Here is another collection of one-shots and drabbles (all of which are standalone ficlets) that are based off prompts that come from the 50 Day of Inspiration Competition. Hopefully I will be able to update every day! The characters and pairings throughout these stories may vary, as will the genres, but bear in mind that I have a tendency to Draco/Ginny-ify everything that I write. :)

Day 1 - Character action: A character must use a quill.


Hermione had skipped dinner for the second day in a row, but for good reason. The library was generally empty during dinner time, and with her workload, a quiet environment was simply the best for revising. The day before had been an extremely productive one, and so she decided that another day in an empty library would do her marks a lot of good.

What she didn't count on was that someone else would have the same idea.

The chair across from her was pulled from the table. With a deep sigh, and without even bothering to look up from her homework, she said, "If you're here to annoy me or insult me, then I suggest you leave now." Hermione continued to scribble away with her quill.

"I'm going to shock you, Mudblood," he said. "I need your advice."

"I consider 'Mudblood' to be an insult," she replied, finally looking at him. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Are you deaf? I said I need your advice."

Hermione laughed out loud before returning to her work. "Right, my advice. That's rather amusing, actually."

The blond sighed out loud. "Listen, Granger, if you want to be a bigger person than me and have me owe you a favor, then stop being such a silly bint and just listen to me."

Gently, she set down her quill and crossed her arms over her chest. It was strange to even consider that Draco wanted to have any kind of civilized interaction with her, let alone ask her for advice of any kind. It was no secret that the pair of them did not get along well, but he did look like he sincerely wanted to ask her something. "All right then, Malfoy, you've got my attention."

Without hesitation, Draco blurted, "Iwanttoaskginnyout."

"You want to, what?"

"I want to ask Ginny out. On a date," he clarified.

Hermione nodded slowly and pursed her lips. "And you'd like me to put in a good word for you, is that it?"

He looked annoyed. "No, I want you to tell me about her so that I know more about what she likes."

"You do realize that Ron would hate this idea, don't you? So would Fred and George. They are all really protective of her and none of them actually like you."

Draco looked more annoyed. "Listen carefully, Granger. I cannot get that girl out of my head. I had a dream about her last night, and then this morning I sat down for breakfast and, before anything else, I noticed that she was missing. So I looked down at my oatmeal, and I remembered seeing her eat oatmeal once and I bloody smiled at my sodding bowl of oatmeal! It's ridiculous, but I just need to talk to her, and I know that if I don't get help first, she'll hex me."

Hermione chuckled. "She probably would." She sighed. "But you actually do sound like you want to get to know her."

The blond looked hopeful. "So you'll help."

She rolled her eyes. "I'll help."


I know, this is open-ended and not the most exciting read, but maybe I'll continue it at some point throughout this collection.