Additional info: romance, slash, femslash, cross gen, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, pre-Marauder era, Marauder era, Harry's era, Next Gen era, 2nd person POV, 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!
181: TeddyMollyII
He completely understood his mother now. Teddy dismissed snide remarks about his love life, because he knew it'd be worth it in the end.
Molly was, in most regards, his opposite. They were both Gryffindors and worked at the Ministry, but she was like her father, following rules to a T. Her rather unyielding personality merely gave rise to an odd sense of humor and a brilliant smile, which Teddy loved.
That was why Teddy understood his mother's desire for someone more straight-laced, someone to ground him, someone he could bring out of their shell.
Molly was that for him.
182: BellatrixKingsley
She has a few years of being evil under her belt by the time the fresh-faced Auror crosses paths with her. But Kingsley Shacklebolt is the first one, the only one to give her pause.
He looks at her with the same bloodlust she feels for others.
It thrills her. She briefly pauses out of curiosity, wondering who she took from him, but that's such an inconsequential thing. What matters is that her heart skips a beat, because she's never met another with such devotion. It very nearly matches hers.
Now…does she tell him or toy with her food?
183: ChoMarietta
It wasn't merely friendship that kept them together through the D.A. debacle.
"Surely you've got better things to do," Marietta chuckled as they sat together at her vanity their first summer out of Hogwarts.
Cho pursed her lips and helped Marietta with her makeup regardless. "Nothing more important, Mari. I know your inner beauty. I want to help you match the outside to the inside."
Marietta took the powder puff from her. "It's all right, Cho," she said, eyes downcast.
But it wasn't. So Cho ensured she knew Cho wasn't going anywhere, that her loyalty wasn't so easily cast aside.
184: DracoRon
You've only known cronies, admirers, and family with expectations. That's why, though you are loath to admit it, you watch Weasley with fascination.
Ron is a rainbow of emotions, displayed so openly, around others or by himself. Red anger, orange jealousy, blue doldrums, green anxiety—he can't contain his colors and probably wouldn't even if he knew how.
It frustrates you, who learned that careful display of emotion equals decorum. So…you begrudgingly ask about his temperament.
He insists he can't help.
But your reaction? You're well on your way to experiencing a rainbow of emotions around Ron, aren't you?
185: OliverAdrian
Adrian was and always would be the fairest snake on a Quidditch pitch. Hogwarts or the professional league—they would always be on opposite teams, but Oliver could trust that he'd get a fair game out of Adrian.
That was why he couldn't understand that Adrian kept interrupting him every time Oliver would attempt to ask him out after their matches. "I mean, Adrian—Pucey," he caught himself, in case he'd been mistaken about their friendliness, "do you dislike me?"
Adrian quirked one eyebrow. "No, Oliver," he replied, stressing the Keeper's first name. "I prefer to do the asking myself."
186: ScorpiusRoxanne
He had no real desire to irritate his parents. He loved them a lot and got along with them well, and they enjoyed his closest mates even though his grandparents still stuck their noses up at Al's and Rose's surnames.
But…something about the utter disaster that was Roxanne delighted Scorpius. Perhaps it was her desire to take her father's Wheezes to the extreme. Perhaps it was her "Blast-it-all" attitude when faced with challenging assignments. Perhaps it was her laugh when people turned green, hearing her name.
He did wonder, though, if he'd ever be able to bring her home…
187: RowenaHelga
People too easily spoke of "Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin" in the same breath; "Hufflepuff" often came last, like an afterthought. But, for Rowena, Helga was charming and at the forefront of her mind. It was why she held her breath now, waiting for Helga's response.
Helga's amber eyes twinkled. "I've always wanted to write a magical cookbook," she admitted. Her rosy cheeks darkened as she glanced at Rowena. "And you'll aid me, Rowena?"
"Of course, Helga. Anything for you."
Helga chuckled. "Then I hope you won't tire of me while we compose it!"
Rowena nearly burst with her true feelings.
188: ScabiorRegulus
They were the same age, but Scabior looked at Regulus Black and saw a rock star. Regulus had it all—
The name.
The fortune.
The fame.
Fans who knew to look but not to touch.
And he had the swagger, too. Sure, it changed over the years, and Regulus' air became too dark in sixth and seventh year for most others' taste, but Scabior soaked up the scant word Regulus threw his way. Scabior admired him, this sharp, dangerous, beautiful wizard…
…ah. He probably hung off Regulus' every last word a little too much to call this only admiration anymore.
189: ChoSeamus
If you are going to fulfill a promise to yourself, a real thing once said in passing to Cedric on what you thought was a whim, then now is the time. Quidditch will always need new professional players.
But first: You will need a new broom. Head to Quality Quidditch Supplies and see what's in stock and…hold on. Isn't that Harry's old mate? The Irish lad from the D.A.?
Oh, Merlin. Only Seamus Finnigan debates Quidditch stats before selling equipment. Perhaps you ought to try another store.
…then again, no other store has someone so infuriatingly charming as Seamus.
190: LavenderMichael
They have a quiet life together. Their friend groups blend together better than supposed because they have the Patils in common, but Lavender and Michael are rather effortless, and she believes it's because they're a beautiful couple. As in, physically beautiful (though, all right, other beauty doesn't hurt, but still).
She thinks they make sense. Ravenclaws are cobalt and bronze, so Michael needed a beautiful blonde like her at his side.
Lavender isn't worried she's alone in her thoughts. Michael catches her eye, quirks his eyebrow, and smiles before he reaches up to run a hand through her bronze locks.
Remarks for—
Ch182: *lol* Writing Bella is both fun and hard. But it's an interesting twist/premise here, Kingsley pitted against her early in his career only to catch her eye.
Ch189: XD An early ship from over a decade ago, the idea of Chomus still delights me.
Ch190: Maybe a little silly and/or superficial, but this was different for me since I, for once, finally played up Lav's vanity. I kinda like the softness of Lavchael here, tho.
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