Another one :)

They're coming along nicely, no?

These ones, I stayed up FOREVER doing, so they're a little less put together.

A/N everything you recognize is J.K. Rowling's.

Drunk: (Celebration pro-war style) Word Count: 28

Lights flash.

Bodies dance.

Sweat.

Suffocating.

Hermione waves a hand as Draco comes over.

"Congratulations." She slurs, lifting her cup. "I'm drunk."

Draco smiles and signals for another.

Disaster: (Harry is in charge of planning Albus's sixth birthday party) Word Count: 25

He put his head in his hands.

Albus's "birfday" party was turning out to be a disaster.

What was Ginny thinking, putting him in charge?

Turned Off: (Luna gets a sugar rush! AU Muggle Supermarket) Word Count: 28

"Guys!" She squealed. "I'm serious. I'll get a sugar high and I won't turn off for hours!"

The girls laughed and proceeded to load the cart with sweets.

Past, Present, Future: (Alone time: Dramione) Word Count: 30

I unzip my sweater, blushing under his gaze.

"You are my past," her whispers, kissing my shoulder.

"My present," a kiss to my neck,

"And my future."

Finally, the lips.

Dysfunctional: (Molly and Arthur and Muggle machinery) Word Count: 30

"Molly!"

"What, Arthur?"

"Would you come look at this?" I see Arthur, staring hopefully at a Muggle device.

"I mean, it's a little…" it self-destructs, interrupting him.

"Dysfunctional." He finishes.

Men: (In which Ginny and Hermione share a girl moment of frustration at the opposite sex when shopping for a wedding dress.) Word Count: 29

"Gin'," Ron said nervously. "Do you really want to look like a giant toilet paper roll?"

Harry roared with laughter as Hermione and Ginny looked at each other.

"Men!"

Behind My Back: (Ron's betrayal of Hermione for Lavender.) Word Count: 30

"Ronald Weasely, you cheating bastard!" The pair broke away, Ron jumping up, scalded.

Lavender turned to face her, but before she could say anything, Hermione backhanded her across the face.

Study Sessions: (Jily studying. First kiss.) Word Count: 30

Frustration.

Warm hands settled on his shoulders, calming him. He turned, green eyes meeting brown. He pushed aside a lock of hair, and gently brought his face upwards towards hers.

Cut It Out: (Severus and Lily Friendship) Word Count: 30

He poked her. Hard.

She squealed, slapping him. "Sev, if you do that again…" She trailed off. Minutes later, his fingers dug into her rib again, and she squirmed, laughing.

Dreamt: (Dumbledore musing) Word Count: 29

"Days dreamt, days lost. Severus, time always seems to be gone, missing. Lost."

Severus nodded, not giving any feedback. As always. The older man sighed, returning to his desk.