gin_tonic | Dec 7th and 8th: Harry/Severus, Well laid plans; Ginny & Luna, Wishing, Wanting and Needing

Title: Well laid plans
Author:

me_midget
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Prompt: Written for

adventdrabbles' Dec 07 Prompt: Santa Costumes
Word Count: 300
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.

Harry looked at the array of Santa costumes that Madam Malkin's had to offer and shook his head. Though unlikely, the shop had been his last, desperate stop for the day. He wouldn't find a present for Snape here, either. Harry sighed and shuffled outside again, where he tugged his coat a little closer to brace against the cold. He needed a good present to give to Snape! How else could he just go and talk to the man? He needed a hook, something good, something to show he cared and... Well. It was obvious he wouldn't find it on Diagon Alley.

Frustrated, Harry squeezed inside the Leaky Cauldron and fought his way through the masses until he'd reached the bar. He needed a hot Butterbeer for comfort. Hannah had barely put the drink in front of him, when Harry's nose caught a familiar scent. He turned and looked up, only to see Snape looming over him. Harry's mouth was instantly as dry as Gobi dessert.

"Good evening, Mr Potter," Snape said with a raised eyebrow. Harry followed the movement with his eyes and knew that it would one day be the end of him. Instead of answering, he squeaked. While Harry was still paralysed, Snape paid for Harry's drink. "Cheers, Mr Potter."

Harry hurriedly raised his beer and drank deeply. "I didn't think I'd meet you here."

Snape's expression darkened. "If you'd rather I stand somewhere else… Well, screw you, Potter."

"No, I—"

Snape turned, but Harry tried to grab his arm and spilled his Butterbeer right down the back of Snape's robe. The look he received in turn was deadly.

"Oh Merlin, oh please, I didn't mean to! I just—I really—" Harry took out his wand—and immediately found Snape's wand pointed at his face.

Title: Wishing, Wanting and Needing
Author:

gin_tonic/

me_midget
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood
Prompt: Written for

adventdrabbles' Dec 08 Prompt: Winter Wedding
Word Count: 200
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.

Ginny stared at the snow and thought it looked almost like a wedding dress. It wasn't her fault marriage was on her mind these days. In fact, she didn't even want to get married. But every year when Christmas was coming closer people would point out that she needed a boyfriend, that her life wasn't fulfilled until she started her own family, and that her potential weaned with every passing year. Even though that was complete and utter bullshit, that kind of talk grated on her nerves. No matter how many times she pointed out that Ron had already taken care of the 'providing a grandchild'-part, people just didn't shut up.

"You know," Ginny said and turned to Luna, who was holding a glass of wine and looked like she had just been waiting for Ginny to say something, "We should go out tonight."

"Where to?"

Ginny shrugged. "Somewhere where we can drink and meet men."

"That much I figured," said Luna and raised her glass. "But here in London or somewhere else? Because I have heard of this club in Morocco—it's supposed to be such a dreamy space!"

"I don't want dreamy tonight. I want loud and messy!"