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thegeneralgirl) wrote2011-12-28 01:28 pm
thegeneralgirl) wrote2011-12-28 01:28 pm
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2011 Holiday Requests!
REQUESTS CLOSED.
(Because I'm lazy. Unless I love you.
You guys know who you are.)
Expect your fill anytime
from now until December 25th.
(Because I'm lazy. Unless I love you.
You guys know who you are.)
Expect your fill anytime
from now until December 25th.
no subject
<3
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Dramione
Prompt(s): "I like you the same way I like my coffee - iced." "You are such a fruit cake. And high - did you take too much Robitussin for your cough?"
Fandom:Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Luna (Par-tay! Par-tay!)
Prompt(s): "I'm in your genes." "... WHAT?" "Well, we're both purebloods... therefore... we share genes?" "You may not wear my Dolce & Gabbana jeans. I will hex you." "Don't worry, my Nargles don't like incest."
Or... just use "genes", "some form of incest", etc. >.>
Sick - Dramione
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When Draco got sick last week, Hermione, being the well meaning girlfriend that she was, decided to stop by with some necessities.
“Wizards have got flying broomsticks and teleportation devices; you’d think someone would've gotten to inventing a cure for the common cold already,” she commented from his bedroom door.
Draco, sprawled across his expensive silk sheets in his antique four-poster bed looked as if he was in the very grips of death. One hand clutched a blanket to his chest and the other covered his mouth as he coughed, weakly, feebly into his cupped fingers.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“I’ve got some soup, some warm coffee, and Robitussin for your cough,” she set the Styrofoam tray and thermos on the bedside table and the bags on the floor, “along with some extra medicine just in case the dose the Healers gave you runs out.”
There were several more pathetic coughs from Draco before grey eyes finally opened. He took several slow blinks, and then closed them again.
Hermione merely looked down at him, arms crossed. It only took her ten seconds of staring until Draco caved.
“You know, proper girlfriends would have professed their undying love and concern for me by now.”
She laughed, taking the Robitussin out of the packaging and measuring out the necessary dosage. “Why don’t you go back to Pansy, then?”
Draco made a face that quickly turned into a sneeze before groaning. This time the misery in his eyes was genuine.
Sighing, Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed, her voice softening, “Do you want your medicine first or the food?”
Draco sat up, eyeing the bottle distrustfully. “I’m not taking muggle medicine,” his expression turned sly, “not unless I get a kiss from my bossy girlfriend first.”
In response, Hermione merrily jammed the tiny tumbler full of medicine down his throat. Draco choked over the fake cherry taste. “Are you sure this isn’t going to kill me, woman? It’s more horrible than your half-giant’s newt tail stew.”
“Oh shut up, you fruit-cake.” And with that, she pressed a kiss to his lips that washed the sickly sweetness of the medicine away.
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