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ginger_lust) wrote2008-01-01 09:03 am
ginger_lust) wrote2008-01-01 09:03 am
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New Year, First Post! "A Small Step," PG
Well, the time has come. I hope that you all are having or have had a very happy New Year. Where I live it's mid-day on the first, and time for our first post. I've received 10 completed stories with more promised on the way, so my plan is to post every other day, which I believe will spread them out through the entirety of the month. With long-distance help from koshweasley, I randomly numbered the 10 stories and he got a pack of cards and with that, drew the initial order.
First up-melmoe1, with art!! Enjoy! Since I'm not the best with multi-sizing pictures (and you'll want to see these in their full-sized glory), I've linked to them as per the wishes of the artist/author.
This probably goes without saying, but feedback is indeed love. ♥
~Thevina
Your name:melmoe1
Title: A small step
Rating: PG (both Art and Drabble)
Warnings/Potentially disturbing elements: Bare chests?
Prompt: The true voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
~Marcel Proust
Word Count: 185
Pairings: Ron/Draco pre-slash
Beta(s):sesheta_66 for being there when I freaked, and ravenqueen55 for not killing me when I changed everything.
Summary: So, I am not sure how well I used the prompt. It could have been so much more, but I went with something obvious and tried to make up for it by making them look pretty.
“Hey, Weasley!”
Ron stopped suddenly, his toes curling on the damp shower tile to keep from slipping. “What?” he spat, because even though they played for the same team now, Malfoy was still a foul little git.
Ron
“Well played out there.”
“Wha?”
“I said, well played. You know, as in, you-played-well.”
“Umm, right. Yeah, thanks, Malfoy.”
“So, maybe we could get something to eat?”
“Wha?”
“Eat. Food. You and I…”
“I know what you meant. Just surprised is all.”
“Yes, well, I realize I’m quite trim and fit, but I do eat, Weasley.”
Ron frowned, a nasty remark on the tip of his tongue until he noticed the pink tint in Malfoy cheeks, the way his head dipped downward, shoulders tense, and the bloody prat looked so damn vulnerable, Ron just swallowed it. “Yeah, all right; I could eat something,” he said, almost too quietly.
Draco
When Malfoy’s lips turned upward, Ron couldn’t stop his from doing the same, nor could he stop himself from thinking Malfoy looked girl pretty when he did it, and wondering why he hadn’t ever noticed how dark his lashes were.
koshweasley, I randomly numbered the 10 stories and he got a pack of cards and with that, drew the initial order.First up-
melmoe1, with art!! Enjoy! Since I'm not the best with multi-sizing pictures (and you'll want to see these in their full-sized glory), I've linked to them as per the wishes of the artist/author.This probably goes without saying, but feedback is indeed love. ♥
~Thevina
Your name:
melmoe1Title: A small step
Rating: PG (both Art and Drabble)
Warnings/Potentially disturbing elements: Bare chests?
Prompt: The true voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
~Marcel Proust
Word Count: 185
Pairings: Ron/Draco pre-slash
Beta(s):
sesheta_66 for being there when I freaked, and ravenqueen55 for not killing me when I changed everything.Summary: So, I am not sure how well I used the prompt. It could have been so much more, but I went with something obvious and tried to make up for it by making them look pretty.
“Hey, Weasley!”
Ron stopped suddenly, his toes curling on the damp shower tile to keep from slipping. “What?” he spat, because even though they played for the same team now, Malfoy was still a foul little git.
“Well played out there.”
“Wha?”
“I said, well played. You know, as in, you-played-well.”
“Umm, right. Yeah, thanks, Malfoy.”
“So, maybe we could get something to eat?”
“Wha?”
“Eat. Food. You and I…”
“I know what you meant. Just surprised is all.”
“Yes, well, I realize I’m quite trim and fit, but I do eat, Weasley.”
Ron frowned, a nasty remark on the tip of his tongue until he noticed the pink tint in Malfoy cheeks, the way his head dipped downward, shoulders tense, and the bloody prat looked so damn vulnerable, Ron just swallowed it. “Yeah, all right; I could eat something,” he said, almost too quietly.
When Malfoy’s lips turned upward, Ron couldn’t stop his from doing the same, nor could he stop himself from thinking Malfoy looked girl pretty when he did it, and wondering why he hadn’t ever noticed how dark his lashes were.