AN: Ok, more drabbles. Some of these are prompted with the word 'Holiday' while others have no prompt what so ever. Some of these have character deaths and some have harsh language. Sorry, it's just the way I write.

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Title: That's Why

I didn't believe there would be a future. I lived in the present because when you work for the future you never see what's in front of you. Then you die. You die and you've accomplished nothing of importance because you never acted for the current moment.

That's why I pushed him out of the way. That's why I was the one who saw the flash of green, not him. That's why. Even now as I sit in a misty limbo and watch his face contort into bewildered grief, I smile. That's why I treasured him – he always shows his feelings.

Title: Ruthlessly

I twisted you over and over to break you. I can't seem to get away from this perverse tension that fills me to the rim. I want to torture you just as you want to do to me. Be jagged, forceful, and violent when you do. I want to identify every loathsome feeling you possess and hard. Gods, do it hard.

The contours of your body that my hands will miss, the lack of contact against our skin, the tainted tongue that pours from mouths in the moments of bliss; this despair that ripples through me can be settled only one way. Take me ruthlessly.

Title: Because He's Beautiful

"Scar face!"

"Shove off, Malfoy."

"Potter, go get killed or something."

"Putting deep thought into your insults?"

Ron stepped between the two. He didn't understand why they couldn't be civil. "Children, play nice."

"Ron, he started it!"

"No, you started it – the moment I saw your damaged, mutilated head!"

"I don't care who started it, I'll finish it."

The bickering between the enemies dimmed, a few choice words from Harry could be heard and something along the lines of '…hates me because I'm beautiful', from Draco.

"Can't I take you home for Hols without you starting something?" Ron smiled warmly.

Title: Mine

Don't. Ever. Stop.

Those are words I will never forget. He didn't deny that he enjoyed the sensation of his lip between my teeth. He didn't deny the pleasure he received from my skilled hands. No, he wouldn't. Scratch that – he couldn't. But I'm caught between a rock and a hard place (literally) and sometimes I catch myself moaning his name.

I disgust myself. I loathe the feast that he lays before me without even knowing it. Merlin himself would bend him over if he could.

He is my holiday after torture. My break following anguish. He is my – no, he is mine.

Title: Shut it.

"Shut it, Weasley." Malfoy spat as he stood casually against the rough stonewall of Hogwarts. Ron was sitting with his head in his hands, quietly sobbing as he tortured himself with memories of the past – when his best friend had been alive. But now as the rein of the Dark Lord came to close so did the life of Harry Potter. He took down Voldemort and the Order couldn't be prouder. "I said, quit it." Malfoy barked, as they stood alone in the hall. Finally, to bring silence - obviously, Malfoy swept down and fervently pressed his lips to Ron's.

Title: Temporary Ardent

Fierce breathing, and searing touches across exposed skin. Gods, it was hot and he knew it. They both knew it. As Malfoy's hands acutely trailed down south and his mouth takes special care of Weasley's earlobe, Weasley simply bit his neck in heated play. Heaving weight, pushing and fighting for dominance. It felt as though the wall of that empty corridor would give way if they weren't careful. But they didn't care. They both struggled aggressively for the control that they didn't have to begin with while they ravaged each other's bodies. The groans echoed as their lips parted and they knew it was only temporary ardent.

Title: Bastard

"Did you see the commotion – I think we missed it." Harry whispered to Hermione as they crowded around the scene that was unfolding. Hermione gasped and raised her hand to her mouth. There was Ron and Malfoy in the center of the mass of students; their wands lay forgotten on the ground as they scrapped like muggles, both struggling to make their fist connect with the other's face. Just as Harry pulled Ron off of Malfoy, a bizarre thing happened…

"Bastard!" Ron spat and grabbed the blonde's robes only to pull him into a furious kiss – and Malfoy keenly returned it.

Title: A Rest

I needed a Holiday. I couldn't help myself. I did it and everybody knows it. You wouldn't understand. He had some sort of power over me. He wanted more then blind lust and I couldn't handle that. He wanted to 'go steady', as if we were a normal couple, as if we were what everyone expected. He was foolish! That would murder what we had, even if it was only an exceptional fuck every once and a while.

I killed him because I knew I would go with him and I simply wouldn't have that. I needed a rest from the power he had over me.

Title: Ridiculous

It's not health for me to feel this way. I'm losing it. I need to pull out all my hair just to get to the root of my problem. This is ridiculous. The way you make me feel - Merlin, just do me in. I'm toothless when it comes to you. You are continually on my mind. I know you do it on purpose, doing the things you do, being who you are. It can't be real; it's too erotic. I can't handle it.

I'm obsessive; my eyes are constantly trained on you. And you, you son of a bitch, milk it for all it's worth.

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Which was your favorite? Did you like one of the ones on the other chapter better? Tell me. I would love any criticism you may have. Thanks for reading!

Peace and Love,

Paranoid Sarcasm.