double drabble: and i feel it falling apart. narcissa/remus, remus/sirius

[And I Feel It Falling Apart] - Narcissa/Remus, Remus/Sirius
it took me forever to hammer down when the timeline could be for this. for legomymalfoy who asked for "Narcissa/Remus against the Black family tapestry". double drabble because i just could not cut it down.

She came because the Manor is gone, because this should be her home, and now they're standing in front of the tapestry, both tiring of argument. Her hair is corn silk falling in her eyes and maybe it's better that way. If he had to look, if he had to see into the depths, he'd fall into her. She's ice and darkness and that's what he deserves. He's Dark, after all, and if he falls into her he can fall past all this, fall through the Veil, fall to him.

It's been so long since his schoolboy fumbling with girls, before him. Narcissa is different, sharp and strong. She commands him, fast hands and tongue and teeth. His body answers her without his permission, but that's nothing new. His flesh and his heart have always been at odds.

She could break him, but he's broken already, and tomorrow he'll press his fingers against the bruises. Tonight he holds her up, responds with pain, not passion, driving her back the wall, cries over the voices of the portraits. After, she slips away. He closes his eyes and brushes his fingers across the cloth until he finds the spot, ragged and empty.

drabble: boys will be boys. seamus/dean, fred/george

[boys will be boys] - seamus/dean, fred/george
for sparklespiff, who asked for, well, you'll see.

Seamus has learned loads from the Weasley twins. George taught him how to fly well enough to be a Beater in pick-up games of Quidditch, Fred taught him never to eat sweets unless he was absolutely sure of their origin, and they both taught him that proper mischief causes enough disarray that no one wonders what else two boys might be up to, sneaking off together.

When one boys' bathroom is liberated of all its toilet paper, no one notices Seamus's uncommonly tousled hair, and when no Gryffindor boy can find his pajamas, no one notices Dean's hastily remade bed.

drabble. victory. oliver/george

[Victory] - oliver/george
for starfishchick. hey! the twins are the same age i am. *hearts* the hp lexicon.

To Hogwarts they were a unit, indivisible. On the pitch they were a team of their own, human Bludgers for Gryffindor. Few had tried to tell them apart and even fewer were successful. Oliver, though, knew very well which twin was George and which was not, who had the kinder eyes and timely words of comfort.

Oliver planned a surprise attack, slipping in the shop quietly and watching George finish a sale. When he saw Oliver standing by the door, he dashed 'round the counter, capturing him in a fond embrace, his words soft in Oliver's ear, "About bloody time".