Sticky
Challenge: Lily and Fudge Flies
Words: 187
Rated: G
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"Fudge Flies, please."
Lily knew that they'd been his favourites in school. Although she couldn't quite understand why. Fudge Flies were insufferable sweat. They stuck to your hands like, well, flies to the wall and it was very difficult to catch them once they'd started buzzing around your head - not to mention the sound you got after putting them into your mouth.
Perhaps it had been because neither James nor Sirius had liked them and so he'd been relatively safe they wouldn't snatch it from him like they always did. Of course James and Sirius hadn't been mean on purpose. They'd been friends. They - we - are friends.
"Alright, here you go."
She took the bag of sweets and a deep breath too. He'd always been the one behind the others - but tonight James and she would ask him to be their secret keeper instead of Sirius. She didn't know if this was the right decission, but she'd always thought that there was more to him than this sticky admiration for his friends. Perhaps it was time to give Peter a chance to prove it.
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Sweets for the sweet
Challenge: Draco and Fudge Flies
Words: 257
Rated: G
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Draco was working frantically. His Potions and DADA N.E.W.T.s were tomorrow ... no - he corrected himself by checking his watch - today. In exactly six hours! And he hadn't learned ... anything!
Goyle collapsed heavily on the chair next to him. He held up a little box. "Mind if I have some?"
Draco waved an impatient hand. "Why ask me?" He turned back to his books ... but was interrupted by a terrible grinding noise.
"What are you doing, Goyle? I'm trying to -"
"Fwudge Fwies?" the other boy offered, chewing.
"What?"
"You want some?"
"NO! I wouldn't touch those things for the life of me. They're disgusting and ... I'm learning!"
"You don't like them? But ..." Goyle hesitated. " ... I thought they were yours. I found them in your bed."
Draco froze. "What are you doing in my -"
"I knew it!" He was cut by a shrieky voice. Granger snatched the box out of Goyle's hand. "They're yours Ron, right?" she shouted over to the Gryffindor table. "I knew you were dating someone ... but - Goyle?"
Goyle flushed red. "They're Draco's! Not mine!"
"Draco?" Hermione went pale and glared at him. "But ... didn't you say you love me? How could you -"
"Arrrrrrrrrrrgh -" Draco sat bolt upright in his bed. Oh God. Oh God.
"Another bad dream?" a drowsy voice mumbled. "Perhaps you shouldn't eat all those Fudge Flies before going to bed."
Draco flopped back. "Oh, shut up, Potter," he hissed, before nestling into the other boy's arms.
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Birthday
Characters: Snape, Lupin
Words: 618
Rated: PG
for yap
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It was his birthday and Remus J. Lupin had thoroughly enjoyed himself with lots of presents, lots of food and the company of many friends. And now that he was stuffed and tired and had this warm feeling of belonging inside, he didn't mind so much being another bloody year older. Christ, he didn't feel old. Perhaps he just needed a little more sleep now and couldn't outrun his neighbor's kids anymore and, oh well. He smirked and collapsed on the bed. He nestled under the sheets and started dozing off when suddenly, the warm feeling was gone. He sighed and felt lonely, thinking about the friends who hadn't been here tonight. "I love you all, you know that, right? I miss -"
Someone knocked on his door.
He jumped up and stumbled over the sheets. His back hurt. Great! It knocked again. "Just a second! Give the old man a rest, will you?" He was sure Lucy had forgotten something - as always. "What's it this time, Luce? Your -" he reached the door and opened it, "- Severus!"
Obviously, Snape was the last person Remus had expected. And least of all looking as devasted as he did. "What happened? Are you -"
"- muddy, wet, cold and overall disgusted with me being here? Yes. And now move over."
Snape squeezed himself past Remus, muttering something intelligible to himself. Remus didn't think Snape was seriously hurt, but cautiously he scanned over the man's dirty face, his dirty robes and his -
"Good Lord! Are you ..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
"What?"
"Are you ... pregnant?"
Snape blinked.
"You are ..." Remus searched for words, "your belly is really ... and you're holding it like ... err ...."
"Idiot! Why and from whom should I be -" he stopped and Lupin could swear that under all the dirt Snape's face went red.
And then Snape's belly moved.
"It's ... I found it."
Lupin waited but no explanation followed and then Snape hunched down and groaned.
"Just get that bloody thing off me, wolfboy!"
And with that he tried to untangle the thing in question from under his wet robes. Remus sprang forward and then something yelped and then he held something in his arms that was ...
"Oh ... my ..."
Snape made a face. "Where can I wash my hands?"
"What?"
"Where's the bathroom?"
"I ... don't know."
"Well, me neither. It's your house, Lupin."
But Remus eyes were fixed on the puppy wolf he was holding, and who'd started to whine and to chew on his fingers. "It's ... hungry."
"I'll go now."
Remus snapped back. "What? You can't go! You have to ... explain this."
"I already did. I found it - you keep it." Snape waved his filthy hands. "Be his mother - or whatever." He grinned "Don't you think you're the most suitable person for the job? Perhaps you can train it to fetch your clothes after transformation."
"This is not funny! It's a living animal. If this is your idea of a birthday joke -"
"Birthday?"
Snape looked truly surprised and Remus was truly lost for words. They both stayed silent and Remus absently started stroking the little wolf's fur. It was as wet as Snape's clothes but it felt warm like ... he looked down and saw the blood. The puppy had a deep cut on its side and one of its paws had a cut to the bone.
"You have something to treat that."
It wasn't a question, so Remus didn't answer. He continued stroking the fur more carefully and when he looked up, Snape opened the door to leave, giving him a most snideful look.
"Happy birthday, wolfboy."
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