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[elliemarchetti]

Lost See Lost

A Dramione drabble for @liquidluckdrabblechallenge's prompt #60

Plot: Hermione breaks up with Ron after yet another accident caused by his career as an Auror and shares a cigarette with an old acquaintance.

Words: 435

Hermione knew what the look in his eyes meant. He was begging her to contradict him, to run into his arms and kiss him as she had done when they realized they had survived the war. But Hermione couldn’t, because she wasn’t the same person anymore. Years had passed, she had a career, and so did he, careers that hardly hallowed them to see each other and drained their time and patience.

Ron too must’ve seen in her eyes what was going through her head. He must’ve understood that in front of him there was no longer the reckless little girl who had abandoned everything to be by his and Harry’s side, but a woman who in the rough, fast and unfair days at the Ministry had no one else to rely on but herself. He must’ve known they were held together by a paper clasp, drenched in moments from a past that wasn’t going to come back.

 “When I’m not around, do you even miss me?” he asked, but he already knew the answer, and wasn’t surprised when she left the keys to his Diagon Alley’s apartment on the plastic table and mouthed him a soundless goodbye.

She walked through the white corridors quickly, allowing herself to really breathe only when she came out at the back, into a dirty side road that reminded her much more of Muggle London than the magical one. From the right pocket of her large coat she took out a pack of cigarettes and once she had lit one, she leaned with her back against the hospital wall as if seeking for support.

“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you it’s bad for your health,” said a voice she hadn’t heard in years, the tone different but the timbre still the same. Draco Malfoy hadn’t changed much: same pointy features, same eyes too light to not tighten her stomach when he looked at her with the same intensity with which he was doing it now, and same porcelain skin; the ghost of dark circles made him seem older, and perhaps his cheeks were a bit hollower than before, but he still wore his platinum blonde hair slicked back, and his tapered hands still gripped his wand in the same way.

He lit a cigarette too.

“What a Muggle vice,” she commented, returning her attention to the bricks of the opposite building.

“One day we’ll regret it, but for now we do what we can,” he replied, and Hermione wondered if he was still referring to smoking and she had just imagined the implications hanging in the air.

[liquidluckdrabblechallenge]

✨ Liquid Luck Drabble & Art Challenge | Prompt 61 ✨

Hi!

Open to all ratings and all Harry Potter pairings. This includes Rare Pairs, Next Gen, Cross Gen and characters from connected canon such as The Cursed Child and Fantastic Beasts. Works with no pairings are welcome too!

Our new prompt is : Flash

For this prompt the optional set word count is : 186 - 231 Words For this prompt the optional set deadline is : 11 April 2024

As always, there is no minimum word count for a drabble and no strict maximum word count. All forms of art are welcome!

If you want to, you can also write a drabble or create art for one of our previous prompts. Part 1 | Part 2

Here is the Challenge Collection on AO3 to which you can add your work.

For more info & guidelines, see this post.

Have fun! 💖

PS. If you’d like to submit a prompt for this challenge, you can do so either by sending a message or ask. More info about this here.

[goddess47]

For @liquidluckdrabblechallenge - the July "Never Have I Ever" challenge -- a pairing I've never written, and the prompt Time Turner.

[mundrakan]

Liquid Luck Drabble Challenge

With the deadline for the current prompt looming it wasn't easy to come up with something interesting. Have some Molly and Charlie bonding :)

@liquidluckdrabblechallenge

[hp-poetry-fest]

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[perceptual-prompts]

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Happy creating!

[lemongrass77777-moved]

Liquid Luck Roll The Dice Challenge 2023(prompts: Countryside/Love Confession/Lemon)

Moodboard for @liquidluckdrabblechallenge of Drastoria

[vivantesopales]

A flash of teal, it’s the hair tie on his wrist when he waves to the crowd.

I shuffle down the stepped seating around the rink, watching him, torn between a heady longing and my own reluctance to act on it. Unsure if he’d be more him in the dead ends of my dreaming, than here, five long years sprawled between us like an uncharted archipelago.

There are, of course, things that haven’t changed. The heavy buzz in the air when it’s him on ice. The sharp, fluent way he executes his sequence. Dark gaze finding me in the crowd when his song drifts to a close; his sly wink through the rain of soft toys.

Even then, I don’t reckon I’ll be able to deal with the disappointment that’s likely going to come sooner or later. Or, worse, what if he finds me disappointing? What if I’ve become someone unrecognisable, someone he’d rather forget?

He’s on his way out to kiss and cry. Just before he reaches the entrance, he lingers, leaning in, velvet-gloved fingers brushing against the back of my hand.

“Here. It’s your turn to have this,” his voice is barely a murmur as he slips the hair tie up my wrist, our good luck charm, a childish little ritual he shouldn’t have remembered. That firefly-kiss of teal against my skin, then his, then mine again. All the way to the finals. And it’s so unlike him, I think dazedly, the Tom I knew didn’t look back.

“Right. Thanks.” I glance up, suddenly filled with the self-conscious urge to try and pat my hair down. “Oh erm, my program was the first up actually.”

“I’m aware – hard not to, when your fan club out there’s been replaying a close-up shot of you doing your thing for hours.”

“Everyone’s in my fan club according to you.” I huff a laugh, relaxing a little. “The videographers have no choice but to succumb to my charms, natch.”

He smiles his infuriating, angelic smile at that. “Mmh, good thing you only have eyes for one.”

“Is that so?” I play along. Already, everything feels easy, soft, like the first snow of the season. It’s almost as if I’ve never left. “Really, I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“Oh, Harry.” He laughs, condescending. “Good luck figuring that out, then. I trust it won’t take long.”

Looking unbearably smug, he hooks his finger into the hair tie, making it slap against my wrist. “Either way, do tell me all about it tonight.”

05.12.22 – @liquidluckdrabblechallenge: winter sports, teal, nervous

[elliemarchetti]

Pumpkin Pastries

A late Fremione drabble for @liquidluckdrabblechallenge's prompt #55

Plot: Hermione is sad after her break-up with Krum, Fred delivers her favourite sweets to cheer her up.

Words: 530

Since Hermione had arrived at Grimmauld Place, Fred had yet to see her smile. Ron had told him not to worry about it, that it must’ve been girls' problems, but Ginny had mentioned a break-up between her and Viktor, and although it was Hermione herself who had made the decision, it was clear that she suffered from it.

“She called it a practical choice,” was all his sister let out after a long interrogation, whatever that meant.

So, Fred had made it his mission to make Hermione laugh, and with George’s help he had managed to get a loud snort, an eye roll and a smirk tinged with sadness.

“Maybe she just needs to be consoled,” his twin had suggested, after their last failed attempt to cheer her up, and he was probably right, but there was no way to do it without touching on the subject he wasn’t supposed to know about.

The perfect opportunity to dive deeper in what she needed came after one of their countless tense dinners, during which his mother and Sirius kept bickering about what was best for Harry, for the Order and for everyone else inside those damned dark walls. The owner of the house had stormed out before he could finish what was on his plate, probably to bring some dead mice to Buckbeak, while the Weasleys sealed themselves in their shared bedroom, prompting the other diners to scatter around the house. The only one who hadn’t left was Hermione, who was still glued to her seat looking at an undefined spot on the floor.

“You don’t seem to like it here very much,” Fred ventured, hoping to get her attention.

Predictably, Hermione flinched at the sound of his voice, but she recovered quickly and put back on the demure mask she sported for weeks now.

“There’s just a lot more people than I’m used to,” she replied, getting up to help him clear the table.

“We could go out for a while,” Fred ventured. “There’s a park nearby.”

“Your mother will never give us permission,” she murmured, before heading towards the kitchen.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked, wondering if falling in love was worth it, if suffering was all it came from it.

“Unless you know the secret recipe of Madam Puddifoot’s pumpkin pastries, I’m afraid not,” she tried to joke, but the words came out more depressing than she intended.

A small golden tray, dressed in the typical pink wrapping of the Hogsmeade tea shop and secured with an enormous light blue bow, appeared on her bedside table the following evening, accompanied by a note, written in Fred's unmistakable awkward handwriting.

Whatever you want, just ask.

Hermione didn't know if it was the scent of her favourite sweets that tickled her nostrils, or the idea of ​​Fred breaking all the rules Mrs. Weasley had laid down since they arrived at Grimmauld Place just because she had a specific craving, but for the first time since she had ended things with Viktor, a sincere smile opened on her face, and the light of a new beginning seemed to reach her even in that gloomy house.

[liquidluckdrabblechallenge]

✨ Liquid Luck Drabble & Art Challenge | Prompt 60 ✨

Hi!

Open to all ratings and all Harry Potter pairings. This includes Rare Pairs, Next Gen, Cross Gen and characters from connected canon such as The Cursed Child and Fantastic Beasts. Works with no pairings are welcome too!

For our new prompt we have song lyrics : “When I'm not around, do you even miss me?”

For lyric prompts you are free to use either just the provided part of the lyrics, or you can choose to use the song the lyrics came from as the prompt.

For this prompt the optional set word count is : 392 - 447 Words For this prompt the optional set deadline is : 30 March 2024

As always, there is no minimum word count for a drabble and no strict maximum word count. All forms of art are welcome!

If you want to, you can also write a drabble or create art for one of our previous prompts. Part 1 | Part 2

Here is the Challenge Collection on AO3 to which you can add your work.

For more info & guidelines, see this post.

Have fun! 💖

🎵  Listen to Bleachers - Self Respect on Spotify | Youtube 🎵

PS. If you’d like to submit a prompt for this challenge, you can do so either by sending a message or ask. More info about this here.

[goddess47]

For @liquidluckdrabblechallenge prompt #66 - Vincent van Gogh's "At Eternity's Gate"

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

All I want for Christmas is ANGST

Lupin's lot in life, assigned to him by a cretin called Greyback, has ensured he will never experience lasting joy. He’s been afforded glimpses of it, sometimes fooling him into thinking it will be permanent, but the happiness slips away.

It’s fickle and never belonged to him in the first place.

…

This is an angsty glimpse of Remus Lupin's holidays, set during the Half-Blood Prince.

Written for the @liquidluckdrabblechallenge. Prompts: New Year's Day, burgundy, and restless.

CW: bodily fluids, drinking, passive suicidal ideation

[hp-poetry-fest]

Roundup and beyond

Thank you to everyone who submitted their amazing works to poetry fest in April! The roundup of the April works is here.

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Creating:

You can still create for any of the prompts (more than one is allowed) that were submitted for the fest in this spreadsheet, without the need to claim.

The claiming form is now closed as it is free and easy creating.

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[lee-bella]

Written for @weasleyjumpers 31 Days of Weasley (Day 30: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes). Also for @liquidluckdrabblechallenge Prompt 49.

Title: Lethobenthos Author: Belladonna Lee Fandom: Harry Potter Pairings: George Weasley/Draco Malfoy Rating: Mature Word Count: 4,600 Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter and its characters are not mine. Content Tags: Secret Relationship, Mild Sexual Content, Strong Language, Post-Hogwarts, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Summary: "Want to meet?" Every time Draco is convinced that he would never cross path with George Weasley again, the man would send him a note out of the blue.

[yomarius]

Away with you

Short fic for the Liquid Luck Roll The Dice Challenge - Winter Edition by @liquidluckdrabblechallenge Prompt: Winter woods Wordcount: 506

"It felt like a dream: the cold breeze at his face yet his heart warm next to a person he loved."

Read below:

Draco stepped out of the train and then started looking for Harry. They had planned this trip for many weeks but their schedules couldn't get to match until this week, when Harry’s boss decided to close the store because his boyfriend had broken up with him and was “just too sad to sell records”. It worked out great because it was also Draco’s weekend off, so he had taken the first train to Harry’s home. After looking around the station for a few minutes, he finally spotted the signature Potter wild hair.

“Hi” Harry called while beaming at him.

Draco started to tell everything about his ride while Harry guided them towards the exit. He sat next to this girl who couldn’t stop talking about this new Scottish band. Harry had listened to them, so he offered to take Draco to see them live.

“Are you Harry Potter asking me on a second day, even though we haven't even started the first one yet? '' Draco asked with a snarl. “You are indeed a brave man”.

Draco was planning to keep on teasing Harry when he realized that they had stopped in front of a motorbike, “Harry what's that?”

“A mean of transportation? It’s actually our mean of transportation”

 Draco Malfoy would definitely not get in a bike with Potter, but then he realized he was no longer that Malfoy. Going on a motorbike with Harry was something he was willing to do, even though it seemed a bit too dangerous, the prospect of a date in the woods with the boy he had fallen in love outgrow everything else.

“Look, I even bought a helmet,'' It was violet and with a white dragon on the side. Draco couldn't help but put it on, it was ridiculous and sweet, just like Harry.

They drove with Harry at the front and Draco at the back with his arms tightly secured at Harry’s waist.

The view was beautiful, the city was quickly left behind and replaced by huge landfills and centuries-old trees. It felt like a dream: the cold breeze at his face yet his heart warm next to a person he loved.

…

They walked for hours, last weekend had snowed and the view was simply impressive. The trees stand tall and bright, full of snow. They spent the whole hike with their eyes full of nature’s beauty and each other's smiles.

They sat by the riverbank to eat before going back home. After they clean and back up, Harry takes Draco’s wrist and then his hands. With their fingers intertwined, Harry meant to, but Draco was the one who closed the space between both. The kiss was sweet and soft, Draco moved apart a few seconds and Harry spotted a shy smile that just made him go back to kiss him. “I love you”. No other words were said and just like that their friendship had become a different kind of love.

…

They went back to the motorbike and drove home with the stars above them.

[vivantesopales]

motive

tomarry, M, ≈ 600, dubcon footsies but no one gets to come, implied future power dynamics

Since the storm front hit, all means of transport had been declared unsafe in the mountains. "... downed power lines ... disturbance in ambient magic ... heavy snowfall ...," droned the gloomy weather witch, day after day.

Unable to Floo, unable to Apparate, we were stuck with the canned beans and shitty coffee he stoically called breakfast; snowed-in, stuck with boredom. Sweeping, impetuous, neverending boredom, forecast indefinitely for the safe house.

And he was, so very unfortunately, stuck with me.

Warily, he squinted at me when I settled down beside him, my legs drawn up onto the sofa, socked feet pressed against his thigh. I could feel his body heat radiating through the fabric of his joggers, and his muscles bunching up, locked in a prolonged freeze response.

It was adorable how he thought a survival strategy for bear attacks could possibly stop me from teasing him, the way he sat unnaturally still with his hands folded nicely upon his lap, two spots of colour high on his cheeks.

"Are you not feeling well?" I feigned concern, peering at him from behind the pages of an astronomical almanac, the arch of my foot pushed slyly towards his hip. "You're running a temperature."

"I'll be fine if you keep your toes to yourself," he mumbled vaguely, pink-eared, but did nothing to move away. I noticed, surely there was plenty of space for him to do so.

He was either a compulsive liar or got off on playing hard to get. It didn't matter which. I’d figured out his rules; all that was left to do was winning his game.

"Why act like you've got everything to lose? I’m practically harmless,” I told him, dropping my other heel between his thighs.

He glared at me in answer, and yet I felt him squeezing his legs tight in what was a coy but unmistakable manner; felt the curve in the seam of his crotch brush just so against my foot.

Hurriedly, he scooted away. Not with a lot of conviction and soon interrupted by the lightest pressure on his clothed cock. A tilt of my ankle; the ball of my foot slowly rolled forward, and up. His awkward throat-clear caught in his chest, and instead of taking its intended, polite shape, became drawn out and breathy.

“What was that?”

“What was what.” He scowled, furiously blushing.

“Why don’t you tell me?” I suggested in a business-light tone, glanced down at the hardening outline of him. “Just use your words. Tell me everything, starting from your filthiest fantasy, tell me exactly how you’d like me to make you co—”

“I don’t know! I—” he broke off, closing his fingers around little violet sparks of magic as he rocked up, haltingly, for friction. “I want … I wanted you dead, Riddle, you sick, murdering fuck.”

“That I am,” I honeyed; kept the suggestive press of my foot in rhythm until his mouth fell open on a low groan, his core tight, a small shudder entering his body like a leakage current, “amongst other things. I’m rather good at this, aren’t I?”

He stared at me, unfocused, baffled, protesting with a quiet noise and a frown when I simply ... stopped. I began removing myself from him neatly, from the sofa – oh his face – then, smilingly, made to exit the sitting room.

“What the hell!” He scrambled to his feet, all mussed-up hair and sweet, sweet desperation. “You can’t just ... the fuck was that for?”

“Your mixed signals bore me, Auror Potter,” I said casually, “and I’ve changed my mind. I’m afraid you'll just have to beg for it so nicely, from now on.”

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22.11.22 – @liquidluckdrabblechallenge: snowstorm, violet, shy