Author'sNote: Four drabbles I wrote sometime last month for the hp100 community on livejournal. (This is Maria, by the way.)

Title: Ronald Weasley and the Dirty Stain
Word Count: 100
House: Gryffindor
Characters: Ron and Ginny. :sigh: No. Not incest.
Challenge: Purity
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Everyone took the good ideas.

"I can't stand it anymore!"
The quill fell unceremoniously from his wringing fingers into his lap, leaving a large blotch of ink in a rather inappropriate area.
Ginny looked up from a packed suitcase. "What's wrong, Ron?"
"Stupid essay," he grumbled, trying to rub out the stain.
Ginny scowled at his seemingly suggestive motions, but said instead, "So you waited until twenty minutes before we leave for the train to start your holiday homework?"
"I don't know!" Vigorous rubbing.
"Ron, stop! That looks appalling! Just go change your pants!" cried Ginny, appearing scandalized.
"Merlin... You have such a nasty mind..."

Title: Feel the Magic
House: Gryffindor
Rating: R for Suggestive Imagery :waggles eyebrows:
Characters: James, Remus, and Sirius
Challenge: Purity
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: This takes place in the Yule Ball, back in the day. The italicized phrases are lyrics, so sing along:does a corny tap dance off the screen:

"Feel the magic! Feel the magic, between you and I!"
"Sirius, my ears…"
"C'mon Moony-Woony! Grab my arm and let's twist again, like we did last summ-ah!"
"Like we did last year!"
"Not you, too, James…"
"Remus, dahling, this is a dance! You best be groovin' to the moovin'!"
"Yush! Come hither, Prongs! Let's make a human sandwich!"
"Genius! Moony, you could be the salami!"
"Oh dear…"
"Oh yes, Prongs! Vibrate those bon-bons for your dearest Padfoot!"
"Do you believe in magic?"
"Moony, gyrate those hips!"
"In a young deer's heart?"
"I feel my wholesome, family-friendly image shattering before me…"

Title: Vigilant Furniture
House: Gryffindor
Rating: G
Characters: Remus and Sirius
Challenge: Constant Vigilance
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: Uhm, no comment...

"What are you doing?"
"Not lighting your lampshade on fire."
"Go light your own lampshade on fire, Sirius."
"Nope. No, that won't work, Remus, I need yours."
"Oh? Do enlighten me."
"I can't sleep. Your lampshade keeps staring at me."
"Lampshades don't stare, Sirius."
"Well yeah, the nice ones don't!"
"Go to bed, Sirius."
"Remus, your lampshade has been cavorting with the Devil!"
"Lampshades don't cavort."
"Remus!"
"Go to bed, Sirius."
"But what if it eats me?"
"We have an exam tomorrow morning, so can you kindly bugger off?"
"It's been staring at me all night!"
"Bed. Now."
"Yes, Remus."

Title: A Wormtale Story
Word Count: 100
House: Gryffindor
Characters: Peter/Remus
Rating: PG
Challenge: Constant Vigilance
Author's Note: I'm not really good at slash, sorry guys.

Remus lay on his stomach, reading a leather-bound book with admirable fortitude. His sandy brown hair kept falling into his multi-faceted, cerulean eyes; every few minutes he would brush it away with irritation. He paused every so often to scribble down an excerpt on a piece of parchment. After what seemed like an hour, Remus laid down the heavy-set volume on his bedside table and gracefully stretched to full length, yawning serenely. He blew out a candle near the book and fell into bed, thoroughly, but stunningly, exhausted.

As Remus's bed springs whimpered under his shifting weight, Peter's whiskers wilted.