harry potter rare pair fest

Ginny/Neville-PG/ PG-13

He breathed out again as the healing potion over his wound continued to work it’s magic. “You should probably go back to the common room, it’s almost midnight and the Carrows will be extra watchful tonight after our Graffiti stun. I’ll just wait till the potion finishes working and I’ll try to find a way to sneak back and-“

“What makes you think I’ll leave you here, in Greenhouse 3, all by yourself for the Carrows to find you and slash you up again? I’m staying here too Neville,” Ginny said, looking him straight in the eye, her face locked on determination.

Neville felt her gaze wash over him like clear moonlit fire, aware that she was looking at him all over, his face covered in small bruises and cuts and spattered with dirt, his shirtless torso, hardships chiseled and with a big oozing cracking bleeding wound. He wanted nothing more than to reach out stroke her face again and kiss her to stop her worries- but they couldn’t afford to get caught. He couldn’t deal with her bearing the same scars he did.

“Ginny I’ll be alright, as long as we keep the antidotes and healing potions stocked and Sprout can sneak out healing herbs as often as she does, there is nothing those two can do to me that’s worse than this”

“Right, because the Sectusempra curse is just kids play, “

“Ginny please, I’m asking you to go back and stay safe, I’ll be fine,”

“I’m not going anywhere Neville,” Ginny said, and Neville could see she was fighting off forming tears, “You’re not the only one that cares about someone getting hurt. We promised we’d have each other’s back, and that’s what I’m doing,”

Before he could answer back, her hands were brushing against his face and wrapping together behind his neck, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair, and she was kissing him. Her mouth over his, as her tongue teased his to let it stay there.

Slowly, to not disturb the wound, he wrapped his right arm around her waist pulling her closer to him, and to which her body responded rapidly, her body pressed closer to his and she shifted her pose so that they would be like one. Reassured that the wound was going to hold up after all, Neville wrapped his other arm around her, shifting so that both of them where on their side, his arms hugged around her like a cocoon protected its precious tenant.
She pulled away from the kiss and gave him a full smile, her eyes meeting his, and her hair cascading around her like silk made of blood and fire. He moved his face closer to his and his mud stained fingers stroked along the rivers patterns her hair made around her face, her neck and shoulders. He breathed in her hair the scent of freesia, of grass, of exploding snap powder. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her neck, and on the familiar softness of her lips. When they parted, again and again, her fingers still roaming his hair, she whispered in his ears her thoughts, her feelings, her feelings. Her many “I love you” “I’ll stay”. To which he replied as much in words as in holding her closer and letting her be shielding by his arms, the same way he felt shielding by her hair of warm fire.

(i'm no good at writing Neville and ginny yet. their exact voices are So Hard. :(

i 'also wrote a bit more than 500. more like 560 but i hope that's ok.

I'll write a Xeno one next but i have to go now.

Edited Date: 2012-03-10 09:54 pm (UTC)

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arenee1999

I've been considering trying to write a few HP drabbles/ficlets, because I've found I don't completely suck at writing if I can do short little snippets, but getting the voices right is one of the hardest parts for me. :(

I like the idea of Neville/Ginny, especially during 7th year while they're stuck at Hogwarts trying to keep everyone together and alive. Even though the voices aren't quite right, this still works quite well as a peak into what they had to endure. I LOVE the way you used the prompt. :D I have such a hair fetish. *lol*

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there a few voices that come up really easily. Ron, Hermione, Mcgonagall, Snape, even Dumbledore. Harry is like- half the time it works but half the time when i want to write fluff i'm hopeless.

I'm a big fan of Neville/Ginny and it makes me so sad I can't write them right yet. I mean I heard them talking in my head, but if i want to make up dialogue- it doesn't sound right.

:(

but i'm happy you liked it! :D

and hair is sooooo nice. a head full of hair is So nice to run your fingers through. that's why i hate it when guys shave their heads. all that smooth hair. :(

can you tell me what I did wrong on the voices? and what I did right? I want to be better at writting ginny and neville.

Edited Date: 2012-03-11 03:30 am (UTC)

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arenee1999

For Ginny, you got her stubborn, determination down pretty good. I think it's just more in the wording of the dialogue. Like this part:

“I’m not going anywhere Neville,” Ginny said, and Neville could see she was fighting off forming tears, “You’re not the only one that cares about someone getting hurt. We promised we’d have each other’s back, and that’s what I’m doing,”

Maybe write it like this:

"I’m not going anywhere.” Ginny said, and even through the stubborn resolve on her face Neville could see she was fighting off tears. “You’re not the only one that worries about people getting hurt. We promised we’d have each other’s back, and that’s what I’m doing.”

I don't really have a clear picture of Neville's voice, so I can't really help much there.

Something thing you could try that works for me, would be to post fic searches on

hp_ficsearch asking for stories that focus on Ginny and/or Neville and have fabulous characterization. Read as many as you can, regardless of pairing, until their voices flow better in your own mind. Reading fic with spot-on characterizations is a good way to expand your own head-canon for the characters and to get a better feel for their voice. We only have so much canon material to work with and for the characters that aren't in as many canon scenes it's harder to pin point exactly how the characters should sound and behave.

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Xenophilius Lovegood had felt that no one of his fellow Ravenclaws understood him until he met her- Sybil Trelawney. even among the eccentric and imaginative Ravenclaws she was an outcast, like himself. Xeno was an outcast because he saw creatures no one else could see and believed things that some people considered delusional. Trelawney was shunned because she kept saying she saw things from the future, but she was right once in half a dozen of her predictions.

What first attracted Xeno to Sibyl hadn't been that she was an outcast. No, it had been her bottle thick glasses and wild out of control hay colored hair- which Xeno believed was being used as a nest of bushinguris and that's why Sybil wore those thick glasses to be able to see them.

At first Sibyl had been a little frightened of Xeno, for he kept insisting he needed to borrow her seeing glasses to see strange creatures she couldn't even pronounce. And he had scared her out her wits once, when she had felt his hands going through her bushy hair while she had been in the library reading a book titled "Seers of history and what made them famous".

Sibyl had hit him over and over again with her book thinking him a possessed person, an omen of bad luck that had found her as the beginning of a tragic prediction that was unraveling. Xeno had evaded the heavy book blows enough to place one of his charmed silver bells to repeal wraspurts around her neck, and had let her touch his hair in return for him having touched hers. Sibyl had been surprised at both gestures, especially at how much she liked touching Xeno’s hair, which was soft as whisps of wind to her. It was so lovely.

Over the next month a wonderful friendship bloomed. Sybil found someone who did laughed at her or shunned her, but believed in her seeing “gift” and encouraged it. Xeno was always willing to listen, no matter how tragic some of her predictions were. But he managed to make her see things different too, she was able to enjoy the world around her more, as she listened attentively to his tales of wonderful invisible creatures. Sybil began believing in good omens just as much, if not more, as bad ones. He had the habit of running his fingers through her wild tangled hair, whispering about little invisible creatures that Sybil didn’t thought actually lived in her hair, but she didn’t mind much, as the feeling of Xeno’s fingers caressing her head was very nice.

She wasn’t sure who had been the one who taken the step forward in their relationship. One day she had been reading the future in the lines on his hand, lot of misfortunes in his future, but she also saw many happy things, and wondered if they would be with her. Suddenly she felt his thin fingers take hold around her bottle glasses and pull them away from her face, he then kissed her fluttering eyelids. The world suddenly blurry she tried to find his face, and her little lips found his. Sybil’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pulled away, as she felt a whole new world of feeling burst inside her, just as vivid as her predictions. She took it as a sign.

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arenee1999

Aww, that's sweet! :) Thank you!

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"Her Hair" - Severus/Ginny PG-13/R (I think that's the next rating up?)
Severus stared at the sleeping girl beside him. The sheet rose and fell on nubile breasts as she breathed slowly, tangled around long slim legs, caressed slim hips and a slimmer waist –
You’re a lecherous old man, the voice in his head (his conscience, Severus suspected) told him. She was your student only last year.
He jerked his eyes away from her body, moving up until he hit her face. That was no better. Gloriously red hair spread over the pillow like an aureole of pure flame.
Oh, I forgot – you’re not just a lecherous old man, you’re an obsessive too. For a man who only gets out once a year, you bed a lot of redheads.
Severus scrambled out of the bed, automatically covering his groin as he dragged his gaze from the girl. This wasn’t usually a problem. He preferred young women, but they generally didn’t prefer him, even when drunk. The older women with whom he generally found his pleasure never fell asleep afterwards; for all he knew, the girl in his bed might be there until morning. At that point (he guessed) she’d shriek in horror, hex him, and Disapparate. Best to sleep on the couch.
Five minutes later, he remembered why he’d wanted to buy a new couch last year.
Ten minutes later, he remembered the way her radiant hair had flowed over her breasts, leaving tantalising glimpses of freckled skin...
He swore and summoned a flask of Dreamless Sleep.
Morning came slowly and stickily. His lashes seemed glued together, but his ears were working, and his nose, and something was wrong. Someone was walking around – and there was some smell, something that didn’t belong in this dusty old cottage – bacon?
Severus dragged his eyes open and stared around. There was the girl – she was standing in his kitchen. In his shirt. Which was not only short but white.
She turned around, smiling. Oh, Merlin... the shirt was also too tight and too thin...
“Good morning!”
“Miss Weasley,” he said, covering his groin again.
She smirked. “I think, after last night, we ought to be on first-name terms.” She flicked that gorgeous hair over her shoulder.
“I think that you should leave. This isn’t appropriate, Miss Weasley.”
“What, afraid my brothers’ll come after you? I don’t kiss and tell... or anything else and tell, really.”
“You were my student. This is inappropriate in a variety of ways, such as – ah...”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t care. I like older men. And men with dark hair. And men with... hmm, other attributes. Things we don’t need to go into at the moment.” She sashayed closer and perched on the couch beside him. “If you keep arguing, I’ll think of a way to stop you. Believe me, I can.”
Severus stared down at their touching thighs – hers alabaster and freckled, his sallow and hairy. A splash of resplendent red hair tickled his hip.
“This is a bad idea,” he said finally.
“That’s my favourite kind.”

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arenee1999

I never really thought about this pairing before, but I really like this! :D

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Thanks!

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theshadowpanther

Hands - slash please.

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arenee1999

Please forgive me if this sucks! I rarely write fic and I've never attempted a Harry Potter fic.
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Harry paced in front of the gates to Malfoy Manor. He’d lost track of how long he had been there, while scenes from his dreams kept replaying in his head.

Hands gripping his hair while teeth nibble on his lower lip, a lock of platinum blonde hair brushing his cheek.

Harry shivered slightly and stopped pacing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before pushing the gates open and walking through.

He gently bit the pad of the perfectly manicured thumb that was tracing across his lips before sucking it into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around the thumb before releasing it and looked up into stormy gray eyes.

Harry strode up the long gravel drive and stopped at the steps leading up to the door. He stared up at the house that he hadn’t seen in over 5 years, the place that frequented his nightmares for longer than he cared to think about and wondered yet again if this was a good idea.

Pale hands gripping his hips as lips brushed gently across this thigh.

Harry climbed the steps and only hesitated for a moment as the door opened before him. He stepped in and passed through the foyer quickly, not wanting to let memories slow him; he went straight to where he knew he would find his quarry.

Hand slowly caressing his body, trailing fire in their wake.

Harry stepped through the door to the study and paused to stare at the man sitting behind the desk. His gaze drifted to the manicured fingers gripping the quill, his sharp intake of breath alerting the man to his presence.

“Harry Potter. To what do I owe the… pleasure of your company?” Lucius drawled, raising his eyebrow.

Harry noticed the slight tremor in Lucius’ hand as he lowered the quill to the desk and the almost panicked look in his eyes that was quickly hidden behind his mask of indifference. Harry quirked his lips and silently thanked Merlin for the rigorous course in body language provided during Auror training.

“I needed a question answered.”

“And what question would that be, Mr. Potter?”

He quickly crossed the room and leaned down to lightly brush his lips across Lucius’. He pulled back slightly to look into Lucius’ eyes, “That question,” Harry whispered.

Harry moaned quietly as Lucius’ hands grabbed his waist and pulled him onto his lap before claiming his lips in a scorching kiss.

~fin~

Edited Date: 2012-03-12 07:30 am (UTC)

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voldemortal.livejournal.com

leaves falling - Slytherin slash (any)

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The giant maple beside the lake glowed golden in the afternoon sun. It was the first tree to change colors in the autumn and, as always, Severus's favorite place to read when the weather allowed it.

Regulus watched him from across the lake as he approached. The wind blew, smelling faintly of an impending storm, and tickled a cascade of leaves from Severus's tree. They rained down on the boy hunched over his book, swirling around him in the lingering breeze. A single leaf, stark yellow, stuck to Severus's head, its stem caught in his hair. He didn't react; his obliviousness bringing a smile to Regulus's face.

Once he'd reached him, Regulus sat down beside Severus, setting a plate of food in front of him, and unceremoniously snatched his book away from him. Severus snarled at him, but Regulus paid him no mind, knowing it was without any real malice, and appraised the unadorned front cover of the book. "Flobberworms: A Treatise on the Practical and Theoretical Applications in Potions and Poultices." Regulus raised an eyebrow at him. "Sounds fascinating."

Severus turned his considerable nose up at Regulus. "I wouldn't expect a mindless twit such as yourself to understand the complex and subtle art of—"

"Flobberworms," Regulus said, cutting him off with an amused smirk.

Glaring, Severus puffed himself up to argue further, but Regulus put him off by plucking the errant leaf from Severus's hair. He caressed the length of the older boy's nose with the tip, silencing him, and distracting him from his adversity.

"I brought you lunch," he said quietly, enchanting them both by twirling the leaf between his finger and thumb. "Since you forgot. Again. Apparently because of worms."

Severus's lips thinned in irritation. Regulus knew he didn't like to be teased, even affectionately, but he really made it too difficult to resist sometimes.

Using the leaf as a bookmark, Regulus closed it and set it aside. He smiled in the face of Severus's seemingly constant state of annoyance and leaned forward to kiss it away.

"Eat," he commanded softly against lips before pulling away.

Severus nodded, pressing his lips together to savor the tingle, and pulled the plate of food into his lap.

The wind blew lazily again, stirring up more leaves around them. Regulus sighed contentedly and leaned back against the tree to watch.

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lovegingers.livejournal.com

Wonderful! Hehe, I love this pairing, you wrote them perfectly :)

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Thank you! It was my first attempt^///^

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arenee1999

I love this! Usually this pairing is angsty and dark, so this quiet little scene is lovely. :)

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Lol I know but I'm so bad at angst:'D

Thank you~!

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kitty_fic

This is wonderful! I love Severus/Regulus <3 and this is like perfection :)

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voldemortal.livejournal.com

I know I'm late, but *sigh* this was amazing. ♥ They're so... so together and perfect. I love this, you're the best.

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Patented Daydreams- Harry/Katie Bell

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coffee-n-cocoa.livejournal.com

Strawberries - Neville/Anyone (het or slash)

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lovegingers.livejournal.com

It was rare for the Potions Master to take a walk outside, but nonetheless, here he was. Severus didn’t really know what had possessed him to do something this inane—the weather wasn’t even nice today—but he blamed it on the view from his classroom.

This year he had been switched to teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts while Horace Slughorn had taken his place as Potions’ Professor and he had suddenly found himself with a classroom full of windows that he had no idea what to do with. Usually, he simply closed the shutters and ignored them, but it had been too dark for the lesson today and he had been forced to open them. He had been greeted with a clear view of the Herbology greenhouses and all of the odd plants that grew within them.

However, as he had looked closer, he had noted that there was a small patch of strawberries planted next to one of the greenhouses’ doors, just begging to be eaten. Severus loved strawberries, as loath as he was to admit it. If anyone discovered his odd penchant for the sweet red fruit his reputation of being a cold snarky man would be ruined.

Thus, the cunning Potions Master had devised a plan to sneak out during lunch and pick a few of them. He bent down, carefully plucked one ripe strawberry from the plant and bit into the succulent fruit. An explosion of sweetness filled his mouth and Severus was momentarily distracted, enough that the sound of footsteps behind him went unnoticed.

“U-um…Professor?”

Severus whirled around, robes billowing with the movement and the half-eaten strawberry still in hand. There, in all his awkward, clumsy glory was Neville Longbottom, stuttering out some sort of apology.

Drat. Of all people to have been caught by…though, Severus supposed that this was better than Potter finding him.

“Do you like them?”

Severus snapped out of his thoughts at the question, examining the sixteen-year-old before him. Longbottom was looking at him with a hidden hope in his eyes, and while he confidently made eye contact, his feet were shuffling on the ground and a blush was blossoming on his cheeks.

“It’s my first time growing a muggle plant, so I’m not sure if they taste right. I was just coming out to try them, actually…” he babbled, clearly nervous from Severus’ continuous staring.

…just as sweet as the strawberries he grows…

Perhaps the boy wasn’t as irritating as he’d once thought.

Severus stunned Neville with a rare, genuine smile.

“Yes, they are quite sweet.”

Neville’s answering smile was even sweeter.

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coffee-n-cocoa.livejournal.com

Oh, this is lovely! I like that Snape has a weakness and Neville unwittingly indulges it. Thank you so much!

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Ginny allowed herself to remain out of view for a little while longer, so she could imprint in her memory forever the brilliant sight that was her boyfriend: dirt covered, sweaty and shirtless, blue jean wearing and bare feet, having a wrestling match with several overgrown plants with shinning red fruit everywhere, while his wand lay currently unreachable, mere inches away, over a garden trolley. When it looked like the plants could potentially engulf and take him to some underground lair, Ginny decided to step in.

“Would Neville Longbottom, Master of all plants, accept the help of a Weasley with a black thumb, to save him from the pesky overgrown fruit?”

“Yeah any time you want to do that would be good Gin,” Neville replied, shifting himself to turn around and face her, “My arms are getting a little stiff,”

He managed turned around and when he did, arms raised behind his head and tangled together by the overgrown vines, making him look like a half-naked sacrifice to some horny fertility goddess of sorts, Ginny had to clench her fist around her wand and focus just on his smiling handsome face, to stop herself from a very improper banging session with him right then and there.

She shook her head, snapping out of the kind of daydreaming that would make even her twins brothers blush to the root of their hair, and pulling out her wand she stepped forward to face the plants. With a simple, but determined, wave of her wand she made the clinging vines cowardly retreat themselves off her very grateful boyfriend, who took that opportunity to stretch his well-toned arms as he smiled brightly at her.

She handed him his wand which he took gratefully, and with a quick swish motion and an audible POP! Hundred of the little red fruits plopped out of their stems. Another floushing and they all floated happily into large baskets he had placed by the side of the trolley.

“What’s plant you been working on? Strangling dirible plums or something?”

“No, these were supposed to be easy picking and harmless,” Neville said, picking several off the red fruits off the floor, “I been practicing growing non-magical plants. I was working on these strawberry plants but the growing potion got a bit out of hand,”
“And here I thought you were just as charming with plants,” Ginny said, and walked over to where him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and standing on tiptoes kissed him.
When she pulled away, she surveyed the many baskets spread around the little garden, filled to the brim with strawberries and other succulent looking fruits.

“What are all these for Neville?”

“erm- I wanted to surprise you with a basket full of fresh strawberries so we could go on that picnic trip you wanted,” Neville said, “I guess it got a bit out of hand,”

“I’m not much of a strawberry lover,” Ginny said, “Too sweet for my taste,”

“You haven’t tried them yet,” Neville said offering her one.

Ginny eyed the unusually crimson red strawberry, before swiftly snatching it up from Neville’s hand and plop it into her own mouth. The second she chew on it she raised her eyebrow in surprise.

“It tastes like a blood orange! More tart than sweet; how did you-“

“I remember you said you liked blood oranges best, so I asked your brothers and professor Sprout with some flavour altering fertilizing potion”

“They taste amazing Neville,” Ginny said licking her lips of the crimson red juice.

“I’m glad you liked them,” Neville said, “So have I made you a Strawberry girl?”

“You made me more of a “Neville’s plants girl,” She said, licking her lips clean and reaching up to kiss him.

Her Neville tasted like rhubarb.

(guuuh. I still can't write less than 500 words! sorry sorry, sorry!)

i'm not in trouble, right?

Edited Date: 2012-03-11 03:33 am (UTC)

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coffee-n-cocoa.livejournal.com

Thank you so much! I love the idea of flavor-altering fertilizer, and Ginny definitely liked the results! Now I'm wondering what other flavor combinations Neville could come up with... :)

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gamma-x-orionis.livejournal.com

Rose red - femmeslash, please

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Tickle - slash please

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scarletladyy.livejournal.com

Pearls - Pansy/Astoria :)

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Bonding ritual- Harry/canon female character

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successful Courtship- Albus Dumbledore/Minerva McGonagall

Edited Date: 2012-03-11 03:16 am (UTC)

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after two weeks- can we post these on our journals, and maybe make them longer?

i like mine, and would like to develop them

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Dancing- Het please. :D

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"One Last Dance" Narcissa/Remus
The June night was hot and sticky. Narcissa stared out across the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, watching her fellow seventh year students mill around excitedly. Whoever had decided to have an outdoor dance party to celebrate their last night at Hogwarts, she decided, was quite mad.
The wireless on the pitch let out a crackle of music. People began pairing off. Narcissa scowled as excited couples made their way towards it hand in hand, faces alight. Lovers were so boring. They never thought of anyone but one another, anything but pleasing their ‘other half’... she was lucky, really, that she wasn’t in love. She wouldn’t want to inflict that banality on other people.
Severus strode past her towards the castle, greasy hair hiding his face. Narcissa sighed. She could follow him, except that idiotic rumours would result. As if they’d be interested in one another. She folded her arms; the letter in her pocket crackled, reminding her of her mother’s instructions.
Lucius has chosen a lovely ring for you. You are to wear it when he meets you at King’s Cross tomorrow.
There were only three months and twenty-six days left until their wedding. She’d have no chance to escape; her parents had learned from Andromeda. Soon she’d be a Malfoy.
Almost all the students were dancing now. Her cousin Sirius spun girl after girl, grinning loutishly. Nearby Potter clung to Evans, while Pettigrew stared on. Lupin was... Narcissa turned her head, searching. Lupin was standing in the shadow of the stands, away from the excitement. Hiding again.
She oughtn’t to leave him there, surely. It was their last night. Tomorrow they’d stop being students and start being adults. He ought to have one last night of mindless fun.
Narcissa strode out resolutely, ignoring the little voice in her head that said Narcissa, this is a dreadful idea.
“Black,” he said, nodding.
Narcissa folded her arms. “I seem to recall we’ve been on first-name terms in the past, Remus.”
He grinned. “How exactly did Sirius convince you to give him the Slytherin password?”
A smile crept up her face at the memory. “I don’t recall, but I’m sure it made a great deal of sense at the time.” The smile widened. “And you must admit, Malfoy was simply asking for someone to dye his hair, given how much of it there is...”
Remus frowned. “Your betrothed.”
“Can’t I forget about him for one night?” Narcissa stepped closer to him. “Dance?”
“That’s not a good idea.”
“Please...”
He sighed hugely and held his arms out. Narcissa stepped into them, pressing her face into his chest. His head dropped onto hers; she heard him inhale.
“We aren’t dancing,” she murmured after a moment.
Remus trembled. She clung closer, wanting one more second of comforting homeness before the inevitable withdrawal.
He pulled away from her. “I have to go.” The words tore from his throat with the force of a growl; she could have sworn his eyes glowed. He stumbled away.
“Don’t,” she breathed, but he was gone.

A/N - Harry Potter Wikia says Narcissa's five years older than Remus. In my headcanon, they're the same age. Sorry if this bothers anyone.

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I never heard of this pairing. seems odd to me, but I really really liked your drabble thing!

I liked that Narcissa says to hell with formalities! and goes to talk to Remus and ask him to dance.

also interesting to see narcissa wasn't head over heels over lucius previous to marrying him.

and awwww Remus it's not like she's asking you for a kiss or something dangerous for you, just dance! poor self-tormented Remus lupin *hugs him*

what a nice thing you wrote, i enjoyed it muchly! thank you!

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A few years back I read an incomplete WIP fic that was Remus/Narcissa. Ever since then, I haven't been able to get them out of my head ;)

ah, the amount of angst that Remus can summon is epic... after all, Narcissa's way out of his league. Not that she wants a man who's in her 'league'...

thanks!

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arenee1999

Rain -- Any Pair -- Het or Slash

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