#microficmay 2026

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comfort II - HP microficmay 2026 George Weasley; Angelina Johnson/Fred Weasley

“It’s a shop,” Angelina pleaded. “I’ve a right to be here, don’t I?” George avoided her eyes, as always. Every day since the war she’d come in, just to look at him. Him. “Please. I’m not bothering anyone, I—” “Leave now,” George said quietly. “And please, don’t come in again.”

prompt from @escapeinmybookshelf (see this post) | my microficmay 2026 collection on Ao3

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matched - HP microficmay 2026 Vincent Crabbe & Gregory Goyle

Their robes were fine, never-before-worn. Custom-fitted. “Have you danced before?” Vince asked, eyes on the crowd. “No,” Greg said. “But… I practiced.” Vince grunted. “I saw.” “Oh.” Other students whirled past. “D’you think you’ll dance tonight, then?” Greg crossed his arms. Uncrossed them. Shifted. “No,” he mumbled. “I probably won’t.”

for @yellowfork | prompt from @escapeinmybookshelf (see this post) | my microficmay 2026 collection on Ao3

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loyal - HP microficmay 2026 Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Golden Trio

Two nights after the battle, they lie in a bedroom at Grimmauld, finally alone. In silence. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” Hermione whispers into the dark, “but I don’t think I can sleep without Harry.” Ron squeezes her hand, relieved. “Think he’d sleep here with us if we asked?”

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comfort - HP microficmay 2026 Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley

Neville was unsure why Ginny’d tagged along. He was perfectly capable of picking his own furniture. “If you get a bigger one,” Ginny pointed at a double bed, “it’ll be bigger.” “Airtight logic, that.” “I mean,” she glanced over, “there’d be more space for... horizontal activities.” “Oh,” Neville said. Oh.

for @laughingatthestorm | prompt from @escapeinmybookshelf (see this post) | my microficmay 2026 collection on Ao3

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first crush - HP microficmay 2026 Firenze/Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall set the finishing touches on Firenze's personal quarters. “Spot-on, wouldn't you say?” She nodded at the transfigured ceiling, her glasses reflecting starlight. She was neither horse nor man: she was a woman. Firenze had never seen one before, and now he couldn't stop looking. “Beautiful,” he admitted.

prompt from @escapeinmybookshelf (see this post) | my microficmay 2026 collection on Ao3

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courting - HP microficmay 2026 Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley

“Chivalry is dead.” Blaise rolled his eyes. “Relax.” “I’m perfectly relaxed,” Draco snapped. “I don’t care Longbottom can’t tell a Viennese waltz from a slow waltz, I’m just feeling sorry for his victims.” “What, for Ginny Weasley?” Draco turned pink. “Moreso for the institution of ballroom dancing, and pureblood etiquette!”

for @escapeinmybookshelf | prompt from @escapeinmybookshelf (see this post) | my microficmay 2026 collection on Ao3

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joy - HP microficmay 2026 Narcissa Black Malfoy

Narcissa stared at her last peacock chicks’ remains—her pride and joy, her source of delight, reduced to bloody feathers. “Does Mistress want Mibsy to purchase new eggs for the incubator?” “No,” Narcissa croaked. They’d only end up like the others. By now, Nagini had evidently developed a taste.

prompt from @escapeinmybookshelf (see this post) | my microficmay 2026 collection on Ao3

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dalliance - HP microficmay 2026 Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson

It was getting dark outside the windows. The train’s movements were dampened by Pansy’s soft thighs and Draco’s eyes drooped as she kept stroking his hair, stroke, stroke. He’d miss this. He’d have to tell her they were over, later. Tonight. Or tomorrow. Once he got to the cabinet, maybe.

prompt from @escapeinmybookshelf (see this post) | my microficmay 2026 collection on Ao3