Disclaimer: I do not own Hary otter or any of the Mentioned characters, I do, however, fully acknowledge that for writing some of these drabbles I will be going straight to WizardHell...
Backstory: I was posting Hypothetical questions on a FaceBook HP Page I admin (The 7 HP books are my 7 horcruxes, without them I wouldn't have a life) as ~Phoenix Fire 3 ; I asked "What is the most Disturbing Slash you can think of right this Instant?" and promised to write a small drabble about each one... Here they are...
Harry Potter Drabbles: Prompt: Most Disturbing Pairings...
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Ron/Pansy:
Someone shoved into his back, Ron swung about in time to catch Draco run past with streaming eyes...Oh, she must have told him that- they were...you know, together.
Deep down inside, there was a speck of pity for Malfoy, he'd really liked her...but the beautiful Slytherin was solely set on him...she'd said so in the Room of Requirement the other day, when they'd snuck in to speak of how best to break it to Draco and Hermione...
"Hey tall, sexy and ginger-licious!" called a voice, he felt his ears burn as he mouthed 'ginger-licious' and vaguely wondered where THAT had come from...
Pansy stood behind him, Smiling wickedly...her eyes full of something dark that scared even him, "I just told him, guess you saw, huh? Have you told Granger yet?"
Ron sucked in a breath and shook his head, her face tightened slightly, "Well you'll have to do it soon, or Draco'll tell her just to spite you..."
He nodded and moved away, dreading the confrontation to come in the Common Room; he paused outside the Entrance and mumbled the current password at The Fat Lady before stepping through.
She stood there looking innocently into the flames, smiling as she saw him...how could he break her heart?
But Pansy haunted his thoughts like a dark, beautiful ghost, and he began to speak...
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Voldemort/Nagini:
The proffered creature writhed in fear before his beloved, twisting in the terror of what was to come...but still he lowered the living delicacy to her jaws and smiled as the white mouse disappeared from sight.
"Would you like another, my love?" he crooned in Parseltongue to Nagini, where she basked in the artificial light of his wand, tail wrapped about his arm in a comforting gesture...
"Shhhhaktheth MMMhhehhestor!" Nagini readily agreed, and he reached for another of the creatures...feeding it to her slowly, with deliberate glances at the paralyzed Muggle dangling from mid-air above them. Their eyes wide with the terror all felt in his presence...
Nagini's tongue flicked at his cheek in thanks for the meal, but he smiled in the way only he could and whispered, "Ah, but would you to have...Desert?"
With that, the Muggle fell from the air...
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VOLDEMORT/BELLATRIX:
"Ah, my Lord...it seems you don't need the Eldar Wand," the crazed she-demon with the deep, enchanting eyes, proclaimed lecherously. "Why waste time on the Potter-child, when you could be here? Ruling over the muggles in your rightful place as leader? Let me kill him, please? Pleeeease?"
Her dark hair bobbed as she pleaded, eyes glistening with devotion as she stared at him, and he sighed; her fingers ghosting over his face with familiarity and her twisted form of love.
"Fine, you may have the Potter boy...you know I can never refuse you anything, Bellatrix..."
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HAGRID/GRIPHOOK:
"Ho there, little fellow!" laughed the half-giant, swooping down to pick up the Goblin from where he was struggling to place an ornament on the tree.
"Next time, jus' ask, an' I'll give you a hand, see?" he bubbled in that rustic manner, holding the Goblin aloft so that the smaller magical creature might place a star atop the tree. The sparsely decorated tree was cramped into the small confines of Hagrid's Hut, snow banked at the door, and Griphook had said no more than a word of greeting as he entered.
Even now, resorting to a simple grunt of affirmation or disapproval...
"C'mon now, don' be like that! You like Chris'mas, righ' enough!" laughed Hagrid, Griphook looked him square in the face -from where he now stood on the Kitchen Table- and stated officiously. "It's not that I dislike Christmas, it is simply that you have been standing under mistletoe for the last several minutes and done nothing about it!"
Then Hagrid smiled, "Righ' enough..." and leaned in...
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Dumbledore/Everyone:
Striding through the school, as he was wont to do on occasion, the Headmaster stopped to graciously allow all the students and faculty members surrounding him a chance to ogle his form in more detail.
Mr Weasley tripped over himself; Neville Longbottom crashed into a motionless Draco Malfoy and simply fell over, staring...Miss Granger could only stare with her mouth wide open...
Professor Flitwick tried to herd a group of dazzled first years onward, to no avail...even the Weasley Twins, notorious for their loud antics, were uncommonly silent in his presence...
Smiling behind his half-moon spectacles, he thought to himself, "Damn, it's wonderful to be me..."
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Harry/Draco:
Where were his glasses? Oh...right...Draco was wearing them again. He laughed a little at the sight that presented his blurry eyes upon waking...they were in the Room of Requirement again, with Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Pansy Parkinson. The Room had outdone itself by creating an amalgamation of the Gryffindor and Slytherin Common Rooms, so as to keep them all comfortable...
He knew Ron and Hermione still glanced his way in suspicion, that he liked other guys wasn't the issue at hand...that he liked *Malfoy* of all the potential guys at Hogwarts, *did*.
Initially, Harry wasn't certain when exactly he had fallen asleep on the couch, cuddled close to Draco; Hermione had been spruking off about 'S.P.E.W' again, he thought, but couldn't be certain...
Ron was flat out asleep on the couch, slobbering mildly on Hermione's blouse where he leaned between her and Harry; he snorted slightly into a hand in amusement...If only he had a camera!
"Uh, Draco? Glasses?" he asked the blurrily distinct figure by his side, the blonde blob stiffened and swung around to gaze at him through his own black-rimmed glasses. "Oh, sorry Harry, I just...you know..."
"You like wearing them, I know, Draco. It's okay...but I thought something weird had happened again when I woke up and the world had gone all fuzzy and blobby...scientifically speaking, of course..." he beamed. A newly in focused Hermione reciprocating the gesture with warmth, Draco blushed as Ron gave a snort, fell over and landed across his and Harry's laps...
"I'll give him a ten for deviousness and a one for subtlty," muttered Draco and they all laughed, Pansy helping Hermione and Ginny to push the red-head back into place...until he jerked awake and flailed. "What the-? Harry! Oh, thank goodness, I thought Fred and George had found us out! There is NO WAY I am spending another term with green hair!" he stated vehemently.
Harry leaned a little closer to a blushing Draco and whispered, "Now *you* wouldn't know anything about this at all, would you, Draco?"
The averted eyes said everything he needed to know, "It *was* you who let them in, wasn't it!"
Draco was out of place on the couch and running before anyone could say anything...Ron in swift pursuit; the girls were on the ground, clutching their stomachs and howling with laughter.
"But..." thought Harry as he stood and began to give chase, "I better hurry and catch up before Ron kills the only person I've ever loved..."
And he began to take chase...
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Fred/George:
Long was it said, even in the Weasley household, that there was something more than Twin-ship between Fred and George...they were so close, like each other's shadows. There was always something more to the gazes they threw at one another, something more to the sentences in which finished for one another...
Everybody guessed, but only two knew the truth. And they weren't telling...
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Argus FILCH/Mundungus Fletcher:
"Don't you think someone'll see? Bit obvious 'ere!" protested Mundungus, hissing through his teeth at the proximity of the other body in such a small place...
"Of course not, those blasted students wouldn't know a broom closet if I locked one of the brats in one!" growled Argus, grinning frighteningly and letting his mind slip into what were most likely disturbing thoughts of student torture...
"Well, does *she* have to be here?" protested Mundungus again, softly, glaring at Mrs Norris...
Filch paused in his thoughts, stared him straight in the eyes and said firmly, "The cat stays..."
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Ginny/Draco:
"You know," she panted, resting against the cool brick of the walls, "if Ron ever finds out...he'll kill you!"
Draco smirked, pulling up the sleeves of his robe and straightening his tie, "Let Weasel try! I remember he once ended up barfing up slugs afte- oh, sorry Ginny, I didn't mean..."
Her expression was somewhere between fury and nausea, then she laughed, "Ever the Romantic, Draco...you always know how to put a girl in the mood..."
Draco smirked, wait'll Weasel hears about this...
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Neville Longbottom/Dolores Umbridge:
The kittens on the walls seemed suddenly predatory, laying off the cute poses of playing with painted balls of yarn and lapping at bowls of milk, to simply stare at him...worst of all, he was also receiving such a stare from the Professor across the desk. And he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on more than a little...
"Mr Longbottom, I presume?" Drawled Umbridge, purring as she slid a porcelain cup of strangely coloured tea to him...he gulped and snatched at it, throat suddenly dry in awe of her- well, her-...her *pinkness* to be honest.
"Y-yes?" he choked out through a mouthful of tea, eyes never leaving the woman, but sensing the presence of Professor Snape, at his back. Umbridge's eyes flicked up to the man behind him, "Now, Severus, you may go...I think I am perfectly capable of..." her eyes flicked down to his own, glimmering, as her voice purred, "...take care of him..."
Never had Neville prayed so hard to be in the same room as Snape...
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Neville/Bellatrix:
This was so WRONG!
But her scent was alluring, deep eyes beckoned to him, even as a pale tongue darted out to lick at darkly-coloured lips... " Longbottom, I know your name, boy...who knew you could be so..." Bellatrix inhaled from by his left shoulder, so he felt the strange heat that emanated from her body as she whispered, "...beautiful."
She kissed the trembling hand that held his wand out before him; her spell binding him in place so he could do nothing but move his eyes and breathe minutely... "So beautiful...I must have you, keep you...you will be mine!" She laughed and danced away as Hermione came tearing around the corner and screamed the counter-curse at him.
As his limbs unfroze, she stared at him in concern, "Neville...is there something wrong?" Slowly, he shook his head, visions of a dark, forbidden beauty dancing past his eyes, "No-...No, nothing...let's...go." He said, turning to walk away and adding in an extra swagger to his step; putting on a show, as it were, for the dark eyes he knew to be watching...
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Luna/Draco & Neville/Pansy:
"Oooh! Look out for Nargles!" smiled Luna, absently as she gazed at the mistletoe Pansy and Neville were currently...engaged...under, Draco squeezed her hand lovingly. "If you say so, Luna...I believe you..."
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Severus Snape/Dumbledore:
He lovingly tended to the blackening skin of Dumbledore's hand, not daring to speak aloud all the fear and anger trapped inside; what if Albus had died? What if it had all been for nothing? Was Voldemort's downfall truly worth him losing another that he cared about?
"Severus...I know you are angry, but I also know that such an emotion springs from your concern for me, and I thank you...you must trust that I know what is best for myself. For you also...but mostly, for Harry..." Snape pressed his lips into a firm line; there it was again, the Potter boy...always in their thoughts from the moment the pair had gone to rescue the infant from the destroyed house.
Little Harry had screamed in terror as he held him up, scrutinizing the strange scar on his forehead...after a long argument with Albus, it was decided -with no small amount of dissent form Snape, himself- that they would not adopt the boy, but rather, leave him on the doorstep of his magic-hating cousins...
He was still bitter about that choice...what would have been different had he argued more passionately for the child's safety? Ah, but it was in the past now, as Albus would say, and time cannot be changed.
Of course Albus would say that *now*...he'd carefully removed the time-turner from under Snape's pillow the other night...
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Harry/Voldemort:
The cold carcass of his most loyal follower lay still smoking on the grass at his feet; no matter what could be said of her sister, Narcissa, and the spineless coward who had married her, Lucius...Bellatrix was the bravest of them all.
She knew her Lord's intent, and still she stood there and smiled, spreading her arms wide in a gesture of maddened, though ecstatic surrender to his will; she would be missed...
Trembling, where he was tied to a headstone, Harry Potter gazed at him without fear; his eyes were full of the emotion that had brought him to slay Bellatrix...
Behind the glasses, eyes that looked much like his mother's shone back, full...of love...
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Voldemort/Umbridge:
"And furthermore," came the sharp voice he had grown to love, if that was at all possible for someone like him... "Muggleborns are not to attend Hogwarts, until it is proven that there has been a Witch or Wizard in their family bloodline, before..."
Voldemort allowed a small smile to creep up him normally blank features, Dolores Umbridge truly was a woman after his own heart...
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Luna/Bellatrix:
"So...have you seen a crumple-horned Snorkack anywhere around here?" trilled a blissfully ignorant voice; Bellatrix sighed, then laughed. As long as it kept Luna away while she had her fun...she didn't really want to destroy the innocence inside the younger blonde, it was...amusing...on occasions, to say the least...
She paused in her Muggle-torture for a mere moment to peer through a curtain and down the long halls of Malfoy manner, just gazing t Luna's small form, taking delight in the eccentricity behind the radish earring the girl sported.
The young Lovegood was making her way down one side of the hall, asking all the portraits of former Malfoy generations to the same effect...
Bellatrix sighed and smiled, If it kept her happy... Then she turned back to the unfortunate in her...'care'...
As the screams began, Luna had to raise her voice to ask her question of a balefully glaring old woman in a luxurious setting, "Have YOU ever seen a crumple-horned Snorkack?"
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Harry/Bellatrix:
"Maybe...I shouldn't kill you, Potter...I know Voldemort, Lord of all things Pure, wants you to be that way...but maybe I do not!" she seemed to be questioning herself, weaving in and about the three captured teens, ensnared in her magical trap...
Dark tendrils of solidified shadow held Ron, Harry and Hermione in place, arms pinned to their sides... "Well, not to save my own skin or nothing, but I think Harry right fancies you!" commented an exceptionally unhelpful Ron...
Bellatrix flickered her gaze back to Harry with a flare of delight, the traps fell away with a brief wave of her wand, "Yes...maybe I'll keep you alive..."
Harry shivered at the cold way her eyes caressed his body, then turned, and ran with the others...Bellatrix in pursuit...
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Trevor the Toad/Norbert the Baby Dragon:
Sparks lit up the lilypad before him, Oh why had he chosen to stray from his Master's side this day? he lamented. Then throatily laughed in a manner that only toads can...the reason he had left Neville to search for him this day, was right behind him...
Norbert made a clucking gurgle deep in his throat and tilted his head, smiling as only dragons can...
As the dragon hatchling licked a stripe down his back in affection, Trevor let out a rather frog-like croak in surprise and felt warmth deep in his heart, because he knew Norbert loved him...
Of course, it was equally likely, that warmth may have been from the passing lilypad, which just so happened to be on fire...
But...did it really matter?
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Dumbledore/Umbridge:
Really now, she was not as awful as the others always said...at least, that was his current opinion of the woman; a smile of brilliant intensity beamed forth from his face as he turned away to address the students at the first feast of the School Year...ah, there were the first-years now!
He never saw the way her lips curled up in satisfaction as the pink granules dissolved in his tea as she continued on her deadly plan to ensnare his heart with a love potion...
As far as he was concerned, Umbridge was a wonderful woman...
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Hagrid/Hermione:
Pounding on his door came over the thundering torent of the rain outside; Hagrid lumbered over to it, carefully shoving Fang to the side so whoever it was might get inside without being atacked by a large slobber-monster...
Creaking hinges revealed a sodden Hermione waiting with a raised hand, hair plastered to her head, "I'm sorry Professor, I got caught in the storm on the way to see you about our assignments...can I come in?"
" 'ere now, none of that 'Professor' business with you...you, 'arry an' Ron are always to call me Hagrid, got it?" he said, propelling her inside with a massive hand...
Later, draped in a large towel by the fire, with an absolutely HUGE mug of steaming cocoa in her shivering hands, Hagrid realised he was gazing at her a little too intently...and she was staring right back...
"Hagrid...? I have something to confess," she said, as she set down the mug carefully and shifted in her seat, finishing breathily, "I just wanted to see you!"
And then she threw herself at him...
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Hermione/Ginny:
"Shhh! The boys will hear us!" she giggled, flicking the long red strands back from her face, she and Hermione crept inside and up the stairs, completely sodden to the core. Harry and Ron were sprawled over one another by the fireplace, seemingly in the middle of a game of Wizard Chess when they had both simultaneously fallen prey to deep sleep...
Looks like Ginny's sleeping draught cupcakes worked just as well as Hermione's had on Crabbe and Goyle; but then, as the girl had repeatedly said, she *did* have a good teacher...
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Dobby/Kreacher:
He trembled in the slight breeze, but took comfort at the warmth of the garment made of carefully-sewn-together socks he wore. "I don't know, what if Master finds out?" he whispered aloud.
"Master will not know, Master is sleeping with his friends...Master likes the Blood-traitor almost as much as he likes the Mudblood..." drawled Kreacher, Dobby slapped him, hard. "Kreacher must stop speaking of Dobby's friends like that! Master Potter, Master Weasley and Mistress Granger are very kind and polite to Dobby! They are to you too, why can't you be nice to them?
Dobby is sorry he hit you, Kreacher..." The older, gnarled house elf's hand let his face where the other had struck and bowed his head sadly...then looked up and grabbed Dobby's outstretched hand...
"Kreacher will be kind to Master and his friends...for *you*, Dobby..."
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Hagrid/Dobby:
"Is Master sure he would not rather Dobby cleaned something?" fidgeted Dobby, bustling about the small hut and trying his best to clean, dust and re-organise the items all at once...
"I told yer, Dobby...there's no need to call me 'Master', sounds right ridiculous, if you ask me! Jus' call me 'agrid!" smiled the Hogwarts Game Keeper, " 'sides, if we're goin' ta make this work, we're goin' ta need to work together on the whole 'cleaning' business!"
Dobby paused at where he ferociously scrubbed a once-pristine pot, now blackened with overuse, "Dobby is sorry, but habits are hard to break...Dobby does love Hagrid, but still...Dobby wants to clean!"
Hagrid laughed softly, so as not to upset the House Elf before saying, "Alright, if it makes yer happy, then!"
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Harry/Aberforth:
He writhed in the embrace, taking in the familiar scent of the other...so like, and yet not quite as he'd dreamed...the greying beard denoted age and wisdom, the eyes were old and had seen much. There was an air of compassion to him whenever Harry stepped close, but it fled in the light of something far more...overwhelming...
As he pressed closer to Aberforth, he could almost imagine, if his eyes were squeezed shut...that this was Dumbledore, the one he had loved the most...
And Aberforth never asked why he always shut his eyes, for the truth was safer lingering between them, than said aloud...
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Bellatrix/Ron:
Her splayed fingers traced over the sensitive pale skin of his face, "So...a Bloodtraitor you may be...but still, a Pureblood..." she whispered, changing direction to circle him counter-clockwise. He shut his eyes and prayed for the world to find someone, anyone to save him from this...if only he had kept his mouth shut!
He trembled, her hands were as cold as her maddened eyes, Bellatrix grinned in that strange way and circled again, hands everywhere...and no matter how many times he visualized all the Hogwarts Professors, counted Blast-ended Skrewts jumping over a fence [which was a frightening indication of his dodgy mental health!] and counted the roof tiles, he did feel a little...something responding...
The Death-eater laughed in delight as his body betrayed the strange feelings welling up from within...suddenly, he wished harder than before that no one he knew *did* burst through that door...or he would have a lot of explaining to do!
"Got you now, Weasley..." she smiled, "You belong to me! I asked for you and Lord Voldemort rewarded me with a pure-blood as a toy! Is he not generous?" She smiled scarily and caressed him cheek again, and dammit if his face wasn't flushing, heart rate surging, breathing becoming harder every second...
If only he wasn't a hormonal teenage boy! His mind cried out, vaguely pausing to wonder at what his mother would say if she heard those words uttered from his mouth...throw a party, he suspected!
"Uh, actually, I kind of have a girlfriend..." he stammered, but Bellatrix laugh high and cruelly, "The little Mudblood? No, never...she does not deserve to mix her impure blood with yours..."
Ron wracked his brains, "Alright, I lied...I have a Boyfriend, I can't be with you...right? I'm not into girls..." She paused to glare at him, "I don't believe you! Who? Who would dare take a pure-blood from me...? Oh...is it little Potter?"
Ron blushed at the suggestion, but it seemed she took that as an admission of guilt and screeched, Ron only hoped Harry would forgive him once this was all over... "You are MINE! I am your future and you will be mine forever!" she began to rant frighteningly, "Potter is not worthy! I have watched you from afar for too long, planned too long, you are my possession!"
Ron blinked, What now? She'd been watching him? That...was just plain creepy, and he told her so... "Silly boy...I have always had claim to you, you just didn't know it!" she giggled maddeningly and twirled, "That's because I love you!" She called out in a sing-song voice...
Something stirred in Ron's chest, dread? Realization? Whatever it was, he never had the true chance to find out, as a beaten and bleeding Harry and Hermione burst around the corner, both screaming, "Stupify!" at Bellatrix.
The dark-clad witch collapsed without a sound, smile pasted to her features and eyes watching Ron the whole time as she sank down to the floor...
All through the fussing and talking, where the other two fawned over him and unbound his body from the giant vertical slab of rock, jutting from the floor...his mind was still, as were his lips.
Giving up on trying to coax words from him, Harry and Hermione began to tug him outside the horrifying place with all due force...and he couldn't help wondering if it was wrong...
Wrong that he looked back and trailed his eyes, lovingly, over Bellatrix's form...
How could love be wrong...?
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