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said_scarlett) wrote2004-10-07 04:55 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2004-10-07 04:55 pm
More Drabbles!
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goldennotblonde's first line list.
Severus/Remus
Rated PG-13
Fluff
Christmas morning found Severus lying tangled in Remus' bed, his arms wrapped around the werewolf's torso and Remus' head tucked up under his chin. The Potions Master was awake. He could hear movement in the house below, and the sound of voices. He hadn’t meant to stay the night. If Black found him, he was a dead man. It was with that thought that he slipped out of the warm nest of blankets and began pulling on his clothing. It was freezing, and the bed looked quite inviting. Severus found himself tempted to crawl back into it, especially when Remus flopped over onto his back, one arm spread as though entreating. But he wanted to escape Grimmauld with his life and limbs intact. He finished pulling on his shoes, waiting for the werewolf to wake. That, however, didn’t happen. Remus seemed well and truly dead to the world. He had drunk more than his fair share of egg nog the night before, not to mention some rather vigorous bed-play. He’d most likely sleep another hour or so.
Severus shook his head and pressed a light kiss to the werewolf’s forehead before pulling his wand to Apparate out. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered, and was gone.
This is fromson_of_darkness's list.
Ron-centric
PG-13
He sat in the cold, empty room on all fours, head bowed, waiting for the sound of footsteps to start echoing down the hall. His head and gut ached, and he was rather certain he was shaking. Was he in hell? It certainly felt like it. Ron’s body convulsed as his stomach tried once more to empty itself of contents that weren’t there. Dry heaves. Great. As if things couldn’t get any worse. He was sweating again. The stone of the floor felt cool against his forehead and he was thankful for it. He’d never imagined his body had the capacity for this much pain before.
The staccato sound of footsteps in the hall were like hammer blows to Ron’s head. He gasped and clutched at his temples, willing the stabbing pain to recede.
“Please!” he screamed, as the heard the creak of the door behind him. “Please, just let me die!”
“This is what you get,” Harry said behind him in rather stern tones, “for drinking all of that firewhiskey. Now get up off the bathroom floor and let’s get you to bed.”
goldennotblonde's first line list.Severus/Remus
Rated PG-13
Fluff
Christmas morning found Severus lying tangled in Remus' bed, his arms wrapped around the werewolf's torso and Remus' head tucked up under his chin. The Potions Master was awake. He could hear movement in the house below, and the sound of voices. He hadn’t meant to stay the night. If Black found him, he was a dead man. It was with that thought that he slipped out of the warm nest of blankets and began pulling on his clothing. It was freezing, and the bed looked quite inviting. Severus found himself tempted to crawl back into it, especially when Remus flopped over onto his back, one arm spread as though entreating. But he wanted to escape Grimmauld with his life and limbs intact. He finished pulling on his shoes, waiting for the werewolf to wake. That, however, didn’t happen. Remus seemed well and truly dead to the world. He had drunk more than his fair share of egg nog the night before, not to mention some rather vigorous bed-play. He’d most likely sleep another hour or so.
Severus shook his head and pressed a light kiss to the werewolf’s forehead before pulling his wand to Apparate out. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered, and was gone.
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son_of_darkness's list.Ron-centric
PG-13
He sat in the cold, empty room on all fours, head bowed, waiting for the sound of footsteps to start echoing down the hall. His head and gut ached, and he was rather certain he was shaking. Was he in hell? It certainly felt like it. Ron’s body convulsed as his stomach tried once more to empty itself of contents that weren’t there. Dry heaves. Great. As if things couldn’t get any worse. He was sweating again. The stone of the floor felt cool against his forehead and he was thankful for it. He’d never imagined his body had the capacity for this much pain before.
The staccato sound of footsteps in the hall were like hammer blows to Ron’s head. He gasped and clutched at his temples, willing the stabbing pain to recede.
“Please!” he screamed, as the heard the creak of the door behind him. “Please, just let me die!”
“This is what you get,” Harry said behind him in rather stern tones, “for drinking all of that firewhiskey. Now get up off the bathroom floor and let’s get you to bed.”
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This was fantastic, darling. Loved it to bits.
Thanks, babe.
*Snuggles*
PS: it's son_of_darkness, not sonofdarkness. hehe
*loff*
♥
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*blinks* Dude. It is. *headdesk* I seem to have this inability to use an underscore.
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*blinks* I'm glad I've already got that first part written, or I wouldn't be able to see that line as anything but yours now. I love it when Sirius gets mad at Snape over Remus, so wonderful.
Thank you!