Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling owns them.

Title: A Wynter's Tale

Warnings: Read at your own risk. It's mostly all slash.

Why did I do this again? A good portion of us at the Harem (the Kloset) were a bit sad that there weren't any more drabbles. Wynter, who is awesome, decided to start them up again (which is why this collection is named after her). All of the drabbles (one shots?) that are written by me were written during the course of Wynter's drabble-thon in July of the summer of 2011. Enjoy!


Hali wants Harry/Neville with sub!Harry.

"It looks nice from behind," Ron murmured as he poked Harry's back and rubbed it up and down to make sure that it wouldn't come off.

"It's not drawn on, Ron," Harry said with a roll of his eyes as he tried to move away from the poking fingers. "Please stop rubbing it," Harry grumbled moving aside and his cheeks flaming red. "Can you tell me what I am?"

Ron hummed and put his hand to his chin in thought. "It could be that you're a Nix or some sort of water sprite," Ron shrugged and sat back on his bed. "The patches aren't all that familiar so I don't actually know if you are or aren't a Nix."

Harry stared at himself in the mirror. His hands, feet, knees, elbows, and shoulders were covered in patches of brown, sometimes making patterns but ultimately just randomly splattered on those parts. It looked like he had gone too long in the sun and the freckles decided to all form into blobs over his skin. On the back was an intricately looking tattoo design, shaped somewhat like an oval but with sharper edges. His eyes had changed, too. His iris had stretched out and consumed his entire sclera so that only green and the dark pupil remained. Across his nose freckles had erupted; Ron had made fun of him for those. The only good thing that seemed to come out of the weird transformation so far had been his enhanced sense. He could hear, see, and feel so much better than he had previously.

"Maybe Charlie knows or Hagrid," Ron said with a shrug and one more poke to Harry's back.

-1-

"You look different," Hermione said as a greeting as she hugged Harry and stared at him. "I do like your robes, though. Green makes your eyes shine brighter," she grinned and stood back.

Harry raised a brow and stared at Ron who was looking at him sheepishly. "Congratulations on making head girl, Hermione," Harry said instead and Ron grinned proudly at her.

"Thanks, Harry," she said and hugged him again. "Speaking of, we should probably get to the compartment so that we can have the meeting," she turned to Ron and the boy groaned in displeasure.

"Ugh, they gave the prefect position to Fay Dunbar," Ron said in disgust and Hermione hit his arm in annoyance. "You don't understand, Hermione, she's the most annoying person on the planet."

"Ron, I share a dormitory with her," Hermione challenged and waved at Harry as she pushed Ron out of the compartment and towards the back of the train.

Harry was halfway down the page of a book on magical inheritance when the door to his compartment opened up. He looked up from the book and smiled brightly at the sight of Neville trying to shove his trunk into the compartment with one hand while holding a small plastic tank in the other

"Need some help?" Harry asked, putting aside his book and standing up from his seat. Neville grunted and handed over the plastic tank and shoved the trunk on the bench-seat opposite Harry.

"That didn't take long," Neville said as he wiped at his brow and arched his back to get the cricks out of it. "Morning, Harry," he said, still grinning widely and leaning over to plant a chaste kiss on Harry's lips.

"Morning, Nev," Harry greeted, sitting down and patting the seat beside his. "Why do you have a baby turtle?"

"Oh, Uncle Algie gave him to me as a birthday present," Neville hummed as he looked at the tiny turtle. "They're supposed to be good luck according to Gran."

"So, it's a magical baby turtle?" Harry asked with a frown as he hoisted the tank to eye level to look at the turtle.

"No, just a normal everyday turtle. There's no such thing as a magical turtle as far as I know," Neville shrugged and scooted closer to Harry. "You've got freckles across your nose," he stated and brushed his fingertips across Harry's nose and cheeks.

"Um, yeah. Magical inheritance," Harry said and leaned into Neville's touch. "That feels nice," he murmured and nearly dropped his head forward when Neville stopped touching his cheeks. "What?"

"Oh, you're a nix," he said looking down at Harry's fingertips and noticing the brown on them. Neville moved Harry's hair away from his ears and stared. "Huh, your ears didn't change."

"Nothing else is going to change, is it?" Harry asked as he leaned into Neville's touch like a starving animal. "I've had quite enough of this transformation business and Ron's taken quite the liberties in trying to figure out what I am. Always poking me and trying to see if things would come off if he rubbed them," Harry grumbled and rubbed his face against Neville's shoulder.

Neville's hold on Harry's ear shifted so that he grabbed the hair on his nape and moved his head upwards for a mind-shattering kiss. "I'll make sure to tell Ron to not take any liberties with you unless he wants to find poison ivy in his underwear," he grinned and kissed Harry a bit more thoroughly to get the point across.

"Hmm, give me a sec," Harry said and detangled Neville's fingers from his hair. He put the small turtle tank on the seat opposite them and waited patiently for Neville to continue what he had started. "Continue, then."

Neville laughed and reached for Harry once again.


The next one will be: Terry Boot/Harry, "You can't learn that from a book!"