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Title: Loosestrife
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Words: 170
Challenges: Luna Singing, Hermione Studying, "It wasn't my fault.", The
Library, A Flower.
Hermione stuck her nose deeper into her transfigurations text. She adjusted the earmuffs covering her ears, but they did little to muffle the caterwauling that filled the library. She was not sure HOW Luna had bribed Pince to allow her to make such an awful racket, but Hermione was sure that the Ravenclaw girl ad. Hermione slammed her book down in frustration. Blast it she had enough. Hermione stamped out of the library.
The next day Luna was oddly silent. Apparently someone had slipped some Loosestrife seeds into her pumpkin juice that morning. Madame Pomfrey told Luna she would just have to wait it out till they wore off---a week or two.
Hermione smiled to herself in the blissfully quite of the library. She vaguely looked up as Luna stomped over to her and pointed an accusing finger, her lips moved but no sound emerged. She pointed frantically at her throat.
Hermione shrugged innocently. "It wasn't my fault." She smiled and tucked a small purple flower behind her ear.
A/N : Purple Loosestrife's magical uses (according to Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs) is Peace and Protection. It's also used to settle arguments. IT has small purple/red flowers, and is also called Blooming Sally, Lythrum, Partyke, Purple Willow Herb, Rainbow Weed, Sage Willow, or Salicaire.
~*~*~**~*~*****~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~*~**~ Title: The Wrong Fic Rating: G Words: 253 Challenges:Draco is crying, Harry is confused, "Why should I?", Locker Rooms, A Scarf.
Harry wrapped his Gryffindor scarf around his neck gingerly; he headed towards the door to leave the locker room. He was just about to open it when it swung open, and Draco burst in. The door hit Harry and threw him to the floor, nearly knocking him out. Draco stumbled in, his eyes red and puffy, tears trickled from his eyes, and his nose was an unbecoming shade of red.
"Draco?" Harry blinked in confusion. "You're in the wrong locker room!"
"Potter how could you?" Draco wailed.
Harry blinked up at him. "Huh? How could I do what?"
"Cheat on me!"
"Errrrrrrrrrrrr.Draco. We're not dating."
"Yes we are."
"No we're not."
"Yes. We. Are."
"Damn it Draco, you are in the wrong fic."
"Huh?"
"See that girl over there with the orange pen?"
"You should go talk to her."
"Why should I?"
"Because you are in the wrong fic!"
Draco looked where Harry was pointing, and off-stage a girl with an orange pen was furiously writing. Draco wrinkled his brow. He hadn't even known there was an off-stage part of Hogwarts. He also pondered what would possess someone to use an orange pen; it was the most ugly shade he had ever had the misfortune to see. He glared at the writer. "Stop That!"
"What?" She looked up vaguely. "Stop what?"
"Stop making me think those stupid things." He seethed.
The writer looked sheepish. "Sorry. I was just trying to finish this challenge."
Draco snarled. Some fanfic writers were as bad as mudbloods.
~*~*~**~*~*****~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~*~**~ Title: Slytherin Boys Pairing: Ginny/Blaise, Ginny/Some other slytherin boy (s) Rating: G Words: 154 Challenges: Ginny has a secret, Ron can't sleep, "Not after last time.", The Gyffindor Common Room, A Blanket.
Ginny Weasley hugged her favorite blanket close, as she took a nap in common room of Gryffindor tower. It was a beautiful blanket; a patchwork of all manners and patters on satin and silk. The blanket was all shades of green and silver, which made it stick out of the common room like a sore thumb.
Ron Weasley could not sleep so he made his way out of his dorm to the common room. As usual his little sister had fallen asleep. He studied the blanket wrapped around her in consternation. Why the bloody hell couldn't stay away from those Slytherin boys?"
"Ginny, wake-up."
She turned over and grumbled.
He grabbed the blanket and tried to yank it off of her.
"Where did you get this?"
"Like I would tell you, Ron."
She snorted. "Not after last time. Blaise still won't talk to me."
She gave her flustered brother a very pointed stare. "Buzz-off."
~*~*~**~*~*****~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~*~**~ Title: Assumptions Pairing: Severus/Hermione Rating: G Words: 257 Challenges:Snape is looking for something, Hermione is impatient, "Really?", A classroom, a bracelet.
Hogwarts. August 2003.
Hermione peered cautiously through the door of the Potions classroom. She ducked as a book went flying past her left ear.
"Severus, dearest, just WHAT are you doing?"
Another book went flying across the room barely missing her left shoulder.
"I'm looking for something."
"Yes, I gathered that." She frowned. "You do realize we are going to be late for tea with Minerva?"
She tapped her foot impatiently as Severus continued to root through his old bookcase.
"Blasted hidden compartment, where are you?" he mumbled.
Hermione rubbed her brows. Just great, her husband was going stark raving mad. Sometimes she just didn't know about him.
"Severus, we are going to be late!"
"Really?"
She stomped her feet. "Hurry up!"
Severus shot her an icy glared and she clamped her mouth shut.
He poked around the bookcase once more, and she heard an audible "pop" as a little compartment sprang open, revealing a cache of jewelry. Severus smirked and pulled out a gold and ruby bracelet. "This, my little minx, is for you."
Hermione's face flushed, as she gingerly accepted the offering.
"Oh my, it's beautiful."
"It was my mothers."
Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Why would a Slytherin own a piece of jewelry like this?"
Severus snorted. "You should not assume things, dear. Mother was a Gryffindor."
Hermione's eyebrows shot up, and her eyes grew wide and owl-like.
He smirked again. "Come along. We wouldn't want to miss tea, now would we?" He led a dazed Hermione out of the classroom and down the hall.
Hermione stuck her nose deeper into her transfigurations text. She adjusted the earmuffs covering her ears, but they did little to muffle the caterwauling that filled the library. She was not sure HOW Luna had bribed Pince to allow her to make such an awful racket, but Hermione was sure that the Ravenclaw girl ad. Hermione slammed her book down in frustration. Blast it she had enough. Hermione stamped out of the library.
The next day Luna was oddly silent. Apparently someone had slipped some Loosestrife seeds into her pumpkin juice that morning. Madame Pomfrey told Luna she would just have to wait it out till they wore off---a week or two.
Hermione smiled to herself in the blissfully quite of the library. She vaguely looked up as Luna stomped over to her and pointed an accusing finger, her lips moved but no sound emerged. She pointed frantically at her throat.
Hermione shrugged innocently. "It wasn't my fault." She smiled and tucked a small purple flower behind her ear.
A/N : Purple Loosestrife's magical uses (according to Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs) is Peace and Protection. It's also used to settle arguments. IT has small purple/red flowers, and is also called Blooming Sally, Lythrum, Partyke, Purple Willow Herb, Rainbow Weed, Sage Willow, or Salicaire.
~*~*~**~*~*****~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~*~**~ Title: The Wrong Fic Rating: G Words: 253 Challenges:Draco is crying, Harry is confused, "Why should I?", Locker Rooms, A Scarf.
Harry wrapped his Gryffindor scarf around his neck gingerly; he headed towards the door to leave the locker room. He was just about to open it when it swung open, and Draco burst in. The door hit Harry and threw him to the floor, nearly knocking him out. Draco stumbled in, his eyes red and puffy, tears trickled from his eyes, and his nose was an unbecoming shade of red.
"Draco?" Harry blinked in confusion. "You're in the wrong locker room!"
"Potter how could you?" Draco wailed.
Harry blinked up at him. "Huh? How could I do what?"
"Cheat on me!"
"Errrrrrrrrrrrr.Draco. We're not dating."
"Yes we are."
"No we're not."
"Yes. We. Are."
"Damn it Draco, you are in the wrong fic."
"Huh?"
"See that girl over there with the orange pen?"
"You should go talk to her."
"Why should I?"
"Because you are in the wrong fic!"
Draco looked where Harry was pointing, and off-stage a girl with an orange pen was furiously writing. Draco wrinkled his brow. He hadn't even known there was an off-stage part of Hogwarts. He also pondered what would possess someone to use an orange pen; it was the most ugly shade he had ever had the misfortune to see. He glared at the writer. "Stop That!"
"What?" She looked up vaguely. "Stop what?"
"Stop making me think those stupid things." He seethed.
The writer looked sheepish. "Sorry. I was just trying to finish this challenge."
Draco snarled. Some fanfic writers were as bad as mudbloods.
~*~*~**~*~*****~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~*~**~ Title: Slytherin Boys Pairing: Ginny/Blaise, Ginny/Some other slytherin boy (s) Rating: G Words: 154 Challenges: Ginny has a secret, Ron can't sleep, "Not after last time.", The Gyffindor Common Room, A Blanket.
Ginny Weasley hugged her favorite blanket close, as she took a nap in common room of Gryffindor tower. It was a beautiful blanket; a patchwork of all manners and patters on satin and silk. The blanket was all shades of green and silver, which made it stick out of the common room like a sore thumb.
Ron Weasley could not sleep so he made his way out of his dorm to the common room. As usual his little sister had fallen asleep. He studied the blanket wrapped around her in consternation. Why the bloody hell couldn't stay away from those Slytherin boys?"
"Ginny, wake-up."
She turned over and grumbled.
He grabbed the blanket and tried to yank it off of her.
"Where did you get this?"
"Like I would tell you, Ron."
She snorted. "Not after last time. Blaise still won't talk to me."
She gave her flustered brother a very pointed stare. "Buzz-off."
~*~*~**~*~*****~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~*~**~ Title: Assumptions Pairing: Severus/Hermione Rating: G Words: 257 Challenges:Snape is looking for something, Hermione is impatient, "Really?", A classroom, a bracelet.
Hogwarts. August 2003.
Hermione peered cautiously through the door of the Potions classroom. She ducked as a book went flying past her left ear.
"Severus, dearest, just WHAT are you doing?"
Another book went flying across the room barely missing her left shoulder.
"I'm looking for something."
"Yes, I gathered that." She frowned. "You do realize we are going to be late for tea with Minerva?"
She tapped her foot impatiently as Severus continued to root through his old bookcase.
"Blasted hidden compartment, where are you?" he mumbled.
Hermione rubbed her brows. Just great, her husband was going stark raving mad. Sometimes she just didn't know about him.
"Severus, we are going to be late!"
"Really?"
She stomped her feet. "Hurry up!"
Severus shot her an icy glared and she clamped her mouth shut.
He poked around the bookcase once more, and she heard an audible "pop" as a little compartment sprang open, revealing a cache of jewelry. Severus smirked and pulled out a gold and ruby bracelet. "This, my little minx, is for you."
Hermione's face flushed, as she gingerly accepted the offering.
"Oh my, it's beautiful."
"It was my mothers."
Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Why would a Slytherin own a piece of jewelry like this?"
Severus snorted. "You should not assume things, dear. Mother was a Gryffindor."
Hermione's eyebrows shot up, and her eyes grew wide and owl-like.
He smirked again. "Come along. We wouldn't want to miss tea, now would we?" He led a dazed Hermione out of the classroom and down the hall.