Challenge Fourteen: Half-Blood Prince
The Real Reason Why
Wizard/Witch: Regulus Black/Lilith Zabini
Prompt: 5. R.A.B.
“Regulus Arcturus Black,” Lilith snapped, hands on hips as she stood in front of her husband, obviously extremely angry, if her flashing black eyes were any indication.
“No excuses. I know what you’re doing. I know what you and those men do when you go out at night.”
“I can explain, star.” His voice was pleading as he used his favourite endearment. He reached for her hand, but she jerked it away.
“Non, Regulus! I did not marry a killer! And I will not stay married to one!”
Regulus signed the note R.A.B. with a flourish a week later.
A Lesson in Manners
Wizard/Witch: Blaise Zabini/Ginevra Weasley
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/R, for language
Prompt: 30. Slug Club
“Sod off, Zabini,” Ginny snapped.
“The polite response is ‘Good evening.’”
“Sod off, Zabini.”
“I’m fine, thank you, Ginevra. And yourself? Enjoying the Slug Club party?” he continued.
“What part of ‘sod off, Zabini’ do you not understand?”
“Why, thank you. You look lovely as well.”
Her freckled cheeks were delightfully flushed, her temper in high form. “Go to hell.”
He sighed. “Only if you walk in front of me,” he said, leaning over to brush his lips across hers before disappearing into the crowd before she could hex him.
“Bloody git,” she muttered, but her lips still tingled.
Wizard/Witch: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Prompt: 44. valerian root
“No, no, Harry, that’s not how you slice it!”
Hermione came up behind him and put her hand over his. “You want to slice it like this,” she said, guiding his knife and his hands into the correct stroke to cut the valerian root. “It’s more potent this way.”
She couldn’t fail to notice his deeper voice when he spoke. “Thanks, Mione,” he said.
She snatched her hand back, suddenly incredibly aware that she had still been touching him. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a little ‘o’ for a moment before she bustled off, obviously flustered and confused.
What About Us?
Wizard/Witch: Ronald Weasley/Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley/Lavender Brown
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/R for language.
Prompt: 59. Langlock
“Langlock!” While Ronald Weasley had gotten faster with a wand during their time in the DA, he would never be able to beat Hermione on the draw.
Especially an incredibly upset, pissed off Hermione.
Who still had her wand pointed at him.
All he could do was look at her pleadingly, trying to convey his explanation for why he had been holding Lavender’s hand in a deserted hallway through his blue orbs into her head.
Apparently, he sucked just as much at telepathy as he did shielding spells.
“I can’t believe you went back with her! We…what about us?”
War Time Secrets
Wizard/Witch: Hector Dawlish/Hestia Jones, Remus Lupin
Prompt: 53. Auror
Hestia’s whispered conversation with Remus ended at the sound of footsteps. “It was nice seeing you again, Remus,” she said more loudly.
Remus smiled and took his leave. Hestia smiled up at Hector as he put a possessive arm around her waist. “What did he want?” the Auror asked darkly.
“I just ran into him. Our mothers were friends, remember? We grew up together.”
He looked down into the honest, rosy-cheeked face of his girlfriend. “Of course,” he sighed, relaxing. Sometimes he didn’t know who to trust.
Hestia tucked away the guilt she felt; Hector would never understand Order business.
Schedule Me In
Wizard/Witch: Percy Weasley/unknown secretarial witch
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/R for sexual inference
Prompt: 55. dragon-hide briefcase
Percy breezes into the office, setting his dragon-hide briefcase flat on his desk. “So what is the schedule for today?” he asks, turning to look at his secretary, only to have her insinuate herself between him and the desk, on top of his briefcase.
“Well,” she practically purrs. His mouth goes dry. “Meeting with Umbridge at nine o’clock, press meeting at eleven, personal interview with Skeeter at one…”
He groans. “What a horrid day.”
“Oh yes, I forgot, sex with your secretary girlfriend at eight,” she says naughtily, sliding off the desk onto his lap.
“Okay, maybe not so horrid.”
Miss Minnie Mac
Wizard/Witch: Tom Riddle/Minerva McGonagall
Prompt: 21. Orphanage
How he stood this…place, Minerva didn’t know. Keeping her elbows close to her body, looking stiff and wooden, and a little disdainful, she tried to touch nothing unnecessary.
Miss Minnie Mac, Mac, Mac, all dressed in black, black, black…
She twitched. She loathed that chant and how the children always adjusted it with her name.
“Tom, are you done yet?”
Her beau appeared satchel over his shoulder. “Finished, thank Merlin.” His dark gaze held nothing but loathing for the orphanage he’d grown up in.
She tilted her head up and kissed his cheek.
… and they never came back, back, back…