Pod Challenge Part Two
D/Hr to get the juices flowing. :)
iPod Shuffle Challenge Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over.
4. Post 10 songs.
I Melt With You- Modern English
THIRD PERSON
Draco stirred gently in his sleep. Memories came crashing into his brain like waves against rocks.
"Malfoy I can't do this!" She yelled at him, more so sobbed.
"Why?"
"I'm going through too much! This war is killing me! If Harry and Ron found out I'd be done for!"
His arms grasped her biceps. "What if I make it go away?" He murmured. "I can do that."
"No you can't!" She yelled at him. "You can't end a war!"
"I'll kill him," Malfoy gritted through his teeth. "It won't be hard. He's caused me my life."
"Stop!" She sobbed. "You're talking like a mad-man!"
"I will have you one day Granger," He said. "One day, when it's all over..."
He shifted again, his arms latching around the body next to him. He was right. Malfoys always got what they wanted.
Just Like Heaven- The Cure
FIRST PERSON
She sauntered towards me, her bare hips swaying like a goddess. The way she moved was tantalizing. She was begging me to take her there on the floor of wherever the hell we were.
"Draco," She breathed as he hand beckoned me to her. I slowly walked over to her, my arms latching around her frail little waist.
"I love you," I felt myself murmur into her brown curls. She chuckled low and deep.
"I know Draco," She breathed into my neck, her breath ghosting over my bare collar bone. "Tell me again."
"I love you,"
"He's coming to! He's coming to! Get Mrs. Malfoy! Draco can you hear me?"
I couldn't see anything through the blaring white light. The voice made my heart pound. "Granger?" I croaked.
"Yes," She said hurriedly. "It's me. You were knocked out for over a month, put into a coma after some fist fight."
"No," I stuttered. "I-I was with you?"
Hermione cocked her head. "No, you weren't."
Every Morning- Sugar Ray
FIRST PERSON
Every morning there's a halo hanging from Hermione Granger's bed. She's such an angel that it kills me. She thinks she's the only one who I take to bed.
Sadly, no. I'm a slut and I know it. I sleep with five girls a week, all different. I've considered asked her if I have an addiction but I feel she'd only dump me and tell me to go see a juggle specialist.
Malfoys do not see muggle specialists. I am not going to rehab. My limbs pull me out of her grasp and she looks up at me with pleading eyes.
"Stay once?"
I grimace those damn eyes. "I have work," I stumble out of her room and down the stairs of her flat.
Personal Jesus- Depeche Mode
FIRST PERSON
Once, Malfoy asked me who Jesus was. It was a casual conversation that colleagues like us has at lunch. I had to resist the urge to tell him that he was my god.
That hair is like a halo on his head, reflecting light. The way I want to ravish him is kind of disturbing. I only just became sort-of-friends with Malfoy a month ago and now I'm having dirty thoughts about him? Oh no, that was not good.
Of course I told Malfoy who Jesus was, a god in the muggle world. He frowned and put his lips to his coffee. " That's rather absurd. How can people believe someone is going to save them if he isn't even on earth?"
Maybe he's sitting in front of me, I thought before shaking my head. "I don't know," I choked out. "Jesus can be anyone for different people."
Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy?- Fall Out Boy
FIRST PERSON
Ron Weasley was the most annoying person in the world. I had told Hermione that one million times over. Of course, she scowled at me, narrowing her brown eyes and twisting her lips into a frown.
She would then protest that Pansy was just as annoying as I thought Ron was, to which I replied that I was done with Pansy and all the other cheep slags. I had to show her I had changed.
So when I walked into that nice muggle restaurant and saw that Granger was sitting by herself at a table with tears streaming down her face, I walked up and sat down across from her. "And what is such a lovely lady as yourself doing all alone?" I charmed.
Hermione snorted and her hand flew up to her face. "Stop that," She scolded. "You can't put Malfoy charms on me, they don't work."
Then I snorted. "They work on everyone Hermione," I drawled. "You should know."
She ignored my subtle hint. "Why are you here?"
"Why are you?" I retorted.
"I was supposed to meet Ron here two hours ago," She murmured. I growled.
"Too busy schmoozing the fans to come?" I spat.
"No!"
I hope she knew that right now he was fucking Pansy in an alley almost three blocks down. She was the only one out of the trio who wasn't fake beyond belief. She kept her dignity and deserved someone better, someone like me.
Float On- Modest Mouse
FIRST PERSON
This sucked. Getting kicked out and having to show up at Harry's to see him and a very naked Ginny come to the door. I blushed and apparated away. To the last place I thought I would ever go, Draco's.
He answered his flat door dressed in a black muggle suit with a glass of whisky in his hand. "Hermione?" My name sounded foreign on his tongue.
"Hi," I said shakily. I was wet from the rain and my tears. "Can I stay here?"
He said nothing, just handed me his glass before ushering me in. I gulped down the alcohol and stumbled in through the door. Shedding my soaked clothing, down to my white undershirt and mildly wet jeans, I dried myself before continuing on.
Draco motioned to the couch. I sat down on the couch and he sat next to me. "Weasley found out," He murmured.
I nodded as tears came to my eyes. "I-I wish I had told him instead of-of Pansy," I croaked. Sobs started to wrack my body and Malfoy's arms latched around my body. He consoled me quietly.
"I guess I-I'll just have to move on," I stuttered as my hand went to wipe the tears and droplets of water away.
"You have me," Draco said softly and kissed my lips gently before dragging me on top of him.
Mr. Brightside- The Killers
THIRD PERSON
His dreams plagued him. Visions of her and that piece of shit Weasley crawling over each other. She'd gone to him after the break up.
She had always told him break up sex was the best. Well, that was what she said after she broke up with Harry and came running to him. She had a bad habit of running away after a break up.
In his dream, the rain poured down as she rapped on Weasley's door. He, himself, stood nearby, unable to say or do anything. He screamed but nothing came out.
As Weasley opened the door, she threw herself into his arms and she dragged him through the door. The dreamer followed silently and watched as Weasley removed the wet articles of clothing, stripping her down to her knickers, out of the dress the dreamer had given her.
His lips hit hers and the dreamer woke with a start. He needed her back.
Change Your Mind- The Killers
FIRST PERSON
"No,"
"Granger?"
"No,"
"But I love you?"
"You're a death eater, a ruthless one," All of her answers were a dreary monotone.
"Please," I begged. "I've changed. I know you want it. You wouldn't be here if you didn't," I motion to the tangled mess of sheets on the bed.
"I thought we agreed it was just sex," She snapped. I sighed.
"It was," I started. "But that never works, why can't you see my ways? Please Hermione!"
"No, Malfoy."
The Funeral- Band of Horses
THIRD PERSON
His injury had caused her pain. Most of it was when he had woken only to fall back into his deep sleep, dragging her down under with him. She wouldn't leave his bed.
If she was only his healer, she felt a strange devotion to the sleeping half-veela who had not found his mate in time. The coma was his body's way of telling the people who loved him that he was leaving. Hermione couldn't help but sob onto his pale white arms.
His nails flexed dangerously as the always seemed to do when she touched him. The claws of his were calling to be put away, yet couldn't.
Hermione sobbed again, tears pouring all over him. "I'm sorry," She whispered. "I'm so sorry."