Title: Cliche: Falling (Literally)
Pairing: H/Hr (cliche style, heh)
Challenge: Fanfic cliches.
Word Count: 100
A/N: Didn't turn out quite right. I kinda just typed in, "Oof!" and winged it from there. Heh. I think it's quite... eh but I laughed imagining it. They must've been traveling at incredible speeds. Also, I tried to fit in Harry's seeker reflexes and Hermione's chocolate brown orbs but too many words. ]:
Hermione found herself on top of a lean form, gazing into two emerald pools. As she found herself being lost in his green—
“Oh! Sorry, Harry. I, um, didn’t see you coming.”
“Me neither. Wow, we took, erm, quite a fall. How fast were we going?”
“Um, I was just headed for the library.”
“Oh. I was going to the kitchens.”
Harry’s face looked way too close. Almost as if they were going to—
They pulled apart breathlessly.
“It’s just… I actually saw you coming down the hall.”
“I know. Me too.”
But here's another H/Hr plot bunny:
Pairing: H/Hr -- and Ron.
Word Count: 100.
A/N: No idea where this came from. I sat there, looking at my screen, and this just came to mind. Originally, this drabble went way over 100 words. But I did a little editing and it's not as good as the original I had in mind but enjoy.
“I—I can’t do this, Harry.”
“You can, Hermione. You—”
“I can’t, Harry! I just can’t take this—this risk!”
They both breathed harshly.
Harry cupped her cheeks softly. “Hermione, I love you.”
Her eyes widened. “Harry… Oh, how I wish we could…”
“We can,” Harry replied softly.
Hermione pulled him to her and their lips met desperately, seeking reassurance. Panting, hands gripping, lips mashing and—
“Guys? What are you—”
Ron stood there in his black groom’s tuxedo, eyes flickering back and forth between Harry, in his handsome tux, and Hermione, in her trailing white wedding dress.
Anyway... First post! I'm going to use this as my H/Hr writing escape. Maybe vent about my day if it's worthy enough.
Now, a little H/Hr plot bunny:
"Can I open my eyes now?"
Harry grinned and led Hermione by the waist, twisting and turning in his path. “No, not yet."
Hermione sighed and reluctantly let Harry continue to lead her to… something. She could feel grass under her feet. They were outside now.
"Okay, open your eyes," Harry whispered.
Hermione's eyes blinked open and saw... trees.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Trees?"
Harry's grin stayed in place. "A forest of them."
Hermione looked at him blankly. "I'm not sure I'm getting it, Harry."
Harry’s grin turned wicked and whispered, "They're mistletoes."
"Oh honestly, Harry."
She kissed him anyway.