Lindsey/Tara and Harry/Draco
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starsthatshineSome more of those ficlets.... This is just two as well and the others have to get done later, but they will get done. Some are hard to write and needs a little bit more time to write. Here is a Lindsey/Tara fic and a Draco/Harry.
The Bus Station:
The bus station in Los Angeles was strangely filled with activity. People rushed by with a child on every arm and a third one running around their legs. There were screams from small babies, the cigarette smoke from an old man smelled throughout the station, even though it was illegal to smoke.
Lindsey muttered absently and muttered something about the health and complaint to himself. His car had broke down yesterday, which forced him to take the bus to work. He brushed the hair away from his forehead, even though it was totally unnecessary, and brushed some dirt from his very expensive pants.
Suddenly he saw a blonde woman sitting a few metres away from him, looking gloomy, looking at her hands, sitting on one of the endless seats. She looked just like the kind of girl that had a husband or a few children, if she only had been a few years older.
The blonde/brown hair was slightly darker than that coloured shit that most women were into these days and there was just this... naturalness about her that made it worth to look at her a little more closely.
Natural people were rare in Lindsey's world. Where ever he turned he saw women maked up to their teeth and heels higher than Empire State Building. This girl was special; therefore it bothered him that she looked so sad. He wasn't the only one that had noticed her, she had to know that there would be millions that would want her, then why did she just look like she had lost her puppy?
****
Tara had noticed the handsome man, staring at her, studying her like a mildly interesting TV program. She tried not to stare back at him; it seemed awkward and weird doing so. She guessed that when she did look at him, maybe her eyes lingered a little bit more than they should have, maybe he noticed?
Tara returned to watch her hands, but now it was so boring compared to the stranger.
He looked so out of place. He had a fancy suit, probably cost more than Tara made in a year. Every hair on his head sat perfectly. But still he sat there, on the bus station, together with millions of people who barely had half of what he had on his bank account.
That was what made him so interesting.
In that second, Tara noticed that she had been caught in the act, with her staring. Instead of looking like a deer caught in red lights, she smiled vaguely to him, made a slight blush and returned to watching her hands.
It wasn't until moments later that she realized that the man had mysteriously moved away. Tara tried to look for him, without bending too much with her head so that people noticed, but she couldn't find him.
"Looking for anyone, Miss?" a voice asked beside her which startled her and felt her breath stop for a second.
She turned around quickly and saw the handsome man smile at her with striking lots of confidence. She wasn't surprised.
"N-no..." Tara blushed again and she somehow sighed. She didn't know why she sighed, she just felt like sighing.
Her thoughts travelled back to Willow, back in Sunnydale for a moment, it felt odd to think of her. She hadn't seen her in two weeks but it felt like a small life time ago that they had been together. Tara guessed her heart still ached over her.
"I'm Lindsey."
"I'm Tara." she replied and shook his hand.
Maybe with some time that aching heart would heal.
THE END.
Then we have the biggest slash couple in HP fandom:
Rating: R. My first R rated fic ever.
Another Fight, Another Day and Some More Rules
Smash. A fist connected to Harry's face. Smack. A pair of lips met his.
If his lips had been his fist, it would bruise for days.
Harry punched back. He glared at Malfoy, who was smirking as Harry's attempt of a hit passed him.
Smash. Smack. Smash.
"I hate you."
Smash.
"I hate you more." Malfoy replied.
Smack.
Harry had no idea how this merry-go-around had started of hits and brutal kisses - it had just sort of happened. Harry had expected to see a sign flashing of red neon that told him that this was wrong.
But there was no sign. There was just the part of his brain reminding him of this insanity.
Smash.
Smack.
Harry's fingers find their way into Malfoy's hair, turning, twisting and messing around Malfoy's perfect blonde hair.
Malfoy groans in complaint but he does nothing to remove Harry's hands.
An unexpected wave of accomplishment flashes over Harry like a wave meeting shore.
Smash.
Malfoy's pushed him into the ground. His legs are entwined with Harry's.
"I loathe you." Malfoy reminds him. As if he needed to.
Malfoy presses him hard into the stone-cold floor. Harry doesn't reply, he just glares and tries to put in a blow somewhere on Malfoy. Just somewhere would do.
A crushed finger, a broken arm, a bruised face... Harry would settle for anything.
Smack.
Smash. Smash.
"I despise you." Harry tells Malfoy as Harry's glasses disappear somewhere on the floor. He thinks he hears them break.
Smack.
"Good,"
"Imagine the look on Weasel's face if he saw this." Malfoy later adds, and that sadistic smirk flashes onto his face.
Smack. Harry somehow manages to hit Malfoy's stomach briefly.
"Ahhha..." Malfoy smirks warningly, "My game today, Potter. This means - my rules." He whispers into Harry's ear softly, sounding seductive and partly scary on the same time.
But Harry doesn't notice. He's staring into Malfoy's eyes.
"Maybe next time," Malfoy plants a mocking kiss just below Harry's ear and continues to whisper softly, "You'll be on top."
the end.
I hope you all like them. I'm really proud of my Harry/Draco ficlet, it might not be award winning but I think it's really good. Please read and make my day. Comments makes me even happier.
The Bus Station:
The bus station in Los Angeles was strangely filled with activity. People rushed by with a child on every arm and a third one running around their legs. There were screams from small babies, the cigarette smoke from an old man smelled throughout the station, even though it was illegal to smoke.
Lindsey muttered absently and muttered something about the health and complaint to himself. His car had broke down yesterday, which forced him to take the bus to work. He brushed the hair away from his forehead, even though it was totally unnecessary, and brushed some dirt from his very expensive pants.
Suddenly he saw a blonde woman sitting a few metres away from him, looking gloomy, looking at her hands, sitting on one of the endless seats. She looked just like the kind of girl that had a husband or a few children, if she only had been a few years older.
The blonde/brown hair was slightly darker than that coloured shit that most women were into these days and there was just this... naturalness about her that made it worth to look at her a little more closely.
Natural people were rare in Lindsey's world. Where ever he turned he saw women maked up to their teeth and heels higher than Empire State Building. This girl was special; therefore it bothered him that she looked so sad. He wasn't the only one that had noticed her, she had to know that there would be millions that would want her, then why did she just look like she had lost her puppy?
****
Tara had noticed the handsome man, staring at her, studying her like a mildly interesting TV program. She tried not to stare back at him; it seemed awkward and weird doing so. She guessed that when she did look at him, maybe her eyes lingered a little bit more than they should have, maybe he noticed?
Tara returned to watch her hands, but now it was so boring compared to the stranger.
He looked so out of place. He had a fancy suit, probably cost more than Tara made in a year. Every hair on his head sat perfectly. But still he sat there, on the bus station, together with millions of people who barely had half of what he had on his bank account.
That was what made him so interesting.
In that second, Tara noticed that she had been caught in the act, with her staring. Instead of looking like a deer caught in red lights, she smiled vaguely to him, made a slight blush and returned to watching her hands.
It wasn't until moments later that she realized that the man had mysteriously moved away. Tara tried to look for him, without bending too much with her head so that people noticed, but she couldn't find him.
"Looking for anyone, Miss?" a voice asked beside her which startled her and felt her breath stop for a second.
She turned around quickly and saw the handsome man smile at her with striking lots of confidence. She wasn't surprised.
"N-no..." Tara blushed again and she somehow sighed. She didn't know why she sighed, she just felt like sighing.
Her thoughts travelled back to Willow, back in Sunnydale for a moment, it felt odd to think of her. She hadn't seen her in two weeks but it felt like a small life time ago that they had been together. Tara guessed her heart still ached over her.
"I'm Lindsey."
"I'm Tara." she replied and shook his hand.
Maybe with some time that aching heart would heal.
THE END.
Then we have the biggest slash couple in HP fandom:
Rating: R. My first R rated fic ever.
Another Fight, Another Day and Some More Rules
Smash. A fist connected to Harry's face. Smack. A pair of lips met his.
If his lips had been his fist, it would bruise for days.
Harry punched back. He glared at Malfoy, who was smirking as Harry's attempt of a hit passed him.
Smash. Smack. Smash.
"I hate you."
Smash.
"I hate you more." Malfoy replied.
Smack.
Harry had no idea how this merry-go-around had started of hits and brutal kisses - it had just sort of happened. Harry had expected to see a sign flashing of red neon that told him that this was wrong.
But there was no sign. There was just the part of his brain reminding him of this insanity.
Smash.
Smack.
Harry's fingers find their way into Malfoy's hair, turning, twisting and messing around Malfoy's perfect blonde hair.
Malfoy groans in complaint but he does nothing to remove Harry's hands.
An unexpected wave of accomplishment flashes over Harry like a wave meeting shore.
Smash.
Malfoy's pushed him into the ground. His legs are entwined with Harry's.
"I loathe you." Malfoy reminds him. As if he needed to.
Malfoy presses him hard into the stone-cold floor. Harry doesn't reply, he just glares and tries to put in a blow somewhere on Malfoy. Just somewhere would do.
A crushed finger, a broken arm, a bruised face... Harry would settle for anything.
Smack.
Smash. Smash.
"I despise you." Harry tells Malfoy as Harry's glasses disappear somewhere on the floor. He thinks he hears them break.
Smack.
"Good,"
"Imagine the look on Weasel's face if he saw this." Malfoy later adds, and that sadistic smirk flashes onto his face.
Smack. Harry somehow manages to hit Malfoy's stomach briefly.
"Ahhha..." Malfoy smirks warningly, "My game today, Potter. This means - my rules." He whispers into Harry's ear softly, sounding seductive and partly scary on the same time.
But Harry doesn't notice. He's staring into Malfoy's eyes.
"Maybe next time," Malfoy plants a mocking kiss just below Harry's ear and continues to whisper softly, "You'll be on top."
the end.
I hope you all like them. I'm really proud of my Harry/Draco ficlet, it might not be award winning but I think it's really good. Please read and make my day. Comments makes me even happier.
