#hp microfic

[florenceuentin]

April 15: Drawbridge- He’s my boyfriend, you idiot!

Word count: 253

@wolfstarmicrofic

Remus looks at the Black Castle towering over him. It’s after curfew and the drawbridge is up.

He clears his throat.

“Oh, the mighty, powerful, talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular Lord Black,” Remus deadpans. “Will you be so benevolent and let a humble commoner like me enter your kingdom of greatness?”

The soldier with messy black hair and round spectacles stares at him from the balcony unimpressed.

“I traveled a thousand miles just to witness your magnificence,” Remus continues. “Please show me some mercy! My only family member is dying. And their last wish is to meet-”

“Remus?” Sirius appears on the balcony in his fluffy blue bathrobe. Remus could’ve sworn Sirius was drooling from the tiny white trail next to the corner of his mouth. “What are you doing here in front of the gate?”

“Your men won’t let me in.” Remus accuses.

“It’s my holy duty to guard the kingdom!” The messy-black-hair guard insists. “Thousands of people depend on me to have a good night's sleep! I am touched, honored, and beyond grateful for the opportunity of a lifetime- ”

Sirius swats the back of the guard’s head, “He’s my boyfriend, you idiot. Lower the bridge now.”

When Remus enters the castle, Sirius is grinning widely at him.

“So, your family member is dying to see me, huh?” He smirks.

Remus rolls his eyes.

“I was running out of things to say. Also,” He pulls his gift for Sirius- a small cactus- out of his jacket. “Our baby is indeed dying.”

(forgive me for the Lady Gaga cameo

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #sirius black/remus lupin #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstarmicrofic #hp microfic #harry potter

[takearisk-xo]

written for the @ladiesofhpfest Ginny Weasley Monthly Mini

Hexes took conviction. 

That wasn’t something taught in school. Flitwick hardly had a lecture series on how to bully classmates. No, this was something Ginny had to learn all on her own. It wasn’t like dark magic. She didn’t have to give a part of herself over to make it effective, but she definitely had to put belief behind it. That, she found, was when a hex turned from annoying to debilitating. When a mere nuisance could become a calamity. Putting every feeling of irritation, aversion, dislike, contempt, hatred, into the spell could---and would---manifest in her target ten-fold.

And Ginny didn’t have use for things that were only a minor inconvenience. She had no desire to throw hexes around without a purpose. If she was going to hex someone, they were going to deserve it. She wanted them running in the opposite direction. She wanted it to leave a mark. 

Only not enough of a mark to be sent to the infirmary. She had no desire to be in detention every other day. She wasn’t the twins. 

After a few trials and test runs, the Bat Bogey Hex became her retribution of choice. And soon, Ginny’s convictions went from calamitous to infamous. So much so, that she only had to glare at someone the exact right way before they backed down. 

It was a bit intoxicating, to be honest. To wield such a reputation. And Ginny liked to think she didn’t bestow her signature punishment on anyone who didn’t have it coming. 

(Like Zacharias Smith. The git.)

Which was why Ginny, in all her renown, felt completely equipped to stand in her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, look at her new professor---a Death Eater that had turned a school hallway into a battleground less than three months prior---and say “No. I won’t.”

Because a Bat Bogey Hex wasn’t just a Bat Bogey Hex, was it?

It was conviction.

#ginny weasley #ladiesofhp #hp fanfic #hp microfic #ginny weasley drabble #my fic #bat bogey hex

[princessma1foy]

“You know, Granger, I’m quite good at Potions.” Draco glared at her, annoyed.

She was scowling down at the textbook and muttering under her breath. He tried again. “Look, we got it right, I’m sure of it -“

“No, Malfoy! Amortentia is supposed to smell different to each person according to what attracts them, and all I smell is your stupid cologne - why you use so much is beyond me.” She huffed and rolled her eyes before returning to the textbook.

Draco stared at her, bemused. “That’s strange. It smells just like how it always has for me, I wonder why -“

“Oh ho!” Professor Slughorn had walked up behind them. “Excellent as always, Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy. Never seen a student produce finer!” He beamed down at them.

Hermione’s jaw fell to the ground. “Wh-what? We got it correct? But we can’t have, it doesn’t smell like this to me…”

“People change, Miss Granger, as does what attracts them, hence why the potion may smell different to you now. Like I said, it’s a spectacular brew, practically perfect. Full marks to both of you for today!”

With that, Slughorn wandered away, leaving Draco staring with wide eyes at a stunned, blushing Hermione Granger as the intoxicating scent of her perfume wafted up his nose from the Amortentia bubbling happily between them.

#dhr drabble #ao3 writer #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #writers on tumblr #dramione #dramione fandom #dramione microfic #hp microfic #dramione fanfic #microficmay2023 #dramione fluff #dramione fic #dramione ff #drabble #hehe they’re so cute #i’m writing more of this later

[diangelofan]

Happy birthday, Remus Lupin!!

Finally been able to post something for Moony's bday!! So here is my love letter to Remy (written for @wolfstarmicrofic's prompt: Sleeping Draught):

Remus was laid down, sleeping in their bed. This month’s full moon had been specially draining for the werewolf. Peter and James hadn’t been able to come. James had a newborn and a tired wife to take care of. And Peter… Well, the other marauders hadn’t seen much of him lately. He was always busy. Thus, Sirius had been the only one there to accompany him during that night and the only one there to bring him to their flat when daylight came. While it might have been tough, at least the sleeping draught he had given his boyfriend meant Moony would have an undisturbed period of rest for once. Adulthood had been a lot harder than Sirius had anticipated. But now, watching as the rays of sunset fell upon his lover, making his hair shine like gold and his scars lighten up like stars, Sirius felt the happiest he had ever been. It didn’t matter that they were in the middle of a war. Sirius would fight a million wars as long as he always returned home to the beautiful sight that was Remus Lupin. Sure, his boyfriend had his faults. So did he. And, sure, everyday wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. However, despite all of that, just being able to call Remus his boyfriend made him feel like the happiest man alive. Just spending time with Moony made him feel like the luckiest person on the whole world.

“I fucking love you, Remus John Lupin”, Sirius whispered as he watched his love’s peaceful face, submerged in deep sleep.

- Word count: 260

#wolfstar #microfic #harry potter #hp microfic #microfiction #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius x remus

[hinnyfied]

Sister

A truly micro microfic or @thethreebroomsticksfic Weasley Week!

Prompt: Bill

Bill loved his brothers, fiercely so. He was their protector, their confidant, their supporter. One of his earliest recollections was promising his father he would be a good big brother to them, and for all of his days, even as he had children, grandchildren, even great-grandchildren of his own, he upheld that promise.

Yes, Bill Weasley cherished his brothers.

But on that fateful day in August of ‘81, he followed his father up to his parents’ bedroom to meet the new baby. His one and only sister was placed in his arms, her name spoken aloud to him for the very first time, and he knew, somewhere deep in his core.

She would be his very best friend.

#WeasleyWeek #Weasley Week #TTB #harry potter #bill weasley #ginny weasley #hp microfic

[lumosatnight]

A Consolation: A Narlily Microfic Series

I’m trying something new! This will be one continuous story with 32 parts updated daily throughout May. It will contain explicit content involving consensual underage sex. Other content warnings for infidelity, canon-typical wartime angst, and mentions of pregnancy. Thank you @nanneramma for infecting me with Narlily brainrot and for being my beta. Go check out her AMAZINGLY SPECTACULAR Narlily microfic series!

You can also follow along on AO3 if you would prefer.

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@sapphicmicrofics day 1 ‘sunset’ @microficmay day 1 ‘yearn’

Sixth year. First day. Sunset.

Bangers and mash, steak and kidney pie. Treacle tart, custard creams, crêpes au chocolat.

Severus stuffs his face. Lucius picks at his food.

Narcissa ignores them all — there is only one thing that holds her attention today.

Red and gold.

Lily laughs across the hall.

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Read on AO3 | Day 2 →

#sapphic microfics #microficmay2023 #narlily #narcissa x lily #hp femslash #hp microfic #50 words #lumosdrabbles

[microficmay]

Microfic Challenges!

Here are some microfic challenges that you are welcome to combine with the 2024 prompts for @microficmay 🥰

Ongoing:

@drarrymicrofic - Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

@hinnymicrofic - Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

@snarrymicrofics - Harry Potter/Severus Snape

@remadoramicrofics - Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks

@wolfstarmicrofic - Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

@prongsfoot-microfic - James Potter/Sirius Black

@jegulus-microfic - James Potter/Regulus Black

@jilymicrofics - Lily Evans Potter/James Potter

@pandalilymicrofics - Lily Evans Potter/Pandora Lovegood

@struttingstag - James Potter

@sapphicmicrofics - HP femslash

@microcest - incest (multi-fandom)

On Hiatus:

@sapphicmarauding - Marauders femslash

@hpmicrofic - all HP ships or gen

#hp microfic #microfiction

[thenicestthingiveseen]

Angelina took a seat next to him. She didn’t say anything at first, both of the content to watch the madness unfold in front of them as they sat in the Burrow’s back garden. 

“You’ve been good for him,” he murmurs, taking a sip of his firewhiskey. He doesn’t take his eyes off Ginny flying around with her brothers though.

“Yeah, well, someone had to knock some sense into him,” she says with a noncommittal shrug, as if it were a no brainer. As if anyone would have done the same thing. As if, any one could have done the same thing. 

Harry’s sure they could have been closer during their years at Hogwarts together if it weren’t for his quidditch ban or facing certain death every school year. 

Angelina Johnson was a force to be reckoned with, she just didn’t always let you know it. It made Harry wonder if the sorting hat considered putting her in Slytherin like it did with him.

“But you’re the only one who actually succeeded.” 

They’re both silent. Letting the weight of his words settle as they listen to the screams and whoops of laughter coming from up above. 

#from the drafts #writing #harry potter #angelina johnson #post war #hp microfic

[underburningstars]

one death two funerals

for @jegulus-microfic prompt first, wc 205, implied character death

(@murderoushagthesequel keeps saying that they love heartbreaking beauty and that makes me wanna write them even more so if you guys wanna blame anyone for this, blame them)

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Sirius knows that sometimes, when things get too overwhelming, he shuts down. He picked up that habit from living in Grimmauld Place. Where not feeling anything was the best defence.

He shuts down after Regulus dies. They all knew the risks of him spying on Voldemort for The Order. He died a hero. The one who ended the war and saved them all.

That, of course, doesn't matter much to the ones who lost him. Sirius would've gladly let the war drag out for longer if it meant having his brother alive by his side.

He doesn't have the luxury of shutting down and ignoring the world and reality for long though. He has to make preparations for the funeral and get ready to say goodbye to the first person who built a home in his soul.

He also has to take care of James. Usually, whenever someone died, James was the one to take care of everyone. This is the first time Sirius has ever seen James shut down. His face is blank and his eyes have no life within them.

Regulus died and took both James' heart and his soul with him.

In his mind, Sirius prepares for two funerals instead of one.

#hp #hp marauders #hp microfic #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #james fleamont potter #james potter #sirius orion black #sirius black #regulus x james #james x regulus #james and regulus #regulus deserved better #marauders hc #the marauders #the marauders era #marauders era #marauders fandom #jegulus angst #jegulus fic #jegulus #starchaser #jegulus microfic #eddie finally writes something

[carrythispictureforluck]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: 15 - martyr

TW: swearing

Remus furiously starts packing. Throwing sweaters, socks, and any book he could lay his hands on into the open bag on the bed. 

He could hear footsteps pacing downstairs. There wasn't a lot of time.

He grabbed his reading glasses from the nightstand, and on impulse he grabs his favourite picture of Sirius, taken on their final day of school. Pete had said something to the group about the next time they’d all be together would be Remus and Sirius’ wedding, and Lily had captured a frozen moment in time of Sirius looking at Remus with pure, loving joy at the idea. It was overwhelming, even now, to see Sirius look at him that way. Remus always knew he didn't deserve Sirius.. And now he was proven right.

He shoves the picture frame into the bag, zips it up and hurls it onto his shoulder.

Making his way carefully down the stairs, Remus heads towards the front door. But he’s stopped the moment he sees the look on Sirius’ face at him leaving. 

“So you were just going to walk out?” Sirius murmurs.

“You didn't exactly give me much choice Pads” Remus replies, strained with the effort of not caving to the look of sorrow on his face.

“I gave you every choice, Moony. You’re just choosing the wrong ones”

“No, you chose wrong when you turned yourself over to the ministry” Remus spits out harshly, putting the bag down by the door. Clearly they were doing this now.

“I did that for you Rem! They were going to expose you, it would have ruined any chance you had of getting a job, it would have outcast you.” Sirius looks on the verge of tears, moving cautiously towards the door, as if not to spook Remus away.

“I didn't ask you to become a martyr, Sirius!” Remus doesn't yell, but his voice raises a few levels and he watches Sirius flinch at the change in tone. “You’ve now destroyed any chance of the job you and James had your heart set on. They’ll never take an illegal animagus as an Auror. And you’ve left me with the guilt of ruining that for you.”

“I never would have blamed you for my choice Remus..” Sirius looks down at his sock-clad feet.

“Well I can’t watch the inevitable regret and bitterness form, because I know it will come eventually. One day when you’re listening to James tell a heroic story about stopping a dark wizard, you’ll look to me as the reason it wasn't you.”

Remus picks up his bag, turning to open the door.

“No” Sirius whimpers, reaching out to pull at Remus’ arm holding the bag in place.

“Sirius..”

“No” Sirius repeats, more firmly. “I won’t let you throw this away. Throw us away. None of this fucking matters Remus, I don’t fucking care what job I work. I’ll be a stay-at-home husband for all I care, I just- I just want you” he finishes as the tears that were forming begin to fall.

And that was all it took for Remus to cave into Sirius’ arms, stroking his hair as Sirius continued to cry softly into his shoulder. Maybe Remus didn't deserve Sirius, but he couldn't hurt him any further either.

Word count: 541

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar shorts #microfic prompt #wolfstar #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #wolfstar angst #hp microfic

[heyjude19-writing]

dramione microfic: A Consistent, Persistent Thought

“I hope it’s Granger.”

He’s twelve and he says it with relish. 

She is filthy, she is beneath him. He knows this because his father says so and his father is never wrong. Draco brutally asserts that he hopes she dies, both craving the shock value and looking to position himself as Slytherin’s paragon of pureblood values. Just as father had instructed. And Draco will not fail his father, innocent peers be damned.

*******

“I hope it’s Granger.”

He’s eighteen and he thinks it desperately.

The Wizengamot announces a witness in his defense and the whole courtroom gasps. It’s Potter, which will go further with the courts to be sure. But Draco has a speech to deliver and his intended audience isn’t present.

He puts it in a letter instead.

********

“I hope it’s Granger.”

He’s eighteen and crosses his fingers beneath the desk. The new Hufflepuff of a potions teacher wants to “shake up house relations” and assigns partners for the year. Draco longs for someone competent so he can survive his court-mandated Eighth Year with high marks to show for it. 

He’s stuck with Dean Thomas.

********

“I hope it’s Granger.”

He’s twenty-two and it slices through his brain out of nowhere when Pansy promises to find him a date. She’s just announced her engagement to Dean and takes Draco aside. “You can’t go stag to our wedding Draco, how embarrassing. I’ll set you up.”

He’s set up with the little sister of a friend and has absolutely nothing in common with her. But Granger, he discovers, has loads in common with him. Their respective dates long forgotten, they sit at the bar and trade book recommendations to avoid the dance floor.

He makes her smile more than once and laugh exactly four times. 

********

“I hope it’s Granger.”

He’s twenty-three, twenty-four, now twenty-five, and has a stupid swell of hope whenever his friends say:

“I’ll introduce you to a friend of mine.”

“You have so much in common!”

“She’s a highly accomplished witch!”

It’s never her. 

********

“I hope it’s Granger.”

He’s twenty-six and the silent wish is now listless. Dean’s just revealed that a certain female friend has been asking Pansy a curious number of questions about Draco lately. 

“I asked her to join us tonight,” says Dean. 

Draco frowns. “But this is our pub night. No Pansy, no… anyone else.”

Dean laughs and finishes his lager in one go. “Sorry mate, but she’s a busy witch, this was her one free night. Here she comes now.”

Draco turns and finds Granger approaching; tentative yet determined smile on her face. 

“Don’t cock it up,” warns Dean as he leaves. 

“Hi Draco.”

“Granger.”

“I hope you don’t mind, Dean said this was your usual spot and I was welcome to join.”

“Not at all. I’d hoped you would.”

#dramione #microfiction #hp microfic #draco x hermione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #i now want to write more dean x pansy?

[nanneramma]

quidditch, summer of '96

Harry/Ginny, for @microficmay day 3, prompt: revelation and @hinnymicrofic prompt: ride T

He’s always noticed Ginny; he’s just never seen her. Until he does: mud-covered cloud-rider. Sunset golden girl.

He sweats.

"Nice goal. Really — erm — clean."

She cocks a brow. He contemplates self-strangulation. 

"Clean?"

"Uh, yeah. Beautiful."

A gut-punch grin. "You're not too bad yourself."

She walks away. He watches every step. 

#microficmay2023 #hp microfic #50 words #harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #nan writes

[diangelofan]

Prompts: 16. Mellow + 17. Contemptuous

“I can’t believe him.”, muttered Lily as he watched Potter partly hidden behind a wall. The boy (more like a man now, Lily couldn’t help but think) in question was talking to a first year. Lily had been walking back to Gryffindor Tower when she had hear someone sniffling quietly. As Head Girl, it was her duty to help so she quickly made her way towards the noise. However, she stopped dead on her feet at the sight that greeted her. James Potter was kneeling in front of the boy, talking in a quiet and calming tone that seemed to successfully soothe the boy’s fears.

“Gryffindor Tower is just ahead, so you didn’t get completely lost. Don’t worry, in a few weeks you will know the castle like the back of your hand.” James stood up and started walking with the boy along the corridor. “You know, me and my best mate Sirius got so lost during our first month here too. Our friend Remus once had to spent a whole hour searching for us. We had been trying to get to the Astronomy classroom, but somehow found our way into the dungeons!! Can you believe it!”, Potter laughed.

Lily was shocked to hear Potter admit to making mistakes so openly. He had always try to show himself as excelling in everything. Though, lately things had changed. The person who had once filled her with contemptuous feelings had turned into a matured Head Boy, who took great care in his responsibilities and others. He still joked around, but his overconfidence had mellow out into something less arrogant and, dare she say it more appealing. Yeah, thought Lily, Potter really had changed.

The red-haired girl had been so immersed in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the sound of the boys getting nearer until it was too late to hide.

“Oh!… hi, Evans.”

Maybe he’s not that bad afterall. “Hi, Potter.”, greeted him back Lily, laughing quietly at Potter’s shocked expression. “Going to Gryffindor Tower?”

“Er, yeah.”

“I’ll come with.”

- Word count: 339, @jilymicrofics, first time writing Jily!

#harry potter #hp microfic #microfic #microfiction #james x lily #james potter #lily evans #jily microfic #jilymicrofics #jily fanfiction

[st-clements-steps]

Bellatrix x Alice, Marble

for @salty-wench (I hope you don’t mind I stole the whole Regency backdrop)

There, in the middle of the octagonal room, is the little British honeymooner they met on the Ponte Vecchio yesterday. Her redcoat nowhere to be seen, her gaze absorbed by the central statue, that ripple of muscle and masculinity realised in marble by some anonymous Roman. It does nothing, in Bellatrix’s view, beyond its remarkable anatomic accuracy, as if the sculptor simply cast a spell over two entwined young men, set flesh into smooth, alluring stone.

Bellatrix steps softly to the girl, annnounces her presence with a gentle whisper, “does it pique you particularly?”

And despite that bloom of pink in the girl’s cheeks, her eyes are truthful enough as she shakes her head.

*

Two days later, amongst the wildflowers and the lazy buzz of bees, the sunshine idling over them, Bellatrix will find what does pique her. The blush will bloom not just roses on her cheeks but across her collarbones, her curled hair will splay across the borrowed blanket, her back will arch a little, her mouth will open with a ragged breath as Bella pulls out of a fervid kiss to admire her. And Bellatrix will wish she could capture her in marble, let all the tourists of Florence step around her piqued and envious at her devastating pleasure.

Send me a ship and a word if you want one.

#bella x alice #bellatrix black lestrange #alice longbottom #my fic #hp microfic

[princessma1foy]

Ron was just being so stupid.

Hermione sniffed, wiping another tear away angrily. All she’d wanted to do was to make a new friend - meeting new people was the entire point of the tournament, no matter what Ron said about ‘fraternizing with the enemy’.

She swallowed one last sob. There was no way she could go back to Viktor now. Not like this. Her night, the first night when she’d felt truly beautiful - was ruined. Thanks to Ronald.

Hermione stood and made her way to the courtyard for a breath of fresh air before heading back to the dormitory. There was a chill in the air, but the twinkling glow of the fairies made the atmosphere warm. Hermione slid down against the wall and sighed as she sat on the ground. It was peaceful out here. Quiet.

“What are you doing out here, Granger?”

If she had not recognized the quiet voice, she would have never guessed who it belonged to. Hermione started in surprise and whirled around, tensing.

“Malfoy.”

He was a few feet down the wall, sitting and staring at the fairies just as Hermione had been. There was a certain kind of beauty in his sharp features as they were illuminated by the creatures’ glow. He stayed silent as she scrutinized him, eyes far away as he gazed into the night sky.

Hermione decided warily that he meant no harm tonight. She relaxed against the wall again and sighed, absently watching the glittering lights. Sure, it was Malfoy. Under normal circumstances, they’d never be caught speaking civilly to each other. But somehow… tonight was different.

“Everything is ruined,” she spoke dully. “It was supposed to be fun. I was so excited - and then Ron…” She swallowed again as the lump in her throat made a reappearance.

Malfoy looked across at her. “Weasley’s got his head up his arse,” he said dryly. “Don’t put too much stock into what he says.”

To her own surprise, Hermione laughed. “You know what? I’m not even going to disagree with you.” She shook her head.

Malfoy chuckled. “What has gotten into you tonight, Granger? Coming out here crying and laughing with me about Weasley’s incompetence? You seem to have lost your mind.” He glanced over at her, eyes guarded but a hint of a real smile starting to lift his lips.

Hermione studied him thoughtfully. Her breath caught as she stared into his silvery eyes, eyes that were looking at her in a way she couldn’t quite define. “You’re right,” she breathed. “I must be out of my mind tonight.”

She stood abruptly, and he watched her in open surprise as she marched over to him and held out her hand. “What are you doing?” He asked in curiosity.

“Dance with me.” Hermione said bluntly. To hell with it all - tonight was special, and she wouldn’t let Ron ruin it for her. And something about the cool night air, the glittering snow, the fairies, Draco Malfoy’s silver eyes and sharp cheekbones… it would all be gone by morning. It would be but a dream, a distant memory secret to all but them. They’d go back to hating each other. Tonight wouldn’t count. It would be like it didn’t exist.

Malfoy’s slender hand grasped hers firmly as he rose from where he sat. The two never broke eye contact as they quietly walked to the center of the courtyard. His warm hand wrapped gently but firmly around her waist, and Hermione shivered at the pleasant feeling.

They didn’t need music. The music of the snow falling, the blanket of peaceful silence that hung over the courtyard as they dipped and twirled and waltzed in the lights was enchanting. His silver eyes never left her as they danced, steps perfectly in sync. Hermione felt herself dancing closer and closer to the boy in front of her, until she could’ve mapped out perfectly the flecks of blue in his eyes.

She spun, dress floating delicately through the night air as she twirled around once, twice, three times before he caught her, dipping her gracefully. Her breath caught as she realized just how close they were, and they stayed there for seconds that felt like hours, lost in each other’s eyes.

She could’ve sworn he leaned in first.

#ao3 writer #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #writers on tumblr #dramione #dramione fic #dramione fluff #dhr drabble #drabble #harry potter microfic #hp fandom #hp microfic #dramione ff #dramione microfic #dramione fanfic #dramione fandom #dramione lover for life #hehe to be continued

[my-meadowlark]

A sickle for your thoughts [fleur delacour/hermione granger]

Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger Warnings: None Rating: G Words: 371 Summary:

Wands choose their wizard, and they also teach them how they like to be held. Written for the prompt “Wand” by @sapphicmicrofics

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Hermione learnt how to write on her own. She supposes there was some teaching involved on some level, but she was a precocious, curious child, and she had it figured out before she even started school. Maybe that's why she always held her pencil a little strangely, in a way that made sense to her fingers and her wrist but looked nothing like the elegant grip her teacher had tried (and failed) to make her use instead.

When she looked at her wand in Ollivander's shop, she hesitated before picking it up. Just in case she did it wrong. She soon found out wands are far more temperamental than pencils, and will teach the wizard they choose how they like to be held.

"A sickle for your thoughts?" Fleur climbed into bed next to Hermione, bringing along a freshly floral scent that Hermione knew was only partially related to the many products in her girlfriend's shower.

"You mean a knut. Or a penny."

"You looked very thoughtful," Fleur's fingertip felt particularly soft as it tapped the very spot where a crinkle usually appeared between Hermione's eyebrows when she was deep in thought, "I suppose whatever is in there is worth more than a knut."

Hermione let out a quiet chuckle. "I'm afraid not. I was thinking about wands."

"Wands?" Fleur used her own to turn off the lights, slipped it under her pillow, and turned her back to Hermione, who knew that was her cue to scoot closer and take her spot as the big spoon. "What about wands?"

Fleur's hair tickled her nose as Hermione wrapped herself around her. She rested one hand on Fleur's stomach, but the older witch took it in her own and moved it up to her chest instead. Fleur always knew exactly how she wanted to be held.

"You remind me of a wand sometimes."

Hermione felt Fleur's laughter under her hand. "I remind you of a wand," Fleur repeated, tone mockingly offended as she brought Hermione's hand up to her lips and pressed a kiss to the slightly hardened spot on her finger where thousands of hours of writing over the years had left their mark. "Oui, I should have offered just a knut."

#fleurmione fanfic #fleurmione #hp microfic #hp femslash #my fic