Prompts

"Would you two go away?" Percy huffed, slamming the door in the twins' faces. He shoved a chair under the doorknob, figuring that way they wouldn't be able to get using an unlocking spell.

"Finally, some peace and quiet," he said to himself, sitting down at his desk, prepared to finish the rest of his homework. Now that he was Head Boy, he had to work extra hard to maintain the standards expected of him.

Something exploded outside his door. The chair wobbled, then fell over. Fred and George burst into the room, singing as loud and as off-key as possible.

"You two are so annoying!" Percy screeched, attempting to shoo them away.

New Word: power

Severus stretched his arm out, staring at his brand new Dark Mark. It was still red, but he could feel the power coursing through his young veins.

'The Dark Lord...' he whispered to himself.

A small smile curved his thin lips, and he vowed to always follow the man.

Next Word: Hate

"Harry, if you had to choose who would you kiss? Snape or Malfoy?" Hermione asked innocently.

"What? How can you ask that? I hate Snape!"

Hermione turned around and shouted over her shoulder. "He's gay!"

Harry's eyes widened in horror as he heard the cheers of many slash writers. "I am not gay, Hermione!"

"It's too late to deny it now," Hermione said sweetly. "Don't worry, we won't think any less of you if you're in love with Malfoy." She turned and walked away, leaving Harry gaping.

-I was so proud of that, I posted it on fanfiction.net It's called Raise The Flag

Next word: bunny

"An' ta day I'll show ye one of the mos fascinatin creatures I've ever come across."
"Oh, great," Ron groaned, "I'm to scared to look. What is Hermione?"
Hermione smirked, "It's a giant spider."
"AHH AH AHH," Ron screamed at the top of his lungs flailing around like he was having a seizure and then opened his eyes and... stopped flailing, "It's a.. bunny, not a spider. Why Hermione you little," and then they took off in the flirt chase of the century.

New Word: indulge

Harry walked into his shared personal quarters, and searched for his lover.

'Severus, where the hell are y- Oh, there you are!' He walked into the living room, sitting beside Severus Snape on the couch. The man was leaning back with a glass of wine.

'What's the wine?' He asked.

'Very ancient elf made wine,' Severus replied softly. Harry cocked his head.

'Can I try some?'

Severus studied his face for a moment. 'I suppose we could indulge in it... Just this once.'

Harry grinned.

Next Word: Neither

Hermione pushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, angrily. Her friends really picked the wrong day to get on her case... "Are you two serious?!" She snapped looking from Harry to Ron, who stood across from her, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes, we are Hermione." Harry stated, grinning wider - if that was even possible.

"It's not our fault if neither of us fancy Tom like you do!" Ron chirped in and Hermione stood up sending a book sailing towards his head.

"I don't fancy Tom, Ronald!"

Next word: Ring

Tears slid down my face as I lay on the couch, staring ahead and yet unseeing.

How? When?

I remembered what he’d said; “For as long as I shall love thee, Hermione Granger, this ring shall shine.”

I’d checked the charm myself. It was true – the diamond would cloud over if he ever cheated on me.

Time continued to run by, faster and faster it seemed, but I felt like I was sliding backwards; into the past.

The smile on my face shone almost as brightly as the small diamond on my hand. I looked up into my newly-dubbed husband’s sparkling blue eyes. He grinned back, the corners of his mouth making the freckles on his cheeks shift.

How? How had it gone wrong?

“Oh, Ron!” I cried, throwing my arms around his neck, rendered speechless by such an uncommon, unprecedented show of romance from him.

How? How had I been so completely fooled by him?

The ring, the treacherous, stupid, bloody ring lay nestled in the rug, the diamond now as opaque as a tissue.

He’d be home soon. Assuming he didn’t stay the night at….

It didn’t matter.

I got up, sudden resolve singing in my veins.

No more, Ronald Weasley.

No more of your lies. No more of your stubborn temper. No more of your incessant disinterest in anything I had to say.

No more of you.

He’d had his second chance already. He’d left before, and now he’d left again.

Why had I forgiven him?

Things had been tough – all three of us had been hungry and scared. But he was the only one that’d left.

Shaking my head, I marched into the bedroom, choking back a sob when I saw the bed we shared.

Pulling out a suitcase, I packed my things. He could have the house – I didn’t want any part of it any longer.

It was my turn to leave.

I’d thought I loved him. The stars always seemed to glow brighter when I was with him.

I’d thought, together, we could accomplish anything.

Now, I realized that I’d been a fool.

Time went on, and none of our dreams came true, but that was alright; we were in love still, and that’s all that mattered.

Shaking my head again, I brushed away a few tears, resolving to put it into the past.

I didn’t need him, and I never had.

I picked up the ring carefully, as if it were a Dark Artifact, repulsive, vile, and dangerous. I paused in the kitchen, knowing that’s where he’d go first, and drew the pad of paper we used to leave each other notes to me.

I stared at it blankly for a moment, before writing a single word.

Goodbye.

If the dimwit didn’t understand, the ring resting on top of the paper should give him a clue.

No more chances.


(Wow that was long.)

New Word: tired

I shut my eyes, resting my head high up on his chest, the sound of our harsh breathing was the only sound in our room. My mind wrapped around that word.. It was our room. I should've realized it earlier but tonight, I let out a small giggle, sealed the deal. Shivering, I cuddled closer to Draco, his still-harsh breathing tickled my ear. I nestled my head on top of his chest, falling asleep.

New Word: Disgusting

"Ew, Ronald, that's disgusting," Lavender shrieked.

"So-wee, Lav," Ron mumbled through a mouthful of roast.

"Just keeps gettin better," Padma sighed, "Really Lav, you could have most any guy -"

"And I pick him."

New Word: supportive

I pulled away from his lips and he whimpered from the sudden interruption. I only pulled away from him because my two friends found us out.

"Harry! How could you kiss that git?" the Weasel screeched. Hermione shook her head at him and sighed.

"Can't you be a little bit more supportive, Ron?" she asked. Draco smirked and kissed me with a chaste kiss.

"Yeah, be more supportive, Weasel," he said. I sighed as the the two fought.

New Word: Enternal

A rustling under the covers broke the silence in the small bedroom shared by the two of us. I was already up, quite honestly, but she didn't need to know that. Not yet anyways.

A hand laced softly over my waist, as to not wake me up, and I shifted, moving ever so closer to my love. My Luna.

Another sound, interrupted the silence in the room, "I love you, Hermione Granger. For always and for ever, never shall anything break my eternal love for you." She whispered, placing a kiss on the back of my head, before turning around and going back to sleep.


New Word: Candy

Honeydukes was, quite possibly, the most colorful shop in Hogsmeade. It was certainly the noisiest and most crowded.

This was why the the duo chose to meet there. If anyone recognized them amongst the crowd (which was unlikely), they could blame that same crowd for forcing them into such close proximity. If anyone asked why they weren't fighting, they could blame the noise; who could hear insults over that racket? If anyone wondered why they were holding hands... well, surely that person was seeing things.

Hermione smiled as the crowd 'forced' her secret boyfriend closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear and sending a shiver down her spine.

"Want anything?" he rumbled, the words more felt than heard.

She turned to meet his silvery gaze, eyes darting around the store for anyone she recognized before returning to him. "Just you," she answered, giving him a quick kiss.


New word: Conspiracy

It was a conspiracy, it had to be. Harry glowered at the door that remained firmly locked despite the fact that he was glaring at it with such ferocity that he was sure it should have spontaneously combusted by now.

His scowl deepened when he heard the uneasy shuffle of feet behind him. A throat cleared and he steadfastly ignored it.

“You’re not seriously just going to sit there and ignore me for the next three hours?”

“It’s no less than you deserve,” he growled, shooting a glare over his shoulder before remembering he was trying to ignore the other.

“This wasn’t my idea.”

“Don’t you worry, Ron and Hermione are going to get it too.”

There was a heavy sigh and then he stiffened as a chin propped itself on his shoulder and arms snaked around his waist. Even in the dark, the pale skin glowed and Harry found himself hard pressed to ignore his co-prisoner of the locked cupboard. Beautiful was the only thought to run through his head. “I’m sorry I called you scrawny.”

“It was a terrible lie!”

A low hum that rumbled through his body at all points of contact caused him to sigh and melt into the arms behind him. “Can we kiss and make up now?”

“Draco…if you weren’t so damn pretty…”

“…pretty?”

New word: fur

Hermione picked up a expensive fur coat, studied it for a moment, then flung it aside. She continued to pick up several other coats, before flinging them aside to rest in a pile beside the first coat.

'Hermione?' Luna asked dreamily from her seat on the bed.

'What?' Hermione snapped. A frown appeared on Luna's usually serene face.

'Hermione, what is bothering you?' She asked, standing and walking over to the brown haired girl and wrapping her arm around her waist.

'None of these coats match my dress!' Hermione muttered, turning to face Luna. Luna smiled mysteriously.

'Hermione, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I love you, no matter what you wear.'

Hermione paused, then smiled, leaning forward and pressing her lips to Luna's in a soft kiss.

Next word: Unbelievable

He didn't believe it. It wasn't... it was just... no. It was completely wrong.

"You... you...." he stammered, unable to look away, but still not believing what his eyes were telling him. "But, what... you...."

"Is there an echo in here? What's wrong, Weasley? Has your last brain cell finally died?" Draco questioned nastily.

"Draco," Hermione reprimanded softly, causing the blond to subside. "Ron, please. I wanted to tell you, but this was exactly the kind of reaction that I wanted to avoid...."

"You..." Ron said again, staring.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I enjoy creating pottery and I am taking lessons from your muggle-born friend, yes. Now will you shut up and leave?"

Ron left, too shocked to even think a comeback.

New word: Shiny

Dragons were hoarders by nature. They hoarded their eggs, their young, and guarded their homes with the single minded-ferocity only they were capable of. Goblins used them to guard their gold and dragons willingly remained belowground (although over the years they’d grow testy and start to hate everything for keeping them cooped up in caves hardly large enough to stretch their wings).

Therefore, it wasn’t surprising when the Horntail female snarled and hissed and flailed as young Harry Potter tried to steal a golden egg nestled in with her own. Her eyes fixated on the rapid little figure, taunting her from a height just beyond her chained-down reach, and her wickedly spiked tail sent the rocky terrain of her enclosure crumbling into dust.

“I just want the stupid gold one, bloody dragon…”

She froze then rapidly coiled around her clutch, flames flickering in her jaws. The little human could speak? Eyes narrowed and she stretched her graceful neck, swanlike, to properly view the dark-furred two-legger. “You can speak?”

He stopped his rapid motions and she settled more comfortably, letting the serpent tongue slip smoothly over her tongue and around her fangs. It hadn’t been so long that she’d forgotten the language of her lesser cousins and she was pleased that she could still manage the softer decibel.

“Yes,” he responded slowly. She hummed a soft note she used to calm her hatchlings and he hovered closer warily. “I just want that gold egg; it isn’t one of yours.”

Not one of hers? She twisted to view her clutch with one eye. Her sight couldn’t take in details but it could differentiate textures. One of her eggs was, upon closer inspection, smoother than the others. She rumbled uneasily and closed her oft-unused second set of eyelids to see the details that gave her headaches and weren’t that important anyway.

The egg! She hissed in distaste and glowered at it. It was shiny! Her eggs weren’t shiny! The second eyelid snapped up and she nosed it out of her nest as quickly as possible. “Take your false-egg away, little human!” she snarled. Then, realizing that snapping at a human so small was like snapping at a helpless hatchling, she softened her tone. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Not a problem,” the human replied graciously. She rumbled her pleasure and curled about her eggs, ignoring the silence of the other humans about her. She rather liked this little human that spoke.

new word: pearlescent

My lips closed over hers once more, lingering there for only a moment before brushing over the soft skin of her cheek, trailing down to the side of her neck, and leaving a last kiss on her collar bone. Smiling innocently, I pulled away, my eyes wandering over her pearlescent-colored lips, slightly smudged because of my kisses.

"Why'd... why'd you stop..?" She whispered under her breath, the dream-like tone in her voice almost gone with anticipation of what was going to come slightly later.

I grinned at her response, kissing the corner of her lips once more. "I.." I stopped quickly, not knowing how to say what I really wanted to. "I love you, Luna.." I whispered, softly under my breath.

Next word: Detention

Detention stinks.
Really I know I've only had it a couple of times but a detention with Malfoy is so incredibly crual and evil that I can't believe it was Prof. McGanagall who thought of it.
And here he is now.
"Mudblood," he says by way of greeting, it's almost dull sounding now, more habit than insult.
"Inbred," the same lack of bite lingers in my voice.
We watch Prof. McGonangall leave back toward her office after telling us not kill eachother.
"Glad she's gone," he smiles and leans across the deask to softly kiss me.
"Me too," I hate hiding our relationship so much but he's worth it, "Me too."

New Word: wicked (in the way meaning cool)

Harry's eyes brightened considerably as they fell upon the new Nimbus 2001s, inside of the Quidditch Supply Store, in Diagon Alley. Grinning, he put his hand swiftly to his money bag, inside of his pocket. He did have a few extra galleons laying around.

A hand tapped him on the shoulder, breaking his thought process.

"Hey mate, aren't these brooms wicked?" Ron's voice pipped up, turning from looking at the brooms to his friend's face and Harry hid a scowl. He wouldn't buy that broom. ... Not in front of Ron, at least.


New Word: Test

(so I made it as if Harry was a genius at a young age....the result of reading Artemis Fowl again ><)

Harry didn‘t understand the premise of the paper put in front of him. The questions were boring and pointless. He felt his glasses slip down his nose and scowled darkly as he shoved them back into place. The questions continued to mock him and he sighed with all the gusto and disappointment only a 6 year old could muster.

“Do I have to do the test?” he asked his teacher, glancing up at her over his shoulder. She smiled at him, the kind of smile that she only used when she knew that he wasn’t going to like her explanation.

“Sweetling, you and I know that you can do these simple problems but the testers don’t know and they want to be sure you aren’t getting your cousin to do the work and then cheating on your tests.” Ms Janet Smith was friendly and cordial to everyone but she clearly favoured her dark-haired bespectacled pupil. She wasn’t particularly pretty but she had a wicked streak a mile long that he had picked up the day they met; it was the only reason Harry hadn’t driven her to insanity (that and he was fairly certain that she indulged him simply because she wanted to drive others to insanity).

Harry’s scowl deepened and he felt the peculiar prickling sensation of his art flickering beneath his skin. His art being the odd ability to make things do what he wanted with just a thought. “Why would I go through the trouble of cheating on my homework when only tests count towards my marks anyway? That doesn’t make any sense. Besides, a paper bag is smarter than Dudley.” A dark look flashed across his face. “Useful too.”

Ms Smith smiled her placating smile again. She was fighting back a smirk, he knew, and he turned an impressive glare on the standardized testers there to evaluate his intelligence for advanced placement. They were looking decidedly unnerved at his impressive adult vocabulary and that gave him a glimmer of satisfaction. “Alright,” he declared abruptly. “I’ll do the test.”

Even if only to watch their heads explode when they realized that Janet Smith wasn’t above switching the grade school tests to high school ones just to make her darling pupil happier about the whole testing business.

Next word: Serendipity

That'd he'd be here was sheer serendipity, and yet there he was. There was no way there was anythig Draco Malfoy actually needs in muggle London, so why then is he here?
"Excuse me do I know you?" I ask politely, unsure if it's really him but too curious to let it go.
"No, Granger, I don't believe you do," he's stopped at a fruit stand and is looking over some lemons, also he'ssmirking that bothersome smirk of his.
"Nice to see you too, Mal- um Draco," ever since he switched sides I've been trying to call him his name instead of his family's name.
"Which of these look better to you?" he asked suddenly holding up an apple and an orange.
"Well you really can't compare apples and oranges."
"Why not?"
And so there I was, fruit shopping with Draco Malfoy.

(Actually now that I'm going I think I might expand on this and go all one-shot with it)

New Word: Awesomeness

Giggling the three year old Ronald Weasley picked up the toy broom that his family, and I mean his whole family, pitched in to buy him for his birthday. "Awesomeness!" he managed to squeak out between his giggles. Mounting it, he swayed too far to the right, landing flat on his face, causing the twins to laugh hysterically towards him. His Mum raced to his side, gently helping him up and placing him back on the broom.

"Easy Ronald, dear. Don't want to get hurt.." She cooed softly ruffling his red hair.

"I is not Ronald!" He said angrily, his voice squeaking at the end of his name, trying to make it seem as if he was serious.

Percy raised an eyebrow at his youngest brother "Well then, Ronald, what is your name?"

"I is won! WON!"

"Okay then, Juan." Fred and George piped in, finally recovering from their laugh before.


New Word: Expand

"Does my butt look big in this?" I swear to Merlin every since I got pregnant every part of me is expanding!

"No Hermione, you look perfect, honestly... it's your baby shower and you're going to be late," Draco said from where he sat on the bed reading.

"Well it's not as if they can start without me," I grumbled quietly, he had the nerve to laugh at me.

New Word: hate (in a funny way, yep really)

'You left me.' It was a statment, not a question.

'I know, and I'm sorry.'

'I cried. I hardly ever ate. I missed you.'

'I know. I missed you, too.'

Severus stepped towards Harry, and the boy stepped backwards. Severus took another step, Harry moved further back, bumping into the wall. Severus took another step. Harry stared at him with wide eyes.

'I hate you.' He whispered. Severus knew what he meant. He meant: 'I'm scared,' so he took another step.

'I hate you,' Harry said louder, but Severus said nothing, taking more steps until he was right in front of him. 'I hate you...' The words drifted away, meaningless. Black, sorrowful orbs gazed down at scared, emerald ones.

'I love you,' Severus told him honestly, and their lips met.

((Okay, I know it wasn't in a funny way, but... Eh.))

Next word: Obsession.

He should stop this. It's been three weeks since Draco had been following Potter, who was trying very hard not to stay in place. Potter seems to be doing two things: running from the Death Eaters and looking for something. Draco was infinitely grateful when his uncle Severus taught him a permanent tracking charm, which he used without hesitation on Potter. He keeps reminding himself that it's not an obsession and that he was not stalking Harry or anything like that.

Why was he following the Golden Boy? Because he'd been banished from the Death Eater's circle because of his parents failure. And since his escape, he didn't favor any other choice than to follow Potter and, as much as he loathed doing it, help him with...whatever he's doing. He tried at least a dozen times to approach Potter while he along with Granger were setting up the dissillusionment and anti-detection spells, but he stopped himself at the last moment, and cursed himself afterwards.

Next word: Vinegar