A drib-drab of drabble.
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biichan had a second pass (Lucius/Arthur; sixth year; an illicit wireless charmed to play muggle music), so here it is. Peregrinia "Perry" Hooch is the Hooch we all know and love; her girlfriend came out of nowhere for dialogue porpoises. And, yes, it's the Beatles.
Perry Hooch surveyed the darkened living room with a proud smirk and draped one arm around the shoulder of her best friend.
"You're going to owe me thirty Galleons, Lyn my girl. Nobody, but nobody will dare say Ravenclaw gives dull parties after this."
"Well, you found a fast crowd."
Perry boxed Lyn playfully in one ear.
"You mean your pet Arthur with his wi-ress."
"Wireless," Lyn pouted, then muttered something barely audible over the repetitve wailing of she's so heavy filling the room from the little chrome box on one table. "And I'm not talking just about Artie--who I am still admiring from a distance, I might remind you! Whoever mixed that orange stuff..."
"Is intent on getting us all roaring drunk," Perry cut in, with deep satisfaction.
"And whoever encouraged Malfoy to gatecrash..."
"Probably didn't need to encourage him, the nosy little weasel..."
"Found the perfect reason for every girl in the room to pull her robes open..."
"That too."
"He is pretty."
The two friends sat in contemplative silence, mandarin-orange alcohol fuzzing their minds and mixing with the inexorably rising haze of the music, until somehow their eyes fell simulatenously on the same dim corner.
"Fuck," Perry said decisively, the word rich and dirty and fervent in her mouth. Lyn just stared.
Lucius had Arthur against a wall, and they were both stripped to the waist and kissing like they were deep-throating, legs entangled, hands wandering madly. Lucius' pale, flawless back practically shined in the dim light, and his hair cascaded silver-white over Arthur's shoulders, and Arthur was all freckled skin taut over wiry muscle, Muggle blue jeans hugging his lanky legs, chest undulating with drunken rhythm as he panted into Lucius' mouth.
"That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Perry announced, staring at the two sixteen-year-olds.
"Thirty Galleons, coming right up," said Lyn.
~~~
Will write more tomorrow--mucho schnoogles for all who contributed after I whined at you. Drabbles, weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
biichan had a second pass (Lucius/Arthur; sixth year; an illicit wireless charmed to play muggle music), so here it is. Peregrinia "Perry" Hooch is the Hooch we all know and love; her girlfriend came out of nowhere for dialogue porpoises. And, yes, it's the Beatles.Heavy
Perry Hooch surveyed the darkened living room with a proud smirk and draped one arm around the shoulder of her best friend.
"You're going to owe me thirty Galleons, Lyn my girl. Nobody, but nobody will dare say Ravenclaw gives dull parties after this."
"Well, you found a fast crowd."
Perry boxed Lyn playfully in one ear.
"You mean your pet Arthur with his wi-ress."
"Wireless," Lyn pouted, then muttered something barely audible over the repetitve wailing of she's so heavy filling the room from the little chrome box on one table. "And I'm not talking just about Artie--who I am still admiring from a distance, I might remind you! Whoever mixed that orange stuff..."
"Is intent on getting us all roaring drunk," Perry cut in, with deep satisfaction.
"And whoever encouraged Malfoy to gatecrash..."
"Probably didn't need to encourage him, the nosy little weasel..."
"Found the perfect reason for every girl in the room to pull her robes open..."
"That too."
"He is pretty."
The two friends sat in contemplative silence, mandarin-orange alcohol fuzzing their minds and mixing with the inexorably rising haze of the music, until somehow their eyes fell simulatenously on the same dim corner.
"Fuck," Perry said decisively, the word rich and dirty and fervent in her mouth. Lyn just stared.
Lucius had Arthur against a wall, and they were both stripped to the waist and kissing like they were deep-throating, legs entangled, hands wandering madly. Lucius' pale, flawless back practically shined in the dim light, and his hair cascaded silver-white over Arthur's shoulders, and Arthur was all freckled skin taut over wiry muscle, Muggle blue jeans hugging his lanky legs, chest undulating with drunken rhythm as he panted into Lucius' mouth.
"That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Perry announced, staring at the two sixteen-year-olds.
"Thirty Galleons, coming right up," said Lyn.
~~~
Will write more tomorrow--mucho schnoogles for all who contributed after I whined at you. Drabbles, weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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Date: Mar. 10th, 2003 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Mar. 10th, 2003 11:31 pm (UTC)[*applause*] Do drabble on, you talented wizard-slasher. :D
Rowr!
Date: Mar. 11th, 2003 04:37 pm (UTC)~Icarus
Images still in my head too...
Date: Mar. 11th, 2003 08:47 pm (UTC);-)
*is hypnoticed by icon*
meep!
Date: Mar. 11th, 2003 10:02 pm (UTC)I ned slep.
Slepping intentional.
Re: Images still in my head too...
Date: Mar. 12th, 2003 07:46 am (UTC)~Icarus (who must develop coping mechanisms to deal with this... and likes to pretend that icon is Harry in the shower....)
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Date: Mar. 11th, 2003 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Dec. 28th, 2004 01:01 am (UTC)but, seriously... there just ought to be more good arthur/lucius out there. thanks for this.
might add it to my memories, i think.