The Drabble Challenge 6-10

Re enter my OFC love interest for Charlie ~ Rosie Taylor, one of these days I might get around to doing a fic about them!

6) Candy

Sirius Black was used to getting his own way. His family were one of the richest and influential around and if Sirius could not use his influence he used his money, or more accurately his father's money. Sirius was something of a hypocrite, although he had grave misgivings about how the money was made and what his family stood for he had no problem reaping the rewards these things brought his way. He was rather conceited about his looks and having been rather popular through his time at Hogwarts, in his last year he became on the verge of insufferable where girls were concerned. In fact the only one he would not actively did not pursue was Lily Evans, not because he didn't think he would get anywhere, but rather because of his friendship, love and respect for James Potter. Privately Sirius often wondered what his reaction would be honestly should a situation occur.

That's why Sirius found himself well and truly stumped by the young American witch that was visiting Hogwarts. He had tried all his usual tricks, turning on the Black charisma, lavishing her with expensive gifts and none of it appeared to be working. He had one more thing to try, usually he saved the big dinner date with all the box of luxury chocolates and flowers for when he was certain the girl would be worth the effort, and after an assault of Sirius's charms most girls were a sure thing. But not this one and Sirius was not used to having his hands slapped away before it ventured anywhere near interesting! He had waited all evening to kiss her, knowing in his teenage arrogance that all he needed to do was kiss her and he'd have his way, because she wouldn't be able to resist.

"Sirius No!" the girl gasped just as his hand had inched past her shoulder and he thought at last he was getting somewhere, whether it was lust or hurt pride he didn't stop to wonder, Sirius snapped.

"For Merlin's sake!" he exploded "I have been nothing but patient and spoiled you rotten, flowers, meals, trips, jewellery, chocolates and still you wont…" he stopped with a puzzled expression as she started to laugh at him.

"Oh so that's what this is all about" she replied "You seriously expected me to put out for a box of candy?"

Even Sirius could not bring himself to utter yes, even though it was the truth.

7) Thorns

Bellatrix Black stood at the alter making her vows to Rodolpho Le Strange; she congratulated herself on her acting ability. She held no love for her new husband, no affection, maybe a spark of sexual attraction but that was dying fast as she became bored, yet she did not regret her decision to marry him at all. It was a marriage of convenience – her convenience and she needed Le Stranges' money and status to advance the cause of her true love. The man who's soul she could feel, even though others told her he was dead, gone, she knew that he lived on in some form somewhere. She could feel him and knew that she must appear to continue on without him for now until the time came, which she knew it would, she could hear the whisper of his voice on the wind and he told her every second of every day that he would be back.

As she smiled serenely into the eyes of Rodolpho Le Strange the doubts flooded back, she would have been better off alone, he could never return because he was dead and she was just kidding herself otherwise because she could not face the thought that her love, the other half of her soul was gone forever. Bellatrix gripped the beautiful flowers in her wedding posy – dark red roses at her request. She squeezed them until the thorns dug into her hands and drew blood to keep herself in the now, to stop the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her every time she thought about the loss of the only man she had ever loved, or would ever love. She smiled again at Rodolpho Le Strange, she was now Bellatrix Le Strange but her heart belonged to Tom Riddle.

8) Escape

"Molly?" Arthur Weasley stood over is wife with the frown of concern that seemed to permanently reside on his face since the birth of his children "Molly what's wrong?"

"Nothing" she sniffed, fresh tears falling again "Oh everything!" she wailed

He crouched down in front of her, removing the pile of dirty clothes she had been clutching for dear life. Taking her roughened hands in his he stroked the skin gently.

"Talk to me darling" he persuaded "Maybe I can help?"

"Help?" Molly exploded "It's ok for you; you escape off to work everyday. There are no refereeing fights for you! No dirty nappies! No constant shouting and banging and the mess!" her voice rose with emotion "Merlin the bloody mess! I CANNOT cope!"

"Oh Molly" Arthur sighed "Just tell me what I need to do"

"You stay here day after day with this rabble and feed them, wash them, dress them, undress them, feed them again, stop them killing each other and themselves and I'll go, somewhere, anywhere!" she shouted.

"Why don't you go and stay with your mother for a few days?" he asked gently

"You'd look after them?" she asked astounded "All of them?"

"They're my children too Molly" he said "I will take a few days off work, go and pack a bag and go now"

"I don't know Arthur" she back tracked "There's all the cooking and washing to do, and the twins have trashed Bill and Charlie's room and Ginny still needs night feeds and…."

"Go Molly" he commanded "You need a break"

"I wanted to run away and escape" she hung her head "But now I feel terrible"

Arthur kissed the top of her head "Go and escape my love" he said "And we will miss you and welcome you home with open arms"

9) Fairytale

Rosie Taylor couldn't tear her eyes away from Charlie Weasley, there was no shock in that, and she was always like a rabbit caught in headlights when he was about. Always half lost in some fantasy about him as she watched him work, or sat with him and his team at meal times or watched him as he got drunk with his mates, as he was now.

How could he ever know just how deep her feelings for him went? She would never be able to tell him that she didn't just love him more than anything, but she worshipped him, oh she knew he had his faults but for some reason they didn't seem to matter to her. He annoyed and infuriated her at times but she still loved him so much it hurt, she felt like he was the other half of her and unless she was with him, nothing was quite right.

Her heart skipped a beat as he turned and smiled at her, she would have liked to have said she was flattered by his attention but the truth was there was no coherent thought process in her head when he smiled at her like that. She smiled back and he winked at her before turning back to his conversation.

"Stop ogling you saucy cow!" The voice that dragged her back from her daydreams was her best friend Jill "There's no hope for you!"

"I know" Rosie conceded with a half smile "I am hopelessly in love with The Weasley"

"I should hope so" Jill chortled "This rather grand party is in aid of your engagement to him!"

Rosie smiled and went to reply but her attention was diverted as Charlie left his seat and walked towards her, he stood behind her and put his hands gently on her shoulders, rubbing them softly, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. Rosie smiled and whispered back before they shared a kiss. Charlie then continued of to the men's' room, leaving Rosie and Jill alone again.

"You really are a lucky cow" Jill conceded "He's gorgeous and absolutely in love with you"

"I know it's my favourite fairytale" Rosie smiled back.

10) Ocean

Sirius didn't know what was happening, one moment he was looking at Harry, engaged in a fight with death eaters, having the time of his life and the next he was falling, he automatically braced for an impact that never came. He was confused, he thought he could remember a spell hitting him but not hitting the floor or the agonising pain that comes with such spells. As he moved his body he became aware that he was falling gently, tumbling and turning slowly in the darkness until he found himself on his feet, he looked down feeling sand under his feet.

Sirius was facing an ocean, and he could feel rather than see that it was larger and deeper than any ocean he knew of, his eyes searched around him, there was nothing but green behind him and ocean in front of him. He felt that he should be asking all sorts of questions, feeling scared, terrified and confused, yet he felt calm and serene. He paced along the waters edge, staring out to the horizon, wondering not what beyond but how he could get there.

"You cannot make it Sirius" a voce told him, a voice almost a familiar as his own yet one he had not heard for many a long year.

"James?" Sirius cried, joy exploding within him at the sight of the man who was his brother in every way but birth "What are you doing here?"

"I have been sent to meet you Sirius" James Potter replied with a smile "I have missed you"

"But you're….?" Sirius could not finish the sentence; he'd never been able to accept James was really dead.

"Dead, yes" James replied "So are you, only you fell through the vale Sirius, you were one of the lucky ones"

"Lucky? James how can being dead be lucky?" Sirius demanded

"Because you can go back" James replied simply "Lily, me the rest of us, we cannot, but you can"

"Go back? But how?"

James nodded towards the ocean before them "That water represents the line between life and death, you can try and cross it and return, those of us who died in other circumstances cannot"

"Buy I could never swim that far!" Sirius protested

"You have a choice my friend" James told him with a smile "You can return with me and never attempt to cross, but you will never again have this chance, or you can try and risk being lost to both places for ever"

"I…I don't know" Sirius muttered "It's too hard"

He wanted to return, right now, yet something was pulling him to James and peace. He stared undecided over the ocean, waiting for inspiration.