Additional info: romance, slash, femslash, cross gen, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, pre-Marauder era, Harry's era, Next Gen era, 3rd person POV
Summary: Song by Sammy Davis, Jr., 100-word drabbles by mew. So is unrequited love always unrequited? | Various pairings, eras, etc. Includes het, slash, femslash, cross-gen, next-gen, but nothing too bad. Read it all or only what you like!
271: CharlieFleur
After the first task, Charlie dawdled in helping to package up the dragons to return to Romania. The champions had done well enough—he'd congratulate Harry later—but Beauxbatons' star witch's performance had made him squirm. "Close call," he said when she appeared to see them off.
"A leetle fire eez no trouble," Fleur replied. But her eyes glittered with fear at the beasts behind him.
"You know, they're not as scary as you think." He smiled. "It takes training to overcome that fear, Miss Delacour."
Slowly, she returned his smile. "…I 'ave nevair been asked out over dragons before."
272: HestiaCHestiaJ
She spied jet-haired Jones in passing when she and Flora tagged along with their father on a Ministry errand. Hestia's eyes lingered on the way raucous laughter lit up the young Auror's face as she returned to the office with her ragged band of colleagues.
But Hestia's twin pinched her arm, hard, yanking Hestia's attention away. "Carrows don't mingle with Aurors for good reason," Flora reminded her sister.
Hestia knew the curse and weight of their surname. But the allure of Hestia Jones' ruby-lipped smile was enough to make Hestia consider it perhaps was time for that fact to change.
273: LilyLPLysander
Lysander has a soft heart. It's what enables him to frown at his twin's antics but say he loves him in the same breath, to speak fondly of his parents' eccentric travels, to love unconditionally.
So Lily's got to be gentle. But when has she ever learned not to be rough and tough in a household with older brothers and a family of Quidditch nuts? The Potters are a hardy family, for good reason.
…for Lysander's sake, though, she'll learn. She desperately wants to, for this sweet boy whose soft heart always has a shy smile to send her way.
274: DaphneNeville
"This place is overridden with people who do not belong."
Pansy's words stung long after the blonde abandoned her friend at the Yule Ball. Daphne knew Pansy didn't mean her but their classmates, but she felt it unfair, especially since Pansy had said that while watching Neville and Ginny dance.
Neville cleaned up so nice, too, and danced like a gentleman. It was why Daphne skirted around the Great Hall, away from Pansy… She was waiting to put her old etiquette to good use, if only Ginny would take a break and set him free for another witch's fancy tonight…
275: HelenaSirius
Helena rounds the ceiling of the Great Hall—and halts when mischievous eyes find hers. "It can't be," she breathes.
But Sirius smiles and shakes his head. "It is."
"But that means," she says with a pout, drifting closer. She touches him, and he's cold and warm at once. It's the unique sensation of a fellow ghost.
"It does, old friend," Sirius confirms. "There was…a skirmish, and I fell through something that I see now acts like a gateway." He speaks not of death, nor does he mention how his heart led him back to the castle—
—to her.
276: AlbusGellert
Gellert bristled with magic untamed. It both frightened and intrigued Albus, drawing out one visit into two into three, and the whole summer flew past them in a heartbeat. The world would wait for them when the seasons changed.
But then Gellert would smile at him. And Albus' worries would seem so much less, so far away.
Bathilda's and Elphias' concerns were inconsequential… Albus' family didn't need a say… He and Gellert had a connection that none could explain, that none had experienced before…
Gellert smiled, and Albus knew that their moments now, in this moment, were all that mattered.
277: CormacCharlie
Charlie laughs when Cormac arrives at the Dragon Plains. "So you've conquered the world of Quidditch already?"
Cormac rolls his shoulders in a casual shrug, because he's not the ickle firstie yearning to play on the same team as his senior anymore. He's Cormac McLaggen, who achieves anything he sets out to do. "Quidditch one day, Romania the next. I've got this," he states.
"That cockiness won't get you anywhere in Romania."
But Cormac eyes him with a grin; the scrutiny makes Charlie laugh and redden, but he doesn't shy away. "We'll see about that, Weasley."
"Stubborn as ever, McLaggen…"
278: LavenderRomilda
It wasn't so terrible, being vain.
Only Romilda understood it, though, Lavender wanting to cover up her wounds with the latest fashion and the hottest cosmetics and the trendiest spells. She went with her to every store and sometimes even dredged up spells that passed Lavender by. She minded the way she leaned in to the older Gryffindor, too, in case today was a painful day. Romilda understood, and she showed it.
But Lavender appreciated that, Romilda's company and ministrations and more, because not every scar was a badge of honor, even if it brought the two of them together.
279: PenelopeLucius
He's not so severe when he smiles, Penny thinks when she catches him between Ministry meetings and whispers.
Lucius is accustomed to sneering, but he's not all cloak-and-dagger-and-Galleons-slipped-to-officials as everyone thinks and he'd like others to believe. There are certain meetings he exits with a bead of sweat on his brow and a triumphant twinkle in his eye before he smiles in relief. It's a smile of triumph won through hard work of sorts.
So Penny decrees that someone who smiles sincerely and doesn't chastise her for catching him in a vulnerable moment can't be all that bad…she hopes.
280: HermioneBlaise
She didn't need an audience in the library, searching for a solution to Harry's conundrum with Slughorn. Yet, whenever she rounded an aisle, she spied Blaise somewhere in the background. Hermione sent him a pointed stare, a warning to back off.
Blaise nodded in reply but shrugged and held up his hands in a calming manner as he neared. "No need to be hostile, Granger."
"Then may I help you, Zabini?"
He snickered. "You're amusing to watch, you know. Like a storm blowing through the stacks but with a mission." He raised his eyebrows appreciatively.
And Hermione felt oddly flattered.
Remarks for—
Ch272: Me, forever in love with Hestia^2, all bc of "Trip the Darkness," *asdfghjkl*.
Ch275: Ngl, been thinking about them recently, and this premise for the Veil has me like. *eyes emoji*
Ch279: Oh, the things we want to believe when we don't know the half of it. Or, me writing more Lucius bc I love him, *lol*. *eyes all my other Lucius rarepair WIPs* Oof…
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