Jelsemium (jelsemium) wrote,

Testing cuts

Title: Firewhiskey Frolics
House: Hufflepuff
Word count: 100
Characters: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Refusals
Author’s Notes: I'm still blaming the Carbon Monoxide Plot Bunnies for this.

Draco went to the Hogshead, not wanting to see any of his housemates. He didn’t want Gryffindors, either.

“Potter,” Draco sneered.

Potter looked up from his drink. “Go. Away.”

“I hear Weaslette shot you down.”

“At least she was polite to me.”

Draco saw that Potter was drinking firewhiskey. Interesting, maybe he could trick Saint Potter into doing something stupid that would ruin his reputation.

“What we should do is get together…”

Potter looked alarmed. “You! Are! Not! My! Type!” Then he fled.

“You idiot, that’s not…!” Draco gaped. Potter didn’t really think that Draco had propositioned him, did he?

Title: Sweeping Proposal
House: Hufflepuff
Word count: 100
Characters: Ron
Challenge: Refusals
Author’s Notes: Yeah, the Carbon Monoxide Plot Bunnies, again.

Ron knelt gracefully and held up the antique ring. “I love you,” he breathed. “Marry me and I will spend the rest of my life devoted to making you happy.”

“Oh, Ron,” breathed the brown-eyed beauty. “Sorry, I can’t marry you.”

“What? Why not?”

“Well, for one thing, you’re my brother.”


“Sorry, why on Earth are you kneeling? I’m not going to knight you!”

“It’s the Muggle custom!”

“Why not propose using wizarding customs?”

“Hermione would puke on me.”

“She hates wizarding customs?”

“She does when they involve sweeping her off her feet with a broom.”

Title: Dress Finale
House: Hufflepuff
Word count: 100
Characters: Draco, Pansy.
Challenge: Refusals

“I refuse to wear a dead ferret!” Hermione fumed.

“How about a live one?” Harry asked.

Hermione kicked him in passing.

“What about a nudist…” Ginny started.

Ron smacked her on the back of the head. “Nothing doing!”


“Mum will have gryphlets if you wear a frothy white dress,” Ron said. “White ladies are bad luck, especially at weddings. Let’s elope.”

“Then it would be a race to see who kills us first, my dad or your mum,” Hermione mourned.

“I’ve got it,” Harry announced. “It’s not ‘how’, it’s when! Get married on Halloween!”

They all perked up.


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