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Drabbles 1

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Car Horn: MollyxArthur

Molly heard the horn; Arthur was in that damned flying car again. She was sure he would get caught with it and be in trouble, but at this point in her life, she found that rather exciting. Molly cast a quick charm to her hair to make sure her curls stayed in place, that was, unless Arthur wanted to misplace them later with his roaming fingers. Molly grinned, and gave herself a quick look in the mirror. She looked as good as she could, and she could make up for the rest with attitude. Luckily for her Arthur enjoyed her extra curves and bold personality very much. Molly ran out to the car, and climbed inside.

"Molly! Wait until you see what I've done to the car. I've improved the flying charm! I can get it to go much higher now. I won't get her caught in a tree like last time. Are you ready?"

Molly grabbed the front of Arthur's robes and grinned at him.

"I'd rather make the car rock, than fly," And she loved the blush that spread out from the collar of his shirt, over his freckled face, and all the way to the roots of his fiery hair. "Question is, love, are you ready?"

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Kitty Cat: Snape and Harry

Since the end of the war some people had been far too nice to him. He preferred the people who still hated him, because that was routine. That was normalcy. He knew how to deal with being disliked. Being liked was a completely different thing, and Severus wanted no part of it. Too many years had passed in the same tone for things to be changing now.

But it was especially worse with Potter. Snape almost regretted giving Potter those memories when he was sure he was at death's door. The upside was that the truth had kept him out of Azkaban. The downside was that Snape did not enjoy being a public hero. The respect he had gained with many was fine, and in his own opinion, it was deserved. But adoration was just sickening.

It was his birthday, and Snape had been finding cards and gifts piled at the door to his dungeons, or at the door to the potion's classroom, all day long. Each time he grew more and more irritated. The knocking at his door, interrupting his private dinner, did not help matters. He had been too paranoid to go down to dinner at the Great Hall. Last year the house elves were idiotic and had appeared in the Great Hall with a birthday cake and candles, and then Minerva had gotten the children to do a round of 'happy birthday' just to needle him. Public displays were just horrible things to withstand, and he would not open himself up to humiliation again.

Severus swooped towards his door in a storm of glaring, blackness, and robes. He yanked the door open, only to find Potter there. The very last person he desired to see. Snape hoped that the severity of his glare would set Potter's ridiculous hair on fire.

"Er…" Potter said, getting straight to the point. The boy had always been great with words. "Happy Birthday, Snape."

"Professor. And get off my doorstep. I'm having dinner, and you were not invited to the party."

Potter stuck his foot inside so Severus couldn't properly slam the door.

"Wait!"

"Move your foot, or I'll hex it off, and you can pay a visit to Poppy for your…infuriating…everything!"

"But…I've got a gift for you."

That was when Severus noticed what Potter was holding.

It was a small kitten with messy black fur and bright green eyes—and of all absurd things—a green bow atop its head.

"Take it, you stubborn old arse!" Potter shoved the kitten towards Snape. "You can't say no. Look how adorable it is."

"I disagree completely. But if I must take it in order to see the back of you, then I'll take it," Severus snatched the kitten. "If nothing else, I can bottle all nine of his lives for potions ingredients." Severus sneered, kicked Potter's foot out of the way, and slammed the door in his face.

He took the kitten over to the table where his dinner had grown cold, and sat it down. He took off the green bow, and tossed it aside.

"A kitten…ridiculous…of all the perfectly stupid and irritating…" The kitten padded across the table, twitching its fuzzy tail, butted its head at Severus' hand.

"You expect me to pet you?"

The kitten purred, and nuzzled Severus' fingers.

Well.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt…

Severus' stroked the kitten's head, down his neck, and back which arched happily to his touch. He tried to smooth the messy black hair, but it wouldn't lie flat at all. The kitten mewed at him, and batted at a crust of bread on Severus plate. He broke it in small pieces, placed it on the table, and watched the kitten play with it rather than eat. He couldn't help the small smile that twitched at the corners of his lips, as the kitten pounced on one of the pieces.

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Hot dog: Harry/Draco

"I don't know why you wanted to come here, of all places," Draco complained, as he and Harry walked down the crowded sidewalk.

"It's far from people who know me. And you, for that matter. You're always whining about how people treat you now-a-days, and now we're some place where no one knows either of us, and you're still whining. Only you, Ferret."

Draco pouted.

"I'm not whining. I'm just making the observation that it is crowded, noisy, it smells horrible, the homeless people frighten me, and the…whatever is in this air…is dreadful. I can hardly breathe! You'll be sorry when there's so much of this Muggle filth in my lungs that I simply keel over!"

"I don't see you keeling, I only hear you wheezing, and that won't kill you. If you didn't have weak genes from all of that inbreeding—"

"My genes are not weak, and I'll have you know my family is not inbred."

Harry snorted.

"Well, not on my father's side at least!"

"And that makes it so much better."

"You're an imbecile. You come from the Black Family line as well as I do. What does that make us?"

"So distant that our activities don't matter—and it isn't as if we're going to procreate."

"You have the most ridiculous form of logic I've ever known." Draco huffed.

"Thank you!" Harry beamed, and tugged on Draco's hand. "Oh! You must try these. We couldn't visit New York without trying one of their hot dogs. They're known for them, or something."

"How would you know?" Draco grumped, allowing Harry to lead him to a vender on the corner of the street.

"Hermione gave me pamphlets. I er…sort of read them. Skimmed, really. But she and Ron visited, and he told me all about the food."

"Predictable, predictable, and even more predictable," Draco commented, side stepping a pan handler, and clinging closer to Harry.

Draco refused to order anything, no matter how Harry prodded him to do so. He could hardly understand the thick accent of the man working the cart, and Draco did not feel he could trust food being served off the street in this place. He hated everything about New York. Next vacation he would be choosing the destination.

"Come on, Draco. Just a bite," Harry pouted, waving his loaded hotdog in front of Draco's face. "Just try my hot dog. I know you'll love it. It's so very tasty, and juicy, and delicious between buns…"

"Alright, fine, just stop bothering me! And then we're going back to the hotel because my feet hurt and I want to just live in the hot tub and never come out."

"You have yourself a deal, but only if I can join in the hot tubbing and you won't be a selfish prat and hoard it all to yourself."

"Alright."

"Open wide."

Draco opened his mouth, and Harry shoved his hotdog in.

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Pigtails: Severus with mentions of Lily and Ginny implied.

Red pigtails down the back, like twisted flames, glittering. He had watched them from across the table: he sorted into Slytherin, she into Gryffindor. How many meals had he spent gazing at the back of her head, as Lucius snipped at him to eat his food, and don't put his elbows on the table. Only Lucius could get away with badgering Severus over such things. He rather admired the older boy, who held himself with an air of dignity and pride that Severus envied and wished to have for himself.

But even more he wanted to run his small white hands over Lily's pigtails, curled up at the ends, laced with little white flowers, bouncing as she ran.

Severus looked out over the students as they filled the Great Hall, freshly Sorted, and digging into the welcoming feast. At the Gryffindor table was the back of a girls head, red as leaves in autumn, woven together, one and two cascading down her back. He rested his chin in his palms, black eyes lost in time, and next to him Minerva tutted about elbows on tables.
Drabbles including: Snape, Draco, Harry, Ginny, Lily, Molly, Arthur, and Lucius.
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