Brief Moment/Traitor
Title: Brief Moment
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Harry, about Hermione
Challenge: Constant Vigilance
Word Count: 100
A/N: Eh, just some real sweetness here. Not to saccharine, I hope. Just a way I would love for a man to watch me...
Her skin kissed golden in the firelight and her head spread in glorious disarray over the arm of the couch, he watched her fall asleep. She fought it, lord knows, she fought sleep hard, shaking herself back awake every time her head hit the cushions, but she could not fight the inevitable.
He knew she was finished when the crease in between her brow relaxed and her breathing evened out. Still, he was content to sit there and watch her sleep, enjoying the ever brief moment of peace.
Tomorrow was soon enough to worry about Lord Voldemort.
And Ron’s reaction.
Title: Traitor
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Draco and Ginny
Challenge: Constant Vigilance
Word Count: 100
A/N: Implied sexual relations. I so love conflicted!Draco and really!screwed!up!Ginny drabbles...
He couldn’t help himself, he watched her, cursing himself a traitor.
She floated by a window, he found an excuse to be under said window, breathing her air. He wanted to kick a kitten for that.
He ghosted behind her in the hallways, unable to look away. He thought about letting Mad Eye transfigure him into a ferret. Permanently.
They bumped into one another, made and dropped eye contact. He could have jabbed his eyes out.
The only time he didn’t feel like a traitor was when she was on her knees and his hands were fisted in her hair.
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Harry, about Hermione
Challenge: Constant Vigilance
Word Count: 100
A/N: Eh, just some real sweetness here. Not to saccharine, I hope. Just a way I would love for a man to watch me...
Her skin kissed golden in the firelight and her head spread in glorious disarray over the arm of the couch, he watched her fall asleep. She fought it, lord knows, she fought sleep hard, shaking herself back awake every time her head hit the cushions, but she could not fight the inevitable.
He knew she was finished when the crease in between her brow relaxed and her breathing evened out. Still, he was content to sit there and watch her sleep, enjoying the ever brief moment of peace.
Tomorrow was soon enough to worry about Lord Voldemort.
And Ron’s reaction.
Title: Traitor
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Draco and Ginny
Challenge: Constant Vigilance
Word Count: 100
A/N: Implied sexual relations. I so love conflicted!Draco and really!screwed!up!Ginny drabbles...
He couldn’t help himself, he watched her, cursing himself a traitor.
She floated by a window, he found an excuse to be under said window, breathing her air. He wanted to kick a kitten for that.
He ghosted behind her in the hallways, unable to look away. He thought about letting Mad Eye transfigure him into a ferret. Permanently.
They bumped into one another, made and dropped eye contact. He could have jabbed his eyes out.
The only time he didn’t feel like a traitor was when she was on her knees and his hands were fisted in her hair.