Daily Harry Potter Prompts

175.

For @lunalive-fic.bsky.social //

"What are you doing, Parkinson?" Harry asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the edge of his faded Auror Retreat 2003. "You're going to poke your eye out like that."

Pansy Parkinson dropped her wand hand and leveled him with a glare.

You never listen

174.

#Hansy

"You're late." Theo hissed, as he handed Pansy a champagne flute. "People were starting to get impatient."

"Nonsense." Pansy scoffed, accepting the glass from her friend and downing half of it one big draught to hide how flustered she felt. "You can't be late to your own birthday party."

Domestic #Panville

Neville stared at the calendar with a small frown.
Pansy put away her coffee with scrunched nose – it tasted weird. Maybe the milk gone bad? “Anything interesting? You’re studying it for quite some time.”
Neville hummed noncommittally and checked the previous months, too.
1/4

I wrote something for his, but it's too long to be a drabble, so off to AO3 it went instead.😌
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"It's yours." He said matter-of-factly. "I...err... borrowed it. And now I want to give it back."

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- #Drarry
- Post war
- Pining
- But with hopeful ending

archiveofourown.org/works/70628561

#pansmione

“You’re late.”

“Oh, piss off! If I wanted to be in the company of my mum I’d have just stayed home.”

“You’re not being held captive here. You’re more than welcome to leave, Pansy.”

“And have you tattle off to the Headmistress? Please, I’m not an idiot, Granger.”

You’re late

173.

What have you done?

172.

#Panville

Pansy let out an exaggerated laugh, Daphne quickly following her lead. The two girls perked between them didn't, they just offered quiet, polite chuckles. It was nothing, just tiny smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes, both still puffy and sad,

#Pansmione

She first noticed her during one of those stupid parties everyone joined after a Quidditch match. The only reason she joined was for the lure of alcohol, something different than the stash of Ogdens she kept sneaking off of Draco.

Of course, Pansy had always noticed the Golden Girl.

#Harmony

“Miss Granger, Miss Granger, over here, what is your take on the new elf laws about to pass?”

Hermione bristled at the nerve of these reporters. Kingsley had promised her there wouldn’t be any at the party, but, of course, they found a way to sneak in.

“No comments,” she snapped.

Ok…I’ve posted it! 🙈 This started as a drabble and got out of hand. I’m not sure what exactly it is, but…well, here you go anyway!

- Harmony
- pining Harry
- love confession

archiveofourown.org/works/69849376

#Millicent/George #HPrarepairs

“Aren’t these ministry gatherings the worst?”

Millie looked up to find a freckled face surrounded by a shock of fiery-red hair looking down at her.

‘Weasley…’ her brain supplied, although she couldn’t be sure which one. After all, she hadn’t seen his lot in years.

Crowded room

171.

Sweet tooth

170.

#dramione
angst, secret romance

Hermione gawked shamelessly at the photos of her and Draco making out like two lovelorn teenagers behind the administration building.

“Where did you get these?”

Draco, too calm and is if completely bored by the whole matter, shrugged his shoulders.

#Hansy

“I’m sorry about everyone making such a fuss.” Harry said for what felt like the fiftieth time that evening.

He looked genuinely upset about it. His face scrunched up into a regretful grimace, green eyes laced with both guilt and a sense of fierce protectiveness that -

#dailyhpprompts #writesky #writingprompts #traumamakesdrama

#HPrarepairs

Hermione/Neville - Hermione moves to Hogsmeade several years after the war and (quite literally) bumps into Neville.

(1/3)

#ronsy
nsfw, Pansy’s in denial

“It’s a date!”

“Excuse me?” Pansy’s face scrunched in disgust, “Why would you ever say those words to me? Especially, when you’re still cocked up inside me.”

She glanced down at where they were joined, Ron’s hips continued to grind against her slowly.

It's a date

169.

#drarry

“Shit, shit, shit! Fucking Merlin’s saggy bollocks!”

Draco slipped his thumb between his lips, the warm heat of his mouth doing little to cool the burning pain pricking at his skin.

“Malfoy, what the hell are you doing?”

This is a Panville fic where Pansy is desperately trying to make breakfast to impress Neville, who spent the night for the first time, and nearly sets her kitchen on fire.

Burnt toast

168.

Hermione stirred awake, her body twisting towards the edge of the bed as she moved to stand to her feet.

She reached for a blanket drifting off a chair and wrapped it around herself, heading towards the window.

It was still night — stars sprinkled the nearly black sky while the moon hung bright.

Come back to bed

167.

I spend my time thinking about you

166.

Not speaking

165.

Who else knows?

164.