Slytherin could obtain it.”

“I found him several months ago. This one is much more significant.”

Hermione arched her brow. “These cards are not important.”

He smiled lovingly. “This one is.”

Seeing her own card, Hermione blushed profusely.


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So that was way cool! 

Two weeks ago I was told I had the H1N1 flu.  Other than the fever (which wouldn't abate for over 5 days) I was utterly exhausted.  Still am, somewhat.  At one point, I was so tired that if my head was on fire I wouldn't have cared, just begged to be rolled over in hopes of the flames dying.  Otherwise, I'm pretty okay now.

Saw "Paranormal Activity" last night with my brother.  As with "Blair Witch Project", I came out sick to my stomach from all the hand-held camera work resulting in motion sickness.  But it was good, I do have to say.  If you scare easily or the idea of otherwordly activity bothers you, DO NOT SEE THIS FILM.  I wanted to kill the two snotty kids three seats down from me - they giggled incesantly and made "boo" noises throughout the whole thing.  *grits teeth in irritation* 

One important factor of the movie I feel I should address.  I have a healthy respect for ghosts or demons, and recognize the difference between the two.  One of the characters suggested the use of a Ouija board while the other character was vehemently opposed to it.  In my experience, Ouija boards are like making a collect-call to the other side in hopes of getting a 'nice' entity - or like going out into the middle of New York City and picking a stranger off the street and inviting them into your home.  You see the idiocy of this idea hopefully.  Seriously, if grandma is supposed to be enjoying the paradise of Heaven, why in the world would she come and talk to you?

My advice?  Don't mess with Ouija boards - nothing good comes of them. 

I totally forgot to post this drabble when I posted my banner.  Oops! 

Title: Waiting To See
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything, I don't. I'm just her evil minion.
Word Count: 300
Warnings/Notes: There's a battle, so there'll be blood, but nothing graphic.
Prompt: Thomas Edison's last words were: "It's very beautiful over there." I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.


The battle raged, as most battles do, with thunderous booms and cracks of misfired spells upon immovable stone.

Two figures, each from opposite sides, huddled in a darkened alcove, wounded beyond mere healing charms.

Blond hair was muddied with blood and plastered to his forehead, his once fair, porcelain skin now fading to gray as he measured his breathing, watching the girl struggle with her own injury.

Propped next to his legs facing him, she tried to stem the flow of blood from her thigh, having tried every spell in her arsenal to knit the long gash that ran from pubic bone to knee.

“Do you think,” he whispered, “there is a Muggle God, Granger?”

Unable to remain upright, she laid across his hip, her head resting against his stomach. “Yes… Malfoy, I do,” she murmured, eyes drooping. “There are too… many wonderful… things in this… world not to.”

“When you go… will you meet him?”

She pried her eyes open, gazing at him. “I hope so… they say it’s very… beautiful there.”

He shook her shoulder, trying to keep her awake. “Where is there?”

“Heaven… paradise… home.”

Heaving a shuddering breath, Draco sunk further against the wall in agony. “I wonder if he’d let me come… to your Heaven.”

“I wouldn’t see… why not,” she panted, clutching his blood-soaked shirt. “But… it’s full… of Muggles.”

His chuckle caused him to draw in gasping breaths until each one was a struggle. “`S okay… `Mione,” he slurred, his grip loosening. “You’ll… be… there.”

There were several moments of silence before she rasped, “Are you… afraid?”

“Not… anymore.”

Sometime later, after a break in the fighting, the two were found, curled against each other. On the stone wall next to Draco’s head, written in blood, were the words, “It’s beautiful over here.”

In response to her drabble request:

*bites lip, tries to resist and fails (yeah, I know, surprising, right?)* K, I'll play. Let's see, Dramione? Longish drabble. A what if kind of scenario probably? Your choice at all the rest.

So I took it literally. :D

Rated PG-13 for some suggestive stuff. 500 words exactly... WOOHOO! I did it!

Not beta'd, because hey... Mari IS one of my betas!

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