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Sara
15 August 2007 @ 12:32 am
Title: Tactics
Team Name: Spy for the Order
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: No Dialogue Challenge
Characters: Hermione/Severus - and their son. Severus is in this by implication.
Authors Notes: No DH spoilers!! - I'd need to have read it to be able to do that. I don't own anything written by JKR, never will.

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death_ofme
15 August 2007 @ 01:11 am
Title: Seven Deadly Sins
Team Name: spy for Death Eaters (when it comes to vices..."nobody does it better"...)
Word Count: 700 (7x100)
Rating: R
Challenge: Seven Deadly Sins
Characters: Severus, Hermione
Warning: Oh come on, one of them is lust, you know. SEX ALERT.
Author's Notes: I didn't hesitate to throw DH (and a lot of canon) out of the window. Also, anyone know if you need an account with Petulant Poetess to archive the oneshots there?


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septentrion1970
15 August 2007 @ 07:57 am
Title: Dad's Prosthesis - the sequel' sequel, as per popular demand (and for the fun of it)
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: 4*100
Rating:frankly R
Challenge: whoops!, undergarments
Characters: Hermione, Severus, 2 OMC
Author's Notes: Thanks to dacian_goddess for betaing.

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Current Mood: bouncybouncy
 
 
Buzzy
15 August 2007 @ 10:41 am
Title: Cheers for Severus (the drabble version)
Team Name: Spy for the Order
Word Count: (100)
Rating: G
Challenge: song lyric challenge (I guess, it's as close as anything)
Characters: Hermione, Severus
Authors Notes: This is for sshg316, because she couldn't come up with a cheer herself!

Severus, Severus, he’s our man, if he can’t intimidate it into submission, bully it into compliance, sneer at it till it crumbles, crush it under the heel of his disdain, or poison it, no one can.

Hermione sighed. The first time she had done a cheer for Severus had been highly enjoyable for them both, so when he’d asked for another, she had been happy to oblige. But now he wanted original lyrics. She did love her husband, but she wasn’t blind to his faults; he just wasn’t the type to inspire rah-rah poetics.

Besides, nothing cheerful rhymes with ‘Severus’.
 
 
Grym
15 August 2007 @ 01:11 pm
Title:  When Words Fail
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100 x 3
Rating: PG-13
Challenge:  Absolutely No Dialogue!
Characters: Hermioine/Severus
Disclaimer: Just playing in JKR's sandbox, with respect and affection and possibility.

 

 
 
 
DHW
15 August 2007 @ 07:26 pm
Title: Simply Blank Thoughts On Paper.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Team: Death Eaters
Characters: Severus/Hermione/Lucius/Ron
Challenge: Absolutely no dialogue
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to JKR. I make no money from this piece of fiction.
A/N: Originally part of Temptation (Part III), but I thought it fit better here.


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Severus’ lips are cold. They tug and pull at Hermione’s, coaxing a little passion from her frozen soul. It’s not quite living, but neither is it death. It’s just enough to satisfy his needs.

Hermione tastes of Lucius, like she used to taste of Ron, like she ought to taste of Severus. She tastes like sickness and medicine. When her tongue touches his, he can feel the rush of blood through her veins, pumped by a dark, decaying heart. And he can see insanity lurking in the bottomless pits of her eyes.

She’s not quite right.

But he doesn’t care.
 
 
Current Mood: uncomfortableMore than a little odd
 
 
Foxy Voxy
15 August 2007 @ 10:24 pm
Title: Tiptoe
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Team: Death Eater Spy
Challenge: Absolutely No Dialog
Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't sue me.


Tiptoe

His long, elegant fingers curled around a warm mug, he watched her stand on tiptoe to reach a book from his shelf.  Really, what was the use of being a witch? He had to admit, however, that the way her trousers stretched around her rear was rather enticing.

 A swish and flick later, she had transfigured an empty cockroach cluster packet into a burgundy velvet-cushioned ottoman, and the book was in her hand.  She levitated the blatantly Gryffindor ottoman over near the settee and flumped down with a smug grin.

She didn't notice when he turned the ottoman deep green.