Drabble Challenge 11-15

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11) Love

Draco Malfoy sat back with his hands clasped behind his head and surveyed his kingdom. He had used his fathers money to buy his way into a long established Quidditch Equipment Company and to everyone's surprise he had increased the brands popularity a 100 fold and sales had more than tripled. He had a penthouse office on Diagon alley above the flagship shop and a wife and child on the way. He congratulated himself on his genius, looking around he sighed a deep sigh of contentment.

"Merlin, I love my life" he said.

He thought on that statement a moment, slightly saddened that his life may be the only thing he did love, or ever had. He loved his parents though didn't he? Or did he fear and respect his father, and pity his mother? He was sure he loved Astoria, he wouldn't have married her if he didn't, would he? Certainly he was fond of her and had an almost overwhelming sexual attraction to her but love? Would he do anything for her? Lay down his own life for hers? Draco realised that no, he wouldn't, he was far too selfish. Crabbe and Goyle were his friends, but he didn't love them, he didn't even respect them, they were useful. Zabini was a friend true, they spent time together but Draco didn't think he would go as far to say that he loved him as a friend, he had respect for him but no affection.

The child waiting to be born was the only person that Draco thought about with any true affection. He wanted to hold the child, play with it, cuddle and croon to it. To help it grow into his image and take over here, in his business. Maybe Draco was incapable of love, he was yet to find out.

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12) Hate

"You ok?" Ron asked Harry as they sat side by side, drinking weak tea.

"Me?" Harry replied with a slight frown "I'm OK, what about you?"

"Yeah I'm OK" Ron replied, taking another sip of the tea "Merlin this is like toads piss"

"I know, do you think there's any fire whiskey around here?" Harry asked, looking around him.

"I don't think there's any left" Ron answered "Dad, George, Charlie and Bill got wasted last night and mum went mad, anything left she poured down the sink, said they were being irresponsible"

"I guess they needed to do it" Harry observed.

"So did I but Ginny and I are 'too young and precious' apparently" Ron shrugged "I dunno, I've never even been drunk before"

"Me neither" Harry replied "S'pose now's not really the best time to start either"

"Not really" Ron replied, looking at his feet before his face fell and tears welled in his eyes "I just hate that he's gone Harry" he said in a high pitched voice that strained with emotion "I hate how he died, I hate that he died, I hate that I couldn't do anything about it, I hate that George is…well everyone, is falling apart because Fred died" Ron bit his lip in an effort not to give in to the tears that hovered "And more than anything I hate the way he had that stupid smile of his on his face when he died, like he was enjoying himself or something!" Ron's voice got louder, angrier "I mean what kind of bloody idiot enjoys dying?" he demanded.

Harry gave him a small look of alarm that Ron mercifully missed and composed himself quickly, he put an arm awkwardly around Ron's shoulders "I'm sorry Ron" he said simply "I'm so sorry"

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13) Dancing

Neville Longbottom loved to dance, right from the day that Professor McGonagall had taught them ready for the ball after the tri wizard tournament. He had danced that night until his feet hurt.

He had continued to dance, at every opportunity, he had even joined a muggle dancing class when at home to improve his skills, he had danced many an evening away after long days as an auror at the ministry, with various partners, but his favourite was always Hannah, his beautiful Hannah. They had danced the first night they dated, and on each date after that. They had danced at their wedding, over and over sharing the music, feeling each other's rhythm, moving effortlessly together. They had danced as they discovered that they were to be parents for the first time, and for each pregnancy after. They danced on their wedding anniversaries, birthdays, Christmases and at every and any opportunity.

It had been a while since Neville had last danced, since Hannah passed away he no longer wanted to dance, his body felt heavy and ungainly and he had no heart for it now. As he closed his eyes for the last time with the image of his children and grandchildren around him he smiled as he saw Hannah, she held out a hand to him, wearing her best dress she led him to a dance floor and they danced again, not the elderly couple they had become in life but a timeless partnership that death could not destroy.

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14) Tears

Charlie Weasley listened from the lounge as kitchen equipment was slammed and banged around, doors and drawers slammed open and closed and the air turned fairly blue from the language emitted.

"Are you sure you don't want me to cook?" he asked over the din "You come and put your feet up?"

"No!" came the reply, sharp and to the point "I can manage…ow shit!"

Charlie jumped up and headed for the kitchen "What have you done?"

"Nothing just a little scald" Rosie replied in a strained voice "I'll be fine"

Charlie's face changed from one of mild amusement to shock as he saw the remains of a saucepan on what used to be the cooker, and the burn on his wife's arm that was far from a little scald.

"Rosie Merlin!" he exclaimed, swishing his wand over her arm with a cooling spell "That's not a scald, that's a burn, and what in heavens name have you done to the cooker?"

"It's fine I'll clear it up!" she trilled "Just a little mishap!" she tried to turn away from him but he was too quick, pulling her towards him she started to cry more, burying her face in his chest.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled "I just wanted to be a good wife, and a good mother and I can't even cook a meal without burning the house down!"

"Sssshhh" he soothed "You will be a fantastic mother, and you are the best wife a man could wish for"

"But I can't even cook!" she pulled back and looked him in the face, his jaw tightened with emotion as he saw how utterly devastated she looked "And I keep dropping everything and crying! I don't know what's wrong with me!"

He kissed her gently, stroking her hair "We'll go to mum's" he announced "We can eat there and she can give you some tips on cooking, if that's what you want, your hormones are all over the place at the moment that's all"

"But your mum will think that I'm a useless wife!" she moaned "Weasley wives need to be able to cook"

"Rosie" he sighed "She'll be so happy you've asked her for advice she won't care, and you don't have to have my dinner on the table and my slippers warming by the fire as soon as I walk in from work you know" he chuckled "I'd much rather there was nothing on the table and you warming in bed when I get in from work" he said with a cheeky grin, stroking her waist softly.

"I just want to be…." He cut her off with a kiss

"A good wife, I know" he finished "You are, you were last night, three times as I recall" he grinned again "I can live without fancy food, but I can't live without you"

"I love you" she said burying her face in his chest again, fresh tears spilling "Look I'm off again!" she sniffed.

He laughed kissing the top of her head "Come on, lets go make you forget all about those tears" as he lead her towards the bedroom.

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15) Party

Fleur Weasley was not happy with her husband, in fact she was immensely pissed off with her husband but absolutely powerless to do anything about it as he retched over the toilet bowl.

"I cannot believe you Bill!" she fumed "Getting in such a state at a child' birthday party!"

"Hhrrmph" was all she got as an answer, but not to be deterred she continued on.

"It is disgusting behaviour, to use your own daughters party to get slinking drunk with your brothers and throw up! Charlie and George do not have families to consider but you do!" she fumed.

Bill slumped against the wall, exhausted "M'shorry" he slurred, looking at her with half closed and fully crossed eyes "I love you, I love your Englishishms" he chuckled "It's stinking drunk schweetheart"

"Don't try and get around me with being sweet!" she raged "You are repoussant!"

"Whatsh that mean?" Bill looked more confused.

"Look it up when you sober up!" Fleur yelled "And you are sleeping on the couch until further notice, and YOU can clear up the mess from today in the morning, and you will then visit everyone – including your parents and mine – and apologise for your behaviour!" with that she turned on her heal and stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Bill rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes "Yes dear" he mumbled as he drifted into a drink induced stupor.