Drabbles...

[tahariel]

...these were done for the HP100 (www.livejournal.com/community/hp100) current challenge, 'Seven Deadly Sins'. I wrote four:

Lust
Gluttony
Jealousy (Envy)
Greed



Lust

“Woah! My bra fell off!”
“God, Fiona, just get that hook fixed! What if that had happened in Potions instead of here when you’re changing?”
“Does this dress make me look fat?”
A shriek. “All my underwear is gone!” “Mine too!” “And mine!” A long pause of perfect silence.
“SIRIUS!”
Sometimes getting caught in the Girl’s Dorm in the middle of a prank and having to hide under the bed was a very good thing, Sirius reflected with a broad grin, as he admired the view.

Gluttony

“Come on, Ron,” Harry staggered on the stairs as Ron’s legs folded for the hundredth time. “Geez. You know you have no head for firewhisky.”
The redhead mumbled something incoherent.
“You have absolutely no restraint, do you? Overindulgence, that’s your problem, Ron.”
Harry spent the next hour sitting on the floor leaning against the locked door of the toilet cubicle listening to Ron throwing up. When he was done Harry wordlessly handed him a cup of water.
“You’re the best, mate.” Ron leant over to give Harry a grateful whisky-warm kiss.
“I love you too,” said Harry, kissing him back.

Jealousy

Harry waved goodbye to Draco and Ron pulled him into an empty classroom further down, pressing Harry against the wall and scowling.
“What were you doing with him?”
Harry looked surprised, then laughed, green eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ron, are you jealous?”
The redhead kissed him fiercely, pinning his wrists to the wall. “Harry!”
“It’s nothing, Ron. Dumbledore work.”
Ron hated that Draco knew something about Harry he didn’t and kissed the smaller boy again hard, pulling a moan from Harry.
“Ron, don’t you know I’m all yours? I love you.”
“I don’t want to share you.”
“Then don’t!”

Greed

“Hey! I found a knut!”
“Ron, that’s practically nothing. What can you get for one knut?”
“If I keep it and find another I’ll have two knuts, Harry.”
“What can you buy for two knuts, Ron?”
“Honestly, Harry!” Ron rolled onto his back on the grass, slinging one arm across his eyes.
“D’you ever not think about money, Ron?”
“That’s not true!” The redhead scowled at the other boy, who laughed, rolling to lie on top of Ron, noses touching.
“You can have mine.”
“I don’t want it!”
“Well, you’re stuck with both it and me, so there.”
“Oh. Alright.”

Comments

[ionaonie.livejournal.com]

So, I came looking for stuff you've written to prove my point in the comment I've just posted because it occured to me that apart from the Colours (and TNT), I don't think I've read much of your stuff, at least fanfic type stuff.

And i got thoroughly distracted by these. I read them a couple of times. Lust makes me laugh. It's just so how I'd imagine Sirus to be. And the other three convinced me that Harry/Ron not only works but also makes a kind of sense. This is very impressive since I've never thought that before today.

[tahariel.livejournal.com]

Ohmigod, don't look at these! They're so cheesy and badfic! *dies of overcheese* Seriously, trying to cram stuff into 100 words always made my stuff too cheesy and bleurgh 0-0

Also, what point does this prove? That I wrote awful, awful cheese? *re-dies of overcheese*