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drabble prompt #9 
14th-Feb-2007 09:56 pm
Bobo

Drabble Rules Refresher

1. Drabbles should be Ron-centric
2. Aim for 100 words exactly (but no one's counting)
3. Put each drabble in a separate comment to this entry with appropriate headers

Your header should look like this:
Team [Het/Slash/Gen], [Title], [warnings]

You can write as many drabbles as you want for as many different teams as you want.


This post will close to drabbles Sunday and the next prompt will be posted then.

Prompt #9: adventure

Writing for this prompt is now closed. Please vote for these over at the voting post.
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16th-Feb-2007 11:01 am (UTC)
Team: Gen
Title: After All
Warnings Err, sentimentality?

They sat skipping stones across the pond behind the Burrow. Ron was glad for the chance to spend time with Harry. He knew that with their looming quest, he’d have precious little time to spend idle. Breaking the tranquil silence, he coughed.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

“D'you ever get scared?”

“Of what?”

“Of…dying. I know it won’t happen anytime soon,” Ron hurriedly assured, “but sometimes, when I think about everything we’re gonna have to do…it’s so much…”

Harry turned, the ghost of a smile on his lips, and answered. “No. After all, someone told me, ‘Death is but the next great adventure.’
16th-Feb-2007 09:09 pm (UTC)
Anonymous
oh my goodness! so wonderful!! this has got to be one of my favorites, ever.
16th-Feb-2007 10:46 pm (UTC)
Wow, thank you...err, anonymous complimenter! I hope you and the mods don't mind that the last quotation mark got cut off. :)
18th-Feb-2007 03:42 pm (UTC)
Title:Seeking Heat
Author: star54kar
Team: Gen (Slash if you read between_the_lines:D)
Rating/Warnings: G, None



Ron wakes to the sound of chattering teeth. Alongside him Hermione shifts in her sleep and he squints his eyes in the darkness. Harry is shivering alone in the corner, shaking uncontrollably, and Ron’s heart breaks at the sight.

Harry never asks for help, and Ron would never stop cursing those confounded muggles who taught him to hide his suffering. It doesn’t matter what adventure they’re on. It doesn’t matter that the cave they huddle in is cold, and damp. It doesn’t matter that warming charms, transfigured blankets, or even a simple muggle-made fire is out of the question so deep into Death Eater territory.

“Harry?”

“Yyy…yes, Ron.”

“I'm still freezing over here, would you mind sharing your heat with me mate?”

Harry gets up without a word, pressing his body to Ron’s and Ron holds him close, rubbing his shoulders until his shaking subsides.
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