A collection of drabbles and cookies I've written, mostly as answers to the NQs at Guns 'n' Handcuffs. I've been toying with the idea of putting them together and connecting them as a story, but right now I don't have much time, so I'll just have to settle for posting them now. Each one will be a chapter; keep looking for updates, as I am a big writer of drabbles (because they're so short and easy to write!). Comments are appreciated, as always.
Title: Er...Vanilla and Sandalwood?
Rating: G
Summary: Harry wonders how he ended up...here.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: First drabble I ever wrote...please be kind. It's based on a picture of them; sadly, the link seems to be lost, so I can't provide you the address. It's a very cool picture, though, morbid and purple (they're supposed to be lying on a purple tombstone, but at the time we thought it was a matress xD).
He had to wonder why in the world he was lying next to Draco on a bed covered with purple roses (at least, he thought they were roses..), with really uncomfortable clothes on, outdoors and totally unprotected. It was weird, really, because he had no recollection of anything that they'd done that might lead to this kind of situation...but then Draco shifted and snuggled closer to him, and...he breathed in his smell, the lemons, sandalwood, the warm scent of vanilla...and something that was uniquely Draco. And then he had to wonder why he had even asked. It didn't matter, really.
Fin.