Ratings/Warnings: 1st-2nd years, none
Word Count: 498
It was a baking hot summer’s day, and Aunt Petunia had ordered Dudley and Harry out of the house so she could give it a thorough clean. Dudley had walked off with several of his friends, laughing all the while at Harry, because he had nobody to play with.
‘See you later, Harry-no-friends!’ he had called over his shoulder before disappearing.
Dudley was right; Harry didn’t have any friends. He didn’t have anyone to go and play with. He was just Harry, all alone. He walked along the street, and turned into a cul-de-sac, where there was a playground.
He was walking along, dragging his feet along the ground and not paying much attention to anything, when, suddenly, someone spoke to him.
‘I know who you are.’
Harry looked up. The speaker was a girl about his age. She was sitting on one of the swings, watching him. Harry didn’t know what to say; people didn’t usually start speaking to him like that. He looked at her.
‘You’re Harry Potter.’
‘Yes,’ Harry said, not knowing what else to say.
‘You’re Dudley Dursley’s cousin. I don’t like Dudley,’ the girl said. ‘He’s nasty to people. He hit my brother.’
Harry didn’t know what to say to this, either. ‘What’s your name?’ he asked, finally.
‘Lucy Evans,’ the girl said. ‘Do you want to be my friend?’
Harry was rather taken aback by this question, but he smiled.
‘Yes,’ he said. Finally, he would have someone to play with, like Dudley.
‘I can whistle, you know,’ Lucy said, jumping off her swing. ‘You know how to whistle, don’t you, Harry?’
Harry shook his head.
‘You just put your lips together and... blow.’
She blew, and made a high-pitched whistling noise, before looking up at him and grinning.
‘Come on, I’ll teach you!’ she said, sitting down on the asphalt floor of the playground. Harry sat down next to her, and tried to copy what she’d done, but all he managed to produce was a rather wet raspberry. Lucy burst out laughing.
‘No, no!’ she shrieked. ‘It’s like this!’ She did it again, making sure he was watching carefully.
‘Ha! Look at this!’ Harry sat up suddenly. It was Dudley. ‘Harry’s got himself a girlfriend!’
Harry blushed to the roots of his hair. ‘Have not!’ he shouted.
‘Look, It’s Lucy lavatory-head!’ Dudley said, spotting Lucy. ‘Your brother’s a sissy! He cried all night when we hit him!’
‘He did not!’ Lucy shouted. She clenched her fists tightly, but seemed too scared to approach Dudley.
Dudley sniggered, and walked towards them, a menacing look on his face. ‘Go away, and don’t talk to Harry again,’ he said threateningly. ‘Or I’ll hit you, too!’
Lucy trembled. Dudley was a lot bigger than she was, and she didn’t want to get hurt.
‘I’m sorry, Harry,’ she said sadly, turning to him. ‘I can’t be friends with you anymore.’ She cast one last, frightened look at Dudley, before running off.
Harry was alone once more.
Title: Cho the Magician
Quote used - A,B, or C: A
Word Count: 399 without the quote
Author's Note: Cho did end up married to a Muggle, after all.
Title: The Idea of Being in LoveWith my view so limited by the box in my arms, it isn’t a surprise to me that I didn’t see the dark haired girl walking down the hallway until I ran into her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said, bending over at once to help me gather my scattered belongings.
“No, no, it was my fault, I’m sorry,” I began and then, catching sight of her face, I paused, searching my memory. Where had I seen her before?
“Cho?” I asked, finally identifying my childhood friend in her pretty face. She looked up, surprised.
“Steven!” she said, recognition dawning. She smiled and, tucking the last CD case into the box in my arms, she stood.
“Well, I go by Steve now,” I said, laughing, and stood up too.
“You're moving in?”
“Yeah.” I nodded in the direction of the door to my new apartment.
“I guess we’re neighbors again. I’m just there.” She pointed at the door three down from mine.
“Great!” There was a moment of silence. I shifted the box in my arms. “Well, I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah,” she said, blushing. “See you.”
I turned, walked down the hallway to my door and tried to turn the handle.
It was locked.
I swore. I was certain I had left the door open a crack. Setting my box on the floor, I felt my pockets and groaned. The key was inside the apartment.
I turned to find Cho watching my curiously from her doorway.
“I, er, think I locked myself out.”
She laughed and came over to examine my door.
“Sometimes they stick,” she explained. After several minutes of jiggling the handle, the door had still not given way. Resigned, I turned to find the building manager. Behind me, I heard Cho mutter under her breath. Apparently she was becoming frustrated as well. But then –
“There you go!” she said, proudly. I turned to see my door swing open under her hand.
“Magic,” she said, and winked. I laughed.
“Well, thank you.”
“What else are neighbors for?” she said, grinning. “If you ever need my help, just whistle and I’ll be right over. You know how to whistle, don’t you Steve?”
I was taken aback. Of course I knew how to whistle. But before I could say so, she continued, “You just put your lips together,” she demonstrated, puckering her lips, “ and… blow.”
And then she walked away, leaving me standing, bemused, in the hallway.
Ratings/Warnings: 1st-2nd years/none
Quote used: B
Word Count: 382
Author's Note: I failed to leave rarepairs week behind, I think!
Susan Bones leant back against the tree behind her and dug her fingers into the soft, damp earth. She stretched her legs out in front of her and squinted against the sun as she tilted her head to look up at the man standing over her. It was always this way: her making herself comfortable wherever they were but Theodore awkward and wary.
"This is a very strange love affair," she said.
"Why?" Theodore sat beside her, but he didn't look comfortable; he looked primed to bolt at any moment.
"Maybe the fact that you don't love me."
Theodore stared at her for a long moment and then lifted his fingers to trail down her cheek. "I do love you," he said as she shook off his touch.
Susan gave a sad, little sigh. "No, you think you do, but it's not the same thing. I think you've been alone too long. You're in love with the idea of being in love."
Something flashed in Theodore's eyes. "Just because I don't fit into your pretty, little Hufflepuff notions of romance ..." His voice was cold and hard, shutting her out, and without him knowing, proving her point. Yet, he was quiet; the words were hissed at her, not making a scene because it all came down to appearances in the end. Sometimes she felt like that was all their relationship was: a play staged for the outside world.
"It's not about romance. I couldn't care less for candles and rose petals, but you don't know me - not in the ways that matter. We're too different."
Theodore went to clutch her hand, but she pulled it away and his fingers dug angrily into his palms instead, leaving stark red crescents. "But I'd do anything for you!"
"That's not love: it's obsession, and that's dangerous. I'm sorry, Theodore." Susan started to stand.
"Sorry? What for? What do you mean? I don't understand."
Susan stared down at him. He looked like a scared, little boy, hugging his knees in the long grass. A wave of pity washed through her, but pity wasn't enough this time to make her stay.
"No, you don't, do you. Goodbye, Theodore. I hope you find some peace one day." Susan turned and walked away. She didn't look back or make any move to wipe away the tears that blurred her sight and burnt her cheeks.
Ratings/Warnings: 3rd-5th years; sexual situations; adultery implied.
Quote used B
Word Count: 388
‘This is a very strange love affair.’
Ginny frowned, pausing as she reached for the coffee pot, leaving her hand suspended over it. ‘Why?’ she asked in a careful tone, turning to look at him.
He brushed some stray blond hairs from his eyes, and then stood up. He took a step towards her, shrugging before kissing her. ’Maybe the fact that you don't love me. I’m right, aren’t I?’ He asked the question quickly -- too quickly for Ginny to be comfortable.
She stepped out of the circle his arms enclosed her in, still frowning at him. ‘I thought…’ She took a deep breath, studying his face closely as she continued. ‘I thought we were on the same page. I thought we both realised that there is no question of love between us.’
Draco flinched, his expression turning cold and hard though his eyes still radiated warmth. ‘I don’t love you, Gin,’ he snapped, on the defensive. ‘I was just commenting on the irony of… well…’
She turned around and poured the mug of coffee. ‘Good.’ There was a beat of silence. ‘And don’t call me that.’
‘”Gin“. It’s always “Gin“. I hate it when you call me that.’
‘You’ve never said anything to me about it before!’
‘Well, I am now.’
‘Fine,’ he spat.
Ginny took a sip of her coffee, breathing in the bitter fumes deeply. She pulled them into her, then exhaled. Draco sat down in the chair, back straight. They drank their drinks in silence for a few minutes, each studying the other, each aware of the other studying them. She noted, for the hundredth time, the battle scar on his cheekbone. She didn’t like the reminder of all he had done in the past, and quickly looked elsewhere.
Draco broke the quiet, his voice uncharacteristically soft, but like a bullet in the atmosphere.
‘What would you say if I did love you?’
‘Nothing. Because you don’t. That’s absurd.’ She laughed harshly. Her stomach dropped. She set her coffee on the counter carefully. Draco noted that she had gone very white suddenly.
‘I love Harry; you love Astoria,’ she continued defiantly.
Draco laughed now. He put his coffee down, too, and stepped towards Ginny, first embracing her, and then kissing her. He whispered the words in her ear, sending a chill down her spine: ‘If we love them, then why are we doing this?’
She had no answer.