It’s the Fourth and LAST Week of Last Drabble Writer Standing!
Our prompt this week was purple, any shade, and the word itself doesn't have to be in the drabble. The word count is 100 words exactly. We have some royally creative drabbles for you to read if you’ll check out THIS google doc!
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All drabbles are posted anonymously while everyone is voting; author reveals and voting results will be posted on Monday.
You have two days to READ and VOTE! This is your last chance to vote since it's the last week of the competition. Then on Monday, we'll see who's the Last Drabble Writer Standing. Readers are just as important as writers in this competition; we can’t do it without you!!!
Hermione is with Viktor, but he couldn't have been less interested in giving her what she needs. Fortunately, there's someone else who will. Someone who's been waiting a long time for another chance. - (8.6k words)
🌿A Little Pick-Me-Up - Hermione/Draco - 🔥
A competition to see who has the best pickup line backfires when Hermione uses Draco’s hand as a necklace, with sExXxXyY rEsuLtS (I’m so bad at summaries) - (7.4k words)
🌿 Botanical Warfare - Hermione/Draco - 🌷🤡
Someone’s sending his girlfriend flowers. Draco’s not fucking happy about it.
🌿 Hands Off - Hermione/Draco - 🔥🤡
Possessive Malfoy doesn't like hands on his wife. Only his. So she finds something else for him to do with them - (9.1k words)
🌿 Honey Sweet - Hermione/Draco - 🔥👻
He's there every single night. Without fail. The wardrobe is just big enough to watch from. (6.6k words)
🌿I was just thinking about it, I’m not gonna do it - Hermione/Draco - 🔥🌷
Draco has a breeding kink and is supposed to pull out but accidentally, like, doesn’t - (2.2k words)
🌿 I was made for loving you, baby - Pansy/Pansy, Pansy/Luna 🔥🌷😖🏳️🌈
If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Or: Pansy has a run in with the mirror of erised. (5k words)
A collection of Hogwarts-based drabbles as part of the Last Drabble Writer Standing competition- (5.9k words)
🌿LDWS: Shakespeare in Love (Winner!) - Multiple Pairings - 😖🌷🤡🏳️🌈
A collection of Shakespearean drabbles as part of the Last Drabble Writer Standing competition - (3.9k words)
🌿No Hard Feelings - Hermione/Draco - 🔥🌷🤡
Hermione’s ex is getting married. Her date for his wedding is the only one who believes she’s over him. So they’d better prove it. - (10k words)
🌿No Secrets Amongst Friends - Hermione/Draco (+Theo) - 🔥🌷
Theo helps his best friends to be a little more... open-minded. (2.2k words)
🌿Proof - Hermione/Draco - 🔥👻
Draco doesn't want this. He does, but he doesn't. He'll lose everything, or he'll lose her. But Hermione knows what she wants. And she's taking it. (2.9k words)
🦋 All I want for Christmas is five fucking minutes - Hermione/Draco - 🌷🔥 🤡
Colleagues and single parents juggle their lives to get some... 'grown-up' time. The office Secret Santa means Hermione can give Draco what he really wants for Christmas. (14k words)
🦋 Cut, Expose - Hermione/Severus Snape - 😖🌷🔥
Severus takes an eighth-year Hermione on as an apprentice. He acts professionally around her… Until she makes it impossible for him to do so. (14k words)
🦋 I warned you there’d be consequences - Hermione/Fred/George - 🔥🌷😖🤡
Ron's been cheating on her. His twin brothers are even angrier about it than Hermione is. Oops. (12k words)
🦋 If the Shoe Fits - Hermione/Draco - 🤡🌷🔥
Size queen Hermione gets stuck in the wall of the Room of Requirement. The man with the perfect cock finds her. But he keeps disappearing x so now, she has to try and find him. (24k words)
🦋 Keep Your Wand Up - Hermione/Draco - 🤡🌷🔥
Draco lowered his wand. And now, people are joking that he’ll never get it up again. So if the entire school were to just so happen to find out he was still a virgin– Yeah. You see the problem. But he soon finds out that he's not the only one. And that might be the thing that saves him. (19.6k words)
🦋 Never, Under Any Circumstances - Hermione / Draco - 🤡🌷🔥
Hermione forgets to buy a present for the Secret Santa exchange. So, she offers her giftee the one thing he's always wanted. Because giving Draco Malfoy a free pass to kiss her, even once couldn't possibly go wrong. Could it? (15k words)
🦋 Perennial - Hermione/Neville - 🌷😖🔥
He’s her best friend. He wouldn’t ruin that. Or: Neville pines for seventeen years. (19k words)
☂️Tell Me What You Want - Hermione/Draco - 🔥🌷🤡😖
Tensions are high. People are remembering how much they used to hate each other. A masquerade ball will keep things calm.
It won't leave Hermione frantically trying to cover up the fact she's slept with her worst enemy. It won't mean she now sees Draco Malfoy in a different light than she did before. It definitely won't make things awkward now that she might be his boss on a permanent basis. It won't. It won't.
Hermione’s husband wants an heir, but he can’t get her pregnant.
Draco Malfoy's blood curse has him desperate to get someone pregnant, but doesn’t want a legitimate heir.
It’s a match made in heaven, and nothing at all is going to go wrong.
Nothing.
At.
All.
Submission for WEEK 4: drabble must be 100 words exactly and the color purple must feature. Check out all the submissions in the MI6 Cafe Last Drabble Writer Standing collection!
Just thinking about Exposure Therapy 🥹 It’s like the perfect length, but also 1000000 words short. I love it so much
Legitimately cannot express how grateful I am right now in this very moment of time for the exercise in concision that was NYC Midnight, fandom competitions and my own personal approach to Advent. Like. You CAN say a very great deal in 777 words! That skill becomes extremely helpful when you have to carve away tens of thousands! Seriously tho LDWS was a blast and everyone should go seek those collections out and read them. Whenever I see someone say "nothing will ever be as well-written as [insert massively popular fic here]" I start foaming at the mouth. My good madam thousands of brilliantly crafted jewel box short stories are standing right here.
Nobody induces tunnel-vision in Draco like Hermione Granger. The moment she’s within arm’s reach he’s drawing her to his lap, eyes devouring her whole. “Gods, your legs in these tights.”
Her hand curls around his nape. “I thought about you all day.”
He peppers kisses down her throat. “Tell me.”
“Your fingers,” she guides his hand beneath the hem of her mini-skirt, “here.”
He makes a rasping noise. “Like this?”
“Mhm, just like that.”
“Then?”
The door bursts open.
Draco curses, maneuvering Hermione across his thighs.
Pansy’s eyes are puffy. “Father’s marrying me off.”
He tenses. “Who is it this time?”
“Marcus Flint.” She hugs herself. “I can’t marry him! Don’t you remember his teeth?”
“You won’t,” says Draco fiercely.
Hermione drops a kiss on his temple, claiming a raincheck for later.
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“Did you know,” Draco’s lips brush the skin beneath her earlobe, “you smell sweetest right here.” He inhales deeply, curving a possessive arm around her waist from behind.
She grins against her champagne flute. “I wore this dress for you.”
“I worship this dress.” He traces patterns up her naked spine. “I might take you against this counter.”
Her eyelids flutter shut. “I might let you.”
Clunky heels storm into the kitchen. “Hermione!” Ginny is fuming. “You said Harry wasn’t coming. He’s here with Daphne fucking Greengrass!”
“We’re busy,” snaps Draco.
“No, we’re not.” Hermione slips out of his grip. “I’m sorry, Gin. He told me he was working overnight. Draco, fetch her a drink.”
He rolls his eyes, muttering to himself as he leaves.
“Make it a double!” Ginny calls after him.
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“Right there!” Hermione’s nails rake across his shoulder blades. “Don’t stop.”
He props her higher against the wall. Trousers pooled around his ankles. “Hermione,” he repeats over and over. Cheeks flushed; hair thoroughly tussled.
She squeezes his hips. White-hot pleasure shooting across her veins.
Blinding light ignites the corridor.
“Draco, old sport.” A Labrador Patronus bounds towards them, speaking in Theo’s voice. “You with Grangey-girl? Met these Muggle women, Blaise and I did. Fit as fuck, mate. You should see the tits on- Get to the point, git- Right. Draco, Granger, our Muggle connoisseur goddess, please come get us. We’re lost and a teensy tad sloshed.”
Draco presses his damp forehead to hers. Frustrated and out of breath. “Why are we responsible for everyone?”
“Because we’re responsible.” She gasps when he shifts against her. “I don’t want to be responsible right now.”
“They can wait.” He jerks his hips, and earns a sweet moan in response. “Everyone can fucking wait.”
(425 words, written for LDWS Week 3 Hera, came in 3rd place)
Fun fact: this is the original version, I was told it was too explicit for the contest and had to tone it down. Oops. Here’s the contest version.
Hermione felt bitter acid fill her mouth. It still stung almost a year on, that gaining her power had ruined her life, and made her a walking death machine. Even now as she sat on the hard stone window seat, the students passing by, gave her a wide berth. Everyone, except her arch nemesis Draco Malfoy, who was approaching with a grave look on his face. Not that she was much competition to him these days.
Not with the way the books melted in her hands and her clothes were filled with holes from the stray drops of acid that she couldn’t control. Everyone avoided the girl who could scar you with her touch.
“No. I take no pleasure in beating someone who cannot even compete.” His words stung.
She snapped, “Well, I’m sorry for making this boring for you.”
“That’s not…” his eyes flashed, and he hissed, “I don’t enjoy seeing you suffer Hermione. This last year has been torture.”
He continued walking toward her, and she could feel the tell-tale heat in her hands as the acid began to pool.
“Stay back! I can’t control it!”
“Let me help you,” he insisted.
“What!?”
“Let. Me. Help. You.” He said again firmly.
The acid was starting to drip. She could hear it hissing against the stone.
“Fine!”
His hands shot out and curled around her cheeks. Instantly the acid stopped, and with wide eyes she looked up at him, as his thumbs traced over her cheekbones.
“How?” She breathed.
“I got my power. I cancel out other powers.”
Her mind raced; this could change everything. “I guess, I’ll just have to keep you around.”
He leaned down toward her, his breath ghosting against her lips. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
This was written for the Last Drabble Writer Standing. It placed 11th out of 38 which I'm pretty stoked with. Especially considering I don't normally write AU's.
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