My current WIPs - snippets
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mer_duff. These are snippets (150-300 words) from my current WIPs, some of which are more finished than others, and some of which are abandoned, temporarily or permanently, because I don't have any idea of how to continue on them. However, they're on my harddrive, so they get to come on here.
HARRY POTTER
Unnamed thing where Harry Potter and the gang goes to a dingy pub. I don't know what the point is of this fic, nor where I got the idea (read some challenge and started writing something, without any direction to it. Silly, with slash.
Harry was uncertain of who had come up with the idea to begin with, although the place reminded him of the porno magazines he had found under Ron’s bed one summer. However, Ron was looking around just as curiously as the others as they entered the place, so Harry doubted it was his choice.
A girl, clad scantily in a tight corset that pushed her breasts together to form a cleavage to drown in, and wearing tiny hotpants and fishnet stockings as well as high heels that Harry would never, in a million years, be able to walk with, came over to them.
“A table for—ten?” she asked lazily, not caring much or at all about Ron’s eyes flitting over her body even as he held Katie Bell’s hand in his.
“Yes, please,” Hermione said, and the group followed the girl into the club.
It didn’t smell particularly inviting – alcohol, a lingering scent of vomit, and quite a bit of sex in the air made Harry wrinkle his nose.
“Don’t be such a prude,” Draco said to him with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m a prude?” Harry asked, “You’re the one wearing make-up.”
“Only because it makes me even prettier,” Draco said airily.
Harry shook his head as he sat down around the round table offered by the waitress. She handed them a few menus – not quite enough for all of them, but she didn’t seem to care – and headed towards another table.
“Well, I’m having a beer,” Ron announced loudly.
“No kidding – a Weasley without a taste for fine alcohol. Shocking,” Draco drawled.
---
Do You Miss Him (friendship, Luna/Ginny)
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Harry/Draco goes to Dudley's wedding. Not a crack fic, but trying to see how Harry'd have reacted if Dudly married into the Wizarding World, and invited Harry to the wedding. Have no idea of how to continue after what little I've written (which is a bit more than what's below (about 900 words). Slash.
Harry Potter had been surprised to say the least when the invitation had arrived. Thinking it to be nothing but Muggle advertisement Harry had opened it rather absentmindedly – and almost choked on his morning tea when he’d seen what the envelope contained.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of
Dudley Dursley
and
Susan Bones
On August 7th, 2005
A bit further down was the name of the church and more about the time and such. Yet Harry couldn’t get past the first four lines. Dudley was getting married? Dudley was getting married and invited Harry? And most of all – Dudley was getting married to Susan Bones?
There was, of course, the possibility of more than one Susan Bones. It was even likely that it was someone else. Harry shook it head. It had to be someone else. Dudley Dursley, son of Vernon and Petunia Dursley, haters of all things magical, would never ever marry a witch.
Besides, Susan couldn’t possibly have such bad taste.
“You’re looking rather pasty.”
Harry looked up. Draco Malfoy, his long-time partner and husband, was leaning against the doorframe. He was only half-dressed; trousers but wearing nothing on his upper body. For once, Harry didn’t notice. Instead he held out the card he’d been staring at.
Draco read it and frowned slightly. “Dudley Dursley – the Dudley Dursley as in your horrid, fat cousin?”
Harry shrugged. “I certainly don’t know any other Dudley Dursleys.”
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Harry agrees to do a calendar for charity - with Draco Malfoy. Supposed to be a oneshot, but I don't know what to do with it. Harry/Draco slash.
"You want me to do a what?!"
Harry Potter stared at his best friend, not quite believing what she was asking him to do. Hermione Granger rolled her eyes. "A calendar, Harry. For charity."
"And why on Earth would I do that?" Harry asked.
Ginny Weasley, standing next to Hermione and rolling her eyes just as much, said, "Because that way you can use your fame for something good?"
"Those children really need the money, Harry," Hermione filled in.
"And as an orphan yourself—"
"You guys are trying to manipulate me into doing this, aren't you?" Harry said, frowning at the two of them.
Ginny smiled widely. "Of course. Is it working?"
Harry stood up from his place in the comfortable couches in the Gryffindor common room. "No."
"But Harry--"
"No! I'm not going to stand around half-naked for some calendar so that people can hang me on the wall and drool over me," Harry said. "It's just not right."
Hermione and Ginny shared a secretive smile. "Not even if you're doing it with someone else?"
Harry frowned. "No, still not. I don't want to be in a cal--"
"Not even if the someone is Draco Malfoy?"
Harry broke off his tirade and stared at them. After a few seconds of silence, he said weakly, "All right."
---
Harry turns into a baby and Severus and Draco, on the run after book six, have to care for him. Spells mixing turns Harry into a baby when he's facing off with Voldemort, and Severus saves him. Now Severus and Draco are hunted by both sides, whilst having to take care of baby Harry.
Draco opened his eyes when he heard Severus’ heavy breathing. “Mornin’, sleepyhead.”
Severus raised an eyebrow and walked to stand by the couch. “You seem to be the one sleeping.”
“Not at all,” Draco said. “I’m just trying to avoid waking him up.”
“Potter,” Severus breathed, still rather flabbergasted at the idea that this had been a seventeen year old boy just yesterday. De-aging potions and spells were rare – and most of them only took a year or two off, not this much. Severus knew little of babies but Potter couldn’t be more than a couple of months old now.
“Yes,” Draco said. Then he added with an amused smirk, “He’s really much more pleasant like this.”
“I’ll bet. I’m sure Potter is fine until he starts talking,” Severus said, sneering. Then he continued, much softer, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m all right,” Draco said. “They barely realised I was on your side instead of theirs and as soon as you were out of there, I Apparated away as well.” He shot Severus a look. “Why on Earth would you Apparate to the gates of Hogwarts of all unsafe places in this world?”
Snape shrugged. “I wasn’t very aware of where I was Apparating to and my subconscious took me someplace I have considered safe, I assume.”
“Well, it was—”
Draco’s words were suddenly drowned out by a loud ‘boom!’
---
---
HOUSE M.D.
Bang, Bang
The Sweatshirt
The Beginning of All Things
If anyone wants to help with either of them (beta/read and suggest plot/other kind of help), feel free to comment here or email me.
mer_duff. These are snippets (150-300 words) from my current WIPs, some of which are more finished than others, and some of which are abandoned, temporarily or permanently, because I don't have any idea of how to continue on them. However, they're on my harddrive, so they get to come on here.HARRY POTTER
Unnamed thing where Harry Potter and the gang goes to a dingy pub. I don't know what the point is of this fic, nor where I got the idea (read some challenge and started writing something, without any direction to it. Silly, with slash.
Harry was uncertain of who had come up with the idea to begin with, although the place reminded him of the porno magazines he had found under Ron’s bed one summer. However, Ron was looking around just as curiously as the others as they entered the place, so Harry doubted it was his choice.
A girl, clad scantily in a tight corset that pushed her breasts together to form a cleavage to drown in, and wearing tiny hotpants and fishnet stockings as well as high heels that Harry would never, in a million years, be able to walk with, came over to them.
“A table for—ten?” she asked lazily, not caring much or at all about Ron’s eyes flitting over her body even as he held Katie Bell’s hand in his.
“Yes, please,” Hermione said, and the group followed the girl into the club.
It didn’t smell particularly inviting – alcohol, a lingering scent of vomit, and quite a bit of sex in the air made Harry wrinkle his nose.
“Don’t be such a prude,” Draco said to him with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m a prude?” Harry asked, “You’re the one wearing make-up.”
“Only because it makes me even prettier,” Draco said airily.
Harry shook his head as he sat down around the round table offered by the waitress. She handed them a few menus – not quite enough for all of them, but she didn’t seem to care – and headed towards another table.
“Well, I’m having a beer,” Ron announced loudly.
“No kidding – a Weasley without a taste for fine alcohol. Shocking,” Draco drawled.
---
Do You Miss Him (friendship, Luna/Ginny)
---
Harry/Draco goes to Dudley's wedding. Not a crack fic, but trying to see how Harry'd have reacted if Dudly married into the Wizarding World, and invited Harry to the wedding. Have no idea of how to continue after what little I've written (which is a bit more than what's below (about 900 words). Slash.
Harry Potter had been surprised to say the least when the invitation had arrived. Thinking it to be nothing but Muggle advertisement Harry had opened it rather absentmindedly – and almost choked on his morning tea when he’d seen what the envelope contained.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of
Dudley Dursley
and
Susan Bones
On August 7th, 2005
A bit further down was the name of the church and more about the time and such. Yet Harry couldn’t get past the first four lines. Dudley was getting married? Dudley was getting married and invited Harry? And most of all – Dudley was getting married to Susan Bones?
There was, of course, the possibility of more than one Susan Bones. It was even likely that it was someone else. Harry shook it head. It had to be someone else. Dudley Dursley, son of Vernon and Petunia Dursley, haters of all things magical, would never ever marry a witch.
Besides, Susan couldn’t possibly have such bad taste.
“You’re looking rather pasty.”
Harry looked up. Draco Malfoy, his long-time partner and husband, was leaning against the doorframe. He was only half-dressed; trousers but wearing nothing on his upper body. For once, Harry didn’t notice. Instead he held out the card he’d been staring at.
Draco read it and frowned slightly. “Dudley Dursley – the Dudley Dursley as in your horrid, fat cousin?”
Harry shrugged. “I certainly don’t know any other Dudley Dursleys.”
---
Harry agrees to do a calendar for charity - with Draco Malfoy. Supposed to be a oneshot, but I don't know what to do with it. Harry/Draco slash.
"You want me to do a what?!"
Harry Potter stared at his best friend, not quite believing what she was asking him to do. Hermione Granger rolled her eyes. "A calendar, Harry. For charity."
"And why on Earth would I do that?" Harry asked.
Ginny Weasley, standing next to Hermione and rolling her eyes just as much, said, "Because that way you can use your fame for something good?"
"Those children really need the money, Harry," Hermione filled in.
"And as an orphan yourself—"
"You guys are trying to manipulate me into doing this, aren't you?" Harry said, frowning at the two of them.
Ginny smiled widely. "Of course. Is it working?"
Harry stood up from his place in the comfortable couches in the Gryffindor common room. "No."
"But Harry--"
"No! I'm not going to stand around half-naked for some calendar so that people can hang me on the wall and drool over me," Harry said. "It's just not right."
Hermione and Ginny shared a secretive smile. "Not even if you're doing it with someone else?"
Harry frowned. "No, still not. I don't want to be in a cal--"
"Not even if the someone is Draco Malfoy?"
Harry broke off his tirade and stared at them. After a few seconds of silence, he said weakly, "All right."
---
Harry turns into a baby and Severus and Draco, on the run after book six, have to care for him. Spells mixing turns Harry into a baby when he's facing off with Voldemort, and Severus saves him. Now Severus and Draco are hunted by both sides, whilst having to take care of baby Harry.
Draco opened his eyes when he heard Severus’ heavy breathing. “Mornin’, sleepyhead.”
Severus raised an eyebrow and walked to stand by the couch. “You seem to be the one sleeping.”
“Not at all,” Draco said. “I’m just trying to avoid waking him up.”
“Potter,” Severus breathed, still rather flabbergasted at the idea that this had been a seventeen year old boy just yesterday. De-aging potions and spells were rare – and most of them only took a year or two off, not this much. Severus knew little of babies but Potter couldn’t be more than a couple of months old now.
“Yes,” Draco said. Then he added with an amused smirk, “He’s really much more pleasant like this.”
“I’ll bet. I’m sure Potter is fine until he starts talking,” Severus said, sneering. Then he continued, much softer, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m all right,” Draco said. “They barely realised I was on your side instead of theirs and as soon as you were out of there, I Apparated away as well.” He shot Severus a look. “Why on Earth would you Apparate to the gates of Hogwarts of all unsafe places in this world?”
Snape shrugged. “I wasn’t very aware of where I was Apparating to and my subconscious took me someplace I have considered safe, I assume.”
“Well, it was—”
Draco’s words were suddenly drowned out by a loud ‘boom!’
---
---
HOUSE M.D.
Bang, Bang
The Sweatshirt
The Beginning of All Things
If anyone wants to help with either of them (beta/read and suggest plot/other kind of help), feel free to comment here or email me.
