Hidden Nights

My offer on the previous post is still active, these are the responses for the (measly two) prompts I’ve gotten thus far. You can do better, people!
eta: AWESOME. LJ cut plugin works and cross posts right!

Title: Good Impressions
Rating: G
Word Count:239
Author: Steph Payne of Hidden Nights (aniraangel on lj, nashira on ij and dw)
Warnings/Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Notes/Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters etc, don’t sue. All copywritten materials belong to JKR and her publishers. ETC. Enjoy!

Sirius and Remus have just discovered that James hasn’t told them that Lily has agreed to date him, his reason “I’m trying to make a good impression, you aren’t exactly the most…” For Ty.

In James Potters hardly humble opinion all was right in the world, well if you ignored that pesky incoming war, the mere existence of Snivellus and the rest of the idiot Slytherin’s… and the fact that the N.E.W.Ts had only inspired the teachers to give them more schoolwork than they had already.

When Moony and Padfoot cornered him one night in the common room, he had a feeling that they thoroughly disagreed. Sirius prodded him hard in the chest, making him move slightly backward and James gave both Remus and Sirius a questioning look.

‘What the hell?!’

‘You didn’t tell us Evans suddenly had a change of heart,’ Sirius half accused, half teased, a sly grin on his face. Remus looked either amused to embarrassed, James wasn’t sure which.

James himself felt a little embarrassed to have been caught keeping secrets from his two closest mates, but wouldn’t admit it. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at them. ‘So? I want to make a good impression, and you, mostly you, Padfoot, aren’t exactly the most mature, sensitive souls.’

Remus snorted and Sirius started laughing so hard James hoped he got a stitch. ‘What?!’

‘And you are a mature, sensitive soul?’ Remus countered when he had regained his ability to speak without laughing. ‘As if.’ He grinned and it was almost as cheeky as Sirius’ normal grin. James smiled, in spite of himself.

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Title: The Green Fairy
Rating: PG-13 for almost sexin’ of the non-explicit variety
Word Count: 618
Author: Steph Payne of Hidden Nights (aniraangel on lj, nashira on ij and dw)
Warnings/Spoilers: Not much, unless you didn’t know Dumbledore was gay. Oh well, now you do. Carry on!
Notes/Disclaimer: As I’ve never written these characters before, I’m rather sure it’s not wildly epic, but I do hope you enjoy it sweety. I also do not own the characters/places etc of J.K. Rowling’s “Harry Potter” works, though I would totally be down with it if JKR ever wants to trade.

Green Fairy, Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald. For Jacky (raivyn_)

In Godric’s Hollow there was a thick clump of trees bordering on the edge of the village, it was heavy with the scent of fir trees and wild flowers one summer when Gellert and Albus met each other. Albus, being the friendly young chap that he was had quickly taken to talking to this new fellow with the thick blond curls and chipper demeanour. They had fitted so well together, in fact, that it was little surprise to either of them when two days later they found themselves thoroughly drunk and sitting in a pile of pine needles and wild daisies amongst the trees.

Albus chuckled, hiccupping slightly as he took another swig of the dark green bottle which he then passed to an also rather drunk Gellert who in turn had some more himself. This went on for some time and they joked and laughed with rising levels of mirth and rumbustiousness until they found themselves in an interesting predicament.

Albus leaned across Gellert, his blue eyes meeting strangely warm brown eyes, he giggled slightly then pulled the somewhat surprised Gellert into a kiss. He searched the man’s mouth as the kiss got deeper, tasting the biting flavour of absinthe against the slightly salty taste of him. More than that, he felt Gellert kissing him back just as fiercely, his blond stubble brushing Albus’ own as they moved together. Taking this as encouragement, the young wizard slid his hands up over the soft cotton shirt that Gellert was wearing and delicately undid each button, stumbling a few times and having to take a minute or two occasionally to get one undone. (Absinthe, Albus decided later, was not a good thing to drink when the person you wanted naked had a shirt with buttons. Or anything with buttons, period.) Eventually, though they managed to both end up shirtless as they kissed, first just the lips then Albus moved along his new friends jawline over the rough day old stubble.

He slowly wound his way along the lines of Gellert’s throat and down across his collarbone with kisses applied a little too haphazardly in his haste to really form the smooth lines of damp skin he had wanted to leave in his wake. Gellert made a soft sigh and pulled Albus back up to him for a proper snog, his hands wrapping in thick auburn hair and hastily pulling him forward before locking lips with him and tasting him like his mouth held ambrosia.  It took almost no convincing for Albus to begin to kiss him back deeply. Actually, it took so little effort that abstractly Albus wondered if Gellert would think badly of him for it, that he was too easy.

It stopped very quickly when an umbrella whacked them both on the head three times, however. ‘YOU TWO! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?’ Bathilda Bagshot said in a startled cry, a clump of daisies in her hand (evidently, she was picking flowers when she found them making out in the clump of trees).

‘Ooow! OW! OW! Miss Bagshot!’ Albus complained as the two men quickly scrambled for it, dropping the half empty green bottle in their haste as Bathilda went after both of them with her umbrella she always took with her (“it’s due to rain any day now, my dears” though it hadn’t rained in weeks and the sky was clear as crystal) and calling them both by name very loudly.

‘Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, what on earth do you think you’re doing? And you, Gellert Grindelwald, when your mother hears about this she’ll have your head!’

Back in the trees in the bottle of absinthe, the little green fairy snickered. Boys never learnt.

Current Mood: Intimidated & Mischievous